self-control scale

Time passed quickly, another year passed, Du Chengyi was successfully promoted to the junior high school of the school, and Lin Xiaoyuan also passed the internal assessment of Xiao Shengchu because of his one-year hell-style training.

Lin Xiaoyuan laughed silly and called him a devil.

On Du Chengyi, the youthful appearance of a child has almost disappeared, the original round face has a beautiful oval shape, and the dimples are still there, but it is a little less cute, and when the mouth is pursed, it is a little more youthful delicate.Still not very talkative, except for a few acquaintances, the rest of the time is indifferent to other people and things.

Luo Zijun often joked that he was very much like Xu Chen and Li Liang's own son, combining their delicate and cold characteristics.Every time Mr. Luo is so talkative, Du Chengyi doesn't like to talk to him very much.

However, Luo Zijun felt a little bit regretful in his stomach. He often secretly observed children of the same age, and felt that compared with others, Duchengyi was too young and mature. No matter how he spoke or thought, he was too rational, less childlike, and not noisy. Don't fight, don't fight, don't grab, sometimes I think of ways to tease him, but it seems that he, an adult, is a little more unreasonable.

Although the child's personality of not worrying, for Luo Zijun, there are a lot of troubles in education, no need to worry about him getting into trouble, don't worry about him getting hotheaded, and the family has never worried about homework and grades or other various adolescent problems. Goofs and dogs jump over, but relatively, not being able to act rashly means that this child has to live a harder life than other peers.

Every time Luo Zijun thinks of this, he feels that there is a problem with his own education method, and he does everything possible to find something else to compensate him.

Just in the year when Duchengyi graduated, Luo Zijun's unit, that is, the university, organized an employee benefit, to travel to a water town in the south, and he could bring his family.

Coincidentally, that small town happened to be Luo Zijun's hometown, because he had only one son in his life, so the old house in his family is now Luo Zijun's property.

Teacher Luo felt that the child would not refuse this opportunity to travel with him, so Teacher Luo signed up for him without the child's consent.

After finishing the report, I asked him: "Are you going?"

The child didn't look back while dragging the suitcase: "I'll go as soon as you go."

Teacher Luo held him in his arms and kissed the hair on his head: "Little thing, I want to show you the place where I grew up."

A group of teachers and family members brought a total of [-] people, a mighty team, stopped there at the high-speed rail station, and then raised a small red flag, just like a tour group for the elderly.

It was the first time that Du Chengyi was brought in front of everyone by Luo Zijun, and he felt a little nervous.He dragged his little suitcase obediently, and stood aside silently, for fear of embarrassing Uncle Luo by saying the wrong thing.

That day the child wore a clean white T-shirt, a pair of thin jeans and a pair of sneakers, simple and youthful.

Previously, this third-grade gifted child who knew how to cook to feed adults, never had to be urged to do his homework, and was among the top three in the school all the year round, only lived on Luo Zijun’s mobile phone. He was asked to bring the child to school for them to see several times. Luo Zijun They all refused, and it was not until this time that everyone was lucky enough to see the true face.

Some people lamented that "seeing is better than hearing a hundred times", while others said, "This kid is much more handsome than on a mobile phone. Luo Zijun, can you practice your camera skills?"

Luo Zijun saw that his colleagues were all around Duchengyi, and he was amazed like he was visiting a zoo orangutan. He was both proud and a little upset. Some over-excited female teachers even touched his little cheeks, and Teacher Luo immediately stood in front of him. .

"Just take a look, there will be a fee to get started."

"Hey, I said Lao Luo, is there someone who protects the calf like you? The handsome guy didn't say anything."

"That's right, those who don't know think you are his real father!"

Luo Zijun pulled Duchengyi and walked on the high-speed rail.

The air-conditioning of the high-speed rail was a bit strong, Luo Zijun took a coat and put it on Du Chengyi, then patted his head and said, "It's been a few hours, you should sleep for a while."

Ducheng Yidong looked a little excited. He was a young man. Firstly, he was curious because he didn’t travel very much. Secondly, he wanted to go to Luo Zijun’s hometown. Maybe he could see the grocery store where he bought things when he was young. When I saw the fishpond where the loach was passed, or the wall that I skipped class and climbed secretly, it was as if I had returned to Luo Zijun’s childhood and grew up with him. Thinking of this, Du Chengyi felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

It was already noon when we arrived at the destination.The air is filled with a sweet smell, mung bean red bean popsicles, all kinds of sugar water, as well as tea eggs and corn are sold at the station.The child happily ran back and forth holding the water gun, and the adults followed behind and shouted.

The summer in the south is mixed with the trivialities of life and affection.

The group got out of the car and went straight to the hotel, Luo Zijun took Du Chengyi back to the old house.The child dragged the suitcase all the way and walked beside Teacher Luo. The heat was sticky to his body with the tide, and he could feel the sweat flowing down the trousers, as if he was covered with glue.

Luo Zijun's hands were also full of sweat, but the two kept holding each other tightly.

Teacher Luo said, "Here we are, just go in and turn a corner."

The water town is unfamiliar to Duchengyi.There are various small shops on both sides of the wide and flat Qingshiban Road, including those selling cakes, silk and satin, souvenirs, lettering and stamps, and of course some trendy milk tea shops and rice noodle shops, etc.

All wooden structures, the old dog stuck out his tongue at the door crookedly, and the puppy ran back and forth tirelessly.

Walking in, all the rivers flow under your feet.

Countless stone arch bridges, large and small, are connected together, and one after another, these historic cultural relics connect people on both sides of the strait.Some old ladies set up rattan chairs and sat at the door slowly peeling a kind of thing called gorgon, chatting in twos and threes, and some people fetched water by the river to wash clothes.

Du Chengyi trotted for two steps, Luo Zijun thought he couldn't keep up, so he asked, "Tired?"

The child said: "Not tired, fresh."

Teacher Luo laughed: "You have to follow me closely here. There are dead ends, and there is the same bridge. If you lose it, you can't find it."

They walked through one road after another, and finally stopped in front of a closed gate.

Du Chengyi keenly felt that this place was slightly different from the vibrant houses that he had walked through before - the tree branches on the wall were towering and dense, and most of them protruded outside the wall, completely blocking the sun. There are carved beams and painted buildings on the gate of the house, and there is a finely crafted plaque that says "zhuang house."

"The ancestral house of my grandfather's family is now mine."

The way of opening the door of the old house continued hundreds of years ago. A wooden door, a copper lock, and a courtyard wall separated the turmoil of the world. Especially in the afternoon.

The child felt as if he had disturbed someone's nap. When he entered, he walked lightly and even breathed slowly.

The yard is very clean, and people are hired to clean it regularly. There is a huge ginkgo tree in the center of the yard, with intertwined roots that are very old.

There are stone chairs and benches under the tree, and the summer wind blows gently, and the ginkgo leaves fall, all over the ground.

Du Chengyi stared at the chair in a daze. When Luo Zijun called him, he looked blank.

"what happened?"

"There seems to be someone here."

Luo Zijun laughed: "That's for sure, the master built this place to drink tea and play chess."

The child wanted to say that he didn't mean it that way, but he couldn't explain it clearly, so he stopped talking.

This house is a typical Jiangnan courtyard. The cement floor in the main hall, the exquisite beams, columns, and hanging curtains are well preserved.

Teacher Luo explained: "Open your eyes to see the light, and close your eyes to see the darkness. This is a sentence from the Shurangama Sutra. I will tell you the meaning later."

Pushing open the back door of the main hall, there is another small courtyard garden, and the door opening through the small garden leads to the inner house.The brick-carved door openings are intricately patterned and crafted, and the engravings are all personnel events that are difficult to understand in the capital.

The first floor of the inner house is a hall and study, and the second floor is a bedroom.

The bedroom is very cool. The wooden floor, because of its age, makes a nice "squeak" sound just like the door when you step on it. Facing the bed is a row of carved wooden windows, and there are some plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum on the skirt board Sculpture.

The big bed in the room is a traditional mahogany carving, and there is a desk next to the bed. I don’t know why in this room, people were not allowed to live in the house before.In the early years, Luo Zijun still remembered that when he was a child, he would hide here secretly whenever he was scolded. He climbed onto the bed and wrapped himself in a quilt, and he felt at ease. Find him in other places, and the matter is over.

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye.

Teacher Luo felt a little emotional, turned around and found that the child was the same as before, and stared at the big bed in a daze.He reached out to hold the child's face, and when he touched the wetness of his hand, the child actually cried.

Facing a bed.

Luo Zijun was startled and asked him, "Why are you crying?"

The child was still confused, touched the tears on his face and replied to him: "I don't know, I feel sad."

He was uncomfortable, and Luo Zijun was also uncomfortable.

But this time he had to bring his children, not just for relaxation.

The child wiped away his tears, went to the window and pushed it lightly, a wave of damp heat poured in, and even those who entered the room to join in the fun, and old trees with lush branches, green leaves came in from the window lively , has the unique fragrance of plants.

"Put the box here, and I'll take you to another place later."

Luo Zijun greeted him, while tidying up his things, said two or three times but there was no response, he turned his back and saw that the child was no longer in the room.

Then came the figure of a child running in the yard, and Mr. Luo poked his neck: "Duchengyi!"

The child waved his hand, and the wind-like figure disappeared between the courtyards.

Luo Zijun shook his head, a child who had had a good time was like a wild horse, unable to hold back, so he let him go.At night, the two of them slept on the big bed in this bedroom, the quilts had already been made, and there was a wooden bucket to take a bath—an old house did not have modern bathing facilities.

When the child came back, he had a lot of dates in his hand.

"Yo, where did it come from?"

The child happily took one and wiped it on his clothes, bit down with a "click", and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"The kitchen door."

He pulled Luo Zijun and ran down quickly, and ran through several door openings to the door of a row of wing rooms. Luo Zijun was secretly surprised at how complicated the structure of the old Jiangnan house was. If he himself didn't come for a long time, he would go around the kitchen several times. But he ran as if he had entered nowhere, as if he had been here for hundreds of years.

"Sweet!" The child stuffed the jujube into Teacher Luo's mouth.

The group of colleagues in the school sent a message, saying that today they will be free for activities, and they will have dinner together tomorrow.

Luo Zijun saw that the child was a little sleepy, so he asked him: "Go to bed first in the afternoon? Let's go shopping by ourselves in the evening and take you to see an uncle."

The child was well-behaved, so he washed his hands and wiped his face, pulled Luo Zijun together, got into the big bed, and fell asleep within 2 minutes.

Teacher Luo also fell asleep, and had a dream that had not been followed up for a long time. This time it was not in the ancient city, nor was it a ruined battlefield or a foreign market.He dreamed that the dimpled man knelt on the ground and trembled, his hands were covered with blood, he was holding another person in his arms, he couldn't see his face clearly, he could only hear him muttering to himself: "It's better to be deaf... or If you are deaf, you will be clean... I will be deaf and you will come back, okay?"

When Luo Zijun woke up, his body was drenched in cold sweat. The grief and sorrow of the man in the dream soaked through his internal organs, as if empathizing with him through a catastrophe.

He lowered his head, and the child in his arms was sleeping soundly.

He heard the sound of gears turning.

①Note:

Open your eyes to see light, close your eyes to see darkness, what you see is different, but the nature of seeing remains the same. ——The Shurangama Sutra