Where is Chunsheng

It was around the end of June, and the weather became extremely hot. He Chunsheng stayed at home to take care of his father, and hadn't gone to school for more than ten days.His home is very far away from the school, and no one in the whole natural village has a telephone installed. The nearest telephone is in the Weishang of the village at the end of the village, which is three or four miles away.Although he occasionally went to Weishang, he didn't call the teacher in charge. Now that he has been absent from class for more than ten days, he must have been expelled, right?

Dad's condition got a little better, and he stopped vomiting blood. He Chunsheng bought fish for a few days with the dozen or so dollars, and made it into porridge with minced fish for his dad. He felt that his dad's belly was getting smaller.

At noon that day, He Chunsheng was in the kitchen. He opened the rice tank and looked. Just finished eating.

He only has three dollars left on hand.What should I do?Dad was feeling better. He sat on the bedside and asked He Chunsheng whether the cloth left in the new building had been sold.How much did you pay?He Chunsheng lied and said yes, and sold it for a lot of money.

In the evening, He Chunsheng walked around Qingshishaiguping and went to the new building downhill. He looked in through the crack of the door of his room, and saw a bundle of blue cloth lying quietly in the room. There were no windows in the room, only two on the roof. A translucent glass tile.Not long after dawn, the light shines through the tall and small glass tiles, forming two beams of light flying fine dust in the dark room, shining on the blue cloth background, you can see Various detailed white flowers on canvas.

Those are the flowers left by the flower molds carved out by my father and mother one by one. Even if they are worthless, they are still beautiful.

Dad just got better, and He Chunsheng couldn't leave. If he went to work at Boss Chen's place, Dad's three meals a day would not be taken care of at all.How the hell is he going to get the money?He remembered that his aunt, who went to work in the city, had taken him to the mountains to pick red mushrooms. That kind of mushrooms was very valuable, dried, and sold for more than ten yuan a catty.

The night before, He Chunsheng told his father that he was going to pick red mushrooms early the next morning, and that his father could get up and walk a little in the past two days. He Chunsheng boiled the porridge at three o'clock in the morning and put it in the pot, and asked him to get up and eat by himself.He wanted to go early so that he could come back before noon to make lunch.

Russula grows in old forests, far away from Hecuo Village. He Chunsheng remembered that when his aunt took him there, he walked for four hours and returned for four hours.The place where the russula grows is on a slope, in the root soil of a big tree.My aunt said that the place where the red mushrooms are grown is there every year, if there are, there will be no.

At that time, He Chunsheng was in the fourth grade of elementary school, and his parents could still earn money. He and his cousin went to pick mushrooms with their aunt just for fun.

It was dark all around.The night in the mountains is very dark, except for the stars, there is no light at all.He Chunsheng picked up a few mouthfuls of porridge, carried a bamboo basket with an aluminum jug of water in it, brought a flashlight, and put on his father's liberation shoes—these shoes are usually not dared to wear to school, but they are good for walking on mountain roads.

Dad is short, only 1.6 meters 1.6, He Chunsheng is already [-] meters [-], still growing, but the shoes are still suitable.

After leaving the room, through the corridor, He Chunsheng exited the big earthen house through the side door.There are three large earthen houses in Outer Village. More than a dozen families live in a building complex. The kitchen is next to the kitchen, and the rooms are next to the rooms. Ten generations ago, it was one family. In the past few years, when no one went out to work, they were still Very lively.

Even though it is hot during the day, it is still cool in the countryside at night, only about ten degrees Celsius.He Chunsheng was wearing his father's blue cloth short sleeves, and he had goose bumps on his arms.

He can no longer wear the short-sleeved clothes he wore last year, and his father's old clothes are all made of starch-dyed blue cloth at home, which are different from what everyone else wears, and he dare not wear them to the city.Seeing that when I entered the first grade of junior high school, I bought the autumn and winter school uniforms that were two sizes too big, and I couldn't wear them anymore.

But what about school uniforms?He's probably out of school.

The starlight all over the sky, the cool mountain breeze, slightly bitter in the mouth.He heard the adults whispering that his life was bad, he killed his mother, and he wanted to kill his father.Their family had the best conditions in the village. In the past, relatives and friends came to borrow money, and my father was very generous. However, when my mother fell ill two years ago, I couldn't get back the debt I borrowed.Last year's father was ill, let alone He Chunsheng didn't know where they were working in the city.

After crossing the mountains and mountains, He Chunsheng arrived at the old forest where the red mushrooms grew with a vague impression. It was already past seven in the morning by the sun.He Chunsheng followed his memory and walked to the original place. The slope was very steep, there was a slight flat ridge at the bottom of the slope, and there was another slope at the bottom.If you climb from top to bottom, you may slip down without paying attention.

From above, he saw clusters of russula mushrooms scattered on the wall, and there were quite a number of them. He was so happy that he didn't care about so many. He climbed down the rock, picked a big plump mushroom, and licked it from the mud. Throw it in the pannier.

He had picked almost all the red mushrooms on the highest slope, and he thought that he would go down to see if there were any more after trekking here.

With a single thought, He Chunsheng did not climb back to the top of the slope, but went down.After crossing the hurdle, he found that the slope below was more sloping and higher. After a cursory look, he didn't seem to find any russula growing—what if there were?

With this in mind, he stretched his foot towards the small protruding rock.The stone was stable at first, but when he let go to grab another stone, his feet suddenly loosened.

He Chunsheng rolled down the whole body.

He rolled several times, grabbed and pulled, and finally caught a short tree. When he looked down, the steeper hillside seemed to stretch into the bottom of the valley without end. He was terrified and dared not climb down again.

But when He Chunsheng climbed back to the top of the slope and sat panting, he thought of the red mushrooms in his back basket.

He put down the bamboo basket and found that there were only a dozen red mushrooms left in it, and the rest were scattered to the bottom of the valley.

The sun is getting brighter, maybe it's already eight or nine o'clock.He Chunsheng wiped sweat or some other liquid on his face and head, opened the aluminum pot, and took a sip of water.

The water is so cool and cool, with the temperature of night.

Go back later, Dad should be hungry.Although Dad was able to come out to serve the meal, he didn't have any more strength.How can I burn firewood?His stomach is so big that he can't even bend his waist.