The little man on the apex

The next day, Yan Heyi took Yuanxi to the town.

Walk one mile east of Ping'an Village, and you will find Lanxi Town.

Lanxi Town is next to a pier, and there are many people doing business on the street. People are coming and going, and it is very lively.

It's early spring, it just rained last night, the stream in the town is gurgling, the willows are drooping by the embankment, and the blue waves are swaying, it's clear and bright like a March Jiangnan.

"Selling buns, delicious meat buns."

"A freshly picked peach blossom, my son, buy one for my brother? Ikea, love for a hundred years."

"Sell straw sandals for ten dollars a pair."

"Wonton, silk wonton, don't miss it when you pass by."

"..."

All kinds of cries are heard endlessly, Yuanxi is like a fish entering the water, it is strange to see any stall.

He had something he wanted to buy, so he didn't say it directly, he just stood in front of the booth, bit his lip, and looked at Yan Heyi timidly, Yan Heyi lost his temper, obediently followed behind to pay.

Yuan Xi held half a piece of crabapple cake in his hand and chewed pine nut candy in his mouth, and walked ahead in a bouncing manner.

Yan Heyi followed behind, carrying the clothes she had just bought for Yuan Xi in her hand, and a small swallow kite hanging on her shoulder.

At this time, a stall of sugar figures came into view, and the stall owner was an old man with white hair and long beard.

The old man seemed to have a magic spell in his hands. He only needed to draw a few random strokes with a sugar spoon, and he could draw a lifelike sugar figure.

He was wearing a multicolored silk dress, which looked very interesting compared with the plain coarse cloth shorts of the stall owner next to him.

As a result, Yuan Xi couldn't move his legs anymore, his black eyes rolled a few times, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips parted slightly, hesitant to speak.

Yan Heyi thought: Here we go again.

He didn't want to get used to this little ancestor anymore, so he raised his eyebrows and turned his head to pretend not to see.

Seeing that Yan Heyi was unmoved, Yuan Xi stretched out his hand lightly, pinched the corner of Yan Heyi's clothes, and shook it left and right a few times.

Yan Heyi thought to herself: I really lost to you...

He nodded helplessly, and Yuan Xi smiled brightly, and said to the stall owner, "Please give me a "Monkey Stealing Peach" candy figurine. "

The old man who was the stall owner said "Okay", filled the long handle spoon in his hand with some syrup, drew a few strokes on the oiled board, and a sugar figurine of "Monkey Stealing Peach" was made.

"Little brother, take your sugar figurine well."

Yuan Xi happily took the sugar figurine, sniffed it carefully, hesitated for a moment, then handed it to Yan Heyi, motioning for him to eat first.

Yan Heyi shook her head, and said to the stall owner, "Excuse me, how much is the total?"

The old stall owner stretched out three fingers and said with a smile on his face: "One for three copper coins, two for five copper coins, do you want to buy another one, my lord, two are a good deal."

Just as Yan Heyi was about to refuse, Yuan Xi tilted her head and said, "Then let's make another one, can I draw it myself?"

The stall owner nodded, then handed the long-handled spoon to Yuan Xi, and filled it with some syrup.

Yuan Xi took the spoon, drew left and right on the board, and covered it with his hand to prevent Yan Heyi from seeing it, with a mysterious expression on his face.

After a while, he picked up a human-shaped sugar figurine and handed it to Yan Heyi, with a bright smile on his face: "Brother, guess who I drew?"

Yan Heyi took a closer look, the sugar figurine was a boy in a long gown, tall and handsome, with a ribbon in his hair, clearly his own appearance.

He was stunned for a moment, took the sugar figurine, and felt warm in his heart, but tried his best to control it on the face, pretending to be calm and said: "I don't have the same shape, I need to be taller."

Yuan Xi stuck out his tongue, turned his head and was attracted by the stall next to us weaving grass and butterflies.Yan Heyi smiled secretly, took out five copper coins from her purse, paid them to the stall owner, and chased after him.

Suddenly, Yan Heyi paused, turned around again, and asked for a piece of oiled paper from the owner of the sugar figurine stall, and carefully wrapped the sugar figurine in his hand.

He whispered as he walked, "It's not that I like this thing so much, I'm just afraid...that the candy will attract mosquitoes."

However, this sugar figurine is quite cute, Yan Heyi looked at the sugar figurine in his hand, and smiled unconsciously.

This little brother is not good at work, but he is very proficient in things to play, he is indeed a child of a wealthy family, but now he is alone, just following him like this, it is pitiful.

Thinking of this, Yan Heyi no longer felt sorry for the shriveled purse, and simply let him go, letting him have a good time.

At noon, the two found a noodle restaurant. Yan Heyi ordered a bowl of shredded pork noodles for Yuanxi, and a bowl of vegetable noodles for herself.

After all... saving a little is a little bit.

Yuan Xi's mouth was full of greasy food, his cheeks were puffed up, and he looked more like a small dumpling. Sitting across from him, Yan Heyi couldn't help but raise his head and secretly glance at him.

He made up his mind, finished the green vegetable noodles in two or three bites, and said to Yuan Xi: "I still have something to buy, you wait here for me for a while."

Yuan Xi nodded obediently, and Yan Heyi walked out of the noodle shop.

He turned two intersections and came to a bookstore.

"Excuse me, is there any book that can make people abandon distracting thoughts, clear their minds, stabilize their minds, and calm their depression?"

The owner of the bookstore looked confused, and thought: I am not a medical center here either.

However, the business has come to the door, how can I let it go easily, the owner of the bookstore thought about it, and said: "My bookstore is a century-old brand, and there are all kinds of books. Just wait a moment, I will go and get them for you."

The owner of the bookstore rummaged through the innermost bookshelf, took out a thin book, handed it to Yan Heyi, and said solemnly: "Take this book, and read it every day after dinner. When the medicine arrives...the book cures the disease."

Yan Heyi took the book half-believingly, only to see three large characters printed on the cover - "Clear Heart Sutra".

The owner of the bookstore said again: "Young master at your age, young and energetic, full of anger, I understand, I understand."

Yan Heyi looked bewildered, and thought: I don't understand, what do you understand?

Looking at the expression of a caring big brother from the owner of the bookstore, Yan Heyi had a thought, as if he had realized something, he shook his head hastily, asked the price of the book, and after paying the money, he ran out of the bookstore.

Back at the noodle shop, Yuan Xi had already finished eating the noodles, and was playing with the grass butterfly he just bought. Yan Heyi adjusted her clothes at the door, and covered the "Clear Heart Sutra" with her sleeves, and then sat down in Yuan Xi with a blank expression. Across the creek.

Seeing Yan Heyi's return, Yuan Xi's eyes lit up immediately, "What did brother go shopping?"

Yan Heyi quietly squeezed the "Qingxin Jing" under the sleeve, smiled awkwardly, and pretended to be calm: "No, it's nothing, we should go back after eating."

Yuan Xi didn't ask any more questions, but nodded obediently, packed up the things on the table, and followed Yan Heyi out of the noodle shop.

On the way back, Yan Heyi strode ahead, her heart in a mess.

Behind, Yuan Xi followed leisurely, glanced at Yan Heyi's sleeves blown up by the wind from the corner of his eye, saw the "Clear Heart Sutra", the corners of his mouth rose undetectably.

-

It was finally the day when the private school started. Yan Heyi woke up early in the morning, dragged Yuan Xi to tell him many things about the private school, and even tied his long hair up with a gray silk. Looking at it this way, he really looked like a teaching assistant.

Yan Heyi looked at Yuan Xi, wondering: This brother looks so angry, wearing such a gray shirt, he looks even more handsome and bookish.

"Yuanxi, have you ever read at home?"

Yuan Xi said: "Father and mother have invited Mr. to come to the house, but I am stubborn by nature and cannot study at ease, so I only know a few words."

After hearing this, Yan Heyi stroked his head gently, and said softly: "Knowledge is enough, more than enough to teach children in private schools."

The private school is at the east end of the village, just across two bridges.

This private school was run by Yan Heyi's father. Later, both of his parents died of illness, and Yan Heyi took over the private school alone, taking in more than a dozen children from the village.

He was soft-hearted, seeing that the children were not rich and charged very low fees, he often copied some textbooks by hand and distributed them to those children who could not afford them.

Therefore, people in the village respect him very much, and they respectfully call him "Mr. Yan" when they meet.

When they arrived at the private school, before the children arrived, Yan Heyi sat by the desk, preparing for today's lesson.

When the children who arrived early saw Yuan Xi, they surrounded him one after another, tugging at the hem of his clothes and asking questions. Yuan Xi was not restrained, and answered whatever they asked, and soon became familiar with the children.

After the children arrived, Yan Heyi solemnly introduced Yuan Xi, and set a low table next to her desk, and asked Yuan Xi to sit there and supervise the children in class.

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is kind..."

"Goofy, come here and write down the few words that Mr. taught you just now."

"Let's learn the next subject, everyone read to me, "The world is mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric." "

"..."

Yan Heyi started to teach with a serious face, knowing every child's situation like the back of his hand.He is immersed in it and regards teaching and educating people as a kind of enjoyment.

Suddenly, the children laughed one after another, Yan Heyi frowned, raised her head in confusion, followed their gazes, and saw that Yuan Xi had already fallen asleep with his head on his head, and his mouth was still smacking A few times, I don't know what delicious food I dreamed of.

Yan Heyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, rolled the book in her hand into a tube, and lightly tapped Yuan Xi's shoulder.

Yuan Xi was sleeping soundly, when someone disturbed his dream suddenly, he frowned, opened his eyes in a daze, and it took him a while to react.

He pursed his lips and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Yuan Xi who had just woken up had blushes on his face and his eyes were blurred. Yan Heyi's chest jumped up unconsciously when she saw him like this.

He tried his best to adjust his breathing and silently recited the scriptures in the "Qingxin Sutra", only then managed to regain his composure.

He took out a copybook, put it in front of Yuan Xi, and asked him to practice calligraphy according to the copybook, thinking that he would not fall asleep because he had work to do.

Sure enough, for the next hour, Yuan Xi didn't sleep any more, and obediently practiced calligraphy with a pen.

During this period, Yan Heyi glanced at Yuan Xi's handwriting quietly, and found that the paper was crooked and disorganized, so she couldn't help chuckling, thinking that if she had free time, she must teach him to write well.

After the whole morning class, the children were not affected by Yuan Xi anymore, and they all behaved very well.

When it was lunch time, everyone took out their bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen next to them to line up.

The private school has a small kitchen, and Uncle Feng from the village is invited to cook. At noon, the children eat in the private school, and then go to their respective seats to take a nap in the morning before starting the afternoon class.

After lunch, Yan Heyi took a nap on the couch behind the screen, while Yuan Xi leaned on the door frame and quietly poked his head inside.

Guessing that Yan Heyi was already fast asleep, he waved his hand back, and several children surrounded him.

He put his index finger by his mouth, made a "shh" gesture, and then led the children, holding their breath, and sneaked in with light steps.