folded wings

The mountain road is very rugged, and the fog had not cleared when Zhang Xiaohui first set off from home.Looking from a distance, the layers of mountains can't be seen at a glance.

It seemed to be raining again yesterday. The heavy rain washed away the bridges on both sides of the road. By the time Zhang Xiaohui reached the school, it was already more than half an hour late.

"Teacher, I'm sorry!" Her voice was as small as a mosquito.

Not only does it have a low voice like a mosquito, but it also looks so hard to find. Zhang Xiaohui has a short, withered face, small eyes that look like she hasn’t woken up, and a mouth like a duck. She has a nickname "little yellow duck", but the only characteristic is that she is very white compared with the children in the village, and she is thrown in the crowd, and you don't need to look at the white one to shine

Teacher Ma on the opposite side squinted his eyes, but he couldn't find the source of the sound with his probe. The students looked at the head teacher's bowed waist and pursed mouth, which made people want to laugh.

"Who, who's here?" Teacher Ma circled around.

Someone from the bottom reminded loudly: "Teacher, Zhang Xiaohui said, she...here."

"Oh, Xiaohui." It took a long time for Teacher Ma to react: "Since the child is here, hurry up and sit back."

Zhang Xiaohui pursed her lips, clutching her schoolbag tightly in her hand, and walked to her seat. In this math class, Zhang Xiaohui picked up her math book.

The math books are old-fashioned old newspapers wrapped in books donated by well-wishers, some maybe a little old.But Zhang Xiaohui deliberately wrapped the new book with newspaper layer after layer in order to prevent the book from being damaged.

"Hey, did you hear that? Teacher Ma is leaving." Someone at the bottom was chattering

"I'm leaving? It's normal to be leaving. My mother said, who likes to stay in this ravine. A teacher from the city leaves one by one. I'm used to it."

Hearing their discussion, Zhang Xiaohui actually said that their Teacher Ma is a well-read man. His name is Ma Yulin. He went to college when he was young. He is the only one in the village with a relatively high degree. During the years he taught, Several college students were also admitted in the village.

Every time in class, when Teacher Ma talked about how good the university is, she was always looking forward to it, which made people wonder, what is the university like?

"Hey! Teacher Xiaohui, the teacher is calling you." A student next to him reminded.

Zhang Xiaohui stood up directly from her seat: "What's the matter, teacher?"

Someone at the bottom said: "Ms. Ma asked you to pay for the book, and you are the only one in the class who didn't pay."

Zhang Xiaohui remembered that yesterday, Teacher Ma said that the notebooks were not enough and needed to be bought. She checked her pockets, found nothing, and only found a few cents, but... it was not enough.

"If Xiaohui forgets to bring it today, let's do it tomorrow. Cough cough, the teacher will wait for you tomorrow. Don't forget when you get home." Ma Yulin has recently caught a cold, and his voice has become hoarse. Just love to be sick.

"Okay, everyone, ahem...Let's leave school, no class, the bridge is broken today, and it will rain heavily later, you shouldn't be able to go home."

The rain outside seemed to be subdued. Zhang Xiaohui hurriedly put on her schoolbag and staggered towards the outside of the classroom with her calves. At this moment, she heard Ma Yulin shouting behind her: "Xiaohui, don't forget to pay the money tomorrow. Cough cough, pay me!" Money."

Zhang Xiaohui slowed down, turned around, and nodded, "I know teacher!"

The road was muddy, Zhang Xiaohui walked to the door of the house, she stopped, thinking about the payment of homework, how should she tell her family?

"Hey, baby is back, is it okay to go?" At this moment Zhu Yanling walked towards her.

"Let's go, mother, tomorrow..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted, "Xiaohui, it's just in time for you to come back, help your brother wash it up, and look at what you just pulled, it's killing me."

After speaking, Su Liping threw it into Zhang Xiaohui's hand in disgust.

Zhang Xiaohui dodged her hand for a while and did not speak, but her move aroused a strong reaction from Su Liping.

"Hey, you damn girl, what are you doing, you dare to show face to me!"

Zhu Yanling at the side turned to Zhang Xiaohui and shouted loudly: "Xiaohui, grandma is talking to you, quickly change my brother's diaper."

Zhang Xiaohui was still indifferent, Su Liping pointed at Zhu Yanling and cursed angrily: "Look, this is your baby, a dead girl who loses money!"

Zhu Yanling did not speak.

Seeing her mother like this, Zhang Xiaohui felt aggrieved for her new life.

When Zhang Xiaohui started to remember things, all the dirty work in the family was piled up on her mother, and honesty became synonymous with her.

In the eyes of Zhang Xiaohui's grandmother Su Liping, this is the only thing that is better.

At this moment, Su Liping picked out another pile of clothes, walked up to Zhu Yanling, and ordered: "After washing this pile, don't forget to wash mine too."

"Yes." Zhu Yanling hissed back.

Zhang Xiaohui looked at her mother's hands, which were almost swollen.She knelt down and snatched the clothes from Zhu Yanling's hand: Mom, I'll wash them for you. "

Zhu Yanling pushed it away with her backhand: "Get out of here! You lose money, you are not as good as your brother in anything, what do you want?"

Zhang Xiaohui suddenly felt a little cold when her mother said this. Her mother's legs and feet were not good. She had to do all the housework alone after giving birth to her younger brother. Zhang Xiaohui wanted to help her, but it was always in return. It's a sentence "losing money, get out!"

This sentence is often said by grandma, but since having a younger brother, mother has also started to say this about herself. She began to wonder, is she really a loser?

At this time, the younger brother in the room started to cry, Zhang Xiaohui hurried a few times into the book, hugged her younger brother and began to coax her.

My younger brother is very dark, but his eyes are pretty.Zhang Xiaohui's grandmother, Su Liping, specially found a more educated person in the village to help her name. Her name is Zhang Xiaohui. Naturally, her younger brother is called Zhang Changzhi. The word wisdom means extremely smart.

Zhang Xiaohui's grandmother, Su Liping, was very satisfied with the name, and gave her younger brother a nickname "Xiaozhi".

Zhang Xiaohui kept shaking Zhang Changzhi, but she couldn't be coaxed anyway, and the crying attracted the attention of the grandma outside.

Concerned about her little feet, Su Liping probed into the room, saw her younger brother in Zhang Xiaohui's arms, and snatched it away, just like an old hen guarding its chicks.

Su Liping shook it for a while, and sure enough, the eldest grandson in her arms stopped crying.She looked at Zhang Xiaohui viciously in a blink of an eye, and scolded angrily: "Did you make your brother cry, stinky girl?"

Zhang Xiaohui shook her head, eager to defend herself: "No, it's not me."

"It's not you, I've seen it all, I just want you to do something."

The noise alarmed Zhu Yanling who was outside the house, "What's going on, what's going on." She hurried into the house to see what happened inside.

"What's going on? Look at you, you gave birth to a loser, and made our baby cry. She is abusing you." Su Liping framed.

Zhang Xiaohui tried every means to excuse herself and ran out crying.

"Look at this dead girl, she ran away as soon as she said a word, really."

Zhang Xiaohui deliberately chose a remote place, and she fought hard not to be found.I just wanted my family members to be anxious for her, but after waiting for a long time, it was dark and no one came.

She felt very hungry at this time, so she could only go back along the way she came.

Walking to the door of the house, Zhang Xiaohui suddenly hesitated. If she goes back, grandma will still scold her, what should I do?

When she thought of this, she suddenly didn't know what to do, "Xiaohui, come back!"

Zhang Xiaohui looked up when she heard the voice, it turned out to be her father, but looking at Zhang Changjun's face, something seemed wrong.

Zhang Xiaohui saw that her father was still holding the whip, and said in a trembling voice, "Father."

"Father? You still have the face to call me Dad, did you hit your brother?"

At this time, there was no room for Zhang Xiaohui to defend herself, so Zhang Changjun picked up his whip and threw it on Zhang Xiaohui, pointing at her and scolding her: "You stinky girl, I raised you for nothing, you really lose money! Lost money! Your grandma really said Yes!"

After Zhang Xiaohui was whipped several times, she seemed to be numb and lost consciousness.

There was only one thought in her heart, she was going to die, she was going to die, she didn't want to live anymore.

At this time, a pair of hands gently picked her up, Zhang Xiaohui opened her eyes reluctantly, and the person in front of her was her mother.

Seeing Zhu Yanling like this, Su Liping cursed next to her and said, "Oh, what are you doing saving this loser? Really, just die."

Seeing that the old lady was angry, Zhang Changjun put away his whip and comforted him: "Mother, this child is disobedient. I have finished teaching her today, calm down."

Su Liping didn't speak, she rolled her eyes and glanced at Zhu Yanling, and walked back to the house in small steps.

When Zhang Xiaohui woke up again, she found that she was now in Westinghouse.She woke up from the cold, the house was full of firewood, the door was locked, the surrounding was ventilated, and the biting coolness came in waves.

Zhang Xiaohui hid in the corner, hugging the only quilt, at this time she started crying again from her hungry stomach.

She hasn't eaten all day.

Just as I was thinking about it, a smell of food wafted from the side, and it smelled like it was next door.

She listened carefully, and heard that the neighbor next door wanted to discuss something...

Gradually, Zhang Xiaohui was so hungry that she lost her intuition. She thought how nice it would be to be a boy, and would her family love her more?She often wants to be loved, but sometimes all her best efforts are in vain.

The cold weather made Zhang Xiaohui no longer have any thoughts, thinking about other things, she could only try to keep herself warm for a while, trying not to freeze to death.

At this moment, the voice from next door has not stopped...

"Hey, this kid finally calmed down a bit, hey son, have you thought about what I discussed with you today, will you send away the lost money?" Su Liping asked again.

"Mother, let me think about it." The corners of Zhang Changjun's face twitched, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he sat at the dining table with a little melancholy, wanting to meditate again.

Zhang Xiaohui knew that they must be discussing their own affairs. Looking at her father's actions today, she knew what her grandma had said to him. Grandma had always hoped that this family would not have her, so that her younger brother could save money for schooling.

She used money to go to school, and her newborn brother needed money even more. Ever since she had this brother, Zhang Xiaohui knew that sooner or later this day would come, and she was used to it.

Zhang Changjun is an honest man from the mountains. Zhang Xiaohui’s family relies on Zhang Changjun weaving frames for other people’s houses for a living. In the past two years, Zhang Changjun’s legs and feet were fine and he could do some heavy work, but God seemed to punish their old Zhang’s family. , Zhang Changjun accidentally broke his leg, and since then the pillar of the family has disappeared.

Zhang Changjun is no longer going out to work to make a living, but only weaves baskets at home.Now there are only orphans and widows left, they can't resist, they can't stand on their shoulders, and they can't do anything. At this time, they hope that there will be a boy in the family.

Since then, Zhang Xiaohui's family, like the villagers, has started the road of making babies.

Every household in their village must have two boys, and Zhang Changjun's lack of boys is a very embarrassing thing for Zhang Changjun.

And Zhang Xiaohui's mother-in-law Su Liping often said that she was a hen who couldn't lay eggs, and she was often beaten. Zhang Xiaohui was not much better.

Zhang Xiaohui's hands and feet were already numb from the cold weather. She snuggled up against the corner, her lips were purple from the cold. The only thing she was still with was the quilt. This quilt must have been secretly sent by her mother. Zhang Xiaohui knew that her mother was fine talking at home. Weight, I can only obey, but fortunately with this quilt, at least I can't be frozen to death tonight.

At this time, there were bursts of voices from the next door, and Zhang Xiaohui knew that they were making babies again...