moon like rain

When the singing ended, a group of people also came to the street in the village. Looking at the warm lights in front of him, Xiao Mengqian looked back at the cave on the mountainside, turned his head, and sat in the frost with the children who laughed because the singing ended. Laughing on the streets of Lincun.

Whether the sky is getting darker and the singing is getting louder when going down the mountain, or the laughter and laughter today, they all became the paintings of Xiao Mengqian not long after.

At that time, when Xiao Mengqian looked back at the cave on the mountainside at the entrance of the village, she didn't know that this cave would be Xiao Mengqian's favorite place to stay in the future besides the forest guard's hut in the forest. There are not many places where Xiao Mengqian can feel warm.

Xiao Mengqian was able to come out to play with the children these two days while the children were on holiday on weekends. A few days ago, the experience of visiting every household with the village head and going to the mountains with the adults to cut trees and collect herbs to see the scenery made Xiao Mengqian feel happy. There are many sketches and handwriting in Xiao Mengqian's painting book, which are a bit of scribbled inspiration.

The next day, Xiao Mengqian went to school with the children. Xiao Mengqian's class was still scheduled in the morning, and as soon as she entered the school, children surrounded her.

"Mr. Xiao! Teacher Xiao! Look at the paintings you drew at home!"

"Mr. Xiao, look at the wolf I drew!"

"Teacher, look at the mother and father I drew!"

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In the largest classroom, there are more than 100 children sitting in the dark. Thanks to the strong wind here and the communication basically relies on roaring, Xiao Mengqian's voice is also louder, enough for the children to hear clearly. The five teachers in the school also stood outside the door looking at the children.

"I've read all the drawings submitted by the students. Everyone's drawings are very good, but there are still some students who didn't notice the problem of the lines. Some students can still see the lines that haven't been wiped clean..."

Soon, a class about lines in painting was over, and as the teacher walked into the classroom waving the bell in his hand, the students stood up and said goodbye to the teacher.

Xiao Mengqian walked off the podium in a staggering pace, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, Xiao Mengqian walked off the podium, her red eyes looked at the teachers at the door and the children sitting in the classroom, her voice choked with sobs: " Teacher Xiao is going to paint tomorrow, so this is the last class with everyone." After Xiao Mengqian finished speaking, she tilted her head slightly and showed a smile: "During the time I am with you, I will I will always remember that this will be a treasure of my life, and I am also grateful to the teachers for giving me this opportunity."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Mengqian looked at the teacher and the children and bowed deeply. Before she got up, a child was crying and hugging Xiao Mengqian. One after another surrounded her, and one child was still holding the Just modified the painting of the lines.

Although the lines are still crooked, Xiao Mengqian's appearance is still vividly drawn.

That afternoon, Xiao Mengqian pulled a small sleigh and took two or three days of rations to the hut in the forest. When he arrived, he found that the village head and a few people were busy with something near the hut. When they heard the movement, they turned their heads. , Xiao Mengqian asked in bewilderment: "What are you doing?"

After talking to those few people in dialect, the village chief turned his head and said to Xiao Mengqian: "Although the wolves have often been heard howling but no one can tell if the wolves will come this winter. No, I asked a few people in the village who have dealt with wolves to come here to make arrangements."

Xiao Mengqian had no concept of the ferocity of wolves. After saying thank you repeatedly, he pulled the small sled and began to "unload the goods". After about an hour, the village head pulled Xiao Mengqian out, and talked with one of the men in dialect. After a while, the village chief said to Xiao Mengqian with a dumbfounding expression: "You should go that way when you go in and out, and don't run around in other places. They have planted a few traps, and this is for you." .” The village chief’s dumbfounded expression was replaced by a speechless expression, and he handed something to Xiao Mengqian.

Xiao Mengqian took it in his hand and couldn't help saying: "woc"

The thing in Xiao Mengqian's hand is an old-fashioned earthen gun made by the people in the village. He used to go to the mountains to cut trees and hunt, and he must have something in his hand. man.

Those men noticed the expression on Xiao Mengqian's face, but they mistook her for not being able to do it, and wanted them to teach her. A man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall pulled the village chief away, gesticulating something with his hands while speaking in dialect.

In this way, until the sound of "touch", Xiao Mengqian was still in a state of bewilderment and speechless and did not recover.

Although Xiao Mengqian is down on the surface, there is still a voice in her heart that keeps complaining, no wolf will come, no way, woc is a gun, just give it to me casually, do you really think that can teach me like this?

The village chief who was pulled aside couldn't stand it any longer, and pulled the man aside again with a determined look, then took the gun, locked the safety, put the gun...in the house, and pursed his lips when he came out She looked at Xiao Mengqian without tears and nodded.

"Those of them who have gone to the mountains to fight wolves, the worries and vigilance in their hearts are like the nagging of grandparents. If you don't keep a gun by your side, they can't let you live here alone." Long explained.

Xiao Mengqian still felt like making a fuss in her heart, maybe the wolves in the mountains sensed it, and the howling of wolves in the middle of the night made Xiao Mengqian's hand that was drawing the line draft tremble, almost knocking down the easel in front of her.

Although she could feel the cry coming from the depths of the mountain, Xiao Mengqian couldn't help but look out of the window, and then at the gun hanging on the wall.

Hmm... It seems that I probably remember how to use it, but the shaking of the pen tip made Xiao Mengqian, who was already quiet in painting, quickly regain her state, and forgot about howling wolves.

One night four days later, Xiao Mengqian tidied up the easel and seasoning tray, threw the discarded manuscript paper into the fire and burned it, took a flashlight and went outside to fetch snow, prepared to tidy up before going to sleep, and opened the door. Xiao Mengqian, who was wearing a blanket, shivered as the cold wind hit her face, and ran to the side of the hut to dig a pot of snow and came back.

Xiao Mengqian has been watching the snow melt in the pot until it boils, thinking about the paintings painted by Si Tian, ​​a set of oil paintings, two ink paintings, and oil paintings, which will be given to Shuanglin Village, and the ink paintings will be kept by herself, thinking about it Then, the simple washing was done, Xiao Mengqian extinguished the fire, wrapped in a blanket, covered with another layer of blanket and put on another layer of military overcoat, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, sharp screams cut through the night, Xiao Mengqian sat up suddenly, wrapped in a blanket and looked outside in horror.

No matter what happened next, whether Xiao Mengqian told her father or Ji Hefang when she got home, the first reaction after listening to them was, you are so brave.

Xiao Mengqian didn't know where she got the courage at that time, put on her clothes, wrapped her military coat and got out of bed, lit the fire with a fire bag, lit the kerosene lamp, picked up the flashlight, walked to the wall and took the torch The gun went out, and Xiao Mengqian couldn't figure out why afterwards, maybe it was driven by curiosity?

Xiao Mengqian felt as if a wild boar had fallen into a trap while walking by the light and followed the sound. After walking a short distance, Xiao Mengqian saw a big pit in the snow in front of her. The wooden cover that was part of the trap was knocked up a crack every now and then.

After several times of opening and closing the gap, Xiao Mengqian confirmed that it was a wild boar that fell into the trap, but it was still dark, and she couldn't go to the villagers' house to wake others up, but she couldn't sleep because of the noise. Xiao Mengqian, who was so close, had a headache from the noise of the wild boar. When she shook her head and was about to turn around and go back, she unexpectedly saw the boundless galaxy above her head.

In the middle of the night, there was no wind, although it was very cold, but the cold seemed to make the night sky clear. Xiao Mengqian looked at the night sky in a daze, and ran towards the hut in the next second stepping on the snow. , the light and shadow cast by the kerosene lamp swayed in the snow.

Well, Ji Hefang and Xiao Junzhu, who had heard the whole story, also said that Xiao Mengqian is not only really courageous, but also not afraid of the cold.

Xiao Mengqian randomly put the painting tools into the bag, wrapped it in a blanket, held the kerosene lamp and the gun that she forgot to put back in her left hand, and ran towards the lake like a penguin with the bag and easel in her right hand.

So, the next morning, Village Chief Yuan dragged his sled over and saw a penguin sitting by the lake, drawing, with all kinds of equipment scattered all over the place.

The author says:

come on! . !But I write very slowly today, oh no, I write very slowly every day.

Come on, strangers, you have to come on too