"Seven Short Stories"

In the season of falling snow, Yuheng left his hometown, and with only his literary talents, he trekked across mountains and rivers and came to a very prosperous place in Nancheng——Linxian City.

In front of a library, I hesitated for a long time and dared not go in.Because he couldn't understand what the people here said.This rich Nanyin sounds like singing, the words are closely connected, and there is a slight long sound at the end.

He was worried, how would he survive in this city?He came here because his parents had quarreled and fought each other since he could remember.Often both sides suffer, and the house is full of smog.Yu Heng almost never ate a complete meal at home, and never saw his parents smiling.

When he was a child, he didn't understand why they often quarreled and fought.Later, because of the two of them, Yu Heng didn't go to school to study anymore.

When he was seventeen or eighteen, he thought, why don't you leave each other when you hurt each other endlessly.Wouldn't it be better to let the other party go and find a more suitable partner by yourself.

At the age of 19, he resolutely decided to leave this smoky home.He chose Laixian City because his hometown is the northernmost and Linxian City is the southernmost.It was as far from home as he knew.

Although he didn't finish school, his talent is very good, and he seems to be proficient in poetry and poetry.It turned out that when I was studying, I was often exempted from the exam by the teacher.I often ask him to help review the articles of my classmates.Equivalent to half mr.

But he has always been disapproving of his literary talent, feeling that he is not very good, and even a little inferior.

His lack of self-confidence stems from his parents' perennial abuse, which he ignored.He will get a negative answer to everything he does, even if he gets an A every time in the exam!He has never been scolded by a teacher, and has never been told by his parents to go to school to be admonished for making mistakes.But in the eyes of his family, he is always wrong everywhere and can't do everything.He was scolded to the point where he was completely useless.

He used to like painting very much, and the master who taught painting always praised him for his talent, and would occasionally start a small talk with him and teach him some skills.

He also participated in the painting competition of the two provinces, and he won the second place due to internal reasons.But he felt that his ranking was also helped by Mr.

He just refuses to believe that he is capable of the achievements he has made himself.Because his family never recognized him.

Later, because of his father's words, what's the use of painting these things!

Yu Heng never drew any pictures again.

Yuheng, who was trapped in memories, was questioned by a man with a bad Beiyin who spoke not so fluently.

"This young man has been at the gate of our school for a long time. He looks like a northerner? Is he here to study?"

Yuheng was a little cautious, his face was slightly red, and he shook his head lightly.He originally wanted to be a teacher.Apart from being able to write articles, he thinks he has no other skills.

Facing the person's questioning, he felt that although the slightly short and fat man smiled politely, the arrogance in his bones made him uncomfortable.

"Then what are you here for? Seeing that you are still very young, don't you want to come to me to find a job?"

He didn't expect to be caught by this person all of a sudden.Let's listen to the tone, it's still the steward of this seemingly small school.

Yuheng was extremely flustered.He didn't dare to look up at that person, it was too late, he turned his head and left quickly with small steps.

"Ouch!"

Yu Heng lowered his head and walked quickly, bumping into someone.The man's voice was very nice, and he yelled softly.

Yuheng looked up.Want to say sorry.But he was robbed by the other party first: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just looked at the pile of papers in my hand and bumped into you."

The other party's eyes were slender, black and bright, very large, and there seemed to be the morning sun of Hexi in them, gentle, bright and cheerful.The eyelashes are not thick, the roots are distinct, long, and a little trance-like.

"It's okay...it's okay." Why did Yu Heng accept the apology from a person with a straight nose and a straight nose?It seemed that he should have hit him first.

The man smiled, causing the spring flowers to fly, and Yuheng seemed to see the sky full of tiny white flowers hovering in front of his eyes.

"Mr. Xu has always been so courteous." The person in charge behind Yuheng said suddenly.

Yu Heng's face turned red.It was obvious that the people behind saw that they bumped into others and scattered the test paper in the hands of the man in black, but they still accepted his apology.

It's a bit, too impolite.

He originally wanted to help him pick up the test papers on the floor who had been smiling and telling the people behind him that Mr. Ma praised him too much.But I feel that the atmosphere I am in now makes me feel very embarrassed.He stayed where he was, neither walking nor not walking.

A gust of wind came.

An impartial paper landed on Yu Heng's chest, he picked it up, glanced at the article.Unconsciously said: "Wenqing, a little plain. It would be better if we could add more allusions."

"The article you're talking about belongs to Dai Heng. Can you see if it's signed by Dai Heng?" Mr. Xu, who was on the ground with his head buried in the papers, raised his head and smiled brilliantly.

Yu Heng looked at the inscription at the beginning of the article, and it was indeed the Dai Heng he was talking about.He nodded to him.

"You are young, you can review articles. And you have the same idea as me. I am really surprised." Mr. Xu sorted out all the papers, took out one at random, and handed it to him: "Look at this one!"

As soon as Yu Heng saw the article, he would enter a state of complete ecstasy. He took it and read it roughly.Then he frowned slightly: "Some of the connections are incoherent. The beginning is very aggressive, but some of the words in the eliciting process are not expressive. So the forced exaggeration at the end makes this article a bit unsatisfactory."

"Ha!" Mr. Xu was very happy, and he patted Yuheng on the chest: "Dare to ask brother's name? You and I have almost the same review of the two articles! It is hard to find such a congenial mind!"

"I... My name is Yu Heng." He looked at Mr. Xu's expression of being a friend, feeling a little dazed.

Someone took the article from him.It was Mr. Ma who was in charge. He read the article, and then looked at Yuheng very seriously.

"It's really good to have such reading ability at such a young age. Stay here and be a teacher with me. You can take a few lessons with Mr. Xu first. Listen to your accent, very pure Beiyin, At present, only Mr. Xu is a northerner here, and I think the two of you can get along with each other."

Before Yu Heng could come to thank the sudden being left behind, he looked straight at Mr. Xu, and realized that he had been talking to him for a long time, but he didn't realize that what he said was not this thick and incomprehensible Nanyin .His pronunciation is very pure and the same as his own northern accent.Only occasionally a few pronunciations are not the same.

Mr. Xu seemed happier than he was able to stay.Gong Gong him: "Thank you, Mr. Ma. The students we want to come to Xiaolai Academy have to go through strict examination and screening. You are the first one who is directly admitted like this!"

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Ma." Yu Heng felt that he was being rude again, why did he put all his attention on this Mr. Xu at this juncture.

In Mr. Ma's smile, there was an aura that made Yuheng a little timid.

"The assessment still has to be taken, and it will be arranged in a few days." After speaking, Mr. Ma entered the school with his hands behind his back.

"Hey, you don't look very active, you look so introverted. No, you are a little too quiet. Hey, how old are you?" Mr. Xu led him into the school, his tone was Confucian and light.

"I am 19 years old."

"Have you married yet?" Without waiting for Yuheng to answer, he guessed on his own: "Surely not, otherwise you, a fluent Beiyin native, would have come all the way to Linxian City along the sea by yourself. There must be no worries! Or you moved here with your family like me?"

After speaking, he took Yu Heng into a classroom.

He looked at the small tables and chairs here, the square ones were placed individually, and the space between the front and back was very wide, there were no more than ten of them in total.It is very different from the classroom where he reads.In the classrooms in the north, six people can sit in a row of long desks arranged horizontally.The desks are arranged closely, and as many students as possible can be squeezed in.

He forgot to answer Mr. Xu's words.He was thinking about how to teach different languages ​​in the north and the south.When he came here impulsively, he didn't think about this issue at all, and he didn't know, he couldn't understand the words here at all.

"You don't have a family, your parents have passed away, right? So you ran so far alone?"

Mr. Xu asked very carefully.

Yu Heng felt a pain in his heart, he would rather not have him beating and scolding each other or beating and scolding his parents all day long.It might as well be that they are dead.So he nodded.He lowered his head and frowned.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." Mr. Xu patted him on the shoulder, really not knowing what to say.

One after another, children in gorgeous clothes came in with book bags and saw Mr. Xu greet him warmly.

"Morning sir!"

"Who is Mr. bringing with you today? Mr. who is listening in?"

"It's new!"

"It looks a few years older than us!"

"Hey, he's blushing!"

"That's right, why are you blushing?"

Surrounded by Yuheng were seven or eight students around the age of fourteen or fifteen.Push Mr. Xu aside.They were all fluent in Beiyin.He realized that these children should have settled here with their parents moving north.

"Hey, hey, you like the new and hate the old! I haven't abdicated yet!" Mr. Xu hurled them to their seats with the ruler in his hand.At this time, a pair of twin brothers walked in the door, sitting in the last row of the classroom.

"Okay, everyone is here. Let's have morning class."

Mr. Xu has a serious face, but he is not that harsh.

The students were very obedient, opened the book and read quietly.The chaotic but quiet murmurs seemed to be singing.

Compared with Yu Heng's memory when he was studying, his ears were buzzing loudly to see who could read louder, and the shaking classroom windows felt trembling. The delicacy here is like a clear spring, flowing softly.

Mr. Xu poked him in the waist with a ruler: "What are you thinking?"

Feather felt itchy, and quickly moved his body, blushing: "I think of the time when I was studying by myself."

"It's a very different feeling from ours in the North, isn't it?"

"Ah."

"Your face has turned red many times in the past few minutes. It's not good for you to be so nervous and shy. You can't stand these children, so be more aggressive."

"I won't, can't I be friends with them? It's also possible to teach them knowledge as a friend."

"That's what I thought at the beginning." Mr. Xu paused: "And I did the same, but sometimes, it is necessary to restrict them and discipline them by acting like Mr. Ying."

Yuheng nodded thoughtfully.

"Wait a minute, let me tell them an article first, how about you review their comments?"

Are you going to have a formal class as soon as you come up?Yu Heng was a little flustered, a little afraid, he shook his head stiffly.

"Ha! Don't be afraid! Your comments on the two articles just now are very good! I just want to hear more of your comments."

"No, I..." Yu Heng was stage frightened, and it was the first time he was standing here as a gentleman.He himself didn't know what he was doing.

"Your face is suddenly pale...why is it so hard to breathe? What's wrong with you? Hey, hey, hey! What is that constant!?"

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There was a pleasant bird song with a long lingering sound.

Yuheng smelled the warm sandalwood scent in the air, and slowly opened his eyes. Mr. Ma was sitting beside him, very upright.

"Awake? You have a serious blood loss, you young man! You don't know?"

Yuheng found himself lying in a simple but cozy little bedroom, looking at him with a polite smile, but looking at Mr. Ma, swallowed, and shook his head slightly.

"How can you teach with a body like yours? You fainted by yourself during class."

"I've never fainted before. Today, today was an accident! I'm fine!" Yuheng worried that he would be driven away.He doesn't know anyone here, and he doesn't do anything else.He wants to stay and teach, or do some other odd jobs.

The door of the room was opened, and Mr. Xu walked in with a look of concern, holding a few books in his hand: "Mr. Ma, I'm all to blame today, I insisted that he give lectures on the first day. I'm afraid I made him too nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about?" Mr. Ma wanted to say something, but was sent away by Mr. Xu: "Mr. Ma, you cherish talents the most. Our academy is full of rich children who want to come and have no places." Yes, it's not because seven and a half out of ten students brought out by the gentlemen of our academy can get honors and enter official careers. You have seen the talent of this little Mr. Heng, a rare talent! I will take care of him Bring it out, your old man will go to work first, go to work first! Hehe!"

He shut Mr. Ma out of the door, and immediately changed from a flattering look to a little anxious, and looked at Yuheng: "What's the situation with you? It was too scary just now. You fell down without giving me any reaction! Fortunately, I have a quick eye and catch you. You, you are too thin, I will carry you back, just like holding a ball of cotton. "

"My name is Yuheng."

"Uh, sorry, I didn't remember your name. By the way, why don't you ask me what my name is and how old I am?"

Yu Heng looked at him: "What's your name and how old are you?" It seemed as if he had repeated it.

Mr. Xu smiled instantly: "You, please don't be so cute. My name is Xu Shan, and I am 24 this year."

He took out a few red dates from his pocket: "For the blood-enriching ones, eat more."

Looking at the jujube delivered to his mouth, Yuheng's eyes turned red all of a sudden.When he was sick before, his parents never asked him, nor would they give him a nice word, only endless quarrels!For his discomfort, he will only call him lazy and pretend to be sick.And force him to wash and cook.

He silently acknowledged all these, and was deeply tired.

He especially hopes that his parents can care about him for a while, and look at him for a while.But never got it.

Facing a random move by a stranger, he especially didn't want to accept it.He felt that a person whose parents didn't care about him didn't need others' sympathy.He pushed away, closed his red eyes, and remained silent.

"No appetite? Or don't you like to eat?"

He didn't respond, he felt that Xu Shan's cheerful smile more and more brought out the haze in his heart.

"Uh, I have to go to class later. You, take a good rest, this is my room, no one will come." Xu Shan didn't know why Yuheng was suddenly in a particularly bad mood.Put the jujube beside the bed, got up and left with the book in his arms.

With a babble, the door was closed.

"I don't need anyone to care about me by my side." Yuheng said to himself.Tears flowed down without disappointment.

His heart was pierced by those big, round, sweet-smelling jujubes.

He remembered that his throat was so swollen that he couldn't speak, but in a few days he had to participate in a recitation competition in the school.For the first time, he asked his mother to make him some rock sugar pears, but was severely beaten and scolded by his mother once!Call him greedy!Call him lazy!

Enduring the pain from the wood hitting him, he gritted his teeth, neither crying nor hiding.He didn't say that he wanted to heal his throat because he was going to take part in the reciting competition, otherwise, no matter how sick he was, he would stand on his own until he recovered.

He doesn't want to disappoint his husband who thinks highly of him.That's why he opened his mouth and asked his mother for rock sugar pears.He didn't say that he was sick, because he knew that no one would care if he said it.He didn't want to take the medicine, it was too bitter.

On the day of the recitation competition, he exhausted all his energy and finished the competition with difficulty with a throat that swallowed blood every time he said a word.He got No.2.The husband didn't blame him, because the moment he opened his mouth, the husband could tell that his voice was not right.After that, the gentleman made him a lot of pears with rock sugar, but Yu Heng didn't drink a sip, so he held back his tears and kowtowed to the gentleman.Then it seemed like running away.

He doesn't want anyone's attention.He took it all as someone else's pity.He doesn't need to be pitiful.He himself can be strong without anyone else.The only thing he wants is a normal home, a warmer home, as long as he can sit together and have a good meal.

Unknowingly, he couldn't remember, and fell asleep again.