followed Cai's home, maybe it was because of the silver, Mengsheng had a full meal. After the meal, Mengsheng took the straw basket and sickle and went to beat the pigweed.

As usual, Yumesheng came to a private school in the west of the village. The private school was jointly run by two large families, surnamed Murakami Cai and Yan, and an old gentleman was invited to teach the children of the two families. Mengsheng has often come to audit since he was eight years old, first eavesdropping, and has been expelled by the old gentleman and the children of the two families I don't know how many times. Cai Mao of the Cai family and Yan Jin of the Yan family are even more hateful, often verbally abused, fists and feet are combined, poor Mengsheng, young and frail, and is often beaten all over by them. Later, the old gentleman couldn't see it, and saw that Mengsheng was smart and studious, so he agreed that Mengsheng would clean the classroom every day in exchange for auditing.

Mengsheng came to the private school, and the old gentleman had already started to speak. Today, the old gentleman taught "The Owl of the Wind", and I only listened to the old gentleman reciting in a low voice, shaking his head: "The owl and the owl, if you take my son, you will not destroy my room." Enschens, Mins of the beard.

The sky is not rainy, through the mulberry soil, and the household is prepared. Today's women are descending to the people, or dare to insult?

Give the hand, give the hand. To the rent saved, to the mouth, to the house.

To the feather, to the tail, to the room. Drifted by the wind and rain, Yu Weiyin beeped!"

Mengsheng found that his mind was very good today, and what he used to have to chant repeatedly to remember, today he only remembered it after listening to the old gentleman chanting it once, and resonated with the poem, and then he also tapped the board and sang.

Cai Mao and Yan Jin, who were always confused, saw Mengsheng's gradual improvement, and their evil thoughts suddenly appeared, and the two lifted the table where Mengsheng was sitting and flipped it out, shouting in their mouths: "Little bastard, Uncle Ben didn't even hear why, you know a fart!"

Mengsheng got up from the ground and disdained Cai and Yan.

Seeing this, Cai Mao stepped forward and punched, and half of Mengsheng's face suddenly swollen.

Dream is born to the side of the guts, and clenched his fists to fight back, but after all, in the face of Cai Mao, who is tall and tall, the small fist can't touch people at all.

"Dare to fight back? It's strange if Lao Tzu doesn't flatten you. Cai Mao shouted.

Seeing this, the old gentleman hurriedly stepped forward to save Mengsheng from being beaten.

Sleeping on the wooden planks of the firewood room at night, Mengsheng stared at the ceiling in a daze, and secretly swore in his heart that he must make himself strong.

In a daze, I dreamed that I was standing a foot square, surrounded by chaos and darkness, and suddenly, a voice said, "This belongs to you, you must develop it well." ”

Dream woke up and looked at the surrounding sky, black ground, and black house, and was confused.

The next day, I got up early in the midst of Cai's abuse, and found that the swollen face that was beaten by Cai Mao yesterday was better, and even the scars on my body disappeared. Mengsheng was very surprised, but he was forgotten by the subsequent feeding of pigs, sheep, and rabbits.

After feeding, Mengsheng drank a bowl of thin porridge soup and went to hunt pigweed again.

Day after day, Mengsheng gets up early in the morning to feed the pigs and sheep, then carries the basket and threshes the grass, and goes to the private school halfway to listen, the difference is that Mengsheng feels full of energy now, never feels tired, sometimes his body is torn by the tree, and after a while it will be back to the same as before. What's even stranger is that I dream every night, and the dream is always standing in a square corner by myself, facing the chaos and darkness around me, the voice is always reminding, and I feel more and more anxious.

On this day, Mengsheng listened to the lecture of the old gentleman of the private school and came to the north bank of Wanzhang Pond. Because the Dragon Boat Festival was approaching, Cai asked him to go to the pond to pick some reed leaves and wrap zongzi. The north bank of Wanzhangtan is a dense reed, and when the dumplings are wrapped during the Dragon Boat Festival, the villagers are there to pick the zongzi leaves (reed leaves).

Clusters of reeds, patches of reeds, into forests and seas, luxuriant, vigorous growth, magnificent, the wind passes, everything is still green, occasionally startled a waterfowl, chirping, flying into the depths of the reeds......

Mengsheng couldn't help but think of the old gentleman's "Book of Songs" the day before yesterday: "The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost." The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. ”

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a scream from the depths of the reeds: "Meow-", which startled the birds in the reeds to fly together.

Mengsheng put the picked reed leaves into the basket and looked into the depths of the reeds, but the reeds were so vast and dense that the villagers did not dare to go deeper, it is said that many years ago, some villagers went to the depths to hit water birds with guns, but did not come out, and then people went in in groups, only to find broken long guns and a pile of white bones.

Mengsheng looked inside in horror, and another scream came from inside, and the cry knocked directly on Mengsheng's heart, and with a call and a plea for help, he dragged Mengsheng inside. A quarter of an hour later, I only saw the sound of the reed pole in front of me "brushing", mixed with the tearing sound of "whirring" and the scream of "meow". Mengsheng stepped forward and saw a reed with a radius of more than ten zhang falling into a piece, and in the middle, a green snake more than two feet long was devouring a small thing that looked like a cat with a blue body. The blue kitten struggled and hissed, and her eyes were full of hope when she saw the dream enter.

Mengsheng couldn't bully the strong and the weak, thinking that he was often bullied by Cai Mao and others, his compassion came spontaneously, he clenched the sickle and stabbed the snake with all his might. The snake was in pain, opened its mouth to let go of the little green cat, and turned around and pounced on Mengsheng. In a hurry, the sickle with the reeds was pulled a few times and did not pull it off, and he couldn't take care of it, so he abandoned the sickle and fled. When the serpent saw that the dream had ruined its good deeds, he held his head high, spit out scarlet letters, and made a strange "whirring" sound to chase after it with all his might.

Mengsheng didn't dare to look back, he fled forward with one foot and one foot deep, his hands and legs were scraped by the reed leaves and the blood flowed, and he ran straight to exhaustion, sat on the ground, looked back in a panic, but saw that the back was empty. "Finally escaped!" thought to the dream, "It can't be that it can't catch up with me and eat that kitten again, right?"

Thinking of the thrill just now, Mengsheng's heart was still "banging", but thinking of the little green cat's expectant gaze, Mengsheng couldn't bear it.

"Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter. "Mengsheng still quietly covered the way he came. Not far away, I saw another field of reeds all over the place, and the long snake lay motionless on the ground, and the ground was covered with blood. "The snake won't die, will it?" Mengsheng threw the stone far away. Seeing that the snake did not move, Mengsheng cautiously walked over. When he came closer, Mengsheng laughed loudly: "My baby scythe, thank you!"

It turned out that the dream saw the snake chasing after him, and in the panic, the sickle was embedded in the reed rod, and the tip of the knife was upward, and the snake pressed the tip of the knife to move forward, and the tip of the knife pierced from under the jaw to the tail and came out, cutting the snake's belly in half, and died so much that it could no longer die.

Mengsheng touched his forehead with his hand and found that the three-pointed old man was old, "The frontal bone is high!"