In a farmhouse in the village, the old farmer and his wife had a weak conversation. After a while, the old farmer got up and put on his coat and went to the desk. Only the harsh sound of striking matches, the whole room gradually brightened up. After dialing the wick, the old farmer went to another room. Hardly had he pushed open the door when he stopped. The old farmer didn't want to wake the man in bed because he was asleep. He just curled his pie mouth slightly with a smug smile on his face. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the man on the bed suddenly talked in a dream: "Dad, I'm not going to high school. I'm going to chop wood with you ... ". Hearing this, the old farmer's face darkened and his eyes showed sadness and helplessness. ...
The wife is up, too. She took out a thin red sheet from under the pillow, wrapped the steamed bread prepared last night with green leaves and handed it to her husband: "Go, go home early, I will take care of it at home." The old farmer nodded, looked back at his sleeping son, strode to the gate, picked up two bundles of heavy firewood and set off. ...
Half the moon goes down, the sun slowly climbs up, and the gray sky is getting brighter and brighter. The old farmer touched his stomach with his hand. It must be Russia. Anyway, I'm almost in town, so I'll have a rest. So he put down the heavy firewood, took out the steamed bread wrapped in vegetables and ate it bit by bit. But somehow, he just ate half of it, hesitated for a while, then put away the steamed bread, stirred up firewood and continued on his way. ...
The sun has risen above your head, and the hot sunshine has dyed the whole town golden. As soon as the firewood was sold out, the old farmer stood up, wiped the sweat on his head, touched the "heavy" money in xx's front pocket with his hand and smiled slightly. He seemed to think of something, and took out the red book from his trouser pocket, which stood out in the golden sunshine. He looked up at the sky and hurried to the credit union at the corner of the north of the city. ...
The setting sun has reached the other side of the mountain, only half of it is still slightly red, and there is a faint ethereal sunset on the horizon. The old farmer walked out of the credit union, patted his bulging pocket and smiled with satisfaction. Seeing that it was getting late, he strode home. (article reading network:)
Pushing open the door and entering, the wife and son are preparing to eat. There are three bowls of corn rice on the table, none of which are full, but they are shining with golden yellow light. In addition, there are several wild vegetables that can be seen everywhere in Panshan Mountain. When the son saw his father coming back, he immediately stood up: "Dad, you are back. Are you exhausted? " ? Sit down and eat quickly. The old farmer touched his son's head and said with a smile, "Honey, I'm not hungry. You can eat. Today, I went to your uncle's house to borrow money. I not only borrowed money, but also stayed at his house for dinner. Baby, we have money to go to high school! " The son looked at his father's dry lips and showed a skeptical expression. The old farmer guessed his son's mind, took out half a steamed bread wrapped in green vegetables and said, "Look, Baby, I haven't finished the steamed bread I brought today! Take it and heat it up. "My son saw this half steamed bread and heard that he could go to high school. He was just excited and didn't ask anything.
The old farmer looked at his son, whose face was full of happiness, and then looked back at his wife, who also looked back at his son and smiled gently. The old farmer smiled, just thinking about something ...