Hmongjiang is a child who tries to avoid compulsory education.
I teach college students to read.
“Sixteen-year-olds can’t write two in big letters. Can your worms be better than compulsory education? I’m sorry.
In front of him was a young man with a beautiful silver dress and a cold face, with his head raised in shock, and his head turned upside down.
“What? I’m sorry.
01
I was 20.
This is the end of the 1990s, when we, the students of the teacher training course, lost our job and had to find an internship to get a job when we graduated.
The places of instruction are remote.
The day of the assignment, I was pregnant in the dorm, and when I arrived, I was picked up a little bit better.
There’s only one place called Dragon Ridge.
The roommate came from outside the country, and she looked pale when she saw it, and she pulled me around and said, “I’m from around here, too. I heard that this place is an evil place for a stranger to die! I’m sorry.
As soon as she said, the good ones with their ears are nodded:
“It is said that every night in the village makes some terrible noise, it seems like a giant monster, it’s terrible! I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes, my cousin said, “A good light, as soon as they get there, it won’t be needed!” I’m sorry.
“I heard, I heard, there was a vigil there…” Quietly, it was almost crying.
When I got there on a two-day, two-night green train, I found out:
The noise of monsters is the snoring of the fat village chief.
Lights could not have been used because the entire village had been wired without a switch.
The ritual of the vigil is an eye-opening method that uses the magic technique of the Great Living Man.
In the eyes of the villagers who worship gods, I put a giant banner under the slinging floor:
“Turn against feudalism, superstition, dragon village, and civilization!” I’m sorry.
02
I’m missing the question of how people can’t read Chinese.
When one hundred and ten villagers came to ask what it was, I decided to do literacy work.
As soon as we heard, we’re going to learn, we’re going to go to school, we’re going to go to school.
There was only one young man standing there.
He’s only 16, 7 years old, tall, wearing a black and silver-dominated sap. He’s a local, dark wheat. The forehead is a line of silver in the shape of a teardrop, followed by a pair of blue and gray eyes.
The altitude is high, and some locals are well-established, but he is a veritable, exotic face, and handsome.
Not only that, but I noticed that so many people just came here to watch the new teacher. All of us are far away from him when it’s hot.
It’s like respect.
It’s like fear.
He walked in front of me, wrinkled.
“Hello, I’m the new teacher. I’m Chen Shui. I’m gonna turn around, not even a small village, and you’ve never been to school for a few days.
The young man looked at me and said in Chinese: “Here, unwelcome, cursed, foreign.” I’m sorry.
What do you mean?
I’m not welcome here. Why are you discriminating against outsiders? The outsiders brought the curse?
For such stubborn students, we have to move with compassion and understanding.
I pulled out two lemons in my pocket wrapped in glass paper and stuffed them into his hand, “Fine, sweet.” Reading, sweetness.”
He looked at me like he had his hands burned.
“You, go.”
03
I don’t have my internship certificate, and I don’t think I’m gonna take a little boy’s word seriously.
Half a month after coming to the village, I decided to work with the village chief, the village schoolmaster and two other teachers who also came to teach to do literacy and universal education.
The village is currently home to nearly a thousand villagers because of its remoteness and the rugged terrain of the mountains, which is almost isolated from the outside world.
There is no school building, there is only a large blackboard, and the students bring their own stools and open-air teaching.
I’m a language teacher (and music teacher), and there are over 30 students in the first class, with little dolls of a few years old and a middle-aged man with a long face.
With so much to come, village books do mass work, house-to-door to children.
I called a few people and asked the village’s books, “Are all the children who should go to school at their age in the barn here?” I’m sorry.
The Village Book first nodded and then shook its head, “You first arrived and I’m afraid you don’t know what’s going on here. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“There’s only one of us who didn’t visit, which is a taboo in the village. There was a family on the back of the hill that had a child and felt it was bad. I’m sorry.
“Why do you say that?” I think of those blue eyes without cause.
“The child is the successor king of evil.” I’m sorry.
“You still believe this? * I’m picturing my chest * The King has a right to education! I’m sorry.
“…”
“Yeah, what’s the kid’s name?”
“Monley. I’m sorry.
04
The first time I went up to the mountain to find Monty, I fell.
The second time up the mountain, a few snakes came out.
And for the third time he went up the mountain, and suddenly there was a heavy rain.
Fourth…
“I don’t believe it! Today is the day when the snake comes and bites me to death. I have to go up the mountain! I’m sorry.
The assistant teacher, Wang, is a young man, and he says, “It’s not going to work, or forget it.” They’re all saying it was Monroe’s intention…”
“You have to go up there and ask him what he means. I’m sorry.
So, when the fifth time We went up to the mountain, We prepared for it, and were determined to go up again.
I’m going to tell Mont-Leary that if he does, he will abide by the law.
The mountains are rugged and no one walks.
Half way down, the sky is dark again. I’m holding the umbrella out of my skin, and I’m going up, and I’m going to rain in a little bit.
Roads are wetter.
Even if I had convinced Monty that he lived in a place like this, how could he come to school every day? Besides, everyone else lives in the house. Why does he live so far away? Can you convince his family to move?
I’ve come to the point where I can’t see a piece of rock tripping under my feet.
Suddenly, a strong back-up came, and someone pulled my backpack and stopped me from falling.
Looking back, it’s the little stutter.
He was soaking wet by the rain, which continued to flow from the black hair to his long eyelashes. He pulled me up like a rabbit and pointed me up the road.
“You, you…” the umbrella was blown away by the wind. I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk, he was locked in his head and his eyes were on me. When I looked back, I turned back, and walked to the mountains in silence.
“What, get angry when you’re right. It’s true, or else you’re just as wet as you’re supposed to be Montrey.
He was extremely familiar with the terrain of the mountains and had chosen good areas, which had been drastically shortened.
And not only that, but I found out that when he opened the road, those annoying mosquitoes were no longer near us.
I remember the legends I heard in the barn.
Deterrence, by name, puts in a vessel every grotesque and horrid insect that kills and devours one another, and the last one that is left will be called a dower.
What’s it gonna take to be the king of evil?
I immediately had a wonderful idea.
“You’re an expert in making mosquitoes or roaches! “I looked with my eyes and came to him and said,
“You’re going to use me and make mosquitoes?” I’m sorry.
05
I’m a little guilty.
After all, I was probably the first to make such a request.
“I thought your worms should be great and should do something for society and people! Think about it, you eat poison, you eat pests.”
Mon Leben doesn’t speak Chinese. It’s hard to argue.
I immediately closed my mouth.
I have to say, his eyes, they shine in such a rainy night.
It took me a long time to know that his eyes were not angry, but a kind of desperate pity.
It is as if, in the sea of fratricidal worms and the blood of the dead, the last two insects had been killed, and in the last battle there was something more serious than death.
Then about 20 minutes later, my foot was dragged on the mud like lead, and I finally looked up and saw the hiking building built on the hill.
This is an exceptionally old and worn-out building compared to the buildings below the hill.
“This is your home…”
It’s dark inside.
When I walked in, the cold wind came from nowhere, and I had a cold war with the wet clothes on my body.
Plum.
Some kind of numbing noise.
Plum.
I tried to squeeze out a smile: “Bately, I’m prepared for it…” And I took out candles and matches wrapped in oil-protected cloths and lit a stick in my hand.
As soon as the light shines, a big bug that is red and has been bit on its back is at my feet! Its wounds attract scavengers, and they’re crumbling on it.
“Aah!”
A drop of wax dripped on my back and almost burned me to the ground.
I endured the creeping feeling and I looked inside with candles.
There are three rows of shelf, full of various vessels, large and small, without marking.
I don’t think it’s a good place to live in a small building.
“Where are your parents? I want to talk to them! How can a child grow like this? “It is a strong anger that dispels fear.
Munley went to the shelf and touched a few things at random and said something I couldn’t understand.
Then he came to me and said, “Mother, dead. I’m sorry.
06
I don’t know what he thinks of life and death.
As if I didn’t understand a moment of smile on his face when he opened something.
“I am, they will not bite you. I’m sorry.
“But on my fourth trip up the mountain, those snakes were going to come near us…” If I thought, “You were with us then?” So snakes don’t bite us.
Monroe grunted, but he didn’t.
Anyway, I found as dry a room as I could and changed.
Whether he is the king or the king of mosquitoes, he drags him to change clothes, drys his black hair with a towel, and heats up two iron-coated rice boxes with hot water.
In boiling water, there was enough time to steam, and as soon as the lunch box was opened, the scent came out.
Boo!
There’s a lot of noise in one of the jars.
I turned my head and saw Monty staring at those meatballs.
“Skinny, eat more! I burned a pot of hot water and drank it before I catch a cold. I put chopsticks in his hand.
He was silent when he ate, so I was the only one talking.
The main part of my speech is that I recite the “Sentor” of the Zilong.
Listen to me. That look is like a spell.
“It’s good to come to school, and you can’t even write your name without taking money. I can’t get your numbers. Come to school, I’ll give you lunch…
It was about me that my head was in pain, and it became unbearable for him to say, “I will not go down.” I’m sorry.
But it’s not “I don’t learn.”
I immediately sensed the relaxation.
“You don’t want to go down with everyone, do you? I thought of the adolescent boy, who had a thin face, with a special sense of self-esteem and understanding, and I said, “Well, I’ll give you a week’s time to catch up with you, and then we’ll go together, okay? I’m sorry.
“Well, you don’t have a problem, it’s a pleasure to decide.” I’m sorry.
“That’s right. Is this your meal? I bought them for a week. I’m sorry.
The poor in the village are good for the teachers we teach. They feed us eggs every day.
Munley ate the iron-skin box clean, whispered his head down and said, “Sweet.” I’m sorry.
“But I didn’t put any sugar! I’m sorry.
“So sweet. He raised his eyes and looked at me.
07
I went up to the mountains every week to teach Monroe.
Many villagers came to talk to me.
“It’s not a good mountain, it’s a bad one! If you stay long, you won’t have a major disease.”
And whenever you talk about the people who live in the mountains, their voice will be even lower: “Speaker Chen, the man is very poisonous and his mother may have been killed by him, so beware of him.” I’m sorry.
When they say these words, the light of sincerity and concern often shines in their eyes, but I find it difficult to say it.
This is a reminder because they truly believe in the evils of the world, which is not explained by the science that works.
There are many disasters in the world, created by great goodness and ignorance.
At first, I tried hard to convince them, and then I set myself free.
Didn’t you say you’d get sick up the hill?
I go up three times a week, have three bowls of rice, and I’m bigger than a cow!
Didn’t you say uphill would be defrauded?
I’ve set up a radio station in the castle, I’ve got time to make a Kopp.
And not only that, but I brought back Montrey’s big-word piece of paper, and it was said, “Don’t keep denigrating people, look at it!” What an exciting new age for young people! I’m sorry.
The villagers have yet to say anything, and Mr. Wang says, “Do you respect local customs, Mr. Chen? Besides, what kind of man is he? What do these words mean? I’m sorry.
08
I’ve never noticed Mr. Wang before.
All I know is that he’s from the city, that he’s come to the Long Ridge Village, like a “decentralized” to him. In the course of his days, he barely spoke to the villagers and never paid any attention to the children, as if he was afraid that dust would rub his horns.
But I didn’t usually mess with him. It’s always been safe.
But I soon heard the reason.
Of the three trainee teachers who came to the country, there was only one “good teacher” place.
If such an honour were to be demonstrated, it would be useful to find a job after graduation, and it might be possible to obtain a recommendation from the school.
09
I didn’t care about the number.
I’m going to argue with Master Wang.
10
“Are you angry? At the small table, Mong Lil, who is writing big words, raised his head, and his Chinese is now bouncing out without a word, “Why?” I’m sorry.
I’ve been coming to him for a few months.
I find that Monsignor is not foolish. On the contrary, he is fast and sensitive to figures.
The trouble is that he has little or no understanding of the ancient verse, and that many of the words can only be painted with obscurity.
Not only that, because he has no language environment and, more precisely, no one talks to him at all, he has learned very well.
“I just thought about something. I’m sorry.
“Who is it? I’m sorry.
And said, “I can help you with it. * He looked to the obscurant, his eyes were dark. *
I was too busy changing the subject and working on his words, “It’s a little bit of a thing. What about you?” Is there anything unhappy in life? You can tell Mr. Chan. I’m sorry.
“Mr. Chen is happy. I’m sorry.
What a wonderful child!
“Don’t be unhappy. I’m sorry.
He thought, turning back to a little black altar, and I was so stiff, “No, it’s not a bug.”
He slowly opened it, put his hand in the jar and took out a silver necklace, shaped like a drop of water.
Like rain beads, like tears.
I took the opportunity to take a look at the altar, which was dark, but where I could see the limbs of some worms.
“To you. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
I’d like to say it, but Monsignor didn’t listen and put it on.
I couldn’t beat him, but I had to wait for him to tie his necklace behind me.
His finger touched my back, it tickled me and made me want to laugh.
“Monley, I have something to ask you. I’m sorry.
I think the time is ripe for some teacher-student talk — some problems that cannot be avoided.
“Monley”?
I don’t know what he’s distracted about.
“Hmm. He finally got his necklace.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you what happened to your family. I’m sorry.
Hold on.
For a long time, his voice was ringing in his ears, and the voice that had just changed was a bit dumb, as if the snake had crawled:
“Did you hear something about me? I’m sorry.
Somehow, some kind of cold creeps up my back.
“Do you trust me, or do you trust them? I’m sorry.
“Whoever it is, I’m not going to believe nothing. “And We turned away from his eyes, and were ambiguous.
“Well, I’m not telling you. “Munley turned his face, and he was always thin, and his drums looked unexpectedly like a meat bun.
That chill just disappeared.
For a moment, I’d love to tell him I believe you, as long as you say so. These days, I don’t think he’s a bad boy. He’s just a little lonely.
I’ve been wondering since I got down the hill. After two days, Mr. Wang suddenly “contempted” and threw up and down for two days, he lost weight and spent half a month rest.
In the meantime, I bought two good bottles of wine in town and found a free time to get the village chief drunk.
I can’t help but wonder what’s going on with the Montreux family.
The fat village chief beats the burps with a smile the second before, and then round and around the next second, and then beats me to a silent gesture.
“You! Why do you keep asking? The Chief of the Fat Village was suffocating, thinking for a long time, “Mr. Chen, I don’t think you’re an outsider anymore… I’ll tell you something. Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
Sixteen years ago, Dragon Ridge was in the country.
Unlike our teachers, some of them are blond, human, and call themselves botanist from abroad.
The foreigner was a rare sight at that time, and all the men, women and children in the castle were like monkeys, three circles and three circles.
There was a man with blue and grey eyes, wearing a funny hat, with a red face, and he kept a little book tight.
The group was assigned to a number of residential homes with better accommodation.
“The Monsignor was a witch doctor in the barn, and he lived in it. His mother was a good doctor and many people in the house had been rescued by her. But… hey, no one thought she had a belly! I’m sorry.
“I wasn’t the village chief at the time, but I heard she wouldn’t tell me who the father was. There’s a big taboo in our castle that we can’t marry outsiders, and they’ll be punished and cursed. She refused to say it was the angry man who killed the man. I’m sorry.
I’m holding a glass.
“But those people were really nothing, and they saw everybody running away at night with a sickle and a hammer! Mother Monroe’s belly is growing up, and the people in the house are scared.”
Then what happened? I’m sorry.
“The village chief had no choice but to move the Montreux family outside the house. I’m sorry.
When I came here, I knew that there was traffic here, that there was no road, that this place was for decades. It’s no different from letting her die.
It is not clear what it would be like to look at those who have been treated and send themselves to death in anger.
But she’s not dead.
She treated the villagers with herbal herbal herbs collected, herbs extracted and an infinity low breath in exchange for the right to go down the mountain in exchange for food.
Nevertheless, her children were as big as a sick cat and opened their ominous eyes while dying.
“You can imagine what people do to such a child. I’m sorry.
I’m going to keep asking, but the Chief of Fatty won’t say anything.
And when he smiled, his face squeezed together: “Mr. Chen, your heart is clean and your soul will be buried here.” I’m sorry.
12
I went up the hill all night.
On the way up to the mountain, many words are constantly re-emerging in my mind. The village chief told me in the end only implicitly that his mother had died when he was 12 years old, and that few people in the shed knew what had happened, but only that they had finally been buried according to custom.
As for punches and kicks, insults and chronic hunger, it was an ordinary matter for his life.
Maybe I’ve never been here late at night, and Munley was surprised to see me.
“Mr. Chan, you, why are you here? “You’ve never spent the night in my house.” I’ll find you the softest pillow. I’m sorry.
“Monley, I think there’s something going on here… and so on! “What are you hiding? I’m sorry.
Unwittingly, he used his teacher’s authority.
He’s still holding back and shaking his head. I went to him without saying anything, and I twisted his hand, and he tumbled, and I dragged his cuffs, and I flipped over, and then I took a breath of air!
There were several wounds, some of them old and some of them new, on Monsignor’s little arm. Not only that, but I smelled the blood of my nose, and I stopped in front of that many black jars, and the infested worms went crazy and bit each other.
He feeds these worms with human blood!
What the hell is he doing?
I couldn’t help but get sick of the scene and look back at the faceless, very strange Monty.
He said: “Sir. Chen, you brought him here yourself. I’m sorry.
Lights out, black out.
When I wake up again, I feel sore. The bed beneath it was soft, and once it moved, it sensed a strange sense of restraint on the ankle.
And I rose up with strength, and I laughed, and one of them was tied to my ankle, and the other to a strange, gray little altar.
“Mon, Leah,” I cut my teeth off, “What the hell? I’m sorry.
And Munryganbaba said, “The jar, the vermin, you run, bite…” And the blue eyes blinked with tension.
I don’t know how long this kid’s brain goes.
This is a psychological distortion from a growing environment, and as a teacher of the people, I will save him from the brink of crime!
Seeing me staring at him, Monty, don’t open his eyes.
“You can lock me up, but you have to promise me one condition. I’m sorry.
We must be wise to treat such students.
“What? I’m sorry.
“You listen to me, I say what you do. Otherwise, I’d rather bite me than stay with you. I’m sorry.
Monique didn’t hesitate to nod his head.
On the first day, I asked him to back his speech, to write a two-language volume, and to make a writing;
The next day, I wrote his English words and sent him back from “A” to “F” in the English dictionary.
On the third day, I decided to make up for his scientific knowledge.
For one time, Munley was too busy to handle the bugs because of my extra hours of school and work.
It seems that two weeks have passed since Monsignor responded, not as if he was holding me captive, but as his summer training.
“Don’t come again, my head hurts.” I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
13
In order not to keep Monty from raising worms with his own blood, We took away all the sharp things from his family.
Not only that, when I went up the mountain again, I brought a medicine box and tied his arms like mummies.
“It’s not easy to do things. “Munley’s got a fluent voice now, but his ears seem to be in trouble again, and it’s always red. I’m sorry.
“I said how you’ve been thin, you’ve been eating so bad, you’ve hurt yourself! “You know how expensive the eggs are?” I’ll feed you every day.
Ugh.
There are poor people in the barn, and there are few fields. My family is in town, it’s a small class, and my mother sends me good food every month because she cares. It took a day to get the package.
Before I went up to the mountain today, I put the delicious, delicious stuff in my bag and carried it up.
And what came to mind was that I carefully pulled out of my bag a bottle of glass containing brown and black liquids, and I laughed, and I said, “Guess what this is?” I’m sorry.
And the eyelashes of Mon-Leah were long, and when We were waiting for him to answer, We counted them quietly, and when he looked down, he seemed to have a heavy heart. He thought, “Is it poison?” I’m sorry.
“Do you dare to drink?”
He took a look at me, took the bottle straight and drank with a heroic look.
“Imbecile! Coke! I couldn’t help but laugh, “This thing is called soda, it’s sweet silk. I’m sorry.
One bottle was filled with three or two in Montréal, and it was very fresh in its hands.
I see him like this, and it’s kind of bad in my heart. The kid hasn’t even had a soda.
I went on to take out in my bag new and delicious things like cookies, candy, orange cans and milk rolls, and I thought he was probably looking at him as an invincible little fairy. I told him how much I ate everything, and he said, “What then do you do?” I’m sorry.
“I’m staying at Grandma’s house with them. I’m sorry.
That being said, every time I took a few bites, I was forced to take too many rations. It’s the first time I’ve experienced hunger, sometimes falling asleep and burning in my stomach.
Moreover, Munli is a young man who is growing up and who has no idea how to handle it.
I was thinking, my stomach was groaning.
“…”
14
The insects boiled and there was a noise in the slinging floor.
After I repeatedly said, “I’m starving to death and I’m not eating insects, even if there’s more protein in it.”
“You’ve worked so hard to feed the bugs, you’re going to roast them if you don’t agree! “I am here today, the bugs must not be poisoned! I’m sorry.
And (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him) saw me go mad and turn to the forest: “I will find some food, and wait for me here. I’m sorry.
I found two baskets of dried mushrooms. “Isn’t this food? I decided to cook a pot of mushroom soup.
Dry mushroom hairs, a hot pot of water, sliced mushrooms into the pot. Just a little salt, and the smell of the fresh tongue. I took a deep breath, and it took me a while to return, and he was carrying a rabbit on his left hand and a basket of wild fruit on his right hand.
His hands fell, he dealt with rabbits in three or five places, cut a piece of meat with a knife and roasted on fire. And with a twig cut through the legs of two rabbits, and a layer of honey on the surface, I saw the mouth of water, and as soon as it was baked, it came into my hand: “Be careful.” I’m sorry.
I don’t care much, a big bite on that rabbit’s leg, and the rabbit’s tweaked and a little bit of charred on the face. It tastes good.
“Come and taste my skills. “I saw him just looking at me and having a bowl of mushroom soup for him.
And he said, “You like it, and I’ll go and catch you rabbits later.” I’ll catch snakes. “It’s a good cover, but I hear a little bit of satisfaction in his tone.
“Where did you pick these mushrooms?” I’m sorry.
“It’s in that basket…” and I’m kind of stuck, “You’re not going to pick up the poison mushrooms, are you? Spit it out!”
“No, it’s not…” I’m sorry.
“That’s good. I’m relieved.
“But it can be hallucinating. I’m sorry.
15
It’s been a little cold in my mind.
He’s the one who’s got the ghost who’s following us up the hill, the one who’s feeding the insects in silence with a wound.
I never thought he’d have that side.
“You’re going to hug him.” “Munley sat on his chin and looked at me with his eyes.
“You… you know who I am? I’m sorry.
Monty nod his head.
It must be said that since he drank mushroom soup, he behaved like a six-year-old.
“Ahem. Do you remember how old you were? I’m sorry.
Munley raised two claws, counting down his head, “One, two, three seven, eight, nine, ten…”
I can’t help but drink a few soups, or I can’t be a fool!
“You’re 16 years old, you’re not a kid anymore. You can’t just hug. I’m sorry.
Mong Lil listened to this, and he kept his head down in the corner and cried.
“All right, all right! I’m so impressed. “I went over there and told him to hold one of my arms, and Munley put his face on his arm, and his tears were still dry and he laughed.
And I held him in my vanity, and he was dissatisfied.
Like a dog that just keeps shaking his tail.
“It’s good to be so passionate about learning. You’ve got a poor base, much more to work. I’m telling you, Mr. Chen has been studying college for over a decade…
He didn’t listen to my “education” at all, he put it on me, he was lazy and he had a debt.
In a few minutes, he was so tired, his eyelids struggled and closed. I looked to him to wake up and get back to normal, and I didn’t bother him, and I took a book in English to read and prepare.
It was so hot that it had a few clear winds.
I wanted to close my eyes and rest for a while, and suddenly the man in his arms struggled unprovoked, and he was sweating cold and his face twisted: “Mommy, Mammy, Mammy! I’m sorry.
“Mommy…”
“It hurts why…”
The whole people of Montréal were condensed and shivering like they were in extreme pain. I’m afraid he’ll be in a nightmare and shake his shoulder. Mong Lil was breathing, and his eyes were not focused, and even his lips were white.
“What happened? What happened? Don’t worry, tell Teacher Chan. “I immediately made my moves to graduate from kindergarten.”
“Mommy…Mom, love him very much. The concubines were turned back. One day, she walked into the mountains alone, outsiders, curses, not falling in love. I’m sorry.
“Mom told me that love doesn’t mean anything, that a person who doesn’t love you is the most helpless thing. He smiled so badly, “Just like Mom doesn’t love me or leave me like that.” I’m sorry.
The conspirator, who is the most toxic of all, needs to refine two insects, one female and one male.
The female lies in the person he loves, while the female is implanted in the male.
The female eats his heart as soon as he thinks of the man he loves. Only when he encounters the male will the endless pain cease. Rumor has it that when there is love, two people can live together for life and never be separated.
Sorcery, which was supposed to be a secret trick for women and not for men, was always followed by the mother in secret, but thus witnessed her incendiary scene, in which he wished to defeat the insects in the mother’s house by fighting them.
He thought he had succeeded in killing the male implanted by his mother.
But a man’s heart died and nothing could be saved.
I hold him tight.
“Abbe is terrible. I’m sorry.
16
The summer passed, and soon next semester.
Last semester the children almost forgot him because Mr. Wang was always absent for no reason. The first few days of school were the busiest, and I followed the village chief from house to house, examined the work and divided the classes.
Because of their different ages, some older children learn quickly and are unable to keep up with their younger age, they are divided into large and small classes. The villagers today are very enthusiastic about this school, and they send them as soon as they have children.
I’ve been so busy for weeks, I haven’t had time to go up the mountain.
Occasionally, there is a dark look at me, but then there is nothing.
I wonder if it might be Monsignor.
That mushroom soup made him hallucinate for hours, so it’s okay to remember that no mushrooms that I don’t know are allowed to eat. Especially at the Monsignor’s house, anything is possible.
Three more months, I’m leaving the village of Dragon Ridge, but the blue and gray eyes are always in my mind at midnight.
I heard that sound in the first place because of the delay in sleeping.
It’s a very small sound, which, as a matter of common sense, can’t be heard. But because it’s night, it’s so quiet in the barn, it’s like some sort of tide, it’s weak and irresistible.
I opened the window, and in the light of the moon, I saw thousands of insects that were spinning, flying and dancing and almost swallowed up the whole fortress.
What’s going on? I even put on my coat and called Grandma, “Get up! Get up! A lot of the villagers in the camp were awakened, and the bugs were everywhere.
Close the doors and windows! Don’t come out and watch the fun! Close the doors and windows…”
I looked back and thought of something, and I saw a man standing on a far hill.
Look at the shape of the shadow, he seems to be growing up again.
Is that what you’ve been planning, Monty?
17
Flying bugs eat everything that’s exposed.
Crops, livestock, humans.
There was a cry torn heart and heart in a small building. I found that it was just me, and the bugs didn’t come up and bite — even bypassed me.
In the meantime, I don’t know what to do.
It’s obvious that Monsignor wasn’t in the mood. Since he was a child, he has been hated by the village, and some of the villagers have behaved in an abhorrent manner, and have heard that there were children of his age who deliberately dumped him in the water, and when he struggled to float, beat him with a stick; even worse, they even made jokes about him and his mother and distorted the facts.
More villagers, who did not act directly, were silent and watched.
“I’m not alive how am I supposed to live?”
Howling sound again. When I bit my teeth, I turned my head in the direction of the mountain.
I don’t know what the people who were in a state of panic crashed, a “blast” and a fire.
The fire attracted some worms and burned some worms.
Bugs are afraid of fire.
People began to make simple torches and to burn the insects.
“I’ll die here sooner or later! “I shouldn’t have come here. Read your ass!
I didn’t hear, but I cut my ankles out of thin thorns.
No matter how strong the hatred may be, it should not be a justification for revenge against the world.
If you are ignorant, you bring science;
If darkness brings light;
Hate brings love.
And Munli was born here, and he was unbreakable.
A teacher, a preacher. I can teach you.
I just wanted to tell him there’s a second way to go, except for the bottom.
The heavens and the earth are vast.
When he found Mong Lil, he looked so down. It was like the end of life, and he saw me, and he had a shallow smile: “I was just wondering if you would come.”
“You’re looking at me with that look now, are you pity me? His voice is frozen.
“No, no. “Why do you think I feel sorry for you?” You think you’re the worst person in the world? You can hurt people because they hurt you, can’t you?”
“Oh, because you haven’t read a few books, you think you’re the saddest, no one cares. I’ll tell you what — “I’ll crush a pedal with my toes and crush those runaway insects, “You know, according to nutrition monitoring data of recent years, the rate of low birth weight in rural areas is 12.6 per cent, and 11.6 per cent of infants aged 0-3 months are stunted. Even mild and moderate malnutrition can lead to higher mortality rates, and do you know what the mortality rate from undernutrition is in urban and rural areas? I’m sorry.
Munley stood up, and from time to time, he was taller than I was, and he could look down on me.
“So what? I’m sorry.
“You are one of them. You survived, Monty, and many children didn’t have a chance. I’m sorry.
He looked at me dead: “I am only one of your students, Mr. Chen.”
“Yes. You are my student, and there are many children in this house who are young and don’t even know you, and who are my students. As a teacher, you can’t ignore the students. I’m sorry.
I put on my necklace, smashed all the worms on the shelf, and I started to say: “When you can’t get out, don’t stay in personal hatred. You were wrong. Love wasn’t scary. Love is more powerful than Democrats. I’m sorry.
After destroying the worm’s base, I was determined to go underground.
That is all.
In the end, it is not up to the teacher to choose what path to follow and what to be.
Teachers are nothing more than a lamp that appears in their lives, and one forgets when one looks at it, and others wear it and walk far away.
18
After climbing down the mountain, it was discovered that the insects were much less, but many people lit the fire, causing a constant fire of large and small size.
I rushed to the village chief and told him of some basic fire escapes and told the villagers through their horns that they had not been bitten by the bugs, but had been burned first.
Cover your mouth and your nose with a wet cloth, and get down and leave the house.
‘Do not look around, lest the fire expand before it can escape.’
He then went to the home of several students. There was a young girl as young as five or six years old, who had to be told what kind of charlatan she was going to learn and married early. However, little girls are afraid of bugs and are often scared to cry, but in my class, they bite a pencil that can’t be cut short, and they go to school and write in practice books that have been scrapped back and forth.
On her way, the little girl was wrapped in a blanket, bored and hot, but without crying with a good heart.
“Mr. Chen, the bug is so good that we can still get it, the little doll’s skin is so soft, how can we get it?”
And We removed the necklace from the neck and put it on the chest of the girl in a hurry, saying, “No more wrapping! I’m not afraid to wear this. You’re in a good position, and you’re not in the wind. I’ll call all the students in the neighborhood here. I’m sorry.
Walking out of the slinging building without a necklace, the bugs are really crazy and they bite up, and the sharp, sour swollen pain immediately makes my feet soft. I bit the back of my teeth and went door to door and took those students in long-sleeved pants, or took them with their blankets to a necklace.
The students were counted and were busy putting out the fire. One night the axle turned round, and the worm biting, while not dying, caused a strong pain and later began to blacken the position.
And the morning light shall be dwindled from afar, and the earth shall be spilled among the wicked.
“What are you doing here? It’s your fault!”
“Didn’t you hurt us enough? I’m sorry.
Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!
In the smoke, I saw Monty.
His eyes were wide open, and his blue and gray eyes looked at me. As soon as he appeared, the worms stopped dancing and gathered all around him.
And he said: Mr. Chen! We did not stop for them. I will never love the world you love. I’m sorry.
He said: I am for you. I’m sorry.
19
After dawn, Munir simply treated the villagers with the medical technique he inherited from his mother.
A number of villagers had tried to beat him to death, but had come to him and were afraid to do so as if they were scared. Finally, the Chief of the Fat Village came out to preside over the situation, and he apologized on behalf of the Guangya, and invited him to move back.
Munley didn’t say yes or no.
The Chief said that he would bear the loss. This is what Monsignor promised.
The rest of the time is running away.
I don’t go to the mountains anymore, and sometimes I go to classes and I see Monsignor in the last row.
And more than before, he bled up.
On one occasion, he saw the necklace on the little girl and smiled a little helplessly.
“Mr. Chan. I’m sorry.
The day we left the village, the whole village came out to give us a ride. And there was Mon affairs, and he pulled me in front of my eyes and whispered: “I want to go to your university, Mr. Chen. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, you’re welcome. But we have a lot of universities, and there may be disciplines of interest to you, like biology? Insect science? I can’t help but laugh at it, “I’ll be happy to study a subject.” I’m sorry.
“I’ll see you again. I’m sorry.
“What? You tricked me?” I rang.
“On the contrary. He looked at me, “Wait for me, I’ll grow up a little.” I’m sorry.
20
I’ve been thinking about it for a long time since I left Dragon Ridge Village.
Is there any such thing?
In the end, I think, decorating is the power that people believe, like a curse. They are nothing but human demons.
21
I’ve been in communication with Monroe.
In his letter, he will from time to time inform me of his living conditions.
For the first time, for example, I left the castle and went to town for exams.
For example, the first time I saw the sea was better than the mountains.
For example, many times when you see a necklace, you think of me.
Later, Monroeco went to a university in my city. He was the first university student in the village and was said to have been happy and singing.
I kept my promise and took him to my school. But he didn’t look at the school very much.
I played his head.
“Students have to learn, okay? I’m sorry.
“You’re not my teacher now. He has learned to find a hole in my words.
I also went to his university, where he actually learned the insect system and allegedly had a good relationship with the professor.
Sometimes he tells me about the change of the castle. Since the beginning of the century, the green-skin train has changed so much in the barn that it is now a beautiful tourist area. Villagers live mainly in tourism, and many ignorant and backward customs have disappeared.
Together, he funded a school and hired me to head it back. I thought about it for a few days and promised to come.
After Munley graduated, he went back to the barn. He said that he had seen the heavens and the earth outside and still wanted to return, and that the city was not his home.
“The city is also like a vessel in which it continues to practice all sorts of strange tricks. Too tired. I can’t help but feel sorry for the fact that I’ve been working for years.
– It’s not just him.
The girl who used to panic and get nervous at the podium had also become an experienced and good teacher.
My heart has never changed, and it is sufficient for me to find a quiet place to teach.
A major event occurred in the middle of the journey. In order to break the tradition of marriage to the outside world, Monsignor passed the so-called “forest test”.
It is necessary to spend two days and one night alone in the no-man’s-land in the mountains.
I think that’s ridiculous. Marriage is an adult’s free choice. But Monroe was so happy, so he went.
And I was comforted by the fact that we were doing this in the field and in the field.
But I’m still a little worried that when I’m doing this, I can’t help it.
The result was a week and a call was made to his professor and to the window. “Mr. Chan, if you’d asked me to marry you, it’d be nice to send you a SCI! I’m sorry.
“…”
Worried for nothing.
I decided to throw him and his observation box out tonight.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
