A Lucky Coin

Today is the last day of kindergarten on the first day of the junior high school. My mother said that she will not go to kindergarten anymore and will go to elementary school.

I didn't have much idea about elementary school when I was a junior, I just felt a little scared.

Every time he robbed him, it was the pupils in the next building.

For the first grade, elementary school students are bullies.

They are both taller and stronger than themselves, and they have the superiority of being a primary school student. When they see him, they will look at him with disdain, "Kindergarten."

Although I was an elementary school student immediately, I didn't feel that I could gain the energy of elementary school students in the first year, nor did I feel that I could compete with the elementary school students next door.

"On the first day of the junior high school, is it your grandma or your mother to pick you up today?" Teacher Xiaoguo walked to the side and asked.

"No, no, I don't know." The first day of the month replied quietly.

He has been squatting in front of the kindergarten for a long time. Almost all the children in their apple class have already gone, only he and the other two children who have parents who are going to come later.

"Stutter!" A child named Xiaoyi ran out and shouted at him, then turned and ran back to the classroom.

"You are not allowed to say this to children!" Teacher Xiaoguo went in and stopped Xiaoyi. "Have the teacher said that this is not allowed? Very rude!"

"He just stutters! I'm not wrong!" Xiaoyi was not convinced.

Teacher Xiaoguo was still educating Xiaoyi. He didn't listen to what they said on the first day of the junior high. He took a small leaf and swept his head down on the ground.

A little ant crawled past him. He stretched out the leaves, and the little ant climbed onto the leaves. He stood up and walked carefully to the side of the flowerbed and put the leaves on the soil.

He didn't have time to see if the little ant succeeded in getting down, because the kid who just told him to stutter suddenly ran behind him and pushed him against his back. He didn't stand still and threw himself into the flower garden.

"Mom!" After Xiaoyi pushed, he continued running forward and shouted.

"Hey, how can I play with children like this," Xiaoyi's mother said, "You can't push the children casually... Come, say goodbye to Teacher Xiaoguo."

"Goodbye, Teacher Xiaoguo." Teacher Xiaoguo who Xiaoyi rushed out waved his hand and followed his mother.

Teacher Xiaoguo only saw him when he was struggling to withdraw from the flower garden on the first day of junior high.

"Why did you get there?" Teacher Xiaoguo sighed, squatted down and patted his pants, "Look at this soil, your grandma will pick you up in a moment, and you will have to scold again."

On the first day of the junior high school, looking down at his muddy pants, he was a little scared.

After Teacher Xiaoguo walked away, he quietly walked to the side of the pool, unscrewed the faucet, reached out and took the water and wiped it on his knee.

The yellow mud is hard to wash off. When grandma finally came to pick him up in the kindergarten, the wet yellow mud on his trouser legs had already seeped out.

"Are you having a bad brain!" Grandma got angry when she saw it. She came over and slapped him on the head, "I don't know if I pat it off and wash it!"

"Grandma in the first grade!" Teacher Xiaoguo ran over, "How can I beat a child like this!"

"Then I will hit you!" Grandma glared at Teacher Xiaoguo, "My child will get mud all over you when I put you here! No one cares if the washing gets wet!"

"I thought he was washing his hands. When he came over, he had already washed his pants," said Teacher Xiaoguo, "I took a towel and wiped it for a long time..."

She was very scared on the first day of the first year. Grandma was particularly scared when she was angry. Grandma had already taken off her clothes in the kindergarten. She only put it on when the police came. Now seeing her staring at Teacher Xiaoguo, she is very worried on the first day of the year. She will take off her coat again.

He grabbed his grandma's hand and dragged him to the door of the kindergarten.

"What are you doing!" Grandma waved her hand, "Are you short-sighted!"

On the first day of the new year, he staggered and sat on the ground.

"This kid graduated from kindergarten today!" Teacher Xiaotang ran over from another classroom, "Grandma in the first grade, can you let this kid keep some good memories!"

Teacher Xiaoguo came over and picked him up from the ground.

The surroundings became very quiet. On the first day of the new year, I could see Teacher Xiaotang and grandma arguing, and Teacher Xiaoguo talking to him with red eyes.

But he couldn't hear clearly.

His mind is all the way the children are performing today, singing and dancing, and he claps his hands next to him.

He doesn't want to hear clearly, it's good if he can't hear anything, and he won't be afraid.

But when his grandmother walked home with his collar, he couldn't think of anything else, because every time grandma scolded, he would wave his arm around the collar, and he was staggered all the way. Yes, I have to hold his schoolbag.

If only he could grow taller, grandma couldn't walk with his collar.

When I got home, my mother was cooking in the kitchen. Hearing the sound of them entering the door, she immediately shouted, "Why is it so long!"

"Do you think it's too long?" Grandma said, "If you forget a little longer, he won't be able to come back tomorrow!"

On the first day of the new year, I lowered my head and squeezed into the kitchen from the side of my grandmother's legs, and looked into the vegetable sink. The vegetables hadn't been washed yet, so I stood on tiptoe and started to wash the vegetables.

"I don't know how to pull up my sleeves!" Grandma came over and slapped him, "Wash it! Wash it! The brain is washed away!"

On the first day of the new year, he quickly squatted and hugged his head.

Grandma hits wherever he goes.

It hurts, but the first day of junior high school feels that this is much more comfortable than my grandma quarreling with the teacher in the kindergarten.

Grandma hit him a few times and got out of breath, then went back to the living room to watch TV, and continued on tiptoe to wash vegetables on the first day of the new year.

Washing vegetables is fun, you can play with water.

He especially likes to watch the thin water from the tap dripping on the vegetable leaves, the water splashing up, and the water splashing when it drips on his arm.

"After you get rich and buy a swimming pool by yourself, don't waste our poor people's water here," my mother said next to him. "How unlucky you are. You were blind when you reborn and didn't vote for a good one."

I didn't dare to speak in the first year of the new year, nor did I dare to look at my mother, staring at the leaves and continuing to wash.

Get rich.

To be rich is to have a lot of money.

One hundred yuan?

Or 100 million yuan?

...He seems to be confused between over 100 or over 100 million.

But it’s okay, there is a lot of money, but the money can’t be spent, you can buy a lot of delicious...what to eat?

On the first day of the first year, I was thinking about washing the leaves. I thought for a long time, and I didn’t know what I wanted to eat. Anyway, as long as it was not made at home, it was fine.

The dishes made by my mother and grandma are not tasty.

If you have a lot of money, can you go to another home? There is someone in the family who specializes in making a lot of delicious food.

He can do whatever he wants to eat. Although he doesn't know what he wants to eat now, he should know when he has money in the future.

You can also travel after getting rich.

Where to travel?

At the beginning, I lifted a handful of the washed vegetables to let the water flow out of the leaves. They should have been placed in the vegetable basket, but the vegetable basket was crushed when my grandma was angry and could only be held.

Water ran down his arms and into his clothes.

It's a bit cold.

After eating, I left home on the first day of the new year.

After graduating from kindergarten, he does not need to do homework, copy new words, do arithmetic problems, and he will not be scolded for not being able to write.

It’s great to graduate.

On the first day of the new year, I happily jumped down three steps and ran out of the corridor.

As soon as he went out, he ran into an uncle upstairs, and he hurriedly lowered his head to the wall.

"Yo, the first day of the new year," the uncle took a look at him and took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket. "Eat it?"

At first glance, I could tell that this was a piece of chocolate, because he liked to eat chocolate, my aunt bought it for him, it was delicious, but unfortunately I didn't have to eat it if I didn't see my aunt.

He is very happy when he thinks that he likes to eat chocolate. If he is rich, he can buy a lot of chocolate to eat.

"Want to eat it?" The uncle handed the chocolate to him.

On the first day of the new year, he shrank a little into the corner. He didn't like this uncle.

There are many neighbors in the building that he doesn't like. They like to laugh at him and stutter.

"You say something, I will give you this piece." Uncle said.

On the first day of the new year, he shook his head and closed his mouth tightly.

"Don't want to eat it?" Uncle asked with a smile, "Your family doesn't usually buy you snacks, right?"

There was no sound on the first day of the new year, and he lowered his eyes and looked at his shoes.

There is a hole in the toe, so you can see the socks.

This hole was not so big. Today, he squatted in the kindergarten when he was waiting for someone from home to pick him up. Then he made the hole bigger and scared him to cover it with his hands for a long time.

"Don't tease him," the neighbor aunt walked in at this moment, "this kid is about to make his grandma stupid, and he is still teasing."

Looking at their feet and seeing them walking into the corridor, they immediately turned around and ran out quickly against the root of the wall. Halfway through the run, I didn’t know who kicked a bag of trash that was thrown at the root of the wall. He was almost scared. Wrestle.

He ran to the river before he stopped.

The street lights by the river were a little on and some were dark. He walked along the road for a while, found a stone bench next to which the street light was black, and sat on it.

No one can see him, and he feels safe now.

Grandma didn't like him running around very much, saying that she would run into traffickers and would take him away and sell him.

I have been looking forward to it on the first day of the new year.

Expect a human trafficker to appear, he will definitely not run, let the trafficker catch him, and then sell it to other places, he can travel.

However, my grandfather said that the traffickers would first dig out the eyeballs to prevent the children from seeing the road running off.

When I thought of this, I hesitated again. I raised my hand and touched my eyes. If I couldn't see it, the trip would be meaningless.

But he didn't particularly believe this. He shook his feet. The traffickers wanted to catch the children and sell them. Who wanted to buy blind children.

Grandpa must have scared him.

Two people in the distance came over, suddenly a little nervous on the first day of the day, stopped shaking their feet, turned their heads and stared at the figure over there.

Is it a trafficker?

Two?

Will you take yourself away?

It wasn't until the two people approached them laughing and making noise that they could not see clearly that they were two students in high school uniforms.

High school.

It is a very high school.

It is much higher than elementary school and much higher than kindergarten.

On the first day of the new year, he jumped off the stone bench, turned and ran to the wall behind him, and stood behind a tree. This kind of position with the wall behind him and the big tree trunk in front of him made him feel at ease.

He clung to the tree trunk and looked at the two high school students with only one eye.

They seemed to be happy and they were laughing all the time.

The first year of junior high school envied them.

In the first year of the junior high school, they are adults. Although they are not as old as real adults, they seem to be very free and comfortable.

He knew that after elementary school is junior high school, then high school.

He also knows that there are six grades in elementary school, six years in middle school, three years in junior high school, and six plus three equals nine, which is nine years.

But he doesn't know how long nine years is. He only knows how long one day is. There are many, many, many days in nine years.

It seems very long, like a lifetime.

I don't know if I have a chance to become a high school student.

Two high school students walked in front of him, and he quickly hid the exposed eye behind the tree.

Then I saw a hole in the trunk.

Black.

He was startled, took a step back and leaned against the wall.

Grandma told him that there were hands in all the holes and could grab him away, and then grandpa said that he would be pierced out of his eyes.

Every time they were scared on the first day of the new year, they would laugh out loud.

On the first day of junior high school, what they said should not be true, they just wanted to laugh.

Just like those neighbors laugh when they see grandma angry.

On the first day of the new year, he carefully stretched out his hand and touched the edge of the tree hole, and felt some rough bark.

He waited for a while, but didn't see his hand reaching out from the hole, so he plucked up his courage and stuck his little finger into the hole.

He felt that the little finger was the most useless. If he was caught accidentally, he could still write and do things.

It was quiet in the tree hole, and the little finger was not taken away.

He hooked his little finger again, but still was not caught.

"Hello?" He approached the tree hole and whispered, "Hello."

There was no sound in the tree hole, but suddenly there was wind blowing, the leaves above my head rustled, and the fallen leaves under my feet ran forward with the wind.

I was very nervous on the first day of the new year, but insisted on not taking my little finger back.

This may be the tree hole talking to him.

"I heard, I heard," the first day of the junior high school whispered, "you follow, follow, follow..."

Halfway through, he stopped, lowered his head a little frustrated, and said in a lower voice: "I'm stammering, they're all, none of them, I'll play."

Another gust of wind blew, and on the first day of the new year, I felt something lightly touched on my shoulder.

He was so scared that he didn't dare to move. After a long time, he slowly turned his head and glanced over his shoulder. It was a leaf.

This surprised him very much. He took the leaf and looked at it. Half of the leaf is green, very beautiful.

"This is for me, is it for me?" He leaned over to the entrance of the cave and said, "Thank you."

Because of the gift, he felt that the tree hole was not terrible anymore on the first day of the junior high school. He blinked to see what was inside, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.

"Hello?" He clasped his face on the tree hole, "My name is Chu, the first day of the new year, the first day of the first...

Shudong didn't talk to him, but he thought that Shudong could understand him. There must be an elf in it, so he gave him a leaf.

"Are you a little, little, fairy?" He asked, "Do you know magic or magic? Biu~biu~biu~ change, change, change one, a leaf."

The tree hole is quite big. He feels that if he pushes forward a little bit, he can squeeze his head in, but he didn't dare to push hard, he might not be able to pull it out.

When he was in the small shift, a child stuffed his head into a railing in the kindergarten. The railing was taken out by the firetruck. It was very scary.

The children were so crying that they couldn't breathe.

If he gets stuck, he won't cry, but his grandmother will beat him and maybe push him back, and then the whole family will laugh at him... so he dare not.

"Let's make, make friends," the first day of the junior high school continued, "you call a tree, a tree hole?"

After speaking, he listened for a while with his ears erected, and then nodded: "My name is Chu, the first day of the new year, the first day of the new year, the first day of the first year... the first... I was fine just now, as if I said, I said it?"

He was a little embarrassed, but the tree hole didn't laugh at him. He sniffed: "You still, do you have any other friends, friends? I don't have any, I only have you, a friend, a friend."

"From now on, I will come, come and look for you to play," he said softly, "you have to remember, it's me."

Suddenly on the other end of the road came my father's voice, calling his name far away: "First year of junior high school! First year of junior high school!"

"I want to go back and go home." On the first day of the new year, he patted the trunk a little anxiously, "Ming, Ming, look for tomorrow, you play, goodbye."

In the first year of junior high school, I don’t like to take summer vacation. When I go to kindergarten, I can at least watch other children play. After summer vacation, he can only do things at home every day, cleaning the table and washing dishes. Sometimes he goes shopping with grandma to help She carries the basket.

He had to wait until the meal was over before he ran to the river. No one else was playing with him, he talked to Shudong.

But after the summer vacation, after he became a primary school student, he began to feel that summer vacation was better and he could stay alone.

He knew more than half of his classmates, some were neighbors, and some belonged to the kindergarten.

After just going to school for a day, all the classmates knew that he was stuttering and would come over to tease him together. When he opened his mouth, everyone laughed awkwardly, which made him a little frustrated.

Everyone also knew that his grandma would undress and curse in the street when he was angry.

Every time a classmate came and said, "I heard that your grandma..." on the first day of the junior high school, he desperately bowed his head and said nothing.

I especially want to grow up quickly, have a lot of money, and go to a place where no one knows him or speaks.

Today is Teacher's Day. When he got up in the morning and went to school, he took a look at the calendar on the first day of the new year. After reading it, he would look at the calendar every day.

He will feel very happy to see that the calendar is about to be turned over.

It's halfway through this month.

But when he walked into the classroom happily, he was stunned.

Almost everyone in the class has a flower or a small present on the table.

"Did you not bring a Teacher's Day gift?" The same table looked at him and asked, "Today is Teacher's Day, I should give the teacher a gift!"

On the first day of the new year, she didn't speak, and it took a long time before she slowly sat down in her chair, holding her schoolbag.

I was particularly flustered and scared. All the classmates brought small gifts, but he didn't.

"My mother tied the bow for me," the front table turned around and shook the flower in his hand at the same table with him, "beautiful."

He bowed his head on the first day of the junior high school, and his mother didn't help him prepare a Teacher's Day gift. Maybe his mother didn't know it was Teacher's Day.

He was flustered and didn't know what to do.

Class is going to happen soon, and everyone will give gifts to the teacher, but he doesn't... he is a little anxious to cry.

He opened his schoolbag and flipped through it, trying to see if there were any gifts for the teacher.

Pen, eraser, textbook, workbook, no more.

He froze for a long time, and finally took out his workbook.

When he first entered the classroom, he saw a classmate made a card by himself, with flowers and writing on it.

He opened the notebook, shaking his hands in a hurry, and squeezed the pen tightly, writing a line of words on the notebook stroke by stroke.

Teacher I ai you.First grade.

Then carefully tore off this page.

When the teacher walked into the classroom, the classmates all ran over and gave their little gifts to the teacher.

"Thank you," the teacher accepted the gifts one by one, touching their heads one by one, "Thank you, the teacher likes you the most."

He followed nervously at the end on the first day of the new year. He saw that the gift boxes of two classmates were very large, and the teacher did not accept them. He just said thank them and asked them to take the gifts home to their parents.

On the first day of the new year, I looked at the page of paper I was holding tightly in my hand, afraid that the teacher would not want his gift.

When he finally got the courage to pass the paper to the teacher, his legs trembled a little.

"Thank you, Junior One." The teacher touched his head, opened the paper and looked at it, and then put the paper with everyone's gifts.

The first day of the new year suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really?" Grandma looked at him, "You just wrote a torn piece of paper for your teacher?"

Nodded at first.

"Oh, you really amuse me." Grandma laughed, and grandpa and mother also laughed.

He didn't smile in the first year of junior high school, he was a little sad.

"Are you embarrassed to take that torn paper out?" Mom couldn't laugh while knocking the seeds. "Your brain is really good."

"Your teacher didn't blow your nose with your torn paper?" Grandma said with a smile.

"No," bit his lip on the first day of the new year, "the teacher said thank you, thank you, thank you..."

"Thank you?" Grandma interrupted him with a smile, "Oh, thank you for the torn paper!"

Standing in front of the tree hole on the first day.

After making sure that there were no people around, he leaned over, put his face on the tree hole, and hugged the trunk.

"Good evening, ah," he whispered, "I'm in the first year of junior high school, I'm looking for you, you are playing."

After saying this, he couldn't help blinking, tears streaming out.

"Today I, I, I am not, not very high, Xing," he cried softly, "a little bit difficult, sad."

The wind blew gently over his shoulder, and he pressed his voice and sobbed: "Are you a spirit, a spirit? You are a spirit, spirit, good, bad?"

"I want to hurry, grow up quickly, and grow up," he sucked his nose vigorously, wiped his tears at the beginning, and buckled his face back to the tree hole again, "you help me, okay?"

The tree hole did not speak.

He didn't speak any more in the first year of junior high school, he held the trunk.

There are no elves.

But Shudong is still his friend, and he will be happy after talking to Shudong.

Maybe there are elves.

Maybe he will grow up one day.

Then go far away, there is a lot of money, you can eat a lot of delicious food.

He smiled.

The author has something to say: I hope that all the wishes of the "Little Junior One" can be realized and that I can live a happy life in the future.