Demon’s Diary

“I blame my husband for his incompetence and for not being in high school for two consecutive years. However, I have made an appointment with several other students to study together in a book fasting in the county, prepare for the exam in six months, and leave at the end of the month. Rest assured, he will make me a high school dollar and return home so that you and Feng can have a good life.” The middle-aged man held the woman in his arms and whispered in his ear.

Heard that she was leaving the village and entering the county, the woman could no longer stand the waves in her heart, and two lines of tears slipped quietly.

“Husband, don't worry, I'll take care of the family. Wind is not a little doll anymore, and you already know what to do. You can study with peace of mind and take your name as soon as possible. However, the husband should also pay more attention to the body. Never save too much, lose yourself, without a good body, even if you have a merit name, what can you do?” The woman chewed her lips gently, holding on to her heart, said slightly sobbing.

“Don't worry, if you don't go to high school for your husband, you won't return home for a day!” The man gently patted the woman's back and said with a firm eye.

When women heard the words, looked pale, wanted to say something, but were afraid to strike the husband's motivation, they had to hide the grief in their hearts and smile bitterly.

Seven days later, by a winding trail outside the village, a man in white cloth, carrying a bag of baggage, was reluctantly waving goodbye to his mother and son.

The man held his wife tightly in his arms and gently kissed her forehead before bending back and touching her head.

“Wind, take care of your mother, Dad will be back soon.” The man said with a strong heart and a smile.

“Father, Wind knows, Mother and I are waiting for you at home.” The boy nodded and said firmly.

The man patted the boy's head lightly again and smiled softly before turning to walk to the village entrance without turning back.

Because he was afraid of losing the courage to leave.

His wife and children persisted in looking at their distant backs for a long time, until the shadow gradually became a white spot and disappeared at the end of the trail outside the village.

Half a month later, a few hundred miles from the village of Liujia, in a small county town.

At noon, on a main road from the west to the east, the head buoyed, the traffickers drank and drank constantly, a lively scene of a water maroon.

A middle-aged man, dressed in white cloth, with a clear appearance and a light book vibe between his eyebrows, is walking slowly into a college around the corner of the main road with a long figure on his backpack.

Thereafter, every evening a candle flame lit up in the courtyard of the Academy, reflecting a man with a scroll in his hand, shaking his head and studying it carefully.

Six months later, before the red list, the heads were saved, congratulations on the sighs and wails.

“Brother Liu, don't be discouraged, you didn't take the exam this year, you can still take the exam next year.” The crowd leaned forward, a robe scholar, saying to a man in a white cloth.

“After three years of not taking the exam, Mr. Liu was truly ashamed of his family.” The man in white cloth shook his head in a dark shake and slowly squeezed out the noisy crowd.

Half a month later, Liu Family Village.

“Mother, there's a letter. It's from Father!” The child held a roll of bamboo jane in his hand and ran excitedly into a paddy field with more than one person high.

The woman dressed in plain clothes heard that she stopped the work in her hand, wiped her hands on the dress, then smiled and took over Bamboo Jane in the boy's hand and opened her eyes.

But the smile on his face gradually faded, replacing it with a faint sorrow.

“Wind, your father may have to stay in the county for another year before coming back next year.” The woman slowly put away the bamboo briefly and smiled reluctantly.

The boy seemed to understand something, silently lowered his head and did not speak.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed.

This year, the two mothers and children lived together and had an unusually difficult time.

Without men in the house, there are fewer top beams, fewer major economic sources, plus this year's field drought, the estate's harvest is not only poor, but it is not worth it. If it wasn't for the woman who bites her teeth and sells the only old cow in the house, this would have replaced some silver, barely maintaining the expense.

However, the same roll of bamboo Jane means that men still have no red list nominations, and the sisters still do not wait for men to return home.

This is another three years.

On the bed in the old wooden house, women finally couldn't sleep because of years of exhaustion, and now the family has no grain left and the ones that can be sold have been sold.

“Mother, there's a letter from Father!” Once again, the boy rushed into the house and jumped to the woman's bed, happy to say.

At this time, the boy was twelve years old and he was clearly one lap older than three years ago. He was six feet tall and fit, and he was no longer that child.

“Cough… cough…” The woman snorted, smiling, barely standing up, but coughed continuously.

“Mother, are you okay?” The boy rushed forward, lifted it up and asked with concern.

“Cough... Feng, mother has taught you a lot of words over the years, this time mother... cough... test you, you open, read to mother.” After a few more slight coughs, the woman lay back on her bed again, her voice slightly weak, she said.

“Lian Xi, a useless husband, has not been able to go to high school for six years. He has no face to go back to the village to meet his father and father. But I miss you and Wind so much that you two are doing well these days, looking forward to returning. Mother, Father, he didn't...” Boy read the back, the original excitement gradually decreased.

“Feng Er... cough... hurry up, get the paper and pen and write to your father.” The woman heard the story and said anxiously.

Half a month later, in the courtyard room of a small town, in the hands of a man in a pale white shirt, he held a family book, but he could not see the automated pen of his loved wife, but rather the naive handwriting of his son.

“Husband, everything is fine with me and Wind. Husband can rest assured that we will wait for you in high school at home. Wind is not only reading and reading, but his body is getting stronger and stronger. He hopes to one day climb the sandbox and serve the country. ”

So it's been another three years.

On that day, before a deserted head of smoke, a healthy teenager held a letter in his hand, but his eyes flashed with anger and bitterness.

“Mother, why don't you let me tell Father that you've been so ill, and let me reply to him every time and tell him that our mothers are well, why? Dad left home for 89 years, but never came back to see us. Now you're gone, but he doesn't know.

He's lost again this year, I really didn't know he had to wait until that day. Is high school science so important to him that he can't even come home to see his wife and children for so many years? How long will he be obsessed with it? ”

The voice just fell, two lines of tears gushed out, and a heavy punch hit the boulder beside the tombstone.

“Bang," a fine crack appeared on the boulder, while the teenager's hand was covered in blood.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the county city, a white robe filled with scum, Liu Ming, is still reading day and night.

For nine years, he had long forgotten his days, as if he didn't feel tired just reading, watching the book every day from week to week.

Finally, in the tenth year.

“Brother Liu, you are finally in high school, still a flower explorer. ”

“Hit, hit, hit!” Liu Ming's hands trembled with a piece of paper. It was so big that it had the word "exploration” written on it, with its name underneath it, and the red seal of all four quarters.

Gently soften the white hair of the two spots, tidy up the face, two lines of tears couldn't bear to flow out, then laughed heavenly.

Liu Family Village seemed to be particularly lively on this day.

On the only road that leads to the village, a group of people are walking slowly.

Riding on the back of the horse for the head man, wearing a red robe with a high crown, it goes without saying that nature is the flower exploration of the current session, Liu Ming.

And the walkers behind them were wearing red robes, banging drums, and they looked so unpopular.

“Liu Tanhua, in front is the village of Liu Jia.” The horse holding the horse pointed at the sign at the entrance of the village and said to Liu Ming.

Liu Ming glanced and jumped off the horse's back.

“I'm going back on my own. I didn't know it was 10 years ago, and I don't know how Lotus and Wind are doing now.” Liu Ming said softly, pressed the excitement in his heart and walked towards the entrance of the village.

After another glance at the entrance to the village, the obsolete sign, Liu Ming accelerated his footsteps and walked to his house.

The village seems to be much cooler than it was a decade ago. It used to be a bustling village entrance, and only a few elderly people sat on their doorsteps manipulating the grain harvested on the ground.

“You are, Mr. Liu, you are back! ”

After a few glances at Liu Ming, an elderly woman with white hair who had passed through her years looked as if she recognized Liu Ming's identity and said with some excitement, but then turned away and seemed to think of something.

“Aunt Wu, your old eyesight is still so good, I'm back, I visited the flowers in high school. What's the matter, Auntie Five? How's Lotus? Where's Wind?” Liu Ming looked at the old woman's face and a feeling of uneasiness surfaced and asked eagerly.

The old woman shook her head slightly and sighed instead of saying anything.

Liu Ming sighted, his heart couldn't help but chirp, and then he ran to his home without going back.

As a decade ago, over a small mountain peak in the village, in a swamp, there was a small wooden house made of large round logs.

Liu Ming pushed hard to open the hidden door, but found it empty.

The old house was covered in dust as if it had been uninhabited for a long time.

On the table and on the ground, there are several long dried wooden pots, apparently leaking from the rainy cabin, which is used to catch the rainwater.

“Wind, Daddy's back.” Liu Ming saw this and called out loudly.

(Second sentence. Da Khan, forgot to say a few words today, met several other authors, and came back in a hurry at more than 10: 00 PM. Fortunately, I used a lot of book code on the high-speed train, otherwise I really won't be able to update it.