“So, are you really in charge?You are so good on the mud!”At this time, the poplar seedlings properly boasted.

But his words did not receive any attention.It was good to not let him go at this time, it was already good temper.

"Willow mud, then your family's money is also under management?"I've never seen a lot of silver.

The other girl looked enviously.

“You’re always in charge one day, and that’s a great thing.If I could, I would rather have nothing to do with it, as long as my mother is well."Listening to the envy of these children, the rabble was humble.

The children may have come to see her joke, did not expect to hear her words, even showed an envious look.

“Are you going to come in and play at my house?”Or will I go back?”He jumped off the top of the pig pen and walked toward his own door, and asked several children a few children.

Suddenly she thought of red, maybe red also liked children.

A few children look at me, I look at you, and finally look at the poplars together.

The poplar thought for a moment and nodded, “Yes, you won’t cut us off with an axe?”

“Good ones, I won’t cut people!”He said, waving the axe in his hand.

A few children just came closer, looked at the axe, and hurried back a few steps.

He opened the door and said, "Come in, I'll cut the wood and play with you."

Originally, in the memory of the willow mud, these children are the devil-like existence, she does not like to play with them, every time she played as a child, they bullied her, joked about her name.

However, at this time, the willow mud was replaced by a 20-year-old adult, and when she faced these children again, it felt different.

In fact, at this time, Neon felt that these children were not particularly bad, and may have been affected by the words of adults at home.Today, she feels like a very simple child.

"Come in, you can play in the yard, but you can't touch my house's things, or I'm not responsible for getting hurt."And the twilight scares them.

"No, we won't touch it."Some of the kids shook their heads.

Red heard the sound of children in the yard, hurried out of the house, and saw that there were five or six children.

Since he was born, the old man and the old lady were afraid of the red to go out to play, and if he was injured or anything, he never let the red and the children in the village, and the red ones did not know the children around him.

“Sister, are they your friends?”The red man slowly rubbed to the side of the thorny and asked in a low voice.

He wanted to shake his head, but he listened to the poplar seedlings and said, “Yes, we are all friends of your sister.”You are red!”

“I am a red man!”Red said happily.

In the past, when playing with these children on the willow mud, the red child was not born.After the birth of the red child, the willow mud had been sent to the mountain to dig wild vegetables, and he had not played with these children again.

“Red, has your mother moved?”The rabbin asked.

Red shook his head, his eyes dimmed, "No."

He nodded his head and silently cut the rest of the pieces, which were to be burned in the past few days.

There is no carbon in the house, and you can only go out every morning to collect firewood and come back to cook.Some rough branches, pulled back need to be split, in order to fill the door.

“Brothers and sisters, are you in school?”Red asked curiously, why don't they go to school?

"Go up, today the school is a big fake, the field should be plucked, sir went to the grass in the field."The tree answered.

The other children followed with their heads.

"Wow, you are so happy, my sister has never been to the school, but my uncle taught my sister to read, my sister also taught me!" 」Red said proudly.

“Is it even literate on the mud?”The sound is the slug.

The slug is the king's apricot.

"Of course, my sister knows a lot of words, and my sister will count."Red said proudly.

“Wow,” the other little boy looked over over in amazement at the firewood.

They thought that the willow mud would be the same as when they were young, but they did not want to, and today they saw that the willow mud was different from before, and it seemed less annoying.

"I will, too, my sister has taught me."Red said, crouching down, writing a collection of "hidden" words on the ground, and asked, "Do you know what this word is?"

A few children also crouched around the red children, carefully looked at it several times, did not know each other, and could not help but shake their heads together.

"This is a polyphonic word, a collection of hidden, a collection of hidden, a hidden, a good food hidden."Have you learned?”Red read it and asked it again like a little teacher.

"You can read, but can't write, the original hidden things, is such a word ah, so complicated."The king looked straight at his head.

"Come, I will teach you to write, so that you can write first one horizontal and two vertical, and the beginning of the cursive letter."Write again...” Red taught me seriously.

Other children are also curious to learn along.

When they learned to write, they were also packed.

Red ran happily to the tidyl, "Sister, I am also a gentleman, and I have taught them to write!"Red is happy.

“Well, we’re so red, my sister knows you’re smart.

Go, go back and see your mother, and the sister will play with them in the yard for a while.The chick smiled at the red.

“Okay, I’ll go see my mother!Red jumped into the room with pleasure.

The other children looked out of curiosity a few times.

Wang Xinghua was close to the worm and whispered, “On the willow mud, your mother really became a living dead?”“

A little sleeper, the living dead?This name is ugly.

Not the living dead, but the vegetative, and when she has slept enough, she will wake up.“The chorus gently taught the king’s apricots.

The king nodded, “Plant?”Is it like a vegetative man in a field?

“Well, it’s not the same, plants need to be watered, and vegetatives just sleep and breathe, they don’t need to water.”They think they should understand that, they should answer this question.

“On the mud, can we go and see your mother?”I'm really curious about the difference between the planter and the living dead."Wang Xinghua asked.

He thought about it and asked, “Are you sure you want to see it?”I can take you to see it, but I will not allow you to speak in the house, nor touch my mother with my hands, and I am susceptible to germs."

"Well, we promise not to touch."The king promised.

“And you?”Among these children, the most worrying thing is actually poplar saplings.She could not keep him from being settled by Yang's tossing his own home.

"I also promise, you and my aunt's business, I will not care."The tree immediately raised his hand.

“Hmm!”He took the lead and walked to the house.

After entering the house, Xiaoyi did not take care of the group of friends, went straight to wash his hands, took off his outer skirt, took off his shoes, stuttered, knelt down beside Wu's side, picked up one of her hands, and began to massage gently.

While massage, he whispered, “Mother, today is the twenty-sixth day of your sleep, have you dreamed of anything interesting?”Today, the former children came to play with me again, and they were worried about you and wanted to see you.Mother, they have grown up, are not naughty, and they don't bully me anymore."