Chapter 5839： Ye Fuzi

5839-Puppet

"The heavens and the earth are yellow, the universe is prehistoric, the sun and the moon are surging, the sun and the sun are in the sky, the cold and the summer, the autumn harvests and winter storage, the leap years grow up, the Lulu adjusts the sun, the clouds cause rain, the dew is frost..."

It was early in the morning in a dilapidated but clean bamboo house. The sound of young children studying in the house was catchy, crisp and moving. The warm sunlight poured in from the window and dyed a part of the bamboo house golden.

In the bamboo house, there were about dozens of juvenile children sitting around, each holding a book in their hands, shaking their heads and chanting.

Obviously, you are a private school, and these young children are the children who came to enlightenment.

In the front of the private school, there is a weather-beaten wooden table. Three of the four table legs have been cracked, but they have been covered with tarpaulin one layer after another, so they still stand stubbornly.

At the end of the wooden table, there was a young figure sitting upright, his eyes closed, his face calm, as if he was listening to the sound of a young boy reading.

This is a young man who seems to be only in his twenties, but although he is young, he exudes a scent of scrolls all over his body.

Although his eyes are closed, his skin is very fair and his face is quite handsome.

Although the white shirt he was wearing was very old and white, it was clean and tidy.

He just leaned on a chair, holding a ruler in his hand, listening to the young boy reading.

Such a scene is set against the sun, and there is a sense of tranquility in the years.

"Li Erdan, you are sneaking a few sentences off again."

"Bai Guang, after reading for so long, your book is upside down."

"Zhang Tiegen, you are not allowed to whisper when you are studying, because it's itchy again."

…

After reading the morning, the young man sounded with a gentle but serious voice. He got up from the chair and walked past the desks in front of him. With every sentence he spoke, the ruler in his hand would be struck with care and attention. On the palm of every child.

The children who were knocked out grinned, of course it was not really painful, but more embarrassed.

The young man walked around the private school, his tall but thin, his steps were not hurried, his eyes were always closed, but he always walked very steadily. It seemed that everything in the private school was already well known.

"Okay, after reading this morning, the formal class will begin next."

"All rise!"

A stubborn little boy immediately spoke loudly, and then dozens of juvenile children stood up and saluted the young man with funny and cute looks and solemn voices.

"Hello Ye Fuzi!"

"sit down."

The young man, Ye Fuzi, replied immediately. At this moment, he still walked back to the wooden table, and his eyes that had been closed finally opened slowly.

A pair of bright eyes with a hint of dazzling appeared, and the inside was calm, gentle and powerful.

The time for reading is always boring, especially for a group of young children.

Therefore, when Ye Fuzi finally spoke: "Today's class will end here."

A group of young children suddenly cheered!

"Wow! get out of class is over!"

"I want to eat!"

"I'm so hungry!"

Dozens of juvenile children uttered happy sounds, running towards the private school like tigers, but they did not forget to shake their hands towards Ye Fuzi while running.

"Goodbye Ye Fuzi."

"Goodbye Ye Fuzi."

…

The crisp childish voice, mixed with happy laughter, reverberates in the bamboo house, which makes people feel so beautiful.

Finally, only Ye Fuzi was left in the bamboo house, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. After watching the children leave, he began to pack the textbooks on the table.

He placed each book gently, smoothed it, and finally held it in his hand. After scanning the bamboo house, he walked out the last one.

He seemed to have repeated such actions too many days and nights, and he had already formed an instinct.

After walking out of the bamboo house, a gentle breeze was oncoming him, which blew the tips of his hair and made his white face brighter in the sun.

He walked slowly down the path in front of the bamboo house.

At the end of the path, you can vaguely see a smoky village.

"Ye Fuzi is good."

"Ye Fuzi, please take care of my dog ​​baby!"

"Ye Fuzi, come to our house for a meal!"

"Ye Fuzi..."

…

Along the country road, Ye Fuzi walked slowly, in the fields on both sides, from time to time various simple greetings sounded from the honest but cheerful faces.

Each of them looked at Ye Fuzi with a touch of respect and gratitude.

Ye Fuzi responded with a smile while walking.

Gradually, the village was completely exposed, not too big, but there were also nearly a hundred families located in various places.

At the time of the meal, every family was holding their rice bowls, skewered at each door, chatting about the parents, and laughing happily.

Everyone smiled even more when they saw Ye Fuzi coming.

Many people hurriedly ran back to their homes following a slip of smoke, and then hurried out again. When they came out, they already had a lot of food in their hands, and they hurriedly sent them to Ye Fuzi.

"Ye Fuzi, this is the little green cabbage that my house just cut today. It's watery, but sweet. Take it back and taste it."

"This is my green pepper, if it is fried with Baiye, it will be delicious!"

"Ye Fuzi, this red radish is crispy and sweet!"

"Ye Fuzi, this is a batch of bacon left by my family during the Chinese New Year. I specially left a piece for you. You will accept it soon."

Enthusiastic voices continued to sound, and every family took out their own vegetables to eat and gave them to Ye Fuzi.

Ye Fuzi refused with a smile, and refused to accept it.

"Thank you for your love."

In the end, Ye Fuzi held a fist and bowed to all the village names, and under the smiling eyes of all the village names, he slowly moved away carrying things.

With only one back of Ye Fuzi left, a group of villagers continued to eat, but looking at Ye Fuzi's back, in addition to gratitude, a sigh and sigh slowly flooded in their eyes.

"Ye Fuzi, what a nice person!"

"Yes, if there is no Ye Fuzi, how could our baby write and read?"

"In these days, only by reading and writing, and getting a citizenship in the future, can we have the opportunity to leave our shabby place and become a master."

"If Ye Fuzi hadn't insisted on staying, and couldn't bear our children, I'm afraid he would have gone to town long ago."

"It's a pity that such a good Ye Fuzi has a blind daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law who is still lying on the bed needs his care."

"Ugh…"

On the east side of the village, there is a simple blue-tile house, like a muddy country road. At this moment, Ye Fuzi is walking deep and shallow.

This blue tiled house is exactly the home of Ye Fuzi.

Familiarly opening the dilapidated door, Ye Fuzi walked in.

The furnishings in the house are simple, with only a table, two stools, and a dilapidated bed.

Although rudimentary, it is equally clean and tidy.

"Yan'er, I'm back."

Ye Fuzi walked into the room with a faint smile, his voice was as gentle as ever.

As he opened his mouth, there seemed to be a woman on the couch who was slowly sitting up, speaking gently.

"Husband."

This woman is Ye Fuzi's wife, named Yan'er.

"The folks gave me a lot of delicious food today, and I will cook for you now."

Shaking the food in his hand, Ye Fuzi seemed very happy.

On the bed, Yan'er sat with a smile and gentleness. She was blind and could not see her husband, but at the moment she still looked in the direction of her husband.

Although the light was dim and the eyes were empty and lacking the slightest agility, they could still be distinguished that they were sapphire-like eyes without a trace of impurities.