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In '83, I had just turned 12 years old and was in the second year of junior high school. At that time, rural children, in addition to going to school and studying hard, also had to help their families do some farm work. Although I am the eldest in the family, and my brothers and sisters are several years older than me, and I am rarely asked to do heavy work, I am still sensible to do what I can.
My hometown is in the mountainous area of Hunan, and there are not many paddy fields, but there is a lot of mountainous soil. As the saying goes, "relying on the mountain eats the mountain", even children like us are no strangers to everything in the mountains, which season and when we can find something on the mountain, we basically have an account in our hearts.
At the beginning of summer that year, we had another day off. This is also a local tradition in our area, around the beginning of summer is the time to plant the grain and mud, the bamboo shoots on the mountain also grow tall, people will go to the mountain to get some bamboo shoots back, peel off the bamboo shoot shell and soak it in lime water, and then dry the bamboo shoots to exchange for money.
In fact, my family did not arrange such a task for me, but I wondered in my heart, if I could get some bamboo shoots, wouldn't I have pocket money? So, early in the morning of the holiday, after breakfast, I carried a bamboo basket into the mountain.
In fact, most of the time the children go into the mountains in groups, but occasionally there are "solo travelers", I also walked alone that day, and the children in the mountains are not worried about not having a companion at all, as long as they get to the mountains, they can basically see adults on every mountain.
Unfortunately, the climate should be relatively warm that year, as the saying in the countryside is "the solar term comes early", the bamboo shoots have almost become bamboo, I climbed two hills, almost no spring bamboo shoots can be dried bamboo shoots, so I was a little depressed.
The house leak happened to rain overnight, God seemed to be going against me, it was originally a good weather with clear skies, but suddenly the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the dark clouds in the sky rushed towards the top of the mountain, and it was about to rain heavily.
I am also very aware of this kind of climate change, so I naturally want to go down the mountain and go home as soon as possible. Fortunately, there was nothing in the basket, so I was able to run quickly.
But the weather that day can really be described as abruptly changing, I had just run halfway up the mountain, and thunder and lightning were in the air, followed by raindrops the size of peas. If it was just raining, at most it would be wet, and it would not be a big deal for the mountain children of that era.
Since running as fast as I could help, I simply gave up my resistance and stopped running, just walking faster than usual.
When I got into the ravine, I suddenly felt a pain in my shoulder, and something hard smashed against my ear and on my shoulder.
I was still wondering if I was lucky enough to be hit by a wild fruit falling from a tree, and there was a whooshing sound around me, and white balls the size of eggs rolling around my feet. I panicked - it was hailing.
Although I understood that it was hail, but there was nothing to be done for a while, but fortunately, the hail was still very sparse at the beginning, except for the one that was initially smashed on the shoulder, the body was not hit.
In a hurry, I was also in a hurry, and quickly lifted the bamboo basket on my shoulder and put it on my head, like a steel helmet.
Not to mention, the bamboo basket is also very protective when worn as a helmet. I could only hear the crackling of my head, and occasionally some ice chips fell through the cracks and fell on my neck, which made my neck cold, but I was not really injured by the hail except for being wet by the rain.
Without the danger of being hurt by the hailstones, I didn't have to walk so quickly, and I even had time to look left and right, hoping to see the unlucky appearance of some adult who was hit by the hailstones.
After walking for about 100 meters, I didn't see a single adult, but there was a groan from the small stream and ditch on the side of the road, and I stood on the side of the road with a bamboo basket on my head and shouted loudly down: Who is down there? Was it hit by hail?
A girl with a crying voice replied: I was hit on the head by hailstones, can you help me.
When I heard that someone had been injured by hailstones, I didn't think much of it, so I just slid down the hill on the side of the road, still holding the bamboo basket in my hand.
When I got to the stream, I saw that there was a girl sitting there with her head covered, curled up like a kitten, next to the ridge by the roadside.
I hurriedly ran over and asked her if she was hurt. The girl let go of her hand, and a hint of blush really came out, flowing down the rain and sweat on her face.
I grabbed her hand and asked her to cover the wound, squatted in front of her and asked, "I was hit on the head, but I wasn't hurt anywhere else."
The girl nodded timidly, and I realized that I didn't even know the girl in front of me, how could there be a strange girl in this mountain?
So he divided the bamboo basket in half and put it on her head, and asked her where she was from and why she was here.
At this time, the hail fell more densely, but fortunately, the particles were much smaller, about the size of peanuts, and as long as they didn't hit their heads, there was no obvious pain.
With a bamboo basket on my head, the sound of hail hitting it was like a drum, and it took me a lot of effort to hear the girl.
Only then did I know that she was from a neighboring village, and she also took the holiday to dig bamboo shoots in the mountains, but she didn't expect to encounter hail, and she was smashed on the head in a few strokes, and she didn't even care about the bamboo basket, so she crawled here with a rolling belt.
Seeing that the hail was getting smaller, but the rain was getting heavier, and we were both soaking wet, there was no point in staying here any longer.
I suggested that if you didn't hurt your foot, you might as well come with me out of the mountain, and there would be a cave two from here, where we could take shelter from the rain.
The girl who called herself Nianjun nodded and stood up, it should have been squatting for a long time, and she was still a little dizzy when she stood up, but fortunately she was able to walk soon, but she was just a little staggering.
I helped her climb up the road from the creek and ditch, still with the bamboo basket on her head, and walked a little faster towards the mountain.
Soon they arrived at the cave, where it is said that coal was discovered a long time ago, and people dug a hole here, but in the end it was charcoal clay, which was abandoned because it had no mining value.
Although the cave is a bit eerie, it is also a place where we often go to play, and Nianjun and I entered the cave and took a breath.
According to my estimate, there should be adults in the cave to hide from the rain, but unfortunately, when we went inside, we found that there was no one else inside.
Fortunately, I also grew up in the mountains, so I didn't have anything to fear, so I picked up a rock and sat down, took off my jacket and wrung out the water, and asked her if she wanted to deal with the wound on her head.
Nianjun's hand kept covering her head, I said it several times before letting go, I carefully parted her hair, only then did I see that there was a one or two centimeter long opening, which was not very bad, and even stopped bleeding.
So he comforted her and told her that she didn't have to cover her head, and told her that the wound on her scalp was well treated, and there would be no traces in a few days.
Actually, I don't know much about it myself, and what I said is nothing more than to comfort the girl. Although he was still very young at that time, he couldn't talk about whether he liked it or not, but the timid Nianjun in front of him, with a little panic on his face, really made people feel a sense of pity when they saw it.
With my reassurance, Nianjun quickly settled down, and the rain outside became heavier and heavier, so we chatted casually.
Only then did I know that she was a third-year student at our school, one year higher than me, so I just didn't know her.
Suddenly, I saw a grass with purple leaves at the entrance of the cave, and my heart moved, and I immediately ran over and cut it out by roots. Anyway, the upper body was bare-chested and not afraid of the rain, so I ran to the creek to wash.
Go back to the cave and sit next to Nianjun, use two stones to rot the pestle into a paste, and tell her while doing this, this is the herb that can stop bleeding and grow wounds, and you will be cured soon if you put it on it.
Nianjun looked at me incredulously, I shouldn't believe that I would know so much if I was younger than her, I knew how to use bamboo baskets to prevent hail before, and now I know how to dig herbs.
In fact, these are the children in the mountains who come from without a teacher, and the people who go into the mountains to chop firewood will inevitably have a little bump, and people are used to taking local materials, so we have learned.
The rain was pouring outside, and we were bored in the cave, so we naturally talked about studying. Nianjun told me that she was about to graduate and hoped to be admitted to a secondary school. He also asked me what I was going to do.
I was ashamed to tell her that I didn't have as much ambition as you, because my grades were not very good, mainly because I was biased, especially English and mathematics, which were too much of a hindrance.
Under Nianjun's questioning, I had to stupidly say my "shortcomings", Chinese is my forte, when my grades are stable, I can rank first in the class, but I can only barely pass mathematics, and English is a mess, each time it is at the level of twenty or thirty points.
However, I stubbornly told her: "I am Chinese, why bother learning English", anyway, in the future, it will be farming, what is the use of learning English well?
Maybe because I was just injured, Nianjun didn't refute my fallacy much, but I could still clearly see that she was obviously disdainful of my "high opinion".
The rain finally stopped, we got out of the cave, our bodies were wet, and we were not in the mood to go up the mountain to make bamboo shoots again, we just wanted to go home quickly and change clothes.
So, we went down the mountain together, and when she got out of the cave, she was obviously in a much better mood, her wet hair was dry, and the clothes on her body were still sticking to her body as the mountain breeze blew, and for a while I could see that I could see my spirit.
Nianjun didn't know how to see my eyes, his face was red, and he sneered at me with a little shyness: What do you see, the little kid's family, the grades of reading are so lame, is it that he hasn't studied well since he was a child, and he specializes in watching girls?
I suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment, the human mind is really amazing, before this, even when I was just hiding from the rain in the cave, I had never thought about the difference between boys and girls, but after a short mountain road, I suddenly surged with an indescribable feeling.
Of course, at that time, I would never have thought of love. Along the way, Nianjun has been "enlightening" me, since the Chinese is so good, mathematics and English can also be learned well, as long as you work hard and listen well, you will soon be able to get good results. If all subjects can be the same as Chinese, then wouldn't it be fun for you to finish the secondary school exam?
Seeing that I didn't care much about being admitted to the secondary school, Nianjun said to me again: Don't worry about the one-third of an acre of land at home, being a worker, a teacher or a cadre is definitely not comparable to a farmer, I think you should use more snacks.
I nodded as if I didn't understand, in fact, I had already accepted Nianjun's reminder in my heart, but I just refused to admit it in my mouth.
Soon I arrived outside the mountain, and I said goodbye to Nianjun, and the realistic version went left and right. Watching her drift away, I suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loss in my heart.
When I returned to school the next day, I suddenly opened my mind, and even read English in the morning.
Of course, after all, the previous foundation was too poor, and it was very jerky to read, not to mention, and it didn't take long to get a little impatient.
However, soon an invisible hand held down the restlessness in my heart, and I even began to ask my classmates how to pronounce it.
At lunchtime, Nianjun actually waited for me in front of the cafeteria, and he didn't care about the taboo of male and female classmates not talking much at that time.
She told me that although she was going to take the high school entrance exam soon, if you had any questions about English or other subjects, you should always come to her. also said that she is a third-grade senior sister, and it must be more than enough to teach you this second-grade kid.
I've always thought that human transformation happens in an instant. Before yesterday, I was almost 100% sure that my future would be farming, and just one day later, although I didn't have too many lofty ideals, at least I had a vague feeling that I might be able to do better.
For the next two months or so, I did not bother to go to Nianjun, and she was always responsive to my needs, able to answer and explain all the questions I asked.
In the final exam of the second grade, I passed both math and English, and of course I have the credit for this. And she really didn't brag, she was admitted to the regional normal school, becoming the only student in their class who was admitted to the technical secondary school.
In the following summer vacation, something unexpected happened, Nianjun actually came to my house for the purpose of tutoring me in English.
Under her supervision, my enthusiasm for learning was high, and I even told me before the start of school that as long as you can maintain your current state, you will definitely be able to be admitted to a technical secondary school or even a university in the future.
After she went to secondary school, I often received letters from her. It's just that I was really too young at that time, although I had too much affection for her in my heart, and I had a lot of closeness, but I never considered any love, and the letters talked about learning problems.
In 84, I was not admitted to a technical secondary school, but to a high school in the county.
By the time I was a sophomore in high school, Nian Jun had graduated from normal school and returned to his hometown to become a teacher at our former alma mater.
During this period, we kept in exchange letters, but we still only discussed our studies, and at most talked about each other's hopes for the future.
When I was in my junior year of high school, I often received small gifts from Nianjun. Every time I go home, I see her, and when I leave, she will forcibly stuff a few dollars in my pocket, saying that when you go to high school, you can buy some delicious food to replenish your body.
In my junior year of high school, I was admitted to a university in the provincial capital, and Nianjun was the first to congratulate me.
At this time, I was already in love, and I took her hand and said: You are the noble person in my life, and I can't do without you in my life.
We're in love. After graduating from university, I was assigned to the prefecture and married Nianjun three years later. On the wedding night, I took my wife's hand affectionately and said:
If I hadn't met you, I would probably be a farmer. It was that chance encounter that fell in hail, although it was on the surface that I saved you, but in fact you saved my life!#精品长文创作季##头条创作挑战赛#