Born in 1980: Book thief

On the back hill behind the village of Yamashita there are two villages, one called Xiling and the other called Dongling. In Xiling Village, one of my distant cousins lives. My story of a book thief is related to my cousin's grandmother's house.

On the matter of estrangement, the aunt and grandmother are not kissed, separated by several generations, not to mention this aunt with a "cousin". But then again, if you don't come to the door for three years, you won't kiss; distant relatives will go away and kiss them. My family lives down the hill, my cousin's family lives on the mountain, and they often stop at my house for one night when they want to go to the county town or town to catch the market. In this way, when you come and go, you will naturally kiss and kiss.

My cousin and grandfather were a village teacher, and she had two sons and two daughters, and the old man was a son, 4 years older than me. Although their family's life is hard, they are also harmonious and happy.

I remember when I was six years old, my cousin's family invited me to their house to play. This was the first time I had been to their house. The mountain road is really far, if you don't take a trip yourself, you won't believe that there are still people in this deep mountain. Over the mountains, over the top of a mountain called Harrier Mountain, you will find a large nest of mountains, scattered with villages, here is the famous Xiling Village. Walk down Harrier Hill, through a series of fields, at the end of the mountain village road, is the home of my cousin's grandmother. A two-compartment mud brick house, the backyard is densely built with bamboo, and a mountain stream flows in front of the door, babbling endlessly. As soon as I entered the door, my cousin and grandfather hurriedly welcomed: "Rare guest, rare guest." "Jiang Lin quickly came over and played with Heng Cub." Jiang Lin is the name of the old man, on the basis of generations, I want to call him uncle, but I like to call him by his name.

Jiang Lin raised a that she had picked up in the farmland a year ago and was slightly injured. The has a layer of golden feathers on its abdomen, and a layer of light blue feathers on its head, like a triangular hat, very clever, bouncing around in a birdcage, and it can be seen that Jiang Lin likes it very much. During the half month of being a guest at his house, Jiang Lin had to take me to catch insects in the field almost every day to feed them. He used chopsticks to clip the bugs to feed the, whizzing, so fast, it is not afraid of life at all. When I fed it, it jumped up and down timidly, and its eyes did not forget to look at Jiang Lin twice. Seemed to be looking for reassurance from the owner. "Don't worry, it hasn't taken you for granted, it'll be fine in a few days." Jiang Lin said. Sure enough, as he said, on the fourth day, I was able to feed the.

In addition to feeding birds, Jiang Lin also likes to read in his father's study. It was a simple study. My aunt and grandpa had his back to us, lying on his desk grading student work, and didn't seem to bother him as we entered the house. To his right, there was a row of bookcases, sorted and placed in a variety of books, which I thought were many, but I couldn't remember or know which ones. In the corner next to the bookcase, there are two brown mats, and next to them are stacked various comic strips, which we call "little people's books". Classic "villain books" such as "Journey to the West", "Single Knife Society", and "Yang Jiajian" are all in his family. He took me to a corner, sat down on the mat, and flipped through the book by himself. He didn't know a few words, but he seemed to enjoy it, sometimes giggling. I don't know one in big characters, so I can only look at the illustrations, and I feel bored. Occasionally looking up at him, seeing that he was fascinated, I felt envious in my heart. I don't envy the clever he raised, but I envy him for being able to read, having books to read. Maybe it was the moment I was out of my soul that I was discovered by my aunt and grandfather. He turned and waved at me, "Heng Cub, come!" "I walked over to his desk." Do you also want to read villain books like Jiang Lin? I nodded. He touched my head, smiled and said, "Then you have to read first." He patted a book on his desk with his hand and said, "There are all the words in this dictionary, and if you recognize everything that day, you can read any book." "When I heard this, I thought this book was so magical." Come on, I'll teach you a few simple words first, okay? I whispered, "Okay." On a blank piece of paper, my aunt and grandfather wrote a few large characters with a fountain pen. "One stroke after another, it's a herbone, read it with me, ren!" "People!" "People add a horizontal line, which is a big word. Adult big! big! "Big!" "The big character with a horizontal line is the word heaven, the big heaven." sky! "Heavens!" Following my aunt and grandfather, I quickly learned the words "man", "big", "heaven", "mountain", "day", "day". He was very happy to see me study fast, and praised me in front of my grandmother: smart and understanding.

After a few days at his house, I was not so restrained and dared to sneak into the study alone. Every time I went into the study alone, I would always stand at my aunt's desk and stare at the dictionary for a while. It's a textbook-sized hardcover Chinese dictionary with a yellow rubber cover that's half thicker than a regular student dictionary. Open the cover, the title page has my aunt's pen signature, the signature is not as neat as the one I recognized. Different from the general dictionary, my aunt's dictionary has a detailed explanation of the orthography, and some word groups are also listed with illustrations. Later, I guessed that this dictionary might be for the teacher.

One day, my aunt and grandpa went to school, and my aunt went down to the field. It was just me and Jiang Lin at home. I have finally begun to implement the "long-planned" action plan. Jiang Lin was busy feeding the, I secretly packed my own clothes, and slipped into the study lightly, quickly hid the ghostly dictionary under the clothes, after leaving the room, I felt too out of shape, and hid it in the cloth bag, interspersed with several layers of clothes. I patted the cloth bag and felt that it was safe. Then tell Jiang Lin that I want to go home! "Hey, why are you in such a hurry?" A person walking on a mountain road is not afraid? "Don't be afraid." I still don't know where the courage of the 6-year-old me came from. I stopped listening to his advice and went out with a single thought. I was walking fast, afraid that my aunt would catch up and ask for the "booty" in the bag! I don't know how long I've been walking, but I just feel that the sky is getting darker, and the darkness of the sky is like a net slowly coming towards me, suffocating black. In the jungle, you can occasionally hear insects or birds, they are not as beautiful as during the day, but like a group of ghosts emitting a sinister and ironic sneer. I didn't dare to stop, and I was more worried about the truth coming up than the black and sneering smile in my ears and in front of me.

I arrived home when the moonlight came out. Too late to pay attention to my parents' questions, I hurried upstairs, quickly took out the dictionary in the cloth bag, and stuffed it into the grain in the granary. Then, pretending to be indifferent, he went downstairs. After dealing with my parents without a word, I went to bed without eating dinner. My body was so tired that I fell back into bed. That night I had a dream that someone was chasing me, and I dreamed that my aunt had discovered my plot and asked for the dictionary. I kept crying: I didn't steal the book!

When I woke up the next day, the first thing I did was go upstairs to see if the dictionary was still there. Turn over the grain pile, the dictionary is still there! It doesn't seem to be a dream! In addition to the slightest pleasure in my heart, I was worried that my aunt and grandfather would find some flaws and suspect me. Later, this kind of anxiety has more and more prevailed, making the heart restless. As soon as the breakfast fell from the bowl, I could hear the voice of my aunt at the door, "Heng Cub came back yesterday, right?" "Back. Back in the night. Mother spoke. I quickly hid in the back room, opening my ears to listen outside, afraid of hearing the dictionary or the book. "This child, don't say hello and go back." Before I went to the ground, I watched him and Jiang Lin play well. Wouldn't it be a life of what sullen back alone? "This child is like this, people have a lot of thoughts." Don't pay much attention. ”

The more time went on, the more I thought about how good it was to be a dream, even if it was a nightmare, at least waking up and nothing had happened. But it was not a dream, and the dictionary lying at the bottom of the old book box was ironclad evidence. How many times have I speculated about the situations when my aunt and grandpa found out that the dictionary was missing. Is it angry or do you know that you don't mention it? This may always be a mystery, or it may always be a secret between my aunt and me.