"This is the first time that my bone fan has been left with me for so many years."

Zhang Xuejue looked at the white seal on the big bone of the fan and said.

After saying that, he kept rubbing with his thumb.

It seems to be wiped off.

But no matter how hard his thumb was rubbed, it would not make the white seal fade...

This made Zhang Xuejue feel a little upset while depressed.

Everyone has something they cherish very much.

It may not be very expensive, but its location is that there is nothing next to it to replace it.

From childhood, every child will have his or her true love toy.

Girls' home, like dolls.

Boys like to dance guns and sticks.

If you don’t have any real things, you can’t play with it, so do it yourself.

People with better conditions can use some wood scraps.

After smoothing the surface with a plane, use ink lines to outline the roughly package.

Then it sawed out a little bit.

Finally, apply a layer of varnish to prevent corrosion and decontamination.

Even if you play from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, it won’t be a problem.

However, most children do not have such conditions and can only think about it in their minds.

Even if the wood is scraps, it requires silver and money.

But no matter how much you think in your mind, you can't take any money.

It was just that I became more and more excited as I thought about it. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. I didn't wake up when the sun was at midnight the next day. I was suffering from my butt and was beaten by my mother's board.

But compared to the grandeur outlined in my mind last night, what is a board worth?

A board can break a clear dream and can make people jump out of the warm bed, but it cannot stop the imagination in their minds.

Regardless of whether it is realized in the end, the whole childhood passed by a dreamlike vision.

Although Zhang Xuezhao is an old guy now, he is a pedan.

But old age is accumulated day by day.

But he can't even leave a single step.

It's like reincarnation in the four seasons.

No one can see snow in the world after more than ten thousand springs.

Similarly, after thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow, this pure white will be blown away by the warm and humid southeast wind.

This is the principle of nature and the law of heaven.

No one can violate it.

When he was a child, Zhang Xuezhai was not a sensible and obedient child.

It is true that the so-called good children of adults must be sensible and obedient.

No matter how smart, agile, or a unique perspective you are, as long as you are ignorant or disobedient, you are not good.

I believe every child in every era has experienced such the same struggle.

The struggle is divided into size and intensity.

Zhang Xuejiao cannot avoid the common people.

When he was a child, his family was not rich.

But at least several scholars have been produced.

The scholars at that time were real scholars.

Don't seek fame or be greedy for profit.

All my thoughts are on the book of the sage dipped in ink.

Although it sounds a little clean and slim, it is a life without worries about food and clothing, but it is just not a great wealth.

The rich people at that time were also very well-educated.

At least no one dares to point at the nose and scold scholars for being poor.

Those who do business are also respectful to the accountant he hired.

I ate white flour and fine rice during the Chinese New Year. The accountant can have a fried fish every night, and the wine and food, and a few taels of mixed wine.

Zhang Xuejiao's father is considered half a scholar.

What is half?

I just didn't read this book halfway through.

The truths in the book were only halfway through the night, and he felt that it was enough.

His family is a scholarly family at least.

Such behavior is of course a disrespectful act that shames our ancestors and dark house beams.

But his father's relatives are so determined.

I have to say that when I am three years old, it is not because of the age of children.

But I saw this child's me.

When a child is three years old, he can see his words and deeds and his behavior and he can tell what he looks like.

Those who are obsessed with profit are still those who seek fame and reputation.

Or a plain, sincere and honest person.

If someone saw Zhang Xuezhao's three years old and based on this inference, he would definitely think that his son was too unparalleled!

At the age of three, he should have peed and slapped.

But Zhang Xuejue has already crossed this age and has developed a strong interest in the neighborhood playmates of the opposite sex of Sili's home.

Other boys bulldozing soil and playing with willow branches are learning to be the corpses and knights who travel around the world.

Or when he was the waiter in the restaurant, he nodded and bowed.

Zhang Xuezhao is so good that he has no interest in these things.

I always have to run far away from home to find some strange flowers and plants.

Pull off a small yellow flower, flip the path upwards, and pull out some wild weeds that are strongly tough and not easy to break.

Finally, I took pictures of colorful gravel as decorations as I did when I was in trouble. I repeated this several times and a small fan was ready.

When you get home, it is often dark and the night is as bright as ink.

When my mother was worried, she was waiting at the door of her house with a lantern.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhao come back with a smile, I feel a little relieved.

The raised right hand was about to give a lesson, but slowly put it down and changed to a scheming of his words.

She naturally saw the gadgets in Zhang Xuejiao's hand.

After turning off the light, I quietly bit my ears with Zhang Xuejue’s father:

"The head of the family, do you think this kid plays with little girls' things? He doesn't look like a man at all... Don't wait until he gets bullied when he gets older!"

"The child Yu Shu has a big idea in his mind. He can't even see those stupid children playing with!"

Zhang Xuejue's father said in person.

"How did you see it?"

As a mother, you always have to worry more.

Open your eyes and work, close your eyes and rest.

In my dreams, I may be preparing cotton shoes and trousers for my children for winter.

"I am a scholar, can't I see this?"

Zhang Xuejue's father said in person.

His mother curled her lips, but fortunately it was pitch black everywhere and no one could see it.

Every time the couple quarreled, as long as his father said the word "scholar" in person, his mother would immediately lose her temper...

It’s not that the scholars are so sacred and noble, which makes his mother silent.

But as soon as these three words were expressed, the person in charge would start to drop the book bag...
To be continued...