C25 Drop out of School(3)

It was late at night, and Jiang Bin's car drove into the dark stone carving factory.

The grass and wood here were familiar with the lighting. Although it had been nine years since they left, two new factories had been built in the factory. However, he came here every year to pay his respects to Jiang Bin. Today, he came here. His mood was completely different. He could not tell whether he was happy or disappointed. In short, he had a strange feeling in his heart. Although the gatekeeper still looked the same, However, things were different. Under the cold lights of the gatekeeper. . . There was no longer the familiar figure of Grandma Wang. He had an inexplicable sense of loss and sadness.

The side lights turned into Master Zhang's "disciple. " He had known this Master Zhang for a long time. He was tall and had calluses all over his hands. He had been in the factory for many years. He was a good worker who did not speak much. The stone lion that he carved looked lifelike. Bian Liang didn't pay much attention to him and almost never looked straight at him. Now that he suddenly became his master, he felt a little awkward and naturally didn't take it seriously.

On the other hand, Master Zhang seriously taught him. Bian Liang carelessly entered his left ear and exited his right ear. The work here was dirty and tiring. He didn't want to stay here for a long time. He just thought that he was here to revisit his old home with Father Jiang. He was going to leave the school for good. He thought to himself, I'll stay here for a few days. I'll find another job that I'm satisfied with and earn some money for my classmates to take a look. I'll see if they're still arrogant or not. When he thought of this, he felt delighted in his heart. A proud smile appeared on his face.

After a few days of continuous rain, in the afternoon, the rain finally stopped.

Jiang Bin called for Liang to come to the work shed and said excitedly to him, "Today, Master Zhang will teach you how to use a knife. "

Master Zhang was studying a piece of white marble that was more than a meter tall. The lion's body had already taken shape, but his face had not been carved yet.

Jiang Bin stood at the side with a bright light and said to the stone, "Liang Liang, look at how Master Zhang uses a knife. The size of the strength determines the depth of the lines. Especially the eyes and mane of a lion must be carved to be able to transmit its mind. These are completely dependent on the technique of using a knife. "

Liang Liang was distracted as he looked elsewhere.

Jiang Bin pulled him and said seriously, "Watch carefully. "

Liang Liang returned to his senses and said impatiently, "I'm watching!"

"Alright, you try it! Take out the extra piece from below!" Jiang Bin pointed at the protruding part of the lion's body and said.

Liang Liang took the electric knife and was not convinced in his heart. If you want to try it, then try it. What's so difficult about it?

"Be careful. You must hold the handle with all your strength. Turn on the switch and the knife head will slowly approach the stone. " Master Zhang reminded Liang Liang in time.

How long-winded! Bian Liang glanced at him and confidently picked up the electric blade to stab at the white jade stone. In an instant, the inertia of the friction between the electric blade and the rock quickly shifted the high-speed spinning blade from the rock and stabbed into Jiang Bin's arm, causing blood to flow out.

Jiang Bin was shocked. In his panic, he used his left hand to press down on the long wound, causing blood to flow out from between his fingers. The bright red blood dripped onto the white jade stone lion, causing people's hair to stand on end.

Bian Liang was scared silly. He had no idea what was going on. He widened his eyes and opened his mouth, seemingly at a loss of what to do. When he realized what was going on, he quickly threw the bloody electric knife in his hand a few meters away.

Jiang Bin's face began to turn pale. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The pain made his expression very painful.

Master Zhang, who was standing beside him, was surprised and flustered. He supported Jiang Bin and ran towards the car not far away. Soon, Master Zhang's car drove out of the factory door and rushed into the misty field. Then, it sped towards Xiping Town.

Bian Liang was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat. He heard the sound of a heavy hammer hitting against his ear. He ran out of the factory and ran back to Peach Blossom Village in one breath. He hid in his room and shivered. The blood dripping from Jiang Bin's arm had been in front of his eyes and he could not drive it away. He was afraid. He knew that he had caused a huge disaster.

At noon, Fang Linmei rushed home angrily. When she entered, she walked upstairs. When she saw Liang Liang lying on the bed, she pretended to raise her hand to hit him. "I told you to go to school, but you refused. Are you satisfied that you crippled Father Jiang?"

Bian Liang hugged his head and quickly got up to hide by the side.

Sister Fang Lin raised her hand and chased after him for a few steps. She angrily shouted, "You've sutured more than twenty stitches! . . . You! Are you happy that you crippled his hand? Are you satisfied? Ah?"

"Do you know that he relies on these two hands to make a living? If his hands are crippled, how can he hold a knife in the future? Have you thought about it? " She cursed as she chased after her son, wanting to beat him up. After a few steps, she was out of breath. Her legs tripped over a stool and she fell to the ground. Suddenly, her face turned pale and purple, and she couldn't catch her breath.

Liang Liang was stunned when he saw this. When he came back to his senses, he went forward and shouted, "Mom! . . . Mom. . . . "

"Pack. . . Pack! Sister Fang Lin trembled as she pointed at the black bag not too far away.

Liang Liang immediately came to his senses. How could he have forgotten about this? He picked up the black bag on the ground and hurriedly took out a medicine bottle. He stuffed the medicine into his mother's mouth.

After a while, Fang Lin's breathing slowly calmed down. Her face slowly turned from purple to white.

Bian Liang helped his mother to the bed, then went downstairs to pour a bowl of water and put it on top of her bed.

He returned to his room, took two clothes and personal belongings, put the red radio in the pocket of his jacket, and gently went downstairs to walk out of the door.

After taking a few steps, he looked back at the house, then looked at the scar on the back of his hand, and resolutely walked out of the village.