C89 Year 1

Tea Village Primary School, that piece of land, was gradually forgotten by people. When people passed by its door, They also rarely thought of it. This was just like some historical ruins that people had forgotten about. Its story could only be understood by those who had traveled with it. Tao Huizhen moved the venue for tutoring children's homework to the lower floor of the hammock bamboo building. Behind the school, no one had gone to the small apartment that Elder Li used to live in. The front door of the apartment was covered with grass. The red flag was still fluttering on the flagpole of the elementary school courtyard. Tao Huizhen was on the second floor of the small hanging bamboo building. Her gaze was always fixed on the things that had stopped moving in the past.

She had plenty of time to be in a daze. She was the only one who had a lot of time left, and there would be even more in the future. Sometimes, the children would only come to attend supplementary lessons at night to learn dancing. Sometimes, when they were busy with their studies, they would not come at night. When they did not come, she would wait until the sun set and she would go upstairs to rest.

Day after day passed just like that. Whether it was a waste or not, it was good too. Tao Huizhen's daily life was monotonous and uninteresting. She woke up early and practiced the basics of classical dancing in the morning. After sunrise, she went to the Clear Stream Restaurant to wash her clothes. After she came back, wisps of smoke rose from the bamboo building where she hung her feet.

At seven or eight o'clock in the morning when the sunlight enveloped the area, she took a bite of breakfast. Usually, it was a bowl of porridge. She would take a few bites of the vegetables that she had pickled. For lunch and dinner, rice was the main food, and he often ate potatoes. After there was no one else around, Tao Huizhen didn't eat glutinous rice anymore.

She would go to the Little Merchandize Shop to get newspapers and magazines, and at the same time, take a look to see if she had her own letters. She would spend the rest of her time reading books, reading newspapers, and spacing out. She did not go to Elder Lee's graveyard and the small monastery at the end of the village.

It was almost the end of the year, and Dai Village suddenly had a new year. This yearly smell was very different from Tao Huizhen's hometown's northeast yearly smell. This difference was mostly due to the difference in temperature. The yearly smell in Tao Huizhen's memory. It was the frost that came out of the cold air, the endless exploding bamboo shells in the snow; it was the frozen moat in front of her house.

The village elder told Tao Huizhen that this year's Spring Festival, Big Tea Village must eat pig slaughtering rice. Speaking of which, it made people feel ashamed. Little Teacher Tao had been in Dai Village for so many years, but Big Tea Village had never eaten pig slaughtering rice. It was because the people of the Great Tea Village lived a tough life.

Now, wasn't it tough anymore? Tao Huizhen asked indifferently.

Old Village Head bowed and leaned on his walking stick as he carefully savored Tao Huizhen's question. "Bitter days won't end so easily. It reminds us at all times that the taste of sweetness is so worth fighting for. " The village elder said, "Hard life is not the opposite of eating and being warm. We have to try to retain our character of not being afraid of the tough days. "

"In other words, our Great Tea Village has a choice now. No matter what, we have no choice in the past. " Tao Huizhen said.

The old man's body trembled. "Yes, that's what I meant, old man. That's why I said 'Little Teacher Tao'. Now, I have a choice. This year's Spring Festival, The tea village had to hold a grand celebration. There was no lack of singing, dancing, and bonfires. It would be the taste of the Dai village. The preparations were going to be made a few days in advance. When the time came, you must not spend it alone upstairs. Let's dance and eat pig slaughtering rice together. I'll sunbathe you during this period of time. It's too lonely, you must always treat this place as your own home. "

Tao Huizhen subconsciously raised her neck and swallowed the saliva that was stuck in her throat. She looked at the distant mountain and looked back. "Grandpa. I can't eat pig slaughtering rice anymore. This year, I plan to go home to celebrate the new year and return to my hometown. I haven't seen my parents in many years. I really want to go back this year. I wish everyone a happy Spring Festival! "

The village elder knew that Tao Huizhen's hometown was far in the northeast, a few thousand kilometers away from here. She had spent a lot of Spring Festival in Dai Village and had never mentioned going back. At that moment, Big Tea Village Primary School was no longer there, and the children were all studying in the county town. Their education had improved. In her sense, it was already time for her to say "go back. "

The village elder smiled with a face full of wrinkles. He did not ask why she would go back. He also did not ask if she would come back. He seemed to have thought of something and found a topic to talk about. "Teacher Tao, remember what you said last time. For the sake of inheriting the traditional Dai culture, it would be best for me to publish a dual language book with Dai language and Han words. I suddenly became interested in this matter. Can you help me contact the publishing house in the future? If you have any news, just hang up the phone in the village. "

Tao Huizhen remembered this matter and agreed readily. Actually, Tao Huizhen had a friend who was an editor.

When it was almost Spring Festival, Tao Huizhen packed her luggage a few days earlier. She went to the county to book a train ticket and prepared some local specialties for her parents in Dai Village. She packed them with her luggage. Among these specialties, there was also a cultural show. On the way to and fro Meng La County, She had been recalling the bits and pieces of her life with her parents. She thought of her parents' expressions when she first came to Dai Village and stepped onto the train. When she came to Dai Village. . . Her mother had been tirelessly urging her to go back, and she had been extremely disappointed in her. And now, she had come to a compromise. She remembered that her youth was gone, and her parents had also grown old. When she returned home this time, She would probably be deeply moved by their meeting.

She wanted to recall the events of her dance career, but she didn't have the mood to think about it.

She didn't want to think about it anymore. She wanted to go home and have a reunion year. She thought in her heart.