Redemption (Part 1)
"Can't enroll this semester? Why?"
The director of the new welfare home is a woman in her sixties with a scholarly temperament. At this moment, she is holding Layue's information and looking at the nursery teacher in charge of Layue's enrollment with some surprise.
"This semester has already passed its opening date, and the school said that the foundation for the twelfth lunar month is not up to par, so they recommend starting from the first grade."
"First grade? Layue is already ten years old this year, so he should be in fourth grade."
The dean was a little puzzled. The information showed that Layue had been to school. Even if his foundation was weak, he would not have to start from the first grade.
The childcare worker was also somewhat frustrated: "But according to the school's survey results, Layue's literacy level is not even up to the level of a second grader."
She sighed and said, "This child was too lonely before. I contacted the welfare home where Layue used to be, and they said that Layue had never been to school before she came to their welfare home.
Due to some reasons, my schooling was sporadic while I was in the orphanage, and Layue was a bit of a loner..."
"So..." After thinking for a while, the director said to the nursery teacher:
"I think Layue is a very smart child. She doesn't have to start from the beginning with the first graders. It is better for her mental health to attend the appropriate grade according to her age.
But since the school said so, we won’t rush into enrollment this year;
We will take advantage of this period to provide Layue with basic tutoring, and then we will do another assessment when she enters school next time."
After the nursery teacher left, the director walked to the window and saw the children playing in the yard below.
But Xiao Layue stood alone in the corner and looked at them coldly, without any intention of getting close to them.
The dean sighed inwardly: This child...
The dean walked to Layue's side and gently took her hand: "Layue, if you don't like playing, can grandma take you to read a book?"
Layue subconsciously wanted to break free, but for some reason she didn't move.
Layue followed the director's grandmother to a small attic.
As soon as he entered the attic, Layue was stunned. It was full of books, more books than the library that looked like a school library.
Later in the twelfth month, I learned that because the director’s grandmother loved reading, she had accumulated the library we have today bit by bit since she was young. This library also accompanied the childhood of many children in the welfare home.
Layue doesn't know all this yet. Her attention is on the paper and pen in front of her, and on the warm palm holding her hand.
At this time, the director's grandmother was holding Layue's hand and teaching her to write stroke by stroke.
Layue felt it silently. There was no ridicule from classmates, no disgust from teachers, but only warmth and patience.
early morning.
The sun had not yet risen completely and the children in the welfare home were still asleep.
Xiao Layue got up silently, left the dormitory quietly and ran to the front yard.
At this time, an old man in the front yard was performing a set of boxing with great vigor, and Xiao Layue was watching him intently.
This is the director of the welfare home. Looking at his nimble figure, you can’t tell that he is a man in his sixties.
The director, grandfather and grandmother, had no children in their lifetime and have jointly supported this small welfare home for decades.
After the dean finished his set of boxing moves, he looked at Xiao Layue hiding nearby and waved to her with a smile: "Xiao Layue, are you here to watch Grandpa boxing again? Do you want to join us?"
Layue's eyes lit up and he quickly ran forward and nodded.
The dean changed to a gentler set of movements and practiced with little Layue again, and was surprised to find that the little guy actually followed him throughout the whole process.
The dean smiled heartily: "Little Layue, are you interested in martial arts? Do you want to learn from me?"
"think!"
Layue nodded heavily, with excitement in his eyes rarely seen in recent years.
In this way, under the careful care and guidance of the director's grandmother and grandfather, Xiao Layue gradually healed the trauma of the past.
*
"Huh? Where are the Dean and Layue? The 'celebration banquet' is ready, where are they?"
Today's dinner at the welfare home was more sumptuous than usual, and children and adults all gathered together.
This is to celebrate the fact that Layue has successfully passed the entrance test and is about to officially enter the fifth grade of elementary school.
"You don't know, the person in charge at the school who was in contact with me was stunned and said it was unbelievable.
"Layue, who couldn't even read last year, is a genius this year when he can pass the fourth grade final exam."
“Hahahahahahaha!”
Everyone was delighted to hear this. Over the past year, Layue was no longer as cold as when it first came, and it became familiar to everyone.
Everyone knows how hard the twelfth lunar month is. People get up before dawn to practice martial arts with the dean, and the rest of the time is either spent studying or learning.
So, to achieve such expected results in less than a year, no one was surprised or surprised. They just felt that this was what Xiao Layue deserved.
At this time, the director's grandmother and little Layue were in the library.
"Green bamboo?" Xiao Layue repeated these two words in confusion.
"Yes, our little Layue is going to start school officially, so she needs a school name.
Green bamboo has tenacious vitality and a strong character, just like our twelfth lunar month.
This name comes from a poem. Come, read it after grandma..."
At this time, Su Qingzhu was standing not far away listening to Xiao Layue reciting "Bamboo and Rock" word by word with the director's grandmother.
From then on, she was named Qingzhu, and her surname was Su, like most children in the welfare home, following the director's grandmother's.
Su Qingzhu looked at the scene with a gentle expression, but soon closed her eyes and thought to herself, "It's time to leave."
Just recently, after thousands of trial and error, she finally mastered the method of leaving this space.
Just as Layue ran excitedly to the library after the first day of school, ready to tell the dean's grandmother about the new things that happened in school that day, Su Qingzhu and Layue merged into one.
Su Qingzhu slowly pushed open the door of the library. The dean was sitting in the armchair reading a book as usual.
Seeing her push the door open, the director's grandmother waved to her: "Is school over? Come in."
Su Qingzhu walked to the director's grandmother's side, supported her knees and squatted down, looking up and said softly: "Grandma, I'm leaving."
Su Qingzhu seemed to be able to see the surprised look on the director’s grandmother’s face: “For so many years, I have always wanted to say thank you to you.
Thank you and the dean for taking me in and teaching me over the years. You don't have to worry too much about my childhood experiences changing my character.
I later entered middle school with excellent grades, and successfully passed junior high school, high school, and the college entrance examination to enter the military academy.
You know what? I actually did pretty well in the army. I just regret not being able to get back in time when you left.
I also want to stay with you a little longer, but I have important things to do now..."
After Su Qingzhu opened her mouth, the scene in front of her eyes gradually became blurred, until it suddenly dissipated and returned to nothingness.
Su Qingzhu squatted on the spot, sorting out his surging thoughts. When he opened his eyes again, all his emotions were concealed, leaving only clarity.
She stood in the void and sensed quietly. After experiencing the blurred scenes in her memory, she seemed to have a certain control over this space.
Soon, she sensed a strong fluctuation that was different from other places. The Bian Forest was there!
*
Bian Senlin covered his arm and dodged the splashing lava again in a panic.
At this time, Bian Senlin's body was covered with scars from the lava burns, and he had exhausted all his strength.
The rock beneath him cracked again, but Bian Senlin, who was already exhausted and dizzy, did not react.
Suddenly, a strong force pulled him back, dragging him away from his original position and avoiding the gushing lava.
Bian Senlin was startled and looked back suddenly, and was extremely surprised by what he saw.
"Sister Qingzhu!"
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