The little girl

She is a little girl who loves to laugh. She is small in stature and has a small face. When she smiles, her small eyes are too narrow to see, and her voice is very beautiful, like a silver bell.

At that time, I was in a small village called Yuantou, following my grandmother. I won't go into detail about the ups and downs of my childhood. Anyway, because my parents are away all year round and there is no one to rely on, I let my grandmother take care of me, which is why I am very bullied by my cunning and shrewd little aunt. At that time, I was in first grade and because I was not tall, I sat in the front row. However, there was someone smaller than me who sat in the front row, and that was Chunxiang.

Chunxiang's house is in the same alley as my uncle's house, so I always go to her house to play. We often fish and shrimp by the small river west of her house. She likes to have a small bowl of rice at noon, which we also call afternoon tea.

Let's start with the relationship between spring fragrance and flooding.

I remember when we were young, we were a very small school with only four tiled houses (one of which was an office, the other two were large classrooms for grades 1-4, and the smallest one was a kindergarten classroom), and a playground of about 40 square meters. There is a rice mill on the south side of the playground, which is actually a red brick house of over 10 square meters. Our toilet is located on the south side of the house by the river. The toilet is a large vat, with a wooden board blocking it. Sitting on top of it feels a bit wobbly, so I have to hold onto one side of the rope tightly with my hands every time.

One day, during a story class, I couldn't remember exactly what kind of story to tell. Two classes, or two grades, were crowded on the playground, surrounded by the young teacher Meiling at the time, listening attentively to her stories. I suddenly had an urgency to urinate without reporting, so I hurriedly ran to the toilet. As soon as I turned the corner of the rice mill, I smelled a strong odor and rushed up to see Chunxiang struggling desperately in the septic tank. You can't even shout when you see me. I was stunned by the height of an adult in that rural septic tank at the time. Not to mention her surprisingly small size, even ordinary senior children would not be able to hold it to the bottom.

A few seconds later, I realized and quickly ran to call out to Teacher Meiling. While Teacher Meiling ran around and grabbed the pole at the entrance of the rice mill, she asked me to call out to other teachers. Rescue Chunxiang.

Afterwards, nearby children often made fun of Chunxiang, who always blushed and ran away with pursed lips.

As I grew older, I went to my own town to study. The school there is spacious and bright, and I just read and study all the way, then go to other places to attend high school.

In the bustling third year of high school, just as I was preparing for a physical examination. My mother brought me clothes to change, and before leaving, she stuttered and told me that the spring fragrance had left. At that time, when I was 17 years old, I didn't even realize what it meant to leave. Ask my mother where she has gone. Because last time I went to my grandmother's house, I met her and she said she didn't attend high school, but instead went to a teacher's college. In six months, she will be able to intern at a primary school in town. My mother said she was dead. I was inexplicably distressed and felt a lot of pain at that time. My mother was afraid that it would affect my college entrance examination, so she didn't go into detail and hurriedly left.

After the college entrance examination, I went to my grandmother's house to spend the summer. Speaking of Chunxiang, Grandma just sighed and said that early that morning, when it was still dawn, Chunxiang would report to the primary school in town on her bicycle. As a result, on the bridge leading to the main road in the village, she didn't have time to get off the car. Between exerting force and hesitating to get off, she even threw herself and her car into the river. After a struggle, she ultimately did not come up. On the day her body was salvaged and placed in the funeral hall, my grandmother went to see her. She saw a red flower pinned to her black hair under yellow paper, swaying under the fan, making my grandmother, who had seen everything for decades, feel cold in her heart. Grandma said, that's because Chunxiang is still young, only 17 years old. It's hard to let go of such a vibrant life.

I have always been thinking, does Chunxiang have a holiday with Yan? I met her when I was a child, but this time, why hasn't anyone been able to meet her and help her.

May the fragrance of spring rest in peace soon!