The school had seven days off during the National Day holiday. For seven days, the teacher did not arrange when to make up for the lessons in the middle, nor did he assign too much homework.

This makes many students who love learning feel incomprehensible. Although the teacher has not assigned too much homework, he cannot relax. Studying is like sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.

On the first morning, Mu Chen was still lazy to sleep in bed, and Mu Yang went out in the autumn sunshine.

He came to the railway station bridge alone, sat on the railway tracks, and relaxed by looking at the beautiful scenery of the village.

If it were normal times, a thin layer of smoke would appear over the village. It was a spectacular scene caused by the whole village’s parents to cook for their children. Today is quiet. It seems that the parents’ door is filled with the light of the children’s holiday today.

Taking out the Chinese textbook, Mu Yang began to memorize the Yueyang Tower notes. There was no one in the morning, so he recited loudly, as if he had also attended the banquet of that year, watching Wang Bo show off his talents on the paper with his own eyes.

I have no jealousy, only infinite admiration.

After memorizing it for more than half an hour, Mu Yang had already memorized the entire article. The reason why the efficiency was so high was due to the good enlightenment of Chinese teachers in childhood. Mu Yang had already memorized 300 Tang poems in the third grade of elementary school.

This is also an alternative boy's skill.

It was still early, and half a day before lunch, Muyang walked north along the train tracks.

The train lanes are from south to north. When they were once glorious, the train had to run five or six times a day. Trucks of net mines became steel for building cities and money in people's pockets.

The tracks in the railway station are covered with wooden sleepers, and when crossing the bridge, they are reinforced concrete stone pillows, and the structure is more stable. Every 100 feet, there is a warning saying "Looking back a hundred feet" is painted.

Whenever Mu Yang saw it, he would turn around gently and look behind him. He could see friends in groups of three or three, but now he turned around and only had desolate and dilapidated scenes, only train tracks that were invisible.

Mu Yang continued to move forward, and there was still an invisible track ahead, splitting the mountains and winding endlessly.

As I walked, I suddenly thought of something childish in my heart and couldn't help but laugh at myself.

It was a winter day. Mu Yang and his little father, who was two years younger than him, were playing on the rails. Mu Yang picked up an ice skate and placed it on the rails to observe. Suddenly the sound of the whistle of the train sounded.

Mu Yang and his little father hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly avoided the side. The train was like an iron snake, roaring in. It was about to come to Mu Yang, and Mu Yang became stupid.

He thought the ice skates he put would trip the train, then derail, roll down the hillside, smash the house in the village, and then explode and bring a devastating blow.

I am the initiator of this disaster, and then there will be policemen to arrest me. My parents cried and shouted not to take me away. The police said that if I made a mistake, I had to bear the consequences.

Mu Yang was crazy and wanted to take away the ice skate before the train came. As a result, his father, who was two years younger than him, grabbed his hand tightly and did not let go. Mu Yang was very anxious and watched the train coming.

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Mu Yang couldn't break free and could only close his eyes and wait for the disaster to come. As a result, the train roared past and nothing happened. He ran to see the Bingliuzi, which had disappeared without a trace.

"It's so dangerous!"

I didn't say thank you to my little dad back then! I just said it was a dangerous thing.

On the one hand, I am in jealous of face, but on the other hand, I really don’t want to admit my ignorance.

Fortunately, my little dad didn't care and kept playing with me in the future.

I thought about the matter in my mind that I had arrived at Houfen unknowingly. This is a place next to the entrance of the village, where many people who have lived here have fallen asleep.

Muyang stopped moving forward and started walking towards the entrance of the village. Going forward was the place called Cave No. 1, which was a tunnel, one kilometer deep. It was rumored that there were homeless people fleeing famine and blood-sucking pig-headed bats. Muyang didn't want one.

People go.

When I arrived at the entrance of the village, Muyang thought about going home. I looked at the sun that had already reached mid-air. I guess it would be twelve o'clock in another hour or two.

It is a 70-degree asphalt road, and people walk on it very easily. The whole village counts this road because it is built by a mining company. Every day, the big trucks in front of four and eight of the back of the mines will pass by. It is impossible to have a bad road.

Park entrance.

Muyang saw a group of senior sisters Zhao Yun, who were a group of older than him, picking up pine tiles from the pine trees at the entrance of the park. She is worthy of being a person who goes outside to study and is full of glamorousness.

Mu Yang and Zhao Yun were not familiar with each other, and had only met a few times, but Mu Yang had already remembered her appearance in his mind. He could not meet a beautiful girl, and every man would do this.

Don’t look at the wrong person, don’t listen to the wrong person. Thinking of this in my heart, I accidentally saw a touch of snow-whiteness leaking from the senior sister’s waist. Mu Yang couldn’t help but feel restless. For his own health, Mu Yang quickly left.

When he got home, Muyang saw his mother knelt, so he asked his mother curiously.

"Why is it so early today? It's still far from twelve o'clock."

Mu Yang's mother rolled up her sleeves and said to Mu Yang with a smile.

"You can go to the field to work earlier after finishing your meal. You are on holiday. After lunch, you can take a nap and go to the field to pick up corn in the afternoon."

Well, Mu Yangguang is studying and has completely forgotten that it is already the season for autumn harvest.

After taking a short nap, Mu Yang took a hot pot and Mu Chen carried a pack of dry food and followed his mother to the field.

The mountains and fields are full of golden yellow. I have been studying every day for a long time. However, the two brothers did not become unfamiliar with the method of picking corn.

My father and grandfather had cut down all the corn, Mu Chen handed over the dry food and water, and the two began to have an intermission break.

Mu Yang put on gloves and started to break the corn, from east to west, from south to north, and the corn piled into golden pieces.

Time passed by the fulfilling labor, and before we knew it, it was dusk. The family began to pick up corn. After picking up a bag of cloth, Muyang's father went to tie his pockets. Not long after, one bag after another was erected in the field.

Muyang saw Stanley, urea, heart to heart, gold, red, yellow, green, all standing in the ground. His father carried one cloth bag after another and threw it on the tricycle. Muyang tried to carry a bag.

Try corn, but it doesn't move at all.

Mu Yang's father saw it and scolded Mu Yang sternly, not allowing him to carry the bag.

Mu Yang was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to carry the bag due to his father's majesty.

Finally, all the corn was carried on the tricycle. Grandpa walked alone in the main hall and went home first. Mu Yangyang's mother sat in the passenger seat, while Mu Yang and Mu Chen brothers were pressing the car on the bus.
Chapter completed!