Prophet of Rebirth

Chapter 39 My Dream

Ye Zhiqiu stood in front of the wall and sighed for a long time, then lay down on the bed helplessly, looking at the ceiling in a daze, it seemed that in the past five years, he lost more than he gained.

"Zhiqiu, I'm worried about that again." The door was pushed open suddenly, Wei Xiuhui saw Ye Zhiqiu lying on the bed in a daze, a look of worry floated on her face.She and Ye Jiaming have also been worrying about Ye Zhiqiu's inability to grow up. I don't know how many times I went to the hospital, but they could only find out the cause of the dysplasia. As for the solution, I still couldn't find it. I also tried more than a dozen kinds, but there was no result. In the end, it could only be attributed to the fact that Ye Zhiqiu was not yet at the age of development. Thinking of these, she couldn't help comforting: "My baby is still young, and it will definitely grow taller in a few years. .”

"Mom, I'm just thinking about something, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine." Ye Zhiqiu 'showed' a forced smile. Is he almost 12 years old?In ancient times, it was possible to marry a wife and have children, right?

"Zhiqiu, mom doesn't study much, and doesn't understand any major principles. Mom only knows that it's not easy for people to come into this world. If you want to live, you have to live happily. Isn't it just to make trouble for yourself? "Wei Xiuhui walked to the bedside and lovingly touched Ye Zhiqiu's head, and said with a smile: "So I said, you might as well let go of your heart and experience your own happiness. When I wake up, all my troubles are gone.”

"Maybe!" Ye Zhiqiu smiled wryly, it was so easy to let go of his troubles, wouldn't he soon become a Buddha.

"Ah!" Wei Xiuhui sighed deeply in her heart. She also knew her son's pain. Seeing his peers rise up one after another, he still stayed where he was, and the distance from them was getting farther and farther. How could the feeling of helplessness be solved by just a few words, with a forced smile on his face, he said: "Stop thinking about these troublesome things, Mom cooked your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs today, let's go eat first."

"Hmm." Ye Zhiqiu felt a little depressed, and followed Wei Xiuhui out of the room.

At night, Ye Zhiqiu turned on the desk lamp and began to write quickly under the dim light.

The primary school is about to graduate, and before graduation, the teacher assigned them the last composition, and the topic of the composition is "My Dream".Tomorrow is due for homework, so he has to drive the night bus.

"My dream is to be a scientist when I grow up, and to invent many things that I can use for the people to benefit the people..."

"My dream is to be a member of the People's Liberation Army when I grow up, to defend the country and the people..."

"My dream is to be a doctor when I grow up, to save lives and heal the wounded..."

Sitting in the front row of the second classroom of the sixth grade, listening to the head teacher on the podium reading the composition just handed in, a warm smile floated on his face, why didn't he have such dreams and misses in his previous life? .

The head teacher read one after another, looking at the lines with eyes full of comfort. In this era, scientists, the PLA and doctors are great professions that people respect. Almost every primary school student keeps going in this direction under the guidance of their parents. But who would have thought that this kind of respect would be completely changed under the influence of money in the era more than ten years later.

"The following is Li Rongrong's composition." The class teacher opened Li Rongrong's composition with a smile. As the best student in the class except Ye Zhiqiu, of course it will be read as the finale, with a proud face The teacher in charge of 'color' opened Li Rongrong's composition, and his expression was obviously stunned. Ye Zhiqiu observed this very keenly, and at the same time felt the slightly shy gaze of Li Rongrong at the same table.

"Every time I see classmate Ye Zhiqiu sitting by the window sullenly and watching the falling leaves of the fragrant flowers and trees outside the window, the troubles printed on the brows will make my heart inexplicably hurt. From then on, I also like to watch it. The falling leaves flying outside the window, the reason why I like it is because I want to know why he is troubled. Even the green buds have grown into human height, but he still hasn't grown up like five years ago. Only at this moment did I understand his troubles. If dreams can 'insert' wings and fly into the deep sky to reach the sky, then My dream is to hope that Ye Zhiqiu will grow up quickly, and then laugh happily and cry happily. In spring we can see the wild flowers on the mountain together, in summer we can catch fish in the river, and in autumn we can climb the fruitful mountain. Picking loquats from loquat trees, you can sit on the hillside in winter and watch the sunrise and sunset. You can sing and dance every day..."

Hearing the words read by the class teacher, Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were moist. He has kept a close distance from Li Rongrong in the past few years, because he understands that after graduating from elementary school, Li Rongrong will be separated from him because of his body, and he will still stay. Went to middle school in Qiuhua Town, while Li Rongrong entered Nanhe City No. [-] Middle School. In the next ten years, the two only met once again at elementary school reunions, and then they had no contact with each other. Li Rongrong didn't have any intersections, and he didn't think he could change anything in this life. Now that he heard the other party's innocence and wishes from the heart, he couldn't help being moved, and he looked at Li Rongrong with gratitude.

The head teacher put down the composition and looked at Ye Zhiqiu with helplessness and pity, while the classmates were silent for a while. Everyone in Qiuhua Town knew about Ye Zhiqiu, but few people mentioned it in front of him, because they were afraid that it would touch his innocence. A fragile heart.

"The following essay is written by Ye Zhiqiu. I don't know what his dream is?" The class teacher picked up the last essay, opened it with a forced smile, and read softly: "My biggest dream is to be able to write a book quickly and quickly. When I grow up, I sleep until I wake up naturally in the fantasy kingdom I created, and I count the money until my legs get cramped..." After reading this, the head teacher's smile couldn't help freezing, and he couldn't continue reading the following words. Seeing Ye Zhiqiu under the podium With the funny gestures of winking and the narrow smile in the eyes, the head teacher was a little dumbfounded.

All the students in the class listened carefully. They all wanted to know what kind of unique and great dreams this top student who has collected all the honors every year since the second grade of elementary school would have. , Unexpectedly, after only listening to the beginning, the head teacher stopped talking, and everyone couldn't help stretching their necks to look at the podium to see what happened.

"Ye Zhiqiu, go out and punish me. This time I get zero points for the composition." A moment later, the class teacher's roar shook everyone's eardrums, and a young figure jumped out of the classroom door with a hint of a smile.

The setting sun slanted on Ye Zhiqiu's immature face, causing intoxicating ripples. He squinted his eyes and looked at the setting sun in the west and murmured softly, "To be alive is to be happy!"