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"Is it …" Roman Holiday? " The corners of Green Bamboo's eyes twitched as he guessed.

Pillar nodded. "Yes, this one."

The green bamboo could not help but shake its hand, feeling an incomparable amount of regret.

A month ago, she had watched a show on her grandma's black-and-white television that recommended classic movies. There was one episode which introduced this film. At the time, there were only a few clips. Even so, the green bamboo was still fascinated by the sight.

She wanted to watch it from beginning to end, but it never came.

Alas, it was all her fault that her hands and feet weren't agile enough. If she had finished her work earlier, wouldn't she have been able to go with everyone to see the Roman Holiday?

The pillar threw the exercise book to his cousin, then went back to his room to rest.

The country folk had little entertainment at night and slept early. The thought of being on the same kang with his parents and grandma tonight filled him with grievance.

That detestable Zhou Tingting, when would she get out of here? As soon as she arrived, the whole atmosphere of the house changed.

Back in the kitchen, Green Bamboo found a small stool and placed a pile of things on top of it.

There was no electricity in the kitchen, and it was dark.

After closing the door, she went back to the drawer and took out two half-broken candles.

Next, he placed a cushion on the ground and sat down cross-legged. After lighting the candle with a match, he opened his cousin's exercise book.

Under the weak light of the candle, the bamboo could clearly see the contents of the letter and couldn't help but frown.

His cousin had written it as if it was a fight between mosquitoes. It was impossible to tell what it was.

She picked up the language book again. It looked wrinkled and a few pages had fallen out. On the cover, the boy with the backpack had two small whiskers drawn on him.

Seeing this, Green Bamboo's frown deepened. This child was truly a troublemaker.

She opened the book carefully to prevent it from scattering the shelves. He then discovered that there was a small slip of paper in the middle of it. On it was today's date written in pencil, and underneath it were a few crooked words:

Job: Copy the new words and texts of the ninth class.

Finding the ninth lesson, there is a fable, titled "Camels and Sheep." Fortunately, the words were not difficult. She had learned them before, so copying them shouldn't be a problem.

Green Bamboo couldn't help but be secretly glad that his cousin was only in the second grade. If this was junior high, she wouldn't be able to guarantee that she would be able to copy all the content correctly.

After reading through it briefly, he found it quite interesting. It was about camels and sheep arguing, one about tall and the other about short. Later, a cow told them that it was wrong to see only their own merits and not their own shortcomings.

Green Bamboo held his chin as he thought to himself. Actually, being tall or short wasn't a big deal. As long as there was no sickness or disease, he would be full of strength. This way, he would be able to do farm work without being bullied by bad kids.

The girl carefully smoothed out the corner of the rolled-up page and carefully copied out the first word. She was afraid that her teacher would see through her flaws, so she intentionally scrawled on the paper.

However, the words of his cousin on the previous page seemed a little more neat than usual. So she erased it with the eraser and wrote it again.

Only after a few more changes did the green bamboo smile up in satisfaction. Although it was still not exactly the same, it was at least seventy to eighty percent similar.

The writing of the pillar was too strange. It really wasn't something that an ordinary person could imitate. She had done her best to reach this point.

These two pieces of candles won't last for long, so let's just leave it at that!

It took her nearly an hour to finish her homework. Green Bamboo found an old magazine, picked out two pages that were not too gaudy, and wrapped the textbook with a book cover.

After all this, the candle had just burnt out.

Green Bamboo rubbed his eyes, exhausted. He could finally sleep.

Since the tooth gear wasn't with him, he couldn't brush his teeth right now. She fumbled in the dark, found a cup, poured water and rinsed her mouth, and prepared to start the floor.

She spread a layer of plastic on the floor, unrolled the mattress and quilt, and finally lay down with the pillow in her arms.

The kitchen was damp and narrow, with moss growing in the corners. For a small space the size of a palm, it was impossible for anyone else to live in it. It was a good thing that the green bamboo was not tall and was barely able to stretch its legs.

A cool breeze blew through the crack in the door. She curled into a ball, her two rows of teeth chattering, chilled to the point of shivering.

It was not like a house. There was no kang to keep warm. Although there was a stove, firewood was used for cooking and could not be wasted.

To prevent a cold, Green Bamboo decided to sleep in clothes tonight.

She wrapped herself in a yellow blanket. Although his back was injured, his arms were too sore to lift. However, her extreme fatigue soon caused her to fall into a deep sleep.

The green bamboo had a dream. He dreamt that he was lying in his mother's arms. Beside him was a peach tree with luxuriant leaves and a tree full of pink peach blossoms.

She raised her head and studied it for a long time. Her mother looked exactly the same as in the photo, both demure and beautiful.

"Green Bamboo, your hair quality is really good. Can I make a little braid for you?" Qiu Feng whispered. Her voice was soft and pleasant to hear.

"Sure!" The green bamboo obediently sat upright and handed the comb in its hand over.

Soon, her thick straight black hair turned into a beautiful princess's braid.

Mother's hands were so coincidental, it was a few hundred times better looking than normal. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

"Hungry? Mother will cook for you. " Qiu Feng raised her hand and touched her face. "What do you want to eat?"

"As long as it's something mother cooks, I like to eat anything." The green bamboo smiled sweetly and replied obediently.

Mother went to cook. She ran around the peach tree by herself. Petals rained down on the green bamboo.

She sang and danced and danced in circles and enjoyed herself very much.

"Green Bamboo, dinner is ready. Come in and eat!" Mother called to her from the house.

"He's coming!" She ran in, cheering, and leaned over to the table, which was full of delicacies. There was not only braised meat and steamed crab, but also a large bowl of steaming white rice.

The price of rice was relatively higher, so most farmers in the village who grew rice were reluctant to eat it themselves. Only during the new year did adults cook a bowl of rice and distribute it to the children at home, letting them satisfy their cravings.

As for meat and seafood, they were even rarer. The year before last, a rich family in the village took her to a table. After his elbow was brought onto the table, before Qingzhu could react, it was caught off guard by the few other aunties sitting at the same table.

Now that there was a pile of delicious food in front of him, the bamboo couldn't help but swallow its saliva.

"What are you waiting for? "Hurry up and try it." the mother urged.

She happily picked up her chopsticks and was about to dig a mouthful of rice into her mouth when she heard a rapid knock on the door.

Green Bamboo was startled and immediately opened his eyes. He woke up.

It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly. So what happened just now was all a dream.

The girl was at a loss. Tears filled her eyes as her vision blurred. The warmth of the dream and the loneliness of waking up.

That's right, mom is no longer in this world. How can I cook for her? Why would I hug her?

But that was a beautiful dream! She lifted her slender arms and hugged herself tightly, reflecting on what she had just felt.

This was the first time in her life that she had ever dreamed of her mother. Even if it wasn't true, he was still very pleased. The only regret was that he woke up without eating a dish personally cooked by his mother.

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded again. Several consecutive sounds were both urgent and heavy. Following that, she heard Qu Shufen impatiently shout:

"Open the door!"

Green Bamboo was stunned for two seconds and then abruptly sat up. He thought knocking on the door was a dream, but it turned out to be real.

Therefore, she rushed to open the door, saying, "Coming."

After the kitchen door was opened, a gust of cold wind blew against his face, causing the green bamboo to tremble.

Qu Shufen stood by the door, staring at the green bamboo with an ashen face, as if she was a fiend.

She was wearing a coat, and her hair looked disheveled. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her gaze was extremely frightening.