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"This is not the Middle East. There are no children who come here to be human bombers. Don't be nervous."

The silver-haired woman glanced at the nervous bodyguard, sneered, then shifted her gaze to Little Ashe's hand, looked at the green paper, and said with interest: "What? There is something wrong with the dollar bill I gave you that day? not enough?"

After a pause, she looked at the gauze on Ashe's head again, and frowned: "Also, how did you get this injury?"

"...It's not enough." Little Ashe hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice without answering: "It's fake."

"What?" The silver-haired woman was taken aback, glanced at the green paper, and showed a strange expression, as if she wanted to laugh, but also seemed a little unbelievable: "You mean... I gave you a fake note ?”

"I didn't say it." Xiao Aixi shook her head and said in a low voice: "It's the proprietress of the canteen... I took it to buy books, and she asked me where I got the money from. I didn't say anything, but she said it was fake. If you want to confiscate it... I didn't give it to her, I want to exchange it for a real one."

Although the boy is young, his ability to organize language is not bad. Although the dialect is not easy to understand, the silver-haired woman quickly understood what he meant.

She looked indifferent gradually, looked at little Ashe for a while, took the crumpled green paper from his hand, and glanced at it in the sunlight.

Then, with a sneer:

"Oh, fake..."

"Can you give me a real one?" Little Ashe raised her head, blinked, with an aggrieved expression, like a pitiful kitten.

The silver-haired woman stared at him for a while, was silent for a moment, and then said lightly: "You haven't told me where the injuries on your head and hands came from."

Little Ashe didn't make a sound, he bit his lower lip tightly, took a step back, and shook his head.

"Is this money related to what I asked you that day?" The silver-haired woman continued to ask.

Little Ai Xi didn't speak, but his panicked expression had already revealed the truth.

The silver-haired woman looked at him, was silent for a while, and then said calmly, "What's your name?"

Another silence greeted her, and Little Ashe bit her lip and shook her head.

"Don't want to say?" The silver-haired woman said lightly, "You think I can't find out?"

"no……"

However, Little Ashe said in a low voice: "I... haven't given a name yet, my mother calls me little guy, my father calls me little beast, and some people call me little bastard... I don't know what my name is either. "

This time, the silver-haired woman was silent for much longer than before.

After a while, she said lightly:

"It's a coincidence that I don't have a name either."

Chapter 92 The People's Teacher Sicily

"what?"

Little Ashe raised her head and looked at the silver-haired woman suspiciously. In his world view, a name is a very important thing that he does not have. Whether it is an adult or a child, they all have their own names. He does not have a name because of his father. Mom doesn't even like him, but why doesn't the woman in front of him have a name?

"Your parents...don't like you either, and didn't give you a name?"

After holding back for a long time, Little Ashe could only think of this reason.

"No, they gave me a name, it's just that I don't like that name, and what I don't like is naturally not my name, so I don't have a name."

The silver-haired woman said something that was unusually convoluted for the little boy. After a pause, she continued: "However, you are right about one thing. They don't like me, and I don't like them either."

"Then... what do other people call you?" Little Ash asked in confusion.

"People call me a lot."

The silver-haired woman thought for a moment, then slightly raised the corners of her mouth:

"As for you, just call me Sicily... This is the name of my hometown. In this small mountain village in a distant country, it can also be used as a synonym for me alone."

Ai Xi nodded ignorantly, and wrote down the code name in her heart, but she didn't call out, but hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously again: "So...can you change the real one for me now? "

He was still thinking about the one-dollar bill. In the little boy's heart, even the real name of the fairy and the title of the fairy were not as important as a piece of green paper that could buy a book.

The silver-haired woman was stunned for a moment, only to realize that she had forgotten about it, she smiled self-deprecatingly, but her face soon turned cold again.

"You." She casually pointed at a bodyguard, and said coldly, "You heard what you said just now. If I remember correctly, there is only one so-called 'shop' in this village. You, go smash it."

"Yes." The bodyguard did not question the silver-haired woman's order at all, bowed slightly, and walked out of the school.

???

Little Ashe watched this scene in disbelief, her brain froze, and she stammered: "I, I just want to change the real one, why—"

"This is real money."

The silver-haired woman shook the crumpled green paper in her hand, and said with a sneer, "Little fool, that proprietress thought you were a bully, so she just wanted to cheat you out of your money... It's rubbish that a kid is cheating out of even a dollar in his hand, I won't fight it." It would be nice to break her leg."

After a pause, she said again: "Don't worry, you won't be hurt. My subordinates are very smart and will find a perfect excuse to smash the store. No one will think that it has anything to do with you, unless you go out and make noise."

"Ah?" Little Ash stared blankly at the green paper, and after a while, said eagerly: "But, but if the canteen is gone, where can I go to read books—"

He has no intention of begging for mercy for the proprietress. Children also have a child's view of good and evil. The proprietress of the canteen behaves badly and swears all day long. She gives cigarettes and wine to the big bosses, but sells them to poor children. Expired snacks even made children eat them in the hospital and almost killed them. If she wasn't a relative of the village chief, she would have been beaten up long ago.

He also cursed more than once that the proprietress would suffer retribution one day, and lost a few teeth while walking, but now that the retribution really came, he reported it with the commissary, so what about his book?

Even if it is embarrassing to be kicked out like a dog by the proprietress, and occasionally beaten, the canteen is the only place in the village where there are books to read.

"Book?" The silver-haired woman looked at little Ashe with interest, "How old are you, literate?"

"The old principal's grandfather taught me before he died, so I can barely understand storybooks." Xiao Ai Xi counted on her fingers: "I am... well, I should be six years old this year."

"What should you mean?" The silver-haired woman frowned: "You have many birthdays... Forget it, pretend I didn't ask."

Halfway through the speech, the silver-haired woman realized something, with a gloomy look on her face.

——Of course, Little Ashe doesn't know her own birthday, because no one has ever given him a birthday.

"You want to read, don't you?"

After a long silence, the silver-haired woman let out a long breath, stared at little Aixi, and said lightly: "Are you interested in coming to my place to study for a few days? Anyway, I want to brush up my resume, instead of spending money to get dirty If I want to shake hands with my little beggar for a photo, it’s better to find an acquaintance and teach me the basics for a few days, so that I won’t have political enemies coming here to pick up my black material later.”

"Go, go to school?" Little Ash was stunned, and the next moment, his eyes seemed to release a shining brilliance uncontrollably, and something called curiosity seemed to have taken root in this child's heart from the very beginning, "It's like Is that how the old principal’s grandfather taught me to read?”

"I can teach you more." The silver-haired woman raised the corners of her mouth slightly, looking at the luster in the little boy's eyes with interest - at that moment, it was like a bird imprisoned in a dirty quagmire, after being washed by the rain, showing Out of glossy snow-white feathers:

"I have four doctorate degrees...Forget it, you probably don't know what a doctorate is, anyway, it's a hundred times better than your principal grandfather."

"But I don't have the money to pay for the tuition..." The light in Xiao Aixi's eyes quickly dimmed. He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Mom and Dad, it's impossible to give me money..."

"If these wounds were left to you by your parents, then I don't think you need to keep calling them mom and dad."

The silver-haired woman's eyes became gloomy again, then she snorted coldly and shook the green paper in her hand: "As for the tuition fee, this one is enough."

"That's all?" Little Ash stared blankly at the piece of green paper. Even if he had no idea about currency, he knew that the green paper with "1" printed on it could only buy one or two thin storybooks at most. And no matter how poor the primary school in the village is, the tuition fees must at least be many, many pieces of red paper corresponding to such a face value of green paper.

"I'm a teacher, so naturally I set the tuition fees." The silver-haired woman curled her lips and said impatiently, "Should I go up or not?"

"Up, up, up!" This time, little Ashe nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, his eyes lit up again, and this time, the light stayed for a long time and never went out.

"This is the look a child should have." The silver-haired woman stared intently at the luster in the boy's eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Get up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning to report."

"is teacher!"

……

……

For little Ash, a period of happiness beyond words began.

His father either does odd jobs or hangs out with alcohol all day long, and won’t come home until meal time, and his mother doesn’t care about him, except that every meal is cooked for him and placed on the table for him to take, almost all day. Without saying a word, he didn't have any friends in the village. Except for the three aunts, six wives and older children who saw him and laughed at him, they were almost like a mouse in the gutter, and no one cared about his life or death.

This was the source of his pain in the past, but now it has become a unique condition. As long as he bypasses the sight of outsiders and sneaks into the elementary school, he can stay there for a whole day and study for a day.

He learned a lot, a lot.

To be honest, the silver-haired woman is not an excellent teacher. She taught Ashe purely on a whim. In this poor village without internet, she was looking for ways to pass the time other than reading books. Naturally, she was not in the mood to find any enlightenment textbooks or arrange courses. .

The so-called teaching is completely idle and sheep-herding education. Give Ashe a stack of books, all kinds of books, let him read them casually, and ask if he doesn't understand.

After all, little Ashe is only six years old, and in many places, she is not old enough to go to school, so teach him seriously?how to teach?Do you start with word formation?How can she have that kung fu.

——but a miracle still happened.

Because little Ash is a genius.

A real genius, the kind that doesn't contain any moisture.

The silver-haired woman soon found out in astonishment that she just gave him a Xinhua dictionary, and he never asked questions about the meaning of new words, and even relied on it to forcibly gnaw a pile of tomes - Traffic In the underdeveloped remote mountain village, it is impossible to buy serious textbooks. The books given to him by the silver-haired woman are all works on various subjects that he is currently reading. Except for "The Little Prince" as a bedtime reading, the other most popular It is also the type of "Cambridge History of China". Most adults find it difficult to watch, but little Aixi... just gnawed on it so abruptly.

He looked up the words he didn't understand, and reread the sentences he couldn't understand. The background knowledge from scratch was explained to him by the silver-haired woman.

From the time she got the first book, little Ai Xi asked a question almost every minute. At first, the silver-haired woman was still thinking about answering casually while reading her own book, as if she were playing games with children, but she was soon caught by Xiao Ai. Xi was startled by his terrifying reading speed and comprehension ability. She couldn't help but sit beside him and read it line by line with him, wanting to see if the child really understood or was just asking random questions.

Then, her shock level was refreshed again and again.

"The amount of text you read in a day today is a month for a normal primary and secondary school student—and the quality of the text is far beyond that of primary and secondary school textbooks."

After the first day of teaching, the silver-haired woman said this to little Ashe.

Little Aixi couldn't understand her complicated tone, he only felt an unprecedented fulfillment, his life in the past six years seemed to be living in chaos, but today, chaos opened up, and a brand new world appeared before him.

Even though he still heard the violent sound of his father throwing things after returning home, he no longer buried his head in the quilt and covered his ears tightly as before, but closed his eyes with hope, and fell asleep in great exhaustion, even in the dream , Also filled with the fragrance of books.

For the first time, his world was bright.

The next day, the silver-haired woman got rid of her sloppy attitude. She took the regular primary school textbooks that she had bought by letting the bodyguards drive overnight to the nearest city last night, and began to teach Aixi systematic lessons seriously.

On the third day, she started teaching Ashe English.

This time lasted for ten days.

Chapter 93 My Light, My Sea

For little Ash, these ten days were the happiest time in his life.

Everything is a brand-new thing that has never been experienced before. The flat desk, bright lamp, ink-scented books, gorgeous pens, and the ocean of knowledge have never been displayed in front of him without reservation like this moment. travel.

He was like a dry sponge that had never seen water before, and was suddenly thrown into the sea, desperately absorbing every ounce of water, as if he was blissfully drowning.

Not only that, but most importantly, he also had human care and company for the first time.

The silver-haired woman who claimed to be Sicilian, his teacher, was the person who gave him the first touch of light in his life. After witnessing his reading efficiency from the first day, she gradually let go of everything around her and devoted herself to in teaching him.

She sits next to little Ash, reading with him, helping him to read, punctuating sentences for him, explaining unfamiliar concepts he has never been exposed to, correcting his pronunciation when learning English, and transcribing Chinese words in other books sentence after sentence. Translate it into English and read it to him.

She picked up the medicine box, regularly cleaned and replaced the gauze on his head, and applied wound medicine. She bought him clean clothes, comfortable shoes, sweet candies and delicious meals, and even when his injured arm was injured. Feed him with my own hands when it hurts on cloudy and rainy days.

She silently listened to everything about his past, listened to his recounting in a few words about the violence of the father, the indifference of the mother, the ridicule of the villagers and the bullying of the older children. Head, without saying a word, but gave him silent, soulful support.

she……

She is like a mother.

It was not the hostile mother who regarded him as a burden, and even occasionally retaliated with resentment, but those mothers who really loved their children and regarded them as flesh and blood that little Ash learned from textbooks.

It's so strange, the Xinhua dictionary says "mother" is a kind of blood relationship, he and the teacher obviously have no blood relationship, but he regards her as his mother, it's so strange.

But little Ashe didn't want to care about these details.

He is still too young, he doesn't understand love, he has never been loved, he has never had family, friendship or love, so naturally he can't distinguish them one by one. instinct, see her as a mother.

How many times, when the silver-haired woman pointed at the lines of the book and concentrated on explaining to him, little Ash couldn't help but stare at her unbelievably beautiful cheeks, staring almost greedily at her watery eyes.

Every time at this time, there is always a sense of guilt and fear that makes him shudder - the teacher is clearly teaching me so seriously, but I am distracted, I am so bad, if the teacher finds out what to do?Will she be angry?Will you drive me away?Will you never want to see me again?

Thinking of this, he could only use superhuman willpower to forcibly control himself to look away and focus on the book again.

But within a few minutes, such a thing will repeat itself.

He couldn't help himself.

Gradually, little Ashe learned a certain skill. He deliberately adjusted his reading speed. First, he finished learning a certain piece of content within tens of seconds, and then deliberately pretended not to understand, asked questions, and lowered his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly stared at the side face of the silver-haired woman, and listened greedily to her cold voice.

In 1 minute, he can look at her for ten seconds.

An hour is 10 minutes.

This is enough, really enough, for the little boy who has been living in hell in the past, it is enough for a ray of light to flow into his eyes, even if it is only for a moment, let alone for so long?

But this is not enough.

Because little Ashe knew a fact from the beginning, a fact that cannot be reversed.

——Teacher, you have to leave here after all.

She is a fairy from the sky, a goblin in the lake, and she was destined to live in two worlds with him when she was born. The current time is just a magic that is destined to end at midnight.