She is a little girl who loves to smile, small in stature with a small face. When she smiles, her small eyes disappear, and her voice is as pleasant as the sound of silver bells.
At that time, I was living in a small village called Yuantou, with my grandma.
The ups and downs of childhood, I won't go into detail here. Anyway, because my parents were often away, I had no one to rely on except my grandmother, which made me vulnerable to the bullying of my cunning and fierce aunt.
At that time, I was in first grade. Because I was not very tall, I sat in the front row. But there were still kids smaller than me who sat even closer to the front, like Chunxiang.
Chunxiang and my uncle's house are in the same alley, so every time I go to my uncle's house, I go to her house to play. We often catch fish and shrimp by the small river on the west side of her house. She likes to eat a small bowl of rice at noon, which we also call noon tea.
The story starts with Chunxiang and the relationship with flooding.
I remember when we were young, it was a very small school, with only four tile-roofed houses (one of which was an office, the other two were large classrooms for grades 1-4, and the smallest one was for the kindergarten), and a playground of about 40 square meters.
On the south side of the playground, there was a rice mill, which was called a mill, but it was actually just a small red brick house of about 10 square meters.
On the south side of the house, next to the river, is our toilet. It's a big tub with a wooden board on top. When you sit on it, it wobbles a bit, so you have to hold onto the rope on one side every time. One day, in the storytelling class, I can't remember exactly what story was being told.
Two classes, which is to say two grades of children, were crowded on the playground, gathered around the young teacher Mei Ling, listening attentively to her storytelling.
Suddenly, I had to pee urgently, without asking for permission, I hurriedly ran to the restroom.
Just around the bend from the rice mill, I caught a whiff of a foul stench, and then I saw Chunxiang struggling desperately in the cesspool.
But when she saw me, she couldn't even scream.
I was stunned at the sight of the manure pit in the countryside, which was estimated to be as tall as an adult. Not to mention that the girl was unusually small, even the older children couldn't reach the bottom.
After a few seconds, I reacted and quickly ran to call Teacher Mei Ling. As she ran over, she grabbed a pole from the entrance of the rice mill and told me to go call other teachers.
Finally, Chunxiang was rescued.
After that, the nearby children often teased Chunxiang. Chunxiang always blushed and pouted, then ran away.
After that, when I was a little older, I went to my hometown to study. The school there was spacious and bright, and then I just kept studying until I went to another place to attend high school.
During the busy days of my senior year in high school, when I was preparing for a physical examination.
My mother brought me some clean clothes and, as she was leaving, hesitantly told me that Chunxiang had passed away.
At that time, I was 17 years old and hadn't thought about what it meant to leave.
I asked my mother where she had gone. Because the last time I went to my grandmother's house, I met her. She said she didn't go to high school, but went to a teacher's college. In another six months, she would be able to intern at the elementary school in town.
Mother said he's dead.
At that moment, I felt a sudden inexplicable pain in my heart, it hurt a lot. Mother was afraid of affecting my college entrance examination, so she didn't go into details and hurriedly left.
After the college entrance examination, I went to my grandma's house for the summer.
Speaking of Chunxiang, grandma just sighed and said that early that morning, while it was still dark, Chunxiang rode her bike to the town's elementary school to register.
The result was that she didn't have time to get out of the car on the bridge that led to the main road. In the struggle between exerting force and hesitating to get out of the car, she and the car both fell into the river. After a struggle, she ultimately didn't make it out.
The body was salvaged and placed at the funeral parlor. On the day when Grandma went to see her, she was covered with yellow paper, and a red flower was pinned to her black hair. The flower swayed in the breeze from the fan, making Grandma, who had seen everything over the years, feel a chill in her heart.
Grandma said, "It's because Chunxiang was still so young, only 17 years old. It's hard to bear that such a vibrant life has passed away."
I have always been thinking, is Chunxiang holding a grudge against the water, or is she being haunted by water ghosts, always coming into conflict with water.
When I encountered her that time when I was young, but why hasn't anyone been able to encounter her this time, and help her?
Talking too much is of no use, I just hope Chunxiang can rest in peace soon!
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