Chapter 5: 3 has a bookstore

　　Pingyang Mansion is a thousand-year-old town on the bank of Fenshui, and it is also an important town in southern Shanxi. The long history has accumulated rich resources for this land, and has also deposited heavy humanistic nutrients.
　　 For more than ten years, with the development of underground resources, the ancient culture that has been silent in history has gradually revived. The private school, this kind of antique in the old paper pile, is loved again by people.
　　 Sanyou Private School is such a refurbished old antique.
　　 This private school is located in a bookstore at the bottom of the street in Yunhua Community.
　　The name of the bookstore is Sanyou Bookstore.
The school teacher is also the owner of this bookstore. His surname is Wu. He is short and chubby. He wears a pair of black-framed round glasses. He is accustomed to greet people with his fists. This gives him an inexplicable respect in the entire community. , Is called "Mr. Wu" by everyone.
　　 Mr. Wu’s private school is very small, with only one husband and one student.
　　 is Mr. Wu.
　　The student is a boy from a household in Yunhua Community, named Zheng Qing.
　　 Yunhua Community is a model building community developed by the Pingyang Municipal Government in the 1990s. Although from the current point of view, the scale of this community is indeed small, with only nine residential buildings; but the geographical location of this community is excellent.
　　 To the east of the community is a prosperous commercial street, across the east gate of the community, facing the largest supermarket in the city. There is a Pingyang College in the west of the community, which is the only institution of higher learning in Pingyang City; to the south of the community, is the provincial key middle school, Pingyang Experimental Middle School; next to the experimental middle school, is the province’s premier private school, Jinnan Middle School. Coupled with the city-owned key elementary school across the street, students in the community with poor luck need not walk the distance between birth and graduation from university.
　　 Zheng Qing felt that he was only one step away from the legendary life.
　　 The elders in Zheng Qing's family have many school teachers. My grandfather is a professor at Pingyang College. My father works as a teacher at Jinnan Middle School next to the community. My mother works as a teacher at Pingyang Primary School across the street from the community. Other uncles and aunts are also active in these teaching buildings. As long as he can remember, he has been listening to the piercing bells in school. A little older, he ran around the playgrounds in several schools.
　　 But no matter how he runs, his life seems to be locked in this playground and teaching building.
　　Circle.
　　 Zheng Qing mentioned a heavy brush and wrote the word on the white rice paper.
　　 "Concentrate! Don't forget what you are here for!" The wooden ruler in Mr. Wu's hand slammed the table lightly, making a oozing sound.
　　 Zheng Qing took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to free up his thoughts, trying to trace the post in front of him.
　　 In fact, at the very beginning, Zheng Qing practiced calligraphy with his grandpa. As an old-school intellectual, Professor Zheng not only writes good handwriting himself, but he also has strict demands on the younger generation.
　　 Before the age of six, he memorized ancient poems, ranging from three hundred thousand to three hundred Tang poems, and then to the words, music, and ancient prose selected by the old professor himself. When learning to speak, I began to learn to recognize words and memorized classics. Zheng Qing and his other cousins ​​and cousins ​​started a difficult and seemingly endless endorsement career under the ruler of the old professor.
　　 Day after day, no Sunday, no winter and summer vacation.
　　 When I was six years old, I didn’t just endorse, I started to learn to write.
　　Starting from holding the pen, one point, one horizontal, one stroke, and one stroke, between the dotted lines of the field, filled with Zheng Qing's boring childhood; in the inkstone pond, Zheng Qing's tears of suffering were soaked.
　　 was pulled up from the bed on time at 6 o'clock in the morning and started practicing morning stickers. The fifty characters should be written before breakfast; morning recitation should be started after breakfast, and the designated chapters should be memorized at midday, and then practice a few large characters. After lunch, take a nap at half an hour, and continue to endorse and practice calligraphy after getting up; after dinner, it will continue to endorse and practice calligraphy. At nine o'clock exactly, I was driven to bed. This time of the day until before going to bed is when Zheng Qing is happiest.
　　Because he can think freely, he doesn't need to practice Chinese characters or memorize ancient Chinese.
　　 But thinking about it is very sad.
　　 Every time Zheng Qing falls asleep after cranky thinking, Zheng Qing always enters a messy dream. It seems that the ink-washed landscape paintings are ethereal and abstract, making people unable to capture, but they are chasing after them.
　　 Whenever he wakes up from such a dream, he always yells, sweats all over, and tends to wilt for a day or two. The family only treats him as a nightmare, so take care of him carefully, and the corresponding homework will be relieved for a day or two.
　　 For Zheng Qing, these days are like holidays.
The days of 　　魇 were met but not desired after all.
　　 When he was relatively young, it was difficult for Zheng Qing to enter this dream, and he would only get a nightmare in about half a year. Perhaps it was a strong desire in my heart. As he got older, Zheng Qing’s nightmare situation became more frequent and the situation gradually worsened.
　　 At first, he just woke up yelling. Then gradually, he started sleepwalking. Sometimes when he woke up in the morning, he would be horrified to find himself sleeping on the top of the cabinet at home, and he had no impression of how he got up; sometimes, he would sleepwalk on the balcony, and then Sing an unintelligible song, and then crawl back to bed in silence; sometimes, he would touch his brush in the middle of the night and squeak to draw a large number of weird symbols.
　　 Accompanied by the nightmare that gradually became severe, Zheng Qing began to suffer from headaches.
　　 At the beginning, the family thought he was trying to hide, and didn't pay much attention. But to be on the safe side, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com also went to a special hospital in the city to take a film. The doctor did not see any problems. It could only be attributed to the stress of the child and the need for work and rest.
　　 It wasn't until one day that Zheng Qing started hitting the wall with his head to relieve his headache, that made his family feel nervous. Professor Zheng looked for his old classmates and took Zheng Qing to the provincial and capital cities. He visited famous hospitals but couldn't find any problems. However, Zheng Qing's headaches were getting worse every day.
　　 Finally, Professor Zheng followed the advice of an old friend and asked Zheng Qingjing to regain her feelings and relieve her condition in a conservative way. After returning from the capital, Zheng Qing no longer needed to get up and go to bed on time, no need to endorse, no need to practice Chinese characters.
　　 But this way of total relaxation did not improve the situation, but made him have more headaches.
　　 At that time, Zheng Qing was eight years old.
　　 It was also in the spring of that year that Mr. Wu came to Yunhua Community with those round black-framed glasses, and opened this old-fashioned Sanyou Bookstore at the No. 3 bottom shop facing the street.
　　Professor Zheng is an old-school intellectual, and Mr. Wu from Sanyou Bookstore also happens to be a well-educated cultural person. After coming and going, the two old men became close friends in painting and calligraphy.
　　 On a certain weekend afternoon, Zheng Qing followed the old man to Sanyou Bookstore again. Professor Zheng and Mr. Wu made a pot of tea and discussed Zhang Zhongjing's "The Synopsis of the Golden Chamber". Zheng Qing took a copy of "Harry Potter" and read it cheerfully.
　　 When seeing the lightning scar on Harry's forehead caused him a severe headache, Zheng Qing seemed to feel the same way. It seemed that he had a headache, and his mood suddenly became worse. Sighing, closing the book, Zheng Qing shook his head, only to find that the illusion-like headache turned out to be real.
　　 A severe headache hit suddenly, Zheng Qing had only time to hum a "headache", then rolled his eyes, fainted in front of the two old men, and began to twitch.