Two fools in the village

There is an idiot in our village. We call him an idiot because there is another idiot in the village who is older than him.

Few people remember the name of Er Fool. This nickname followed him like a shadow and never left. His surname is Yu, and he is the brother of my primary school classmate. He is one year older than us, but he is very old. He looks like an old man when he is less than forty years old, and his face is full of stories. Every time I meet him on the road, he always grins and giggles. He likes to ignore me when I talk to him, as if he didn't hear anything, and then turns around and walks away.

he wasn't like this when he was a child, definitely not. At that time, we often mixed together, fishing in the river, climbing trees to catch birds, chasing rabbits in the mountains, stealing corn in the fields, and doing all kinds of things that bored adults. The wildness of children in the mountains was clear to us. Although he sometimes says things upside down and does strange things, who doesn't do so for children who haven't gone to school yet?

he studies one year earlier than me.

He sat in the classroom with the children, and everyone had classes, classes and rest, then classes and classes, and so on. However, after a while, he became different. When others have finished learning the Pinyin Table, he can only write down a o e i u ü. When others can skillfully calculate addition and subtraction within 2, he still needs to break his fingers when calculating 3+6. He is the last in every exam, and his score has never exceeded two digits. The stupid boy from the bottom will never allow others to compare them. He feels ashamed.

He is the only one in his class. He is the only one in our school.

Later, he became my classmate. He failed the grade.

His condition still hasn't changed, and he scored single digits, ranking first from the bottom. He is not tall and should have sat near the blackboard, but the teacher put him in the last row of the classroom. The teacher bothers him. Students often make fun of him. They make up all kinds of jingles to laugh at him. He grins and doesn't care.

at the end of that semester, his mother took him home. He dropped out of school.

From then on, there was one less student in the school and one more laborer in the field. On the way after school, we often see him following his father. His father pushes a cart, and he pushes a car. They walk in tandem. The setting sun is still shining, and their backs are bleak.

Since then, the name "Two Fools" has haunted him, and he has become an alien in the eyes of children. We point at him, avoid him like a plague god, laugh and tell all kinds of stupid things he has done and said, and mentioning him at any time can always bring us a lot of happiness.

because of his brother, our group of children often visit his house. His father is a honest man, quiet, hardworking and capable, and his mother is a pretty daughter-in-law in the village. She is very kind to us. No matter how crazy we are, she never blushes.

Outside his house is an open field with all kinds of fruit trees and lots of sundries, which is a good place to have fun. We rolled on the ground, walked through the haystacks made of corn stalks, and jumped on the wheat straw stacks. Whenever this time, the two fools always copied their hands and watched from a distance, smiling at their corners of their mouths.

With people's supercilious eyes and ridicule, he became withdrawn and unsociable, and gradually he became a real fool. He was a loner, aloof from the world, and his silly giggle was his label. No matter what he did, everyone thought it was a joke, and people gradually ignored his existence.

After I entered junior high school, the burden of studying became heavier and heavier. I put away my stubbornness and all kinds of distractions, trying to be a good student. I devoted all my time and energy to books, and my life circle began to become narrow. I gradually ignored the former people and neglected the old stuff, but a lot of news would get into my ears from time to time.

two idiots are lame.

At that time, life in the countryside was inconvenient, and there was no solar energy or water heater. Bathing was a big problem for every household. The usual practice was to boil a pot of boiling water and hide at home and scrub it bit by bit. This kind of bathing is very restrained and not enjoyable. Only in summer can this problem be solved.

There are many rivers around the village, and there are also many places suitable for bathing. During the day, men bathe there, and at night it becomes a paradise for women. It is customary for everyone not to interfere with each other. This practice has been used.

It is said that the second fool ran to the woman's bathing place in the dark that day and poked his head out to peek. After being discovered, he didn't run. He stayed there stupidly, laughing and dancing. The group of women went crazy, punched him, gave him a fat beating, and his left leg was damaged. Up to now, he is limping.

Later, I went to high school, went to college, graduated, got married and had children, and I have been drifting away. Those things in my hometown are gradually drifting away from me. Every time I go home to visit my relatives, I always go around the village and visit the fields. It is difficult for me and my young children to get together. Like me, they live in the town, work hard outside and live a caring life.

But I meet two idiots every time. His life circle has never left the village. He travels back and forth in the fields, in front of the house and behind it for decades. He is like a frog at the bottom of a well, and the world he can see is only as big as the village.

The world is wonderful. It is changing rapidly and bizarre. There are all kinds of people here, and strange things are happening. Everyone laughs at others and is laughed at by others. The world is also very helpless. There are too many things that bother us and too many emotions that make us sad, but these wonderful and helpless things are irrelevant to the second fool. He dragged the lame leg from east to west and from south to north. He smiled stupidly, without worry or sadness. He lived in his own world and lived himself.