Halfway through the class, the teacher stopped, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip. It’s not easy to do this in this day and age.
"Okay, let's move on to the establishment of Germany's fascist dictatorship. In 1933, Hitler became Chancellor of Germany and the Nazi Party took control of the country, marking the formation of the European origin of the world war."
,,,,,,
Here it comes again, the teacher's fountain overflowing from the Yellow River, most of the students can no longer hold on, the boys have fallen down, sleeping like pigs, look at Gu Mu next to him, how many dreams have he had? There are only two of them,
Princess An and Luo Ziqi, they sit in the center of the teacher, as eye-catching as a landmark building. The girl sits quietly next to the boy next to her, the boy sits very straight, his eyes slightly closed, his long
Eyelashes are something that only belong to girls. They grow on him
That beautiful face is still so reasonable and the cooperation is perfect. The two of them are very close to each other, as short as the distance between Momo and I competing to listen to the old radio. I remember that there was a time when the school stipulated that there should be a gap between boys and girls.
There must be a safe distance of 33 centimeters. Once, Momo and I were listening to the radio with our heads close to each other, and we heard the sound of the fat director’s leather shoes, from far to near. Before we had time to look back, we only heard the director’s ground shaking.
The sound fell from the sky.
"What do you think happened to the children of your generation? Boys and girls hang around together. They don't know how to study seriously all day long. They only think about random things. Isn't it stipulated that boys and girls should keep a distance of 33 centimeters between each other?
Why are we so close? It’s so undisciplined!”
Momo and I were stunned by this sudden ideological education, but we immediately looked at each other, smiled, covered our mouths with our hands, and turned our heads together.
"Director, we are all girls."
The director's face immediately turned as red as a kindergarten teacher's red flower, and even the pimples on his face were covered up by the circles of blush.
"It turns out she's a girl. Then you should read carefully. I'm going to a meeting."
After saying that, we turned around and left faster than anything else. Just because of this, Momo and I had fun all day long, and that was what we were happy about.
Of course, that was a few years ago, and there was a thick layer of dust on it that couldn't be wiped clean for a while.
"Okay, that's the end of today's class. Tomorrow we will learn about the progress of the First World War through multimedia. Let's go down and prepare."
The bell rang at the right time, and the teacher walked out of the classroom quickly. The sound of stiletto heels was gradually dispersed by the air and lost its smell. The students became energetic and lively one by one. "In class, there is a worm, and after class, there is a train." It really lives up to its name.
.Gu Mu stretched and moved his neck.
"Look at this guy with backache and leg cramps. I've worked so hard. I love you so much. You just sat upright for a whole class? Is your waist not sore? Your back isn't painful? Your legs aren't cramped?"
"You just have backache and leg cramps! When did you change my name?"
"Just now, you didn't hear it! When I was sleeping just now, my eyes lit up like this, so love, it's such a good name! Are you right?"
"Whatever you want, I can't tell you anything anyway."
"Yunyunai, that guy is coming towards you."
"who?"
I looked up with a look of astonishment on my face. At this moment, standing in front of my desk was the boy who impressed me yesterday, a clean boy with the same surname as me. I looked at him and he looked at me.
, coffee-colored eyes, sparkling, one
Blinking seemed to be speaking. It was still the same white down jacket from yesterday, clean and spotless. Behind him was Princess An, standing one behind the other, the picture was frozen like this, the cold wind passed by from time to time, and the slightest trace of
Start.
"I put the flowers and invitations on the table."
"Invitation?"
I quickly pulled out my schoolbag, and sure enough there was a blue high-grade kraft paper invitation, which seemed to be the kind that could emit a light fragrance.
"We have a party at our house this weekend, you can come too." There was no doubt in his tone.
"I?"
"Yes! There is a time and place on it, and someone will pick you up then."
After Luo Ziqi finished speaking, he turned around and left, and Princess An also left.
"Xiaoya, why do you think Bei..."
"Stop talking, I won't listen, how could this happen? How could that bumpkin girl, Bei,,,, I hate her, hate her,,,"
The girl named Xie Xiaoya gritted her teeth and kept poking at the notebook with her pen, wishing she could knock the notebook down to the 18th level of hell, or maybe the 19th level if possible. She would turn her head and glare at me from time to time. I ignored it.
I continued reading, holding the invitation in my hand, not knowing where to put it.
"Bei, why did you even invite her?" the girl's gentle voice said.
"This is none of your business!"
"You never send invitations in person, and she is recognized by the whole school as someone who should be reformed. Why not only did you not come up with a plan this time, but you also told us not to take action. I don't understand, what is there about that gray-faced country girl that is worthy of your disclosure?
Maintained!”
Princess An trembled slightly, her face flushed, and she seemed a little angry.
"If you don't understand, don't ask so many questions. If I say that I fell in love with her at first sight, would you believe it?"
The look in Luo Ziqi's eyes told everyone his disdain, and he stood up and walked out.
"Bei, how could you do this!"
A beam of light lingered around me, and I raised my head. Princess An? She looked at me with a smile. The two small pear nests were perfectly inlaid. The drooping curly hair was slightly yellowed and was blown by the wind, which made her even more charming. The beauty is really
It's eye-catching. I looked at his big eyes, which were as eloquent as Luo Ziqi's eyes.
"Classmate, you must come to the weekend party. We all welcome you, and Bei has prepared exquisite gifts for you."
I watched her talking happily, smiling and sweet all the time. Girls like Momo no longer had Momo's quirkiness, but were replaced by noble and elegant princesses who came out of fairy tales. Unknowingly, my head started to ache.
I clicked it gently and smiled. If I remember correctly, I also have a small pear nest as big as hers.
"So love, that proud princess looks very much like you!" Gu Mu jumped back to his seat at some point.
"How is that possible? Your eyesight is too poor. Can I compare with her?"
"Why can't we compare? Don't always think that you are one level lower than others. There is no class distinction between people. Your eyes and dimples are very similar to hers, haven't you noticed?"
I shook my head vigorously.
"I didn't realize that her face is beautiful. Do you think I'm beautiful too?"
"Of course,,,,of course it's not beautiful, and it's ugly. To be honest, I really feel like you've lowered my level just by sitting here."
"Then ask the teacher to find another deskmate."
"Forget it, let me suffer myself! I can't bear to let others suffer like me!"
"You are really a good person! By the way, what is the name of Princess An?"
"Ambi Luo."
"Bi Luo, what a nice name, so high and far away."
"Why are you yearning for it so much? What's the use of having a nice name? It's like a peacock!"
"Don't they have capital?"
"Capital? Money? I also have money. Anyone can have money. That kind of thing will only make people sell some things, family, friendship, love,,,"
"Anyone can have money? But I don't. That thing can sustain life. Young men like you have never experienced it and will never understand it."
Gu Mu didn't speak anymore. He closed his mouth tightly and looked out the window without any expression.
At noon, I was sitting alone in the classroom eating a lunch box brought from home.
Take out Guo Jingming's "Sadness Turns into a River Against the Current", with a kraft paper cover and an ancient, silent and lonely atmosphere.
Sad story, sad name, sad ending.
Death is not a tragedy, life is worse than death is the real tragedy.
How can sadness flow back into a river? If it flows into a river, then they will flow downwards. Since sadness has flowed into a river, there will naturally be no sadness at all.
Even if you are not sad, you will cry, you will remember, and you will feel heartache.
I cannot be sad, I want to carve my grand youth with my hands.
Youth, the green grass that breaks out of the ground in spring, is thriving.
9 dreamland snow
The snow was blown to the ground by the wind, simply without any intention.
I passed strangers while walking on the road, and everyone walked in a hurry without any extra expressions. What would you do if you met Momo on the street one day? Before each other could react,
They ran away without a trace, but still looked into each other's eyes calmly and couldn't say a word with excitement. Or they hugged each other and burst into tears.
There are countless possibilities that I can outline with my imaginative mind, but I can't change anything. How sad it is for a person to be powerless.
I can’t think of so much anymore, I must find a suitable job today.
Romantic Pastry House
Our store is recruiting an employee, female, age 18~30, salary negotiable.
Contact person: Mr. Li
It was a really good job, and the environment was very unique. I stood at the door and lingered for a long time. Finally, I took a deep breath and opened the transparent glass door.
"Are you recruiting employees here?"
I asked cautiously, for fear of leaving a bad impression.
"Yes."
A middle-aged man came over, wearing white work clothes. He must have a mouth-watering butter fragrance! He looked at me and circled around me.
"What sweets do you usually eat?"
"I don't eat sweets."
"Then how do you describe the different smells of vanilla cake, chocolate cake, and strawberry cake? How do you make customers willing to buy them after listening to your introduction?"
I stood motionless, the nails of my right hand digging into my left arm, not knowing how to speak.
"Forget it, you can go. I think you are not suitable for this job. You are not a lover of desserts and you don't know how to evaluate sweets. So what do I ask you to do?"
The middle-aged man left after speaking.
"You can teach me, I can learn anything quickly."
"If you want to teach, I have already taught you what I have just done. Is it still your turn? How naive!"
I walked out of the shop in frustration, walked a short distance, suddenly thought of something, turned around and rushed into the cake shop again.
I visited several stores recruiting employees, but the bosses all looked fierce and picky. Finally, I stayed at a restaurant called Cupido. The proprietress was a kind, middle-aged woman, but she looked very young, not like...
The kind of person who does business purely for profit. Although he is not hired as a waiter, but as a cleaner behind the scenes, he is still very happy. He is a person who is good at satisfaction.
"Mom, I'm back."
"I'm back. Let's rest for a while. We'll start dinner soon." Mom's familiar voice came from the kitchen.
"Mom, I have a good thing, come out quickly." I pulled my mother and walked out.
"Look, isn't it beautiful?" I opened the packaging box gently.
One was light blue with small light blue chrysanthemums, and the other was lavender with an angel with white wings dancing on it. Mom didn't speak, she stared at the two small cakes intently. From the window
The incoming wind blew her hair, and I quickly got up and closed the window. When I turned around again, my mother's eyes were wet, as if they had been filled with sand, and were slightly red.
"Mom, I see how touched you are. This is not the first time your daughter has been so kind to you. Come and let's put this cute little thing into your belly together."
I picked up the spoon and put it in my mother's hand.
"Mom, eat quickly, and then we can eat the delicious food you made!"
"Kid, please don't buy such high-end things in the future. Your mother is used to eating cheap food."
"Okay, okay, just don't buy it from now on. By the way, Mom, how should I describe the smell of vanilla cake?"
"How would you describe the fragrance?"
My mother put down the cake she had just taken a bite of and went into the kitchen. I suddenly realized that I had made a very stupid mistake. It had been almost nine years! I hadn’t bought flowers in nine years, I hadn’t seen my mother use perfume in nine years, and I hadn’t seen my mother wearing perfume in nine years.
I haven’t smelled it for years. Nine years ago, my mother first heard the doctor say that I would lose my sense of smell because I had a high fever and didn’t seek medical treatment in time. The scene was when I wasn’t crushed by the giant growth rings.
The depiction was very clear. When I could no longer smell anything, my mother calmed down and stood quietly outside the door like a monument. She watched my grandma lead me into the house without moving a step. She was attracted by the strong smell of self.
I was so wrapped up in a sense of responsibility that I didn’t even have the courage to look at me. I was still young at the time, and I naively thought this was a good thing, so that I wouldn’t smell the stench when I went to the toilet. I held my mother’s hand and taught her the new dance routine.
I danced and showed it to her. She looked at me spinning and shed a lot of tears. The next day, the jasmine, orchids, roses, and even the little chrysanthemums that my mother loved were all moved away. It was the golden autumn, and the little chrysanthemums were in bloom.
They bloomed brightly, like little smiling faces clustered together, but my mother just asked people to move them away without even looking at them. The small green bamboos were replaced by some small plants that did not bloom. Gradually, I fell in love with them.
A dead tree, a tree that cannot bloom. Gradually, words such as smell and fragrance are also excluded from my sky. All people hope that they will be healthy in the eyes of others, just like all girls hope that they will be healthy in the eyes of others.
It's the same as beautiful. When I eat with my classmates, I will close my eyes and smell it, with an intoxicated look on my face, and say "it smells so good." I am healthy in the eyes of others and I can proudly say it with my chest.
Mom, I'm sorry, I won't ask next time.
The snow outside the window suddenly gets bigger and then gets smaller, just like people's moods that alternate between happy and sad. I want to be happy.
Smiling at the snow.
"Ai Ai, come home with daddy."
A middle-aged man stood in front of me, his kind eyes like the winter sunshine.
"dad?"
I looked at this strange man with fear and kept stepping back. The man came over and held my hand. His big and strong hand was indeed my father's hand in my imagination.
"Yes, Ai'ai's father has taken Ai'ai home."
I pulled my hand out.
"Where's mom? Will mom go too?"
"Mom is sick and can't go, so dad and Ai'ai go home together."
"No! If mom doesn't want to have sex, she won't go either!"
The man didn't say anything. He pulled me into the car and closed the door. I kept beating but couldn't open it. Through the car window, I saw my mother waving at the roadside, then walked in the opposite direction and disappeared.
, I lay on the glass window and kept crying, and kept crying.
"Mom, mom,,,,,"
"Ai Ai, you go with daddy, I'm leaving..."
"No! No!,,,"
I sat up suddenly, my hair was disheveled, the pillow was wet, and my hands were clenched into fists. It turned out to be a dream. I have always wondered why the feelings in the dream were so real.
The mistake is real.
A strange combination of circumstances makes separation between life and death even more painful. I wrote such a sentence before, and now I think it is right. Just as Rabindranath Tagore said, we are destined not to be together before we meet. One is in the sky, and the other is deep and shallow.
seabed.
The sound of clinking pots and pans came from the kitchen.
"Mom, what delicious food did you cook today?" I jumped up and walked behind my mother, rubbing her shoulders.
"Of course it's your favorite tea eggs."
"I love you so much." I leaned on my mother's shoulder.
"Okay, okay, go wash your hands and have breakfast right away. You are still acting like a spoiled child at such an old age."
"knew."
"Mom, I have to make up classes in the afternoon starting today, so I might be late getting home."
"Make up lessons? Why didn't Teacher Lin mention it last time?"
"Oh,,, this was just decided yesterday. The teacher said that I just transferred to another school and I might not be able to keep up with some classes."
"That's it,,,,,"
"Um."
I ran out of the kitchen as if to escape.
10 shocking snow
Wearing a white restaurant uniform, hair tied up high. This is really a very meticulously managed restaurant. The snow is still falling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the colorful neon lights have lit up bit by bit, and the eyes of people coming and going are twinkling.
, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. After working for a day, he let go of his tense nerves. He had his family waiting for him at home. Although he was very hard every day and the competition was fierce, he was still happy in his heart. It was a blessing to have someone waiting for him.
I am also very happy, my mother is waiting for me at home.
The landlady is a careful person, and she made the atmosphere of the restaurant warm and romantic. She also asked me to wash the dishes with hot water. Stacks of dishes were brought in. I washed them with a rag, and there was a thick layer of greasiness.
The bubbles of semen overflowed the basin, as white as snow, softer and lighter than snow, and stayed in this world longer than snow.
The sounds of the outside world gradually became quieter, my feet gradually became numb, and the number of dirty dishes next to me gradually decreased. I speeded up, scrubbing and rinsing vigorously. The bright white ceramic plates were as delicate as a beauty, and their appearance was slender and charming.
I stretched out, and it was very uncomfortable to open my arms at 180 degrees. It was a pleasant sight to clean things one by one.
Wearing a white restaurant uniform, hair tied up high. This is really a very meticulously managed restaurant. The snow is still falling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the colorful neon lights have lit up bit by bit, and the eyes of people coming and going are twinkling.
, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. After working for a day, he let go of his tense nerves. He had his family waiting for him at home. Although he was very hard every day and the competition was fierce, he was still happy in his heart. It was a blessing to have someone waiting for him.
I am also very happy, my mother is waiting for me at home.
The landlady is a careful person, and she made the atmosphere of the restaurant warm and romantic. She also asked me to wash the dishes with hot water. Stacks of dishes were brought in. I washed them with a rag, and there was a thick layer of greasiness.
The bubbles of semen overflowed the basin, as white as snow, softer and lighter than snow, and stayed in this world longer than snow.
The sounds of the outside world gradually became quieter, my feet gradually became numb, and the number of dirty dishes next to me gradually decreased. I speeded up, scrubbing and rinsing vigorously. The bright white ceramic plates were as delicate as a beauty, and their appearance was slender and charming.
I stretched out. The 180-degree open arms were very uncomfortable. Cleaning things one by one was really pleasing to the eye.