More than ten years later, my grandmother gave birth to a total of six children. My father was the youngest. The talisman was wrapped in a purse and hung on his body when he was born. After several decades, it was passed from hand to hand.
This talisman came to me again. I was very naughty when I was a child. I was only five or six years old at that time. I didn't take this talisman seriously at all. Fortunately, it was wrapped in a purse and hung around my neck with several red strings.
I didn’t lose it. After all, I still cherish this purse. But once I was greedy and exchanged my purse for a bag of popping candies with Qu Fatty from the neighbor’s yard. When I got home, my dad discovered it.
Dad didn't hesitate. After giving me a nasty beating, I personally gave Fatty Qu five yuan in exchange for the purse. When I got it back, he tied it around my neck and told me that if I lost it again, he would beat me.
Kill me.
Originally, I wanted to tell my dad that he wasted his money. A bag of popping candies only cost 50 cents, but looking at my dad’s angry face, I didn’t dare to speak. In this way, more than ten years have passed. My grandfather is here
I passed away when I was in the third grade of junior high school, and I went to high school in a daze. I remember it was when I was seventeen years old, which happened to be my second year in high school.
Because I wasn't good at studying, I just scribbled on textbooks all day long. My father saw me like this, so after graduation he simply sent me to a vocational high school in our county to take art classes. Those who originally went to vocational high schools were
They are people like me who cry when they hear about going to school. They come to this school just because they want to get a diploma, or if they are lucky, they can get into a second-rate university.
The reason why I went to high school was because I always fantasized about the short skirts that the girls in high school wore in the summer, hehehe. I believe that many of my peers thought the same thing, because the troubles of adolescent boys are
Powerful, always doing something rose-colored, the three years of high school life were full of corruption.
But when I got to high school, I found that many things are often unsatisfactory. There are beautiful women, and there are many. You have to accept that good wives are other people's truth. When I understood it, I was already in my second year of high school, and I realized, like
I have no money, and I am not handsome. If I could find a girl who was neither good-looking nor ugly to experience my first love, I would be worthy of Amitabha. But I lowered my conditions, but I am still single.
To talk about this matter, it’s actually quite embarrassing. You have to know that there are a total of eleven students in the art class I am in. There are only two males. The other guy besides me is very talkative. He is sent out.
No. Hermaphrodite. Even so, I haven't found a partner. You say I'm unlucky. Even though I look very ordinary and ordinary, the kind of person who can't be recognized in a crowd, but Jiubi
The ratio of two is such that no one likes me.
Fortunately, my two art teachers are very generous. The first time I met the teachers who asked us to smoke in class were these two teachers, Lao Jia from Bishop Drawing and Lao Zhang from Bishop Color. Together, they are almost 90 years old.
, but still got drunk every day, and gave us cigarettes when we were drunk. During one afternoon drawing class, the principal passed by our studio and found that we were eating melon seeds while drawing, while Lao Jia drank too much and was reading from the school books.
"Jin Ping Mei" came from the library. The principal asked him to come to the corridor to talk to him. As a result, after drinking too much, Lao Jia went out and slapped the principal twice before even saying a few words to the principal. The principal was beaten.
He was stunned for a while. When he asked Lao Jia why he hit him, Lao Jia only said one sentence, "I can't stand you pretending to be a coward!" After saying that, he went back to the house, picked up a stool, and rushed out. Fortunately, the principal ran fast and we were holding him.
Lao Jia told him not to impulsively destroy his job. Lao Jia cursed and went back into the room to continue watching his "Jin Ping Mei". But after he sobered up, he became afraid. He had to bite the bullet and take the initiative to apologize to the principal.
He seemed to be frightened, so when he saw him coming to apologize, he walked up the steps and said it was okay. When Lao Jia heard that everything was okay, he was overjoyed. He insisted on inviting the principal to drink, but the principal said nothing and didn't go, probably because he was afraid.
Lao Jia drank too much and beat him again. From then on, the principal never came to our studio again. We were happy and carefree.
So we have to admire our mentor's free and easy character. It made me feel that even though I don't have a girlfriend, I still enjoy a leisurely life.
It was a summer. This morning, Lao Jia and Lao Zhang told the eleven of us that today we would go to the countryside to sketch. I was happy when I heard it. Anyone who has studied art knows that generally speaking, summer and autumn are very suitable.
It is the season for outdoor sketching. But in name, sketching is actually about going sightseeing, eating, drinking and having fun. In the summer, if there are watermelons growing in the suburbs, we will go along with them. In the autumn, if there are corns growing in the suburbs, we will go and grill a few. Really
There are not many people who paint. This is just a high-sounding excuse for being lazy and not attending class. After hearing the news, the girls in the studio were chattering happily. Lao Zhang took me and Yang Xu, also known as the hermaphrodite.
Brother, I called him out and gave us money to empty the painting bag and buy some white wine, peanut sausage, seasoning, etc., and have a good meal at noon.
This painting bag is used to hold drawing boards. It is easy to carry more than ten bottles of beer in one bag, so we went to the warehouse near the school to purchase. After selecting the items, we carried the bulging bags to the carport to pick up the bicycles.
When we rode to the school gate, the girls from the studio and two old guys were already waiting for us there. A group of us rode to a beautiful river near a dam in the suburbs.
Speaking of this river, it is called the Bada River, which is a tributary of the Yalu River. As the name suggests, the river itself has many tributaries. Not far downstream is the Nen River. Due to the clear water quality, people still release turtles there to accumulate merit, but those
Most of the people who release the turtles are just making excuses for themselves, because they release them upstream, and the fishermen downstream will cast their nets to catch all the turtles again. Then they sell them to those who want to release them here. This river also has a local name,
It's called "Little White Tomb". I heard from an old man that during the Republic of China, there was a drought one year. There was no rain until July, and the water in the Bada River seemed to have bottomed out. Not to mention the people's crops, basically
After a year of nothing, I don’t know how many people will leave their homes and flee. One day in August, suddenly there was a thunderstorm in the sky, and then a white dragon fell down. It is said that this incident caused quite a stir at the time.
It was such a sensation that villagers from ten miles and eight villages came to see it after hearing about it.
It is said that the dragon was already dying when it fell to the ground. At that time, a capable man in a yellow hat came from nowhere and said that the dragon was originally the water god in charge of this area, but he violated the laws of heaven and was demoted.
It came down. It was no longer alive. After saying that, he asked everyone to get more straw mats and soak it in water to cover it first. The strange thing was that when people covered it, they found that it couldn't be covered at all. The more they covered it, the longer the dragon's body became. Then
A capable man quickly said, don't cover one end, start from the head and tail, and cover both ends. Sure enough, it was covered this time. After covering it, the dragon died. The capable man said again, no matter how you say this dragon
It is also a sacred object. Even if it dies, we have to bury it in water. So everyone beat the gongs and drums and sent the dragon into the Bada River that was about to dry up. Strange to say, as soon as the dragon entered the river, the sky
Dark clouds began to gather, and then it started to rain heavily. The water level quickly rose and covered the dragon's body. The people were overjoyed that they had been saved, and they looked for the capable man again. But he couldn't be found. Later, people passed it down that he
They are gods who come down to earth to guide people through difficult times.
Because a little white dragon was once buried in this river, people have called this river "Little White Tomb" since then. This is indeed a magical river, and there are many stories about this river, but
These are all things for later, let me explain them slowly later.
The air in the suburbs is very fresh. When riding a bicycle, the roads are green on both sides. The unknown wild flowers are at their most beautiful at this time. The fragrance of flowers mixed with the smell of earth comes towards you, and I feel very comfortable.
I listened to the hermaphrodites around me chatting animatedly with those chicks, while Lao Jia and Lao Zhang were thinking about which massage place to go to at night. I thought to myself, these ungrateful things, if only I had a partner now.
Well, sitting behind my bicycle, holding me with both hands, and matching this scene, it would be so sexy. But when I returned to reality, I realized that there was only a heavy painting bag behind the seat.
About noon, we arrived at the Bada River. Lao Jia and Lao Zhang said to us: "Well, the girls should pack up. Those who can draw can paint for a while, and those who don't like painting will be dismissed and can move freely. Don't
Get in the water and don’t go too far. The man is packing his things and getting ready to cook.”
Hearing what he said, Yang Xu and I were not happy, after all, in this class, apart from being slaves, we had no privileges as men. So I said to Lao Zhang seriously: "
Teacher Zhang, aren’t we here to sketch? Being in such beautiful nature, I also want to draw! Can you realize how strong my pursuit of art is at this moment?”
Lao Jia was unambiguous and kicked me on the butt, "Draw a fart. When did you draw it? I don't know you yet? Go and catch a toad for me!" Lao Jia said cursingly.
I was speechless, covered my buttocks, and Yang Xu started looking for the creek by the river. I thought to myself, it turns out that Lao Jia is not stupid sometimes. He saw through my trick so easily.
The toad that Lao Jia asked us to catch was not a toad. It was a kind of frog found in the creek next to the river. It was very delicious and tender after being caught and roasted over the fire. It is perfect for drinking wine.
June and July are the time when they breed. The numbers are astonishing. Another trick to catch them is to take off your shoes and walk into the water to splash. When a stream or puddle passes by, the water will suddenly change.
The frogs hiding in the muddy rocks or sand will come out after being frightened. At this time, don't do anything, but wait for them to be quiet, and then take action quickly after spotting it. It is basically foolproof. After catching it, throw it hard on the shore.