More than a year later, I returned to my alma mater to attend the 70th anniversary of my school anniversary. I remembered the cool summer of my second year of high school. The bad luck seemed like a stone flying from the sky. Every piece hit me unbiasedly, pushing me successfully On the verge of being expelled from school. I really think that these bad luck from the sky was brought about by the "flattery" that Lao had given to his husband.
Things start from the first day of high school entrance. I taught us the first class to my husband. As the head teacher and math teacher, this class was very ridiculous. He first wrote the three words "Tai Runfu" on the blackboard, and then said: "My name is Tai Runfu. The ancestor of the Tai family was the important minister of the ancient Emperor Yao -- Houji ; " Shuowen " The above said that because of his contribution to the governance of agriculture, Emperor Yao named him the monarch of Tai State, and his descendants took Tai as their surname. Fu is a pictographic character, like there are seedlings in the field. The original meaning refers to a field with vegetables, which is the ancient Chinese. Character . Runtong and moist. The garden needs to be nourished by water, so my father gave me this name. My ancestors were the countryside managers, and I was the 'gardener'. My job did not insult my ancestors, and I am worthy of the name given to me by my father. However, this is not important anymore. In the school, teachers and students do not call me by my name, but by Mr. Lao Qi. If you are interested in calling me, I am very happy." Name, he drew a person's abdomen on the blackboard, focusing on the six-pack abdomen. He said: "If you have six packs of abdominal muscles bulge, it means you are very healthy." After that, for the remaining dozens of minutes, he actually memorized a passage of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". At that time, there was a copy in my schoolbag, so I quickly took it out to compare it, and it turned out to be a word. When the bell rang after class, he said to the bell ring, "It is very important to master the learning method of in the , and the get out of class is over." After
, all of our classmates were stunned. . First, I am amazed at the rich knowledge and amazing memory that Mr. Lao gave him. Second, I think Mr. Lao’s approach is incredible. A class teacher did not formulate class rules, talk about precautions for life, etc. Instead, he talked about seemingly insignificant things. I think it doesn’t seem to be a thankful thing to meet such a class teacher. But there is one thing that is very certain. Since then, we have also called him Mr. Lao.
After all, the performance of Mr. Lao was not as pessimistic as we imagined.
The old man gave the husband a dark face, thick and hard hair, and a short and strong figure. When he walked, he held his head and chest high, his steps were firm, and his whole body smelled like a cannon. Judging from Mr. Lao Qi's love of spicy flavors and Mandarin with Sichuan accent, Mr. Lao Qi seems to be from Sichuan . He used " Trump " to pronounce logarithmic English, which should have been pronounced as "Lao Ge", but he pronounced as "Lao Gi". When the students heard this, they felt a strange and spicy taste, so they gave him the nickname "Old to Mr.". Later, the teachers found out and even shouted. As time goes by, Mr. Lao Qi, the nickname full of Sichuan flavor, has been widely popular in the school. The name Tai Runfu has only appeared on the accountant's salary list and the school's roster.
He was like a machine with time set in class. The sound of leather shoes was accurately followed by the sound of shattered bells, and then walked down the podium with the same bells. He never reads lecture notes and does not use compass, rulers, and semicircle instruments to draw pictures. Draw a circle with three fingers and pinch the chalk, and use the elbow as the fulcrum. The circle drawn is even more round than the one drawn by compass; draw a triangle, trapezoid, parallelogram, , rectangle, square and other patterns composed of line segments. Of course, Not to mention, it is as natural as breathing. No matter how difficult the math problems you ask him, he will stand by your desk, closing his eyes slightly to let you read the questions to him. No matter how complicated the question is, as long as you read it once, it seems that it does not need to be comprehensively processed by the brain after listening. Just stand there calmly and calmly and can tell you multiple ways to solve the problem.
stood at the desk to teach questions, which seemed to be a signature posture for Mr. Lao. I "flattered" him once.
That day was Lao’s math class for Mr. From the time I walked onto the podium by Mr. Lao, I started to feel a vague urge to pee, until he walked out of the classroom with his head held high and his chest raised, and the urge to pee was uncontrollable. I came back with a fire and took advantage of the excretion to return to the classroom. I saw the two rows of desks in the middle surrounded by people like iron buckets, one of them lay on the desk with his round butt sticking out. I think it should be the "flatter" of Ma Yuewen, the physics representative. Ma Yuewen's father was selling big cakes at home, and the dry food he brought back from home on Sunday was all fragrant big cakes. At that time, we brought dried melon pancakes mixed with cornmeal, and took a small bite and a large bite. In addition, the pickles are salt grains that are fried with noodles, and they are filled with them and are hard to swallow when they are held in their mouths. In our eyes, Ma Yuewen's yellow and scorched cake is the current Manchu and Han banquet. Fortunately, Ma Yuewen did not let down the nutrition of the "Manchu and Han chess". He was short and long, with small heads and big butts. He wore a blue and white navy shirt and looked like a mountain zebra growing on the mountains of Africa. Those two round butts look like a pair of fat horses. Based on this, we nicknamed him African flattery. He and I are good brothers, so I tried my best to slap his African flattery and shouted loudly, "I'll flattery!" After a snap, The "flatter" trembled, like a cold war after urinating hot urine in a cold day. Afterwards, his butt twisted to the side, he turned his head and looked at me and said, "Xiatian, who are you flattering?" The students were stunned and frozen for a few seconds. When I saw that it was Mr. Lao Qi. There seemed to be a gushing blood on his face. He stammered, "Old...teacher, I...I...I thought it was Ma Yuewen." Mr. Lao Qi had a stern face. Without any expression, he lay back on the desk and said, "Can you just slap Ma Yuewen's 'flatter'?" All the students laughed. Then, the old man continued to teach the questions to the teacher. I think I must be very angry when I give this expression to Mr. Not long after this incident, our class suddenly changed a physics teacher. This teacher’s surname is Gu, and his name is Chao, and he is a college student. He is thin and tall, with white skin, and has hair three times a month. He often has blue and white hair on the base of his neck. He looks gentle and kind, and seems to be very knowledgeable. But after a few classes, I was exposed. He couldn't even explain the examples in the textbook. Every time he went to class, he was more eagerly looking forward to the end of get out of class than we did. When we asked him questions in class, he pretended to be unable to hear them. Once, I took advantage of him walking to the front and said loudly, "Teacher, I don't understand this example." Teacher Gu didn't even look at me, then turned around and left. The students in our class all thought that Teacher Gu was not good, so several people from the class committee jointly gave advice to the old man and asked him to ask the principal to change the teacher. The old man agreed generously to the gentleman. However, he found the principal several times, and the principal was in trouble. At that time, the faculty was insufficient, and the principal was stretched to arrange troops. The principal said in embarrassment that he could not replace it for a while. Lao Qiu was anxious. He found paper and pen and copied the full text of "Han Yu's Teacher Talks " in the Yan style regular script that he was good at, and respectfully hung it on the opposite wall of the principal's desk. The principal understood what he meant, so he had to mobilize the director of the teaching department, Mr. Ling Kefeng, to take the physics class and replace Gu Chao. The whole class was very grateful to Mr. Lao Qi and unanimously recommended me to write on the blackboard: Who dares to speak up for justice? I am the only one who can give it to the sir! Because I imitated the fonts of Mr. Lao Qi's husband, I couldn't refuse, so I had to write them on the blackboard.
The old man came to the podium with his head held high and raised his chest. He saw the words on the blackboard at a glance. He was furious and slapped the blackboard wiper on the podium. He knew that the word was written by me, so he called me to the blackboard and stood for one class.Before the get out of class was over, Mr. Lao Qi said very sternly: "Do you students know why I am punished by Xia Tian? This behavior is actually a matter of using my reputation of being righteous and flattering. This trend is for you to go in the future. Young people in society have all kinds of harm but no benefits. This trend cannot grow, be unsupported, and cannot tolerate it. Remember! "After class, he also removed my math class representative.
I was very dissatisfied with the old man's punishment and the removal of my math class representative, and thought he was secretly retaliating against me. One day, I told Ma Yuewen what I thought. Ma Yuewen shook his fat little head and told several stories that Lao Hu had given to his husband.
Old man wrote beautiful brush calligraphy to the husband, with beautiful muscles and willow bones, strong and powerful. The principal was amazed after seeing it and asked him to rewrite the door signs in the office and classroom. Mr. Lao Qi flatly refused and said, "My handwriting is not used to write door signs." The principal was well aware of Mr. Lao Qi's temper and laughed. Got it off. However, at the end of the year, he took the initiative to write a Spring Festival couplet to a blind man living next to the school: The wood door opened in the morning to welcome the sunrise, and the night was not enough to hold the lights and be clear in his heart. Horizontal banner: Beautiful in spring breeze. The principal passed by and saw the couplet. He recognized it as Mr. Lao Qi's handwriting and shook his head helplessly. Later, the teachers joked about him secretly, and the principal gave him a chance to show his face, but wrote to the invisible person, tsk!
Once, Lao gave his wife back to his parents' home. Because he hadn't given birth to a child for his husband and wife, he was the only one left in the family. Lao Qiqiu burned a pot of water on the honeycomb coal stove because he was anxious to close the stove in class. I was talking in class for a while and then I remembered it. Mr. Lao Qi finished the lesson calmly. When I got home, the aluminum pot had collapsed on the honeycomb coal stove and turned into an ugly aluminum bump, burning the surrounding air trembling.
I said to Ma Yuewen: "You and I are all students who are always here, why have I never heard of these stories?" Ma Yuewen said mysteriously and proudly: "You don't have my advantage in this. My old man beats me. Many teachers like to eat the big cakes. Every time they go home to bring dry food here, some teachers will greet me and ask me to bring a few of them. After a while, the teachers and I will go there. Being familiar with it, these stories are heard from the teachers' mouths. "I said, "No wonder the teachers treat you very well. It turns out that you gave the teacher a gift with the old man's blood and sweat. I'll definitely give the teacher a promise. I also got your benefits." Ma Yuewen's face turned red suddenly and his tone improved. He said, "Summer, who are you? Mr. Lao Qi has eaten my big cake. At first, I wanted to refuse to accept it. The two of them pushed him back and forth, but it was only when his aunt told me a story that I received. My aunt said that once he went to the supply and marketing agency for his husband. When he bought fried dough sticks in the hotel, the waiter calculated the bill and asked him five cents for more. After he got home, he rode his bicycle to deliver it to others. When he arrived at the hotel, the manager of the hotel happened to be there, and he didn't think much about it, so he shouted. He said he had found too much money. How could the waiter admit it while guarding the manager? If he admits, he will have to deduct his salary. People don’t admit that it is so. He couldn’t tell the truth, and he stared at him and said, “I’m just a stubborn donkey.” He insisted that he had made the wrong money, but he called him crazy. After he came back, he was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet and said that it was unreasonable and irrational! Later, he Going to buy fried dough sticks, it happened to be the waiter. He mentioned that matter again. The girl blushed and explained the reason to him and apologized. He forced the five cents to give them again, and he was happy to go home. It's amazing." Ma Yuewen seemed a little excited when he said this. After pausing for a while, he seemed to calm down his emotions, and then said, "Mr. Lao Qi is a little stubborn, rigid and serious, but it is impossible to be as petty as you said." I think this guy Ma Yuewen is very worldly. He must have made up these anecdotes to me by making up the messenger. I swear in my heart that I will find a way to tease Mr. Lao.
finally waited for two opportunities.
In the winter of this year, the school divided the coals to roast. He asked Ma Yuewen and I to help him. We went late, and some teachers had already said that they had left coal, so they picked out gangue and put it aside. I picked some big gangue, and when I loaded the bags, I mixed the crushed coal and put six pieces in each bag. Ma Yuewen asked me, isn’t this good, right? At that time, we all wanted to get a household registration exam. We studied very hard, but we just hung our heads and thrust our heads. We wanted to squeeze out the water. Who still focused on exercising our body? Mr. Lao Qi often knocked us out of the classroom and asked us to go to the playground to exercise our "six pack abs". I grimaced at Ma Yuewen and said that this was Mr. Lao's "six pack abs". Afterwards, his wife set up a stockpile and poured coal in. When she saw that almost half of them were coal gangue, she made a big fire and couldn't curse ten "idas". Mr. Lao Qi was not convinced and argued, "Wife, please calm down." The coal gangue also came out of the coal! My wife glanced at the old man and said, "The chaff still comes from the millet, can it be eaten as rice?" Mr. Lao Qi had to say something he didn't understand, of course, maybe... to make excuses.
It was noon in summer. When I came back to the kitchen to get food, I suddenly found an privet tree beside the wall of the school. The oval leaves were shining with leathery light, and there were many small fingernails lying on it. Large spicy . The spicy hot chili are attached to the dark green leaves, like a bulging abdominal muscles on the abdomen. When I was a child, I don’t know how many times I had been pricked by its poisonous stings. The place where I was pricked was pricked, and the stinging pain and itchy for many days. I felt happy and found a leaf with six spicy chili lying side by side along the leaf veins. Mr. Lao Qi has an 80% new Da National Defense Bicycle. The car wrapped the beams and handlebars with green tape, and a corduroy red seat cover was placed on the seat, and there was a circle of yellow tassels on it. When they ran, the yellow tassels were right between the crotch. Floating rustlingly. While I was having lunch for my husband, I secretly placed the leaf with the raised "six abdominal muscles" under the corduroy seat cover. The next day, when Mr. Lao came to class, I saw him walking on his legs, very much like an old duck staggering. I felt waves of gloating in my heart.
In class, I finished the example questions to my husband and asked me to do an exercise on the blackboard. I walked to the blackboard and saw a piece of white paper on the podium, with six hot chili lying on it, like six deflated abdominal muscles. I realized that the thing I did was exposed, and I felt a little scared, thinking that I must have eaten my good fruits now. I held the scoundrel who was not afraid of boiling water and forced myself to calm down and finished the exercise. Lao Qi praised me immediately and said nothing else.
This is often the case in the world. There will be a first time, there will be a second time, and there will be a third time. As the number of times becomes a habit. This summer, I carried out another retaliation. However, this time the revenge is not Mr. Lao Qi, but Miaoshan Village. This matter has to start with copying the shortcut.
Zhucheng No. 3 Middle School is only three miles away from our Qilihe Village. All the students in our village went to school in the day school and took the shortcuts from the Sanjiezi farmland in Miaoshan Village. The cadres in Miaoshan Village were really worried about preventing students from tracing shortcuts. They have used all methods such as siege, chase, block, and interception. Because students are as willful and tenacious as weeds, these methods have never achieved good results. In the autumn of my first year of high school, Miaoshan Village changed a new village party secretary named Dong. I heard that this person was decisive in his work, and most cadres were afraid of him.
When the world's evening self-study was studied, the sky was like an endless black curtain, which suddenly dropped to the top of the head, sprinkling dense snow particles randomly. When our group of six or seven students were about to walk out of the wheat field, more than a dozen young men suddenly jumped from the small canal on the side of the ground, holding sticks like rolling pins in their hands, blocking our way.One of them seemed to be the leader, and asked with a fierce face why we took the shortcut and how to deal with the broken wheat seedlings? I was a little arrogant and said with courage. Mr. Lu Xun said that there was no road in the world, and when more people walked, it became a road. As soon as he finished speaking, a strong man came over and grabbed my collar and punched me when his chest. I felt a hammer-like pain in my thin chest. I covered my chest and never dared to say anything again. Seeing this, the other students no longer dared to say anything, but just stood there blankly. The final result was that they plundered each of us, either hats, scarves, and some schoolbags.
They plundered my long purple scarf. In the days after the scarf was removed, it was the time when the heavy snow melted. It was said that the snow was warm and the snow was cold, and the world seemed to have turned into a large ice cellar. I felt like my upper body was wearing a bamboo tube. The cold wind shaved around my neck like an ice skate, and then it shaved unimpededly to my chest and abdomen. The blood around my body seemed to stop flowing because it was frozen. The two thin ones exposed outside were exposed. The ears seemed to be theirs either. My mother saved up enough two eggs, sold them, and bought a new scarf. Even so, it was too late, and I still had frostbite on my ears, which was painful and itchy. From then on, I became angry with Miaoshan Village.
After returning to school during the summer vacation, I arranged for my husband that Ma Yuewen and I, who were closer to the school, each brought a hoe from home to the weeds on the playground. On the way home with a hoe after using it, the corn on both sides of the path was spitting out flowers and spitting out beards, and the hunchback of the tent was filled with the noise and commotion of the nurturing. I suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity to take revenge on Miaoshan Village, so I poured the corn into a few pieces. Seeing the corn lying down along the road disrupting the sunset, as if the battlefield after the fierce battle, I felt a sense of turbid breath.
The next day, two students from my village who were one level shorter than me stopped me on the small bridge behind the village and said, "Don't take a shortcut again." Yesterday I don't know who dumped the corn from Miaoshan Village. A lot. The people from Miaoshan Village were pulled by a tow truck and crossed the school gate, asking the principal to find out who destroyed the corn. They also sent seven or eight people, holding sticks, waiting for students who were taking shortcuts. I suddenly became scared and covered in cold sweats, knowing that I had caused a big disaster. When I arrived at the school gate with great worries, I saw most of the trucks piled up with corn stalks in the door. The wilted leaves were stacked together in a lifeless manner, and the sticks that were more than a sweep were drawn out from their waists, and the red corn squids were nestled like a mess. Because I was guilty, I didn’t dare to walk through the gate, but turned to the east wall of the school and climbed over the wall. I jumped off the wall, making my ankle hurt, and I squatted there like a dog with a lame leg, in pain and embarrassment. Seeing that there was no one, he rushed to the classroom without caring about the pain. Most of the students in the classroom were previewing the text, and some gathered together to discuss the corn stalks. I sat in my seat and listened with my ears, turning my brain nervously, searching for ways to deal with it. At this time, I suddenly saw a hoe standing behind the door of the classroom, and knew that it should be a flatterer. I felt ecstatic in my heart, called Ma Yuewen out and explained it like this. Ma Yuewen is really worthy of being my good brother, and he agreed and made a guarantee. Then, we quietly returned to the classroom and pretended to be nothing.
I waited in the classroom for more than ten minutes, and Mr. Lao Qi walked up to me without looking at me, and said with a hunched face, "Summer, come out with me." I walked with him to a secluded place outside the classroom. He said, you walked back with a hoe yesterday. Did you huddle someone’s corn? I forced myself to calmly say, I don’t know! I didn't take the hoe home yesterday, and I'm still standing behind the door. The old man went to the back of the door and looked at it, and said to himself that the hoe was still there. Then he said to me, you and I go to the principal's office .
In addition to the principal, there was also a person sitting in the principal's office: dark skin, flat head, cold light in his eyes, and a look of evil spirit. I suddenly remembered the person who asked us about that snowy night. The principal was sitting in the chair, and I was about two meters away from the principal. The principal held a cigarette between his fingers and looked at me intently. Through the cold lenses, the deep eyes seemed to poke into the bones. A chill slowly rose on the soles of my feet, and my whole body was trembling slightly. Mr. Lao Qi stood with me, and he was very impressed by the trial together.
Principal asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Xiatian."
"I asked you, did you weed on the playground yesterday?"
"Yes."
"When you walked back, did you use a hoe to get the corn on the side of the road?"
"No, I didn't take my hoe home, and I'm still standing behind the door of the classroom."
" His The hoe is indeed behind the door, I have seen it over and see it." Old man said to the gentleman.
"That's strange. It's not the disaster of these students. Who would do these things?" Pingtou said angrily and puzzledly.
"Principal, I'll take him back when I have nothing to do, and I still have to go to class." Lao Tzu said to the gentleman.
Principal nodded and said, "Go!"
When he returned to the classroom, the bell for class had already been ringing, and the school became silent and empty, like a beehive, without the noisy and bustling bees. The sun hanging on the tree pulled the shadow of Mr. Lao Jiao and me like two deformed black clothes, spreading long on the ground, exaggerated and absurd. Mr. Lao Qi walked as usual at the pace of a soldier without squinting, without saying a word. We walk forward with the sun on our backs, and everything seems as quiet as a shadow. I was secretly glad that I escaped a disaster with my own intelligence.
After I heard that after Mr. Lao Qi and I returned to the classroom, Secretary Dong was angry because the principal did not find out who destroyed the corn, and his black face turned into purple eggplant. He called the seven or eight people watching the road and stood neatly in a line at the principal's door, like seven or eight prefabricated rough cement poles pierced there. Secretary Dong said to the principal: "There must be an explanation for this matter." The principal held his glasses with his hands and said: "There should be more than a dozen children studying in Miaoshan Village, and there will be children coming to study in the future. "After hearing this, Secretary Dong didn't say anything, and waved his hand and led seven or eight people away in disappointment.
After failing the college entrance examination, I joined the army and passed the military academy in the army. The army has shaped my character and tempered my will. Forty years have passed in a flash. That spring, I was invited to participate in the 70th anniversary of Zhucheng No. 3 Middle School. Unexpectedly, the principal was the "flatter" Ma Yuewen, a good friend of the past. He led me to his office. All the furniture in the office is in the color of wood, with a kind of almost original simplicity. Opposite Ma Yuewen's desk is a picture of exquisitely framed regular script "Talents' Talk". I concluded that this calligraphy was the "Teacher's Talk" written to the old principal by the old man. After talking to Ma Yuewen, he asked him directly. Ma Yuewen said that he had a good eye, but this was his imitation of Teacher Tai, and the original works were stored in the archives.
I suggested that I want to see the original works of Teacher Tai.
In the archive room, Ma Yuewen asked the archivist to take out the "Teacher's Talk" that was folded in a very neatly formatted teaching plan written in small fly heads. Ma Yuewen looked straight at me and said, "These are all genuine works of Teacher Tai. If you read these 'calligraphy works' that are not calligraphy works, what different things can you read?" I wrote "Talents' Talk" and the teaching plan All are spread on the case and look carefully. "The Master's Talk" is very powerful, strong, free and easy, and completed in one go.The thirty-one teaching plan was almost a template engraved small calligraphy copybook. I told Ma Yuewen what I think, and Ma Yuewen shook his head and said nothing. I asked him to give me some advice. Ma Yuewen said with a serious expression: "Teacher Tai's "Teacher's Talk" was caused by his mood at that time, and every word was filled with anger, resentment, domineering and backbone. However, these 31 teaching plans were calm and serious. Adherence and persistence. It shows a teacher’s meticulous attitude towards teaching for thirty-one years of teaching. "I nodded deeply.
Returning to Ma Yuewen's office, we were naturally filled with emotion. Later, when it comes to our classmate, Ma Yuewen is well aware of it. When talking about me, he said that I was the best among our classmates. I said, "What a good person I am? Don't fool me. However, I really should thank you. If it weren't for your hoe that saved me back then, I would definitely not be as good as I am today." Ma Yuewen shook him and still The small head sighed and said, "Actually, that hoe is not mine, it was prepared by Teacher Tai for you."
My eyes were filled with tears, and I remembered the two pranks of coal gangue and foreign spicy food. The "six pack abs" I gave to Mr. Lao, I couldn't tell what it felt like. I asked Ma Yuewen, "Is Teacher Tai okay?" He said, "It has been more than ten years of death." I said, "I'm going to ask you something?" Ma Yuewen said, "As long as I can do it, I'll say it. . "I said, "You copy another painting of Teacher Tai's "Teacher Talks" to me." Ma Yuewen said, "You should copy this matter yourself."
Pang Ruizhen, male, from Zhucheng, Shandong. Member of Shandong Writers Association. Short stories are scattered in "Sunshine", " Anhui Literature ", " Shandong Literature ", "Oasis", " Chinese Campus Literature ", "Time Literature", "Qingdao Literature", " Contemporary Novel ", "Coconut City", " Liaohe Literary publications such as . He won the 6th "Kite Capital Culture Award" Outstanding Short Story Award. Winner of the 10th Renren Literature Award for Best Short Story. Published a collection of short stories "Blue Whale in the Sky".
