A while ago, I was watching TV at home. There was a long-faced actor on the screen. He said that when he first entered the industry, he could not receive a show and could only go to a special school to play for children with intellectual defects. He felt disappointed and didn't a

A while ago, I was watching TV at home. There was a long-faced actor on the screen. He said that when he first entered the industry, he could not receive a show and could only go to a special school to play for children with intellectual defects. He felt disappointed and didn't act seriously. Once, after the show, he was smoking in the background. At this time, many children came over and really talked to him as the character in the show just now. He was suddenly very moved and felt very guilty. The audience in the audience watched so seriously, but they acted randomly. From then on, every time he came to school, he performed with all his strength.

Speaking of this, the host and the actor were a little moved. They wiped the corners of their eyes with tissues, but I thought of another thing related to performance.

In the 1960s, my third aunt was labeled as a rightist, and his superiors refused to let him be the principal of the school anymore, so he arranged for him to go to the country school to ring the bell. Ringing the bell means ringing. The country schools are very poor. The so-called bell is a piece of steel rail hanging on the branches. There are a few big stones under the tree. Go and knock it a few times when you go to the point.

My third aunt, I call him grandpa directly below. Grandpa is a person who can take things as he pleases. He thinks that the job of ringing the bell is good, and he has a salary, so no one cares about it. However, after ringing for a few days, he found something was wrong. Every time he rang the bell, someone was watching. He didn't understand what was good about this, so he wanted to ask someone, but he didn't know who to look for. After a while, there were more and more onlookers, some of them couldn't grab a good seat and climbed up the trees to see.

At the beginning, he wondered if there was any order from the people, asking the people to supervise him to transform his ideas. He became scared and trembled every day, ringing the bells at a certain point, and he didn't dare to do anything in normal times, just sat blankly in school. The people who saw him ringing the bell only increased and did not decrease. Some even imitated his actions, and nothing else happened.

After a few months of worry, my grandfather calmed down and analyzed carefully, feeling that the possibility of political movements should be ruled out. Because he was arrested, there was no need to go through a lot of trouble, just arrest him directly. In addition, he also found that the villagers were not very interested in political movements.

So, why do they watch me ring the bell?

Grandpa didn't know and didn't dare to inquire.

The answer was revealed by a child. The child’s surname is Zhang, his nickname is Xiaoqizi, and he looks like he is eight or nine years old. Xiaoqizi and grandfather are fellow villagers, and their parents work in the Education Bureau. At that time, many people in the bureau were arrested. Xiaoqizi's parents were very scared. The two of them decided to send the old calligraphy and paintings and books collected by their homes and Xiaoqizi to their relatives' homes in the countryside. Xiaoqizi heard that my grandfather was the principal of the school, so he came to find my grandfather and inquire about his parents. Perhaps in the hearts of the child, the relationship between the principal and the staff of the Education Bureau is similar to that of relatives.

Grandpa heard his experience and asked his parents what their name were. I have heard of the name, but I have never dealt with it, so it should not be difficult to find out the situation. That's it, grandpa agreed. When Xiaoqizi turned around and was about to leave, grandpa suddenly thought that Xiaoqizi's relative was a widow named Sun. The widow often came to see her grandpa ring the bell, and she squeezed to the front every time.

He coughed lightly and said in a tone that suddenly remembered something: Hey, by the way, Xiaoqizi, do you know what your Aunt Sun came to school every day?

The little flag said: Let’s see you ring the bell.

My grandfather pretended to be surprised and said: Look at me ringing the bell? What's so good about ringing the bell?

Xiaoqizi said: They are all saying that you can earn more than 100 yuan just by ringing the bell. Everyone wants to know what the secrets are there for you to ring the bell. What is the secret of

? My grandfather was stunned for a moment and it took a long time to react. Where is the secret? Although I no longer serve as the principal, I am still a state cadre and my salary has not been reduced. I think it was the primary school principal who saw his salary from somewhere and told the people around him about it. After being frightened for several months, he was finally relieved. Grandpa nodded to Xiaoqizi seriously and said that he would write to his friends from the Education Bureau to find out the situation.

waited for the little flag to leave the room. Grandpa first hummed with his nose, then opened his mouth, exposed his teeth, and slapped the bed.In the end, he couldn't help it, opened the door, ran into the depths of the mountains like crazy, laughed at the cliff, rolled on the ground, and almost fell down. In this way, it took twenty minutes before he gradually calmed down.

When I told me about this, my grandfather was already eighty years old. He told me that in his life, both before and after, I have never been so happy again.

From that day on, my grandfather's feeling of ringing the bell was different. He felt that he had undertaken a certain mission and had the dream of four villagers (this school is at the junction of four villages). Every day before ringing the bell, he would dip his well water, combed his hair neatly with his fingers, and the button on the top of his shirt was not buttoned, his head was raised and his chest was tight, and his muscles were tight, not too early or too late. He used a graceful posture like the sculpture of ancient Greek to smash the stone heavily on the rails. (Author Taisho)