Chapter 41 2005/4/26

Back from Taipei, today it is my turn to let my mother accompany me in the hospital. Recently, the business of the pharmacy at home has been very bad. My mother is away, and many customers who like to chat and gossip have been lost. The turnover is sluggish. Sometimes I write novels on the storefront on the first floor, and I don’t see the so-called customers all afternoon. There are only two or three kittens left among the people who signed the prescription and came to my house to get the medicine. In fact, our brothers have been thinking about whether to take advantage of the dismal turnover of the pharmacy to make parents think seriously about retirement. Don’t be so tired. The store opens at 9:00 and closes at 10:00 every day. There are too many customers, it’s hard work, and there are few customers. Difficulty, no matter from the perspective of sociology, psychology or economics, is not a cost-effective thing.The remaining debts of the family, as long as there are no sudden side effects, dividing five million by three is not a big deal in my opinion.

Returned to Changhua from Taipei late last night.As for why I went to Taipei, I made a special trip to see Mao Maogou to watch a movie.It’s been a long time since I watched a movie with Shaggy Dog. I picked a not-so-creative but pretty good-looking fantasy movie “Thrilling Space”. After watching it, I ate at the comfortable open-air Starbucks upstairs in Breeze Plaza and talked about what I really wanted to achieve. Fantasy Movie Awards Dream. It’s been a very, very long time since I told Mao about the inspiration for my novel. I tried it a little, and it went very smoothly. Mao told me to quickly draw the inspiration cloth into a complete novel to protect the copyright, and predicted that I would win the International Fantasy Film Award, ah, It would be nice if it went that smoothly, but it still cheered me up.

So I couldn't resist turning on my laptop, showing Mao my newly completed killer novelette "Killer, Horn", and then coyly admiring Mao's expression.When Mao saw the tears, I think it should be—it should be very remarkable, ha ha. It's 2:20 in the morning, and Mom is lying in bed, not falling back asleep since she woke up an hour ago.On the twelfth day, today's blood test results show that the available white blood cells are about 500 per unit, the platelets are 70,000, and the hemoglobin is 8.4.Mom didn't have a fever and everything was fine. I deliberately wanted to write something about my mother, so I remembered a picture.

For our school work, mom can be a "very accommodating" mom.Generally speaking, my mother will collect all the reference books, textbooks, and even various exercise books used by my brother. When I reach the age of my brother, in addition to having my own reference books, I have to read them. Brother's teaching materials at that time. If the homework that night is a math homework, my mother will use the version that my brother has completed in the past as the answer. After I finish writing, my mother will put the two old and new homework books together, and correct them one step ahead of the teacher.If I make a mistake, I need to know why right away, not until tomorrow.As for how do I know why?Ask brother?Of course not, I have to trouble Mom to teach me.However, in order for my mother to go to bed earlier, as a filial self, I sometimes steal my brother's exercise book and copy it directly while my mother is not paying attention, so as to complete my elementary school studies in the most efficient way.

In addition to the homework and reference books, my mother will also keep all the test papers of my brother, and remake each answer on another white paper or on the back of the test paper, and then use an eraser to erase the answers written in pencil on it. Write it again, and finally discuss the standard answer, revise and review.On the eve of the usual exam and the eve of the monthly exam, everything has to be done as a sand table deduction. It's frankly annoying.In retrospect, I won’t die if I don’t get good grades, but I have no position to complain too much about the heavy education and training I received, not because my mother who collected all kinds of materials worked hard, but because I also have a younger brother—that must write The younger brother who finished all the exam papers that my brother and I left behind.

For the sake of schoolwork, there is something about my mother that has moved me so far. The homework of my country No. 1 is very bad, very bad, and how it is bad is most clearly represented by data.There are more than 520 people in the first grade in the whole school. I overcame difficulties and killed 486 students in the first monthly exam. If I reorganize the classes according to the results, I will definitely be the first in the last cattle herding class. student.There were six monthly exams in the first and second semesters of Junior One. I didn’t pass a single one in mathematics. The closest I got to passing was the first monthly exam, with a score of 48, which was the limit.From this we can see that my mathematics is the best among bad.

However, I was in an art class at the time, and I didn’t care much about my poor grades. After all, my wish was to be a very good manga artist, so good that I would still be very good even in Japan, the mecca of manga.Because my manga skills are so strong, I regard my academic achievements as nothing. I draw manga no matter in or out of class, and I even adopt the method of serialization to let my classmates pass it under the table.If my math is still good in this high-spirited atmosphere, I must be a child genius. But no.I am not a genius, and I am far from those two words. But Ma didn't think so.When I was airdropped to a cram school but still couldn't improve my grades, my mother went off in person and tried to teach Chinese middle school mathematics.At that time, I was really a donkey, and the four words "negative negative is positive" were enough to destroy the logic mechanism in my brain.To be honest, I still can't accept the mathematical concept of "a negative is a positive", so I can't understand "a negative is a negative" and "a positive is a negative".It doesn't make sense at all!So even if I memorize it, I don't know how to apply it to the formula to solve the correct answer.

In fact, my mother doesn't really understand the fallacy of "negatives make positives", but she just keeps learning and then teaches me.Mom first successfully solved a formula to confirm that there were no coincidences in the process, and then asked me to slowly deconstruct the formula to find out the link where I went wrong.Mom watched me practice over and over again, and she didn't go to bed until she was sure that I didn't get the correct answer by coincidence. My God, that is really terrifying mental oppression.And my mother made me feel stupid. A kid who is messy and farts all the time loses out in mathematics comprehension to a wife who has to help with shop, laundry, and cooking. It is a big blow, but I have to admit that I do It's stupid.

But when I think about it now, my mother is really cute.