Chapter 9 9. It is difficult to paint the bones when painting a tiger

Zhang Xiaoman was talking nonsense, but I couldn't hear a word clearly, my ears were buzzing, so I had to turn my head and look blankly at the grass. The two teams on the turf finally brought the ball to this half, and the competition became more and more fierce. A boy took the ball to the left wing, and he seemed to have good footwork. I only heard Jiang He chasing from behind, heading towards us Shout: "Xiao Man, watch!" Zhang Xiaoman's narration was interrupted, and some students around him started laughing and booing Jiang He kindly.The boy with the ball subconsciously looked in Zhang Xiaoman's direction.

First, this man with nimble feet is Teng Zhen; second, he saw me; third, he didn't even limp after biting him, so did Wang Pingping have muscle weakness? Teng Zhen was obviously frightened when he saw me. He hesitated for a moment before being shoveled over by Jiang He, who was running towards me like a roe deer behind him, and staggered a few steps towards me! "Be careful!" Zhang Xiaoman gave me a push, but he couldn't dodge it in time, and was crushed by Teng Zhen who fell to the outfield. "Master, senior brother...Xiao Man..." I fell down and sat on the ground, looking at Jiang He who was stunned in the arena and didn't know which one to help first, and wept for him.

The students next to me also collectively muted. "Okay," I turned to Teng Zhen, "You can't bully a friend's wife, are you still suppressing it?" Teng Zhen struggled to sit up as if he had been activated by me, but screamed as soon as his right hand touched the ground, this time his face was really pale. "Brother, did you have a broken bone? Are you okay?" Jiang He blamed himself so much that he turned around and pulled Zhang Xiaoman again, "Xiaoman, are you okay? Are you okay?" Look, you're busy, those who didn't know thought your mother and your wife fell into the river at the same time.My ass was numb from the fall, and I could only watch angrily as the culprit was there to greet two people at the same time.

Zhang Xiaoman's cheekbones were red from being hit, but it was fine, because he fell on the clay track, and the road surface was not hard, so he stood up after brushing his hair, and hurried to my side. "Pingping, are you okay? I'm just scared, I can't control my strength..." "It's all right." I looked at Teng Zhen who was holding his hands silently. His lips were white, and this time it must have been really painful. "He's in a lot of trouble." Zhang Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, walked to the side of Teng Zhen who was surrounded by everyone, half knelt down to check his hand: "Try to move your little finger?"

Teng Zhen could only breathe in the pain, unable to speak, and shook his head. "It's probably a radius fracture or fracture," Zhang Xiaoman's voice was decisive and clean, "Is your leg okay? If you can walk, we'll take you to the hospital now." Jiang He interrupted: "The school hospital—" Zhang Xiaoman shook his head: "The school hospital is called Xiaoxitian. Didn't someone say that when we first entered school? This requires X-rays. How can the school hospital have this equipment?" Jiang He obediently lowered his head.Zhang Xiaoman actually had time to raise his head and give him a comforting smile, signaling him not to blame himself too much.

I watched in amazement from the side, and my heart, which had been depressed because of Taipei just now, rose a little bit. Jiang He is always short-sighted, and Zhang Xiaoman doesn't like him at first glance, but he is so thoughtful, tsk tsk, she is quite green tea, quite like me. This is probably the first time that I have found a spiritual connection with my young self besides appearance. I often laugh at myself that this is a green tea habit and I can’t change it, but Lao He once said sharply, you are like this to both men and women, you just like to please in your bones, and you are afraid that others will hate you.

I don't know why, but this comment made me sadder than saying I'm a green tea bitch. At that time, I slapped embarrassingly, but the words stayed in my heart. Sure enough, Zhang Xiaoman escorted Teng Zhen for a few steps along with the noisy crowd, but suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at me again. I still remember that I was sitting on the ground, not bad, not bad, tenderness surged in my heart.Regardless of whether it is to please or not, isn't that the same as kindness? "Pingping, Jiang He is too reckless, I'll take a look first." "Go ahead." I grinned.

"That girl..." Suddenly a weak male voice sounded. "That woman is still sitting on the ground, did she break her tailbone? Let's go to the hospital together." It was Teng Zhen, hissing and finishing the sentence intermittently. No, you don't come here, I won't change your opinion of you, bitch!To prove that I was in good shape, I staggered up and slapped my butt to prove that my tailbone was intact and alive. Teng Zhen glared at me viciously, lowered his head and continued walking. The lively sidelines just now calmed down for a while, and I looked at each other with a few other students, shrugged and said, let's go back to class.

Zhang Xiaoman and the others didn't come back until school was over, but she was born and raised for 16 years, and she is much stronger than me, a foreign species, so I don't need to worry about it. The students in the class are still whispering and suspicious of each other about the smell, but what is even more unbearable is the toilet water. I sprayed out most of the bottle, and now the classroom smells like a brothel. God my mind is so dirty. I looked back, Xing Guizhi sat silently in the penultimate row, Jiang He's seat was vacant, and everyone around was talking about it, either about the stench or the accident, only she was doing the question with her head down, just as she was proud of , there is no sense of existence.

Zhang Xiaoman's seat was also vacant.I helped her simply put away her schoolbag, and just stuffed the things on the table into it to prevent chalk dust from those who would clean up later.Underneath the political book, I saw a diary with a lock. But the lock is open. If I stuff it in, she will think that I have peeked at it; if I leave it on the table as it is, will others peek at it? So I didn't do anything, and flipped through it quickly—it was blank, and this was a new notebook. I'll just say it.She talked to me in the stadium without leaking water. How could she keep the important diary on the table.So I didn't intend to do anything more, so I let her stationery be scattered on the table.

Then I saw her rice bag hanging on the side of the table. I remember this rice bag.Although I don’t remember whether I used it in high school or not, it stayed with me for three years in junior high school. The so-called nutritious meal made by Yinglang Canteen guarantees four dishes and one soup every day, a carton of milk and one fruit outside the meal. It was very foreign in those days, but the charge was a bit expensive.After my dad went to see it once, he patted his chest and promised, why would you charge so much for such a dish? Dad cooks it for you, and you bring the meal. Children have vanity, so why can't I eat in high-end canteens alone?I had an argument with my family and was slapped by my mother. At that time, my dad even made a rice bag for me. It was made of plaid cloth, and now it can be sold directly on the shelves of MUJI.But he still felt distressed, so he said forget it, we can't afford it. So I still ate in the high-end student cafeteria, and the same tomato scrambled eggs in the milky white food box in the cafeteria became more noble; I was a little ashamed of the pocket, so I happily took it to school every day, filled water bottles, biscuit snacks, and sometimes skipping ropes and paintbrushes, trying to make it loyal to the party and the country. My dad had a smile on his face, and he praised me for being worry-free and sensible. Thinking about those childhood thoughts now, right and wrong are not important anymore, I just remember my dad’s smile. I miss him so much. Miss my mother too, though she beats me up. When the school bell rang, I suddenly decided that I was going to No. 6 Ming'an Street. Of course, the idea is always good, but it is difficult to implement. Because I just stepped out of the classroom with anticipation and trepidation, and saw a couple who looked familiar. Very familiar, who is here? "Pingping!" The woman rushed over and rubbed my face again—well, my face remembered for me, they are Wang Pingping's parents. Just how worrying Wang Pingping is, is there any need to stare at him so hard!My plan was messed up, and I was very annoyed, and I couldn't give them a good face at all.Wang Pingping's father saw my disobedience, so he lowered his face at that time, and was elbowed by her mother, barely restrained his temper, reached out and pulled the schoolbag from my shoulder: "I'll hold it for you, go Come on, go home." To be fair, it's fortunate that they came, otherwise I would not know where Wang Pingping's home is, let alone his home phone number, and I would have nowhere to ask.No. 6 Ming'an Street, even if you believe that I am their daughter, there will be no room for four people in that room. Being a hero and short of breath, I pretended to be dull all the way, and silently followed them on the No. 5 bus in front of the school. I was squeezed like a persimmon during rush hour, and barely made it home. Wang Pingping's house is also in Mingzi, but it is on the side of Xiliu River, called Mingde Road.This time, I stopped being muddled and carefully memorized the walking route and house number.After all, there is no AutoNavi in ​​this era. If I get lost, I can't ask Lin Chiling, I can only call Yaoyaoling. Before she came to pick me up, Wang Pingping's mother had already washed and cut all the ingredients for dinner. As soon as I got home, she began to cook vegetables neatly. She looked like a senior houseworker with a clear mind. I sat in the living room and watched TV for a while.Television was so good more than ten years ago, especially entertainment news. Stefanie Sun is still high-spirited, like a tomboy who will never grow old; SHE has just debuted for two years, and the looks of the three are a little hard to describe, very Taiwanese, Selina is sweet, with a fat face, and a princess-like look in her eyes; Jay Chou on Entertainment News is still not very good at speaking, and looks like he is in the late stage of autism... Instantly thinking about the various encounters that happened to each of us later, I felt a little bit embarrassed. At the same time, in this brightly lit small living room, I watched the evening sky outside the window, and suddenly my heart beat like a drum, for no reason. The first day is coming to an end. How many more days? Wang Pingping's father has been trying to establish a communication channel between father and daughter with me, touching the cigarette case uncomfortably, and lifting the tea pot for a while. "You don't have homework? Go do your homework!" Finally came such a fierce sentence. "En." I immediately got up and went into Wang Pingping's small bedroom. The middle-aged man looked astonished and disappointed. I'm in a bad mood, so I won't take the time to teach him how to be a father today. I turned Wang Pingping's room upside down with the shortest speed, and found a stack of junior high school textbooks, as well as a pile of rags, a pile of rags, a pile of rags, and another pile of rags. I guess she lived in the same home from birth until she was sixteen, otherwise she wouldn't have collected the antique lady's flute with tassels on the end, the Hello Kitty pillow, the Sailor Moon coloring book, the best souvenir shop by the seaside. Cheap shell wind chimes and conch bracelets that I love to sell... the piles are full. In a word, she couldn't bear to throw anything away. If this is a short trip with a definite end point and end date, I will enjoy studying Wang Pingping, deduce and calculate from the clues in the room, try to substitute her identity, and see if I can change her identity with my ability. The status quo, right as a real-life RPG game. Only those who are confident have fun, but I am as panicky as a bereaved dog, for fear that I will accidentally kill myself. However, I never thought of jumping off a building to finish everything. I came to test whether it is possible to travel back through death. Because when I clenched my fists, I felt my muscles tense; when I stroked the scar on my wrist, I felt a slight itchiness; when Teng Zhen rushed over, he would subconsciously hide, and when he fell to the ground, he would feel a clear pain. This is not a romance novel recommended by Xiaoye, I couldn't turn to the last page to see the ending.The wind in the face is real, as is the fear of death and pain. Facing the piles of rubbish on the ground, I really wanted to leave, but unfortunately this room is "mine", and I have to put it away myself later. Wait a minute why should I charge?Just throw it all away!I wouldn't have any pity or guilt for Wang Pingping, she didn't even want her life, if it wasn't for me, these things would have gone into the cremation furnace with her, I can't blame it. I almost tripped over the entangled shell wind chime, tore it off and threw it aside, lying on the carpet next to the desk in a daze.Turning his head to look out the window, he unexpectedly saw something sticking under the desk drawer. It is only possible to look up at a certain angle lying on the ground.What a great place to stash things. But I didn't touch it.Facts have proved that my decision was wise, because soon, the door was pushed open so fast that you have to suspect that the person who opened the door deliberately wanted to kill me by surprise. "Dinner—what are you doing?" Tsk, sure enough, it's Father Wang who is not good at being a father. Papa Wang rushed in like a black whirlwind, kicking the clinking rags on the ground: "You don't have a long memory? Are you messing with these rags again? Believe it or not, I threw them all away!" "OK." He also thinks it's broken?I didn't expect that we would still see the same thing.I merged several piles of trash into one big pile, and looked at him: "Throw it away after eating." For some reason, he was so angry that his hair was about to explode. "Are you arguing with me?! You think I dare not throw it, don't you? If you have the ability to die again, I'll call you dad!" I resisted the urge to say "Hey, good son". "As parents, why can't you learn to speak well? Language is for communication and communication. Don't be persecuted and delusional. You always feel that your children are against you. When I take it out, you threaten me to throw it away. If you ask you to throw it away, you say I'm insulting you. Are you tired, ask yourself, are you chaotic?" Teach someone to be a father if they disagree with each other. It is probably a new problem after I returned to the age of seventeen. He was stunned, unable to speak, panting like a huge broken bellows. "Are you really going to throw it?" "Really, why keep it, it's so dirty, it still takes up space." Father Wang quickly went to the balcony to take out a big woven bag as if he was afraid that I would go back on my word. The old man burst into tears. "What's wrong with you?" Mother Wang put down the spatula and walked to the door of the room. She was also shocked to see her husband sitting on the carpet and crying, and saw half of the tatters inside the woven bag. "Pingping, are you really throwing it away?" She also asked me in a trembling voice. As for what, how does it feel like there are nuclear waste hidden in the wind chimes and flutes. "Okay, okay," she also started to cry, "Pingping has grown up, it's fine, okay." The couple hugged each other and cried, crying and crying. Father Wang stretched out his long arms and pulled me over. I was hugged in their arms with a terrified expression. I experienced the most suicidal ten minutes since I woke up. Tears wet my neck. At this time, the safe door was opened by the key, and my cheap brother also came back from school. I was very relieved to see this scene, so I was dragged back when I could break free, and the four of us hugged and cried for another five minutes. During the meal, the three of them took turns serving me food.As for the pile of junk, while Mum Wang was serving food on the table, Dad Wang carried it on his back and went downstairs to throw it away. I was afraid that I would change my mind a second later. After dinner, I pretended to be reading in the small study, and the comforting eyes of my loving mother and strict father at the door made my back burn. When they came in for the third time to deliver fruit, I finally couldn't bear it and locked the door. They didn't knock on the door again in return for me throwing out the rags. I also read junior high school textbooks with gusto.When I learned it from scratch, I was very impatient, but looking back at it from the perspective of an adult, it was fun and full of fun. The scattered knowledge was strung together again, which is quite kind, and even mathematics is no longer ugly. up. After reading a book, I lay on the door and listened to the movement outside, then picked up the utility knife on the table, and sneaked under the desk, intending to pry off the book that was firmly stuck to it. Only when I pushed the blade did I realize that the slot was empty.They were really careful enough to prevent their daughter from cutting her wrist again. I took a pointed ballpoint pen again, carefully checked the holes in the sticky tape, and finally tore it off when my arm was about to become so sore that I couldn't feel it. It's a diary that's falling apart. The first page is the transcription of Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu Zhe": The blue sky, the yellow leaves, the waves of autumn colors, the cold smoke and emerald green on the waves. Is it Fan Zhongyan's?Or Ouyang Xiu's?It can't be Su Shi's... I gradually feel that it is good for me to die. For example, art museums can be managed by a really educated person. Neat and neat hairpin lowercase letters.Wang Pingping really wrote a good hand.At any rate, I was admitted to Yinglang by relying on my three-legged cat's calligraphy skills, and I still have a little discerning ability. Wang Pingping's handwriting is better than mine. However, when I turned to the second page, my cold sweat came down. "Teng Zhen: "I used your favorite Fan Zhongyan to write the title page, can't you think of it? "From the moment I decided to give myself to you, I have integrated your preferences into mine." I'm sorry I'm literally throwing up. I was so angry that I walked around in the small room, wishing I could pull my soul out of this disgusting body. I can't tell whether I hate Wang Pingping more or Teng Zhen more.The four-story building is not low, so why not take a step forward and end this pain! I really don't have the courage to read on. What does "give yourself to you" mean?Ok?You don't learn well at a young age, what do you want to do?Did Fan Zhongyan allow you to copy his words?Fan Zhongyan refused! I endured my nausea and continued to read. A small booklet of love letters, with very little effective information, almost all of them were lyrical. Now I roughly know that Teng Zhen loves jade flutes, watching the sea, chanting poems, and listening to conch stories. The sound of the sea coming (I bah!)... And Wang Pingping is a literary girl, praising and studying his hobbies, immersed in this kind of mutual connection, and slyly hiding this secret love, except for the two of them, no one knows. That tattered bag is the token of love between the two, right?I thought of the large string of pink wind chimes that "Teng really loves" and the fife with blue silk ribbons, and I felt a chill. In the end, if Jun had no intentions, I would quit. Teng Zhen failed to keep the agreement between the two, and she also missed the experimental middle school. Teng Zhen's indifference broke her heart, and she wrote the last sentence in red ink (or blood). One article, so farewell. Why don't you follow Daiyu's example and burn manuscripts? It's too inelegant to stick them under the drawer. A sense of powerlessness creeps up my back.Didn't I just love him blindly for a few short months? It wasn't enough to kill me, and I was entrusted to another girl who was cheated to death by him. There's no end to it? I don't remember how I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I still felt faintly sick. When I saw the utility knife on the table with the blade removed, I suddenly felt that the Wangs were really very, very far-sighted. I was listless all morning. Having encountered these few incidents in a short period of time, I just despise her. Wang Pingping's whole life is well-founded. Due to the deactivation of the five senses, I didn't notice until there was a quarrel in the back row. Jiang He jumped up and down asking for a seat adjustment, and Xing Guizhi sat alone in the corner, with his head down as usual. "Don't worry about the reason, I just want to adjust the seat, anyway, I won't sit with her!" The squad leader persuaded him for a long time, but Jiang He didn't say the reason, but he had to change his position if he was bitten to death. "Tell me, yesterday's smell, isn't it...Xing Guizhi?" I suddenly found out that the eighth woman with glasses was actually the class monitor's deskmate, sitting behind Zhang Xiaoman, still displaying her excellent sense of gossip. But it shouldn't be, what did Xing Guizhi reveal? At this time Zhang Xiaoman came in with his schoolbag on his back. Under his school uniform was a shirt with a metal deer collar. He looked cool and well-behaved, and looked in a good mood. "How was yesterday?" I asked. She put down her schoolbag and replied with a smile: "As I guessed, the radial bone was fractured, because he was afraid of crushing me when he fell, so he supported the ground with his hands, and it turned out... I was also very embarrassed. I was talking about medicine. He paid me, but he didn't agree." "It's none of your business. Why did you come out? He deserves it." Zhang Xiaoman was taken aback and looked at me. I also realized that I was a little out of control, and I was making fun of myself, so I stopped talking. In fact, I don't believe that a boy with Teng Zhen's skin would flirt with Wang Pingping, but last night I dreamed piecemeal on a cruise ship in Shanghai, and he solemnly said, I don't care if a girl is pretty or not. It's not just to make fun of it, he said it very seriously. But when meeting Wang Pingping in the men's room, why did he act like a stranger again? Was it because they were afraid of taking responsibility for her suicide that they pretended not to know each other?Very likely, this irresponsible scumbag! My thoughts drifted back to fife wind chimes and conch shells. I actually liked a man who played the flute and listened to the conch under the pink wind chimes.In my previous life, I should have committed massacres and other crimes, so this life is so miserable. Whatever I wanted, I looked up and saw a man with a wind chime at the front door of the class. A plaster cast was put on his right hand, which was hung on his chest with gauze, and a Band-Aid was stuck on his forehead, but the white T-shirt was clean, his eyes were sharp and arrogant, and he was not at all embarrassing. But what surprised me even more was Zhang Xiaoman. She should have subconsciously smiled for a short time, then retracted it immediately, and in the blink of an eye she was back to her usual indifferent look. I saw her smile dozens of times yesterday. She smiled whenever she spoke, but none of them was half as sincere as that smile. Did I know Teng Zhen since high school?Impossible. When Teng Zhen met me for the first time, he had no reaction to the name Zhang Xiaoman. If it was an act, it would be too similar. What is the purpose?What's more, I don't remember that there was such a person as Wang Pingping at my desk. I remembered the concert in Taipei again. In the world in 2003, many things were different from what I thought. When I was in a daze, I could still feel that Zhang Xiaoman beside me was nervous and uneasy.Of course, other people may not be able to tell the difference. She sits like a bell and looks as calm as a green pine; but I have been with her for thirty years, and I know what kind of eggs she will lay when she sticks her butt. "Hey!" Teng Zhen yelled at the front door, towards the direction of the first row, Zhang Xiaoman's buttocks left his seat a little bit, and his smile was ready to burst—— "Wang Pingping, right?" Teng Zhen smiled brightly, sending out every word from between his teeth. "Give, me, get out, get out, get out!"