Chapter 30 Chapter 29 β (No.158 - No.161)

I woke up very early, 5:30, an hour earlier than the usual alarm clock time, not at all like usual.Normally, I would be happy to call myself a thief and be my father just to get five more minutes of sleep. Perhaps when a person really has determination, the various organs of the body are still very cooperative. After all, they are all their own people, and the face that should be given is always given. For some reason, I remembered the soymilk machine that was collecting dust in the corner of the kitchen.This thing has just emerged in the past two years, and my dad allocated one from the work unit at the end of last year.The two of us excitedly braved the cold wind before the New Year, went to Walmart to buy a pound of soybeans and other whole grains, and when we got home, I read the instructions and my dad’s operation, and carefully made a large cup of fragrant and warm soybean milk.During the whole process, only my dad's point of view on the increasingly serious food safety problem disturbed me, other than that, everything was peaceful.

But since the two of us are inexperienced, we patronized drinking. After drinking, I found that the bean dregs and the like were stuck to the cup body when I went to brush the machine. After half an hour of brushing, the biceps and triceps arched out together. . My dad is still talking about the goodness of soy milk, I said you drink it and brush it. He stopped drinking, especially lacking in integrity. At this time, I ran to the kitchen and saw that white soybean milk machine standing pitifully in the corner.I tiptoedly took it out, remembering that there were soybeans and barley bought by Aunt Qi at home, so I was gearing up and decided to give it a go.

It's half past five and it's still dark.I gently wash the soybeans and wash the rice under the energy-saving light in the kitchen, and my heart is very peaceful. I remember when we were in elementary school, we learned "Labor is the Most Tasteful" written by Mr. Lao She. Mr. Lao She wrote in a certain paragraph that his mother told him that the landlord’s dumplings have more meat and less vegetables, while our dumplings have more vegetables and less meat. But dumplings with more vegetables and less meat are more delicious. There is a question in the after-class practice, which asks: "Why did Lao She's mother say that dumplings with more vegetables and less meat are better?"

The answer I gave at the time was: "Because dumplings with more vegetables and less meat are more delicious and not greasy." The cross made by our teacher penetrates the back of the paper, and the two seals can still be found after turning ten pages of the homework book. The correct answer is that the dumplings from the landlord’s family are meat and noodles obtained by exploiting the poor, while Lao She’s family’s dumplings are obtained through labor, so they are more delicious.I was very dissatisfied at the time, what I eat is what I eat, and what tastes good is what tastes good. I don't believe that the same plate of dumplings can reveal two classes.

Of course, this kind of complaint can only be kept in my heart forever. However, when I soaked my hands in the basin for washing beans, and the warm water covered the back of my hands, I suddenly understood why Lao She admired this simple labor so much.When the mind is exhausted, the body always needs to do something to let it take a rest, and instead let go of the really sinking troubles in the busyness. Until I accidentally dropped a stainless steel rice bowl. My dad rushed out of the bedroom in fright, and Aunt Qi followed closely behind. Both of them were sleepy and panicked about being woken up.

"I want to make soy milk." I quickly explained. My dad's expression softened instantly.Aunt Qi asked me to go back to sleep for a while, and she came to make breakfast, but I refused, saying that this is the only way for me to open a new chapter in my life.I used to be so suddenly complacent, and my dad was used to it, but I would never say such erroneous things in front of Aunt Qi, and my dad often appears with Aunt Qi recently, so in his eyes, the daughter who said such words is It's been a long time indeed. "Geng Geng," my dad said earnestly, "it's enough if you have the heart. Don't make soy milk, you...you should start over from other parts of your life."

When I entered the classroom, there were only three people in the room, and there was a smell of instant noodles.I took a glance, and β was sucking noodles with his back turned to me. "Is your life so miserable?" I asked β while putting away my schoolbag, "Why do you eat instant noodles so early in the morning?" "It's a long story," β stood up with his face in his hands, ate his mouthful, and answered me vaguely, "I have to leave home early today, so I didn't have breakfast." "Why?" "Anyway, I have to get out of the house before my parents get up."

"But, won't you still see your parents when you go home at night?" "The two of them flew to Beijing at noon today, so there is nothing to be afraid of at night." "Is it because Zhang Ping called your parents yesterday?" β paused for a moment, then turned around and sat back on his seat: "I'll tell you after I finish eating the noodles. We have to respect food." Originally, I was just asking casually, but when she said that, I got excited, and immediately ran to her and sat down. "What are you doing?" She gave me a vigilant look, there was still a little bit of noodles on her lips, "Don't gossip like that."

"You have described Yu Huai's mother's request to change the deskmate as storytelling, are you embarrassed not to give me an explanation?" So, β even looked at me with a somewhat shy expression. As soon as I opened my mouth, I was scared to the knees. "Geng Geng, what do you think of Zhang Ping?" β always thought that Zhang Ping was an optimistic and simple fool. So, when she lowered her head with dry eyes and pretended to wipe away her tears and said that her parents were cruel and cold-blooded, once she found out that her grades were not good, she lied about the military situation and falsified the time of the parent-teacher meeting to the time when they were on a business trip, she would definitely steal her skin Pack sofa.

After I listened to it, I wrenched my fingers and counted. β stepped on a series of mines this time. She thought that Zhang Ping would definitely eat this set, but unexpectedly, the other party was holding a canned bottle (Zhang Ping has started to drink water from a yellow peach canned bottle since he broke four or five teacups in a row), drinking water and watching leisurely. Looking out of the window, he said calmly, classmate Jiang Niannian, don't pretend, you didn't know how to put some mustard on the back of your hand before you came, don't you despise me? β laughed dryly twice, and lowered his hand to wipe his tears.

β’s father is from Beijing. Somehow, he was admitted to our city’s medical university to study. He got a doctor’s degree. He married a wife and had children locally. In the past two years, he was transferred back to Beijing’s hospital with β’s mother. Not implemented yet.The couple's plan was to transfer her to a certain high school in Beijing during the first year of β high school, and then turn her into a regular student after completing her household registration.Therefore, β's high school entrance examination volunteers here were reported indiscriminately—but, she was admitted to Zhenhua's self-funded students. Zhenhua can also be regarded as a famous high school in the country, at least it is much better than the high school that β originally transferred to.So her parents made a decisive decision and asked her to stay with us to finish high school for three years, and then go to Beijing before the college entrance examination, just to take advantage of the Beijing college entrance examination scores. "You are considered a left-behind child." I couldn't help but look at β sympathetically when I heard this. But after being admitted to Zhenhua by accident, she suffered a lot. β is not as good as I am, and Zhenhua’s speed of lectures is too much for her. When I was still struggling in math class, β had already played dozens of backgammon games against myself. "I was the lucky one with SARS. If it wasn't for SARS, how could the exam questions be so simple? How could I have been admitted to Zhenhua?" When β said this, there was no expression of gratitude or congratulation at all. How do you say that? "The country's unfortunate poet is lucky", the catastrophe of SARS, which adults talk about, seems to us like a blackout in the evening self-study, a carnival while breathing, and many people, such as me and β, in the An unexpected profit in the chaos. None of the panics of death threatened us.What threatens us is how we live afterwards. "I'm not lying about this, my parents were able to skin me." β lowered his head and sighed. This is true. β's life is free and lonely.Her grandparents are all in Beijing, and her grandparents are in poor health all the year round, but they only gave birth to a daughter, mother β, and there are no relatives such as aunts and uncles to take care of her.Her parents are both doctors, and the work pressure in the hospital is huge, which makes the couple very irritable. β This hippie smiley face has been cultivated since childhood, and it is specially used to coax parents, avoid punishment, and conceal disasters. β's parents don't have much time to teach their daughter carefully, and when they encounter something, they will just slap the table and get angry at the first time.If the parents knew that β lied about the date of the parent-teacher meeting when they went to Beijing, and made a false note for them to fill in, they probably couldn't wait to hear about her crime of tampering with the ranking list, and they would have killed her alive. Dissected. No wonder β wants to hire a dad in the talent market.If the probationary period is good, she may even persuade the father to become a regular. β rambled and chatted with Zhang Ping about her family affairs and her academic performance that she believed would never be muddy on the wall, and then put on an expression of "I'm already in the terminal stage of brain cancer, what can you do with me" Stare at him. Zhang Ping might have a headache from her anger, so he unbuttoned his neckline irritably, opened the window of the office a crack, and lowered his head to light a cigarette. Zhang Ping actually smoked, lit it up and realized that there was a student next to him, and said half-gentlemanly, "You don't mind?" Do you mind if you smoke second-hand smoke, you will die of lung cancer decades later, but if you don't smoke second-hand smoke, you will die today. What's more, the orange desk lamp in the office and the irritable but silent Zhang Ping suddenly made β feel a little strange. β has not been a fuel-efficient lamp since childhood. As the king of school transfers, she has seen countless kinds of teachers.Before confronting Zhang Ping, she had simulated many kinds of reactions from the other party, such as picking up the receiver of the office phone in fear of responsibility and saying "This is not possible, you have to call your parents quickly", such as sternly and loudly She "held the parent meeting to let the parents understand the situation. Could it be that your parents have harmed you?" Another example is to comfort her with a smile, encouraging her to work hard and study hard, and her grades will always improve. After stepping out of the office, she invited her parents back from Beijing to give her a lecture... But there will never be a teacher who listens to her nonsense about her growth history, endures her saying that she will go to Beijing for the college entrance examination sooner or later, and after she gives up on herself, she irritably lights a cigarette and keeps silent , It seems that she is really trying to find a way out for this stubborn dead girl. No one ever seemed willing to stop and listen to her to say a few serious words, to seriously think about the future for her. Zhang Ping finally finished smoking a cigarette, turned around and sat on the chair.He didn't look at β, but kept staring at the few photos pressed under the glass of the desk, and said slowly: "I know, your current state can't go up or down. Study hard, Zhenhua's pressure and The atmosphere may not be suitable for you; don’t study hard...Of course, we can’t do this, I’m just talking casually, we have to work hard,” Zhang Ping smiled helplessly, cleared his throat and continued, “You also know I go to Beijing sooner or later to take the exam. The score line there is lower than ours, and the test questions are relatively simple, but you haven’t gone yet. You have to face every monthly exam and final exam. Ah, right?" β almost burst into tears. Our parents’ generation basically didn’t experience the process of working hard for the college entrance examination, and almost forgot what they experienced, so they couldn’t understand what the children said about “can’t learn”.In their view, giving you a pair of desks, chairs, and a set of paper and pens will already meet all the conditions for learning. As for whether you like the teacher, whether you can get along with your classmates, and those feelings of self-esteem and resistance, everything is wrong. reason. But Zhang Ping understood. Zhang Ping is right about the sense of decadence behind the life of β hippie smiling face who can't find his direction and can't borrow his strength. "How should I put it, let's look at the three years of high school study in a utilitarian way, just to let you get into a good university, and the rest is useless. Although I shouldn't tell you this as a class teacher, but you also feel that you are not good at it. There are many. As long as you can achieve your goals, it doesn’t really matter what channels you use to study, how fast you progress, or whether the school is good or bad.” β deeply agrees, nodding his head like pounding garlic. She had thought this way a long time ago. In fact, her parents probably thought so too, but they insisted on pestering her about the details. To put it bluntly, they still didn't trust her. Or is it to save trouble?Because rules and regulations are the easiest. "You'd better learn slowly at your own pace. The parents' meeting, don't have a second time in the future. I won't expose you this time—of course, don't sell me," Zhang Ping looked at sincerely. Glancing at β, "I'm the class teacher, if you do this, your parents will punish you to death." β This time tears really filled my eyes. "No matter how good or bad you are in the final exam, stop lying. Let your parents come to the parent-teacher meeting normally. I will talk to them alone to make sure you won't be ripped off, okay?" Zhang Ping in β eyes wears halos on his head, he can say anything. Zhang Ping waved his hand very manly: "Okay, it's getting dark, go home quickly. Your parents are not at home all year round, and your grandparents are getting old. Take care of yourself and come to me if you need anything." Teacher. Let's go." Zhang Ping let out a long sigh, lit another cigarette, and blew a smoke ring out the window. β walked to the door of the office and looked back again. Seriously, he glanced at Zhang Ping. The white shirt that made me and Yu Huai laugh, in the eyes of β, it was so handsome.