Chapter 7 Chapter Six

one Time is like water, and it gradually comes to April, which is the rainy season in Changsha. This time, it rained for three or four days in a row, and it cleared up slightly, but the sky was still cloudy.In the large comprehensive classroom of the First Division, Yuan Jiliu was giving lectures to all the students in Classes 6, 8, and workshops, commenting on their recent compositions. "Class 6, Cai Hesen, 95 points." Yuan Jiliu raised Cai Hesen's composition paper in his hand, looked around the students in the classroom like an exhibition sample, and then handed the composition paper to Cai Hesen with a smile. "Workshop, Xiao Zisheng, 90 points." "Class Eight, Liu Junqing, 85 points."...

After receiving the composition, Liu Junqing, who was unwilling to be left behind, had a complexion as gloomy as the sky before the rainstorm.He glanced at Cai Hesen. This glance was not an ordinary one, but one with a hook, as if trying to dig out something. "Class Eight, Mao Zedong," Yuan Jiliu picked up another notebook, but his voice sank, "70 points." Cai Hesen, Xiao Zisheng, Xiao San and the others were all taken aback, and Mao Zedong couldn't help being taken aback.He was looking at the stage, just as Yuan Jiliu gave him a sideways glance, and then said coldly: "Too sharp, you must be reserved!" The notebook was thrown on Mao Zedong's desk with a "bang", and the score of 70 points Next to it, there is indeed a bright red comment "too sharp, must be subtle".Looking at the eight-character comment, Mao Zedong was obviously a little confused.

After class, the European-style teaching building became lively again.Among the students of Chuanliu, Fang Weixia stopped Liu Junqing and said, "Didn't you say last time that you wanted to learn calligraphy from student Xiao Zisheng's entrance essay in the lecture department?" He said, and handed over a stack of essays: " This is his composition for the make-up exam, as well as his two recent Chinese homework, I borrowed them for you. After reading it, you can just return it to him." Looking at Fang Weixia's leaving back, Liu Junqing held the composition book, walked back to the dormitory with a gloomy face.He stretched out his hand to push the door, but the door was pulled open from the inside, and a football flew out, and then Mao Zedong, shirtless, rushed out with Zhou Shizhao and the others.

"Liu Junqing," Mao Zedong looked at Liu Junqing, who was leaning sideways for fear of being hit by the ball, and greeted him while bouncing the football, "Come on, let's play football?" "No, you guys go." Liu Junqing said with a smile on his face. "You have to move. Oh, it's up to you." Mao Zedong no longer forced him, and ran to the playground with Zhou Shizhao and other classmates while passing the ball. Liu Junqing kept smiling and walked into the bedroom.Almost as soon as the door closed, the smile disappeared from his face.Looking at Xiao Zisheng's essay in his hand, and Mao Zedong's bed, he threw the essay on the table as if venting his anger.He sat down on the edge of his bed and looked around the bedroom aimlessly, thinking about the composition this time.Thinking about watching, watching and thinking, suddenly, his eyes were attracted by Zipeng's brightly colored bed.Involuntarily, Liu Junqing walked to Zipeng's bed. He lifted the mosquito net nervously and peeked at everything inside: brand new, high-end, complete... In short, it was something Liu Junqing had never seen but dreamed of. He stretched out his hand When he came out, he looked at the closed door with some guilt, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation. He sat down on Zipeng's bed, timidly caressing the embroidered sheet, the satin quilt, and the soft pillow. ... He opened a bottle of cream, smelled it, and quickly closed it again, as if realizing that all this did not belong to him, he stood up in a panic, and put down the mosquito net.But the pair of polished leather shoes on the ground made it impossible for him to move forward. He looked at the door, swallowed, and stretched out his hand...

The door opened suddenly, and it was Zipeng who walked in!Liu Junqing, who was tying the laces of his leather shoes, was stunned for a moment, his face flushed, and he hurriedly took off his shoes, and murmured, "Brother Zipeng, are you back?" Seeing Liu Junqing's appearance, Zipeng couldn't figure out what he wanted to do for a moment, he was taken aback for a moment, and said casually: "It's okay, you can wear it, it's okay." "No... I'm just trying... to see if this pair is the same size as my pair." Liu Junqing blushed, put on her cloth shoes, took two steps as if fleeing, and then turned back to explain: "I I left those pairs at home, but I didn’t bring them here.”

Zipeng didn't care too much, and followed Liu Junqing to the cafeteria together. In the bustling cafeteria of the first division, there are recipes on the small blackboard on the wall - pumpkin, eggplant, cabbage...they are all simple vegetarian dishes.The students held a variety of big bowls and lined up in a long line.Finally they were in line, Zipeng and Liu Junqing took a bowl full of food, found a seat and sat down.Liu Junqing saw that Zipeng was facing the eggplant and rice in front of him without moving his chopsticks, thinking that he was thinking about what happened just now, and felt a little embarrassed.Zipeng didn't want to embarrass his classmates, so he explained that he was not used to eating school meals and had already ordered some snacks.

Only then did Liu Junqing put her heart back into her stomach, lowered her head to eat, and pretended to ask casually: "Hey, Zipeng, I want to ask you something. Where did you buy your pair of leather shoes? How much did they cost?" "Dachang at the South Gate. It's only seven or eight yuan, what's the matter?" "Oh, it's nothing. I'll see if my pair is from the same shop. I have my pair at home." Liu Junqing was telling a lie at this time, her face was no longer blushing and her heart was not beating. At this time, a waiter brought Zipeng's snacks.Zipeng gave the money, and the waiter wanted to return the change to him. Zipeng waved his hand and lazily said, "No, you can keep it." The waiter smiled and left with words of gratitude.Zipeng pushed away his rice bowl and ate some desserts. Those desserts looked exquisite, and it was conceivable that they must taste good too.Looking at what Zipeng ate, and then looking at the food in his own bowl, Liu Junqing suddenly felt that the food in his mouth was a little hard to swallow.

Noticing his expression, Zipeng quickly moved the snack over and invited him to eat with him. Liu Junqing said a few words politely, but still couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, but said with a good face: "Then, I will treat you next time." Coming out of the cafeteria, Liu Junqing went straight out of the school and was about to turn a corner when he saw his father's stinky tofu stand on the opposite street corner.He walked over, glanced left and right quickly, and said in a low voice, "Dad, why did you put the stall here again? The south gate is well placed, why do you feel like you are not doing it every day when I enter the first division?" Put it at the school gate?"

"Junqing, oh, I'm leaving now, and I'm going to move to the South Gate." Looking at his son, Liu San's father was full of apology, and hurriedly cleaned up the stall. "Dad, it's not...my... I have something..." After hesitating for a while, Liu Junqing finally spoke, "Dad, you...do you have money?" This is what Liu Sanpa was most afraid of hearing, but he still gave all of Xiuxiu's wages to his son. With the money in his pocket, Liu Junqing quickly ran to the Dachang shoe store at the south gate. He saw a row of leather shoes on display at the central counter, and the brightest pair was exactly the same as Zipeng's pair.

Seeing Liu Junqing's eyes on the pair of leather shoes, the guy who is good at observing words and expressions hurriedly came over and said: "I know the goods! Look, this young master is the one who knows the goods. This is a new model from Shanghai. It is made by the British boss's shoe factory. The young masters are rushing to buy them. Why don't you try a pair?" Liu Junqing tried her best to be reserved, and nodded slightly: "Then try." "Okay." The buddy rushed to the little apprentice next to him while taking the shoes, "Serve tea for the young master."

After trying on the shoes, the clerk took the stack of silver dollars from Liu Junqing, hurriedly packed the cloth shoes that Liu Junqing had replaced, and put them into a leather shoe box: "Thank you, young master. I'll ask someone to deliver the replaced shoes to your house?" "No need, I can take it myself." Liu Junqing hurriedly refused, how could his home be called a mansion?But after taking the shoebox, he stood still.The man asked, "Master, is there anything else?" "That..." Liu Junqing held back for a while, and then said, "It seems that there is still change?" "Oh, look at my memory!" The man raised his hand and slapped himself, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot." He hurriedly found a few copper coins and a copper plate and handed them over.Liu Junqing took the money, hesitated for a while, and put the copper plate back into the clerk's hand.Following Zipeng's example, he waved his hand as naturally as possible and said, "This is your reward." Taking square steps, Liu Junqing stepped out of the shoe store wearing brand new leather shoes.In the store, looking at the fluffy copper plate in his hand, the professional smile of the clerk was wiped away, and he threw the copper coin to the little apprentice beside him with a puckered mouth, and said disdainfully: "Go, what the **** master, I have been serving you for a long time. , just a fucking copper! Here, it's yours!" A flash of lightning flashed across the dark cloud-rolling sky, followed by a bang, thunder and heavy rain.Wearing brand-new leather shoes, Liu Junqing walked through the rain-spattered streets and ran to the eaves of a tea shop against the rain.The rain was pouring down, the raindrops hit the ground, and the water droplets kept splashing on his brand-new leather shoes. He felt a little heartbroken, thought about it, squatted down, and prepared to untie the shoelaces and replace the new leather shoes.At this moment, Zhao Yizhen ran along the eaves against the rain with her schoolbag on her back.Liu Junqing squatted down suddenly, blocking her way, and the two of them almost bumped into each other, both of them were startled. "Oh, I'm sorry." Liu Junqing hurriedly stood up, at this moment, his heart was pounding, his eyes were as bright as a rainbow hanging high, it was Zhao Yizhen who was dripping wet, delicate and watery.Yizhen read the hotness in Liu Junqing's eyes, shyly avoiding Liu Junqing's gaze. Boss Zhao in the store saw his daughter and shouted, "Yizhen, why don't you come back soon? Oh, look at your wet body, wipe it off, wipe it off quickly." After Yizhen entered the room and took the towel, He handed another bill of lading to Yizhen, and said, "I'm going to eat first, and you look at the store. The items on this list are all ordered by customers, and they will come to pick them up in the afternoon, so hurry up and pack them." Let’s do it. Make it more beautiful, it’s a gift.” After Boss Zhao left, Yizhen looked at the manifest and packed the tea leaves.A few bamboo gift boxes were placed on the top of the shelf. Yizhen moved a stool, took off his shoes and stood on it, reaching out as far as possible.She stood on tiptoe vigorously, her wet dress stuck to her stretched body, revealing her snow-white calves, and Liu Junqing under the eaves looked infatuated.As if feeling something strange, Yizhen turned his head and met Liu Junqing's bewildered eyes. In a panic, there was a crash, and the gift tea box on the top of the shelf fell to the ground! "What's going on?" The curtain in the back room was lifted, and Boss Zhao rushed out with his rice bowl in his hand. When he saw it, he came up angrily, put the rice bowl on the counter with a "bang", and cursed at his daughter, " What kind of tricks are you doing? You can’t do little things well! Do you know how much this box costs?” "Feeding you, feeding you, feeding you, not enough for you to study, and throwing things as soon as you get home! Do you think this small business can be easily provided for you?" The daughter was already apologizing, but Boss Zhao still refused to let go. Picking up the rice bowl, he roared, "Don't you rush to clean up?" After Boss Zhao re-entered the house, Yizhen held back tears and silently packed the gift boxes on the floor.Liu Junqing picked up the box that had fallen at the door of the store and handed it to her.Facing Liu Junqing's comforting and sympathetic gaze, Yizhen took the box, lowered her head in panic, and beckoned him timidly to come in to shelter from the rain.Liu Junqing retreated into the shop overjoyed, and sat on the stool Yizhen handed over.Yizhen avoids Liu Junqing's gaze, and wraps the tea gift box behind his back.Liu Junqing's gaze never left Yizhen's dexterous hands. Boss Zhao came out and Zhao Yizhen went in for dinner.Zhao Yizhen's figure was no longer visible, and Liu Junqing's eyes were still fixed on the dangling door curtain leading to the inner room.It wasn't until Boss Zhao blocked his view and reminded him that the rain had stopped that he got up and said goodbye in embarrassment. two "Mao Zedong." The school officer holding a large pile of letters and newspapers stopped Mao Zedong, who was walking and eating with a pair of rag shoes and a rice bowl. "Your newspaper and one of your letters." Mao Zedong took the newspapers and letters handed over by the school officer. Seeing that the envelope was written in Mao Zemin's immature handwriting, but the inscription was marked with "mother characters", he knew at a glance that it was dictated by his mother and copied by his younger brother. Putting it on the window sill, I quickly opened the letter and read it: "San Yazi, after receiving your letter, I know that you have been admitted to a good school and met a good teacher. Mom is so happy... Your father still has a hard face during the day. , I don’t want to read your letter. In fact, I secretly got up to read it alone at night, for fear of being seen by me... You should study hard in school, and don’t forget about your family. Your father, mother, younger brother, and younger sister are all good at home... Studying is hard, and you should pay attention to your health. If you have any difficulties, write back, and my mother will find a way for you. If you don’t have time, don’t think about coming back to see me. Mom doesn’t want you to read. As long as you read the book well, you are the greatest filial piety to your mother. ..." Slowly putting away the home letter, Mao Zedong put the letter in his close pocket, picked up the newspaper and rice bowl, and just turned around, only to find Yang Changji and Li Jinxi standing in front of him.The two teachers looked at him, and their eyes fell on his pair of rag shoes with holes. Li Jinxi smiled and said, "Runzhi, the newspapers are getting more and more subscriptions, and this pair of shoes was said to be changed last month, why haven't they been changed yet? It's time to change them, right?" Mao Zedong rubbed his head in embarrassment and said, "Last month...I forgot about it later. Teacher Yang, Teacher Li, I'm leaving first." "Wait a minute." He had just taken two steps when Yang Changji stopped him, handed him a piece of ocean, and said, "I need to read books and newspapers, and I have to wear shoes, right? Hurry up and buy a pair at noon. Seeing Mao Zedong standing still, Li Jinxi gave him a tug and said, "Take it, are you still being polite?" After receiving the money, Mao Zedong didn't know what to say for a while.Standing there and watching the two teachers walk away, he hurriedly packed up the newspapers and bowls and chopsticks, and ran out to buy shoes. In the Dachang shoe store, the clerk heard that Mao Zedong thought that a pair of cloth shoes were too expensive, and complained with displeasure: "I am here in Dachang, and I don't sell cheap goods. If you want less, you can buy them at roadside stalls." Mao Zedong He walked out of the store resentfully, dragging a pair of rag shoes on the bluestone street amidst the bustling hawkers.At this time, a woman was selling cloth shoes on the street: "Cloth shoes, fine cloth shoes, 151 pairs." Mao Zedong walked straight to the shoe stall.But his footsteps did not stop in front of the shoe stall, but took a few steps forward and stopped in front of a signboard.It was the billboard of Guanzhixuan Bookstore, which listed a series of new book news. ""On the History of Western Ethics"?" Mao Zedong's eyes lit up, and he turned and entered the Guanzhixuan Bookstore. On both sides of the bookshelf, one pair of hands is aiming at the two adjacent books from opposite directions: a slender hand is placed on "Principles of Ethics", and a pair of thick and big hands is placed on "History of Western Ethics" .When the two people took out the book, they both found each other. Mao Zedong exclaimed first: "Hey, it's you?" . "Don't remember? Last time, it was right here, that book—you gave it to me later." Mao Zedong reminded her. "Oh—right." Si Yong looked at Mao Zedong, and his eyes fell on the pair of shoes, "Are you still wearing these repaired shoes?" "I've finished reading that book last time, when do you think I'll return it to you?" Mao Zedong looked at his shoes, smiled shyly, and asked while flipping through the book in his hand. "Didn't I give it to you? What should I pay?" "I still have to pay it back. How can I take you for nothing?" Mao Zedong said embarrassedly. "Then—let's talk about it next time." "Alright. Hey, what book did you buy?" Si Yong lit up the book in his hand, and Mao Zedong looked at the cover and said, ""Principles of Ethics"? Oh , from Paulsen, Germany. We distributed textbooks, but the class hasn’t started yet, but I’ve read it.” Si Yong looked at him, and asked in surprise, "Are you studying?" "The First Normal School. What about you?" "I'm in Zhounan." Si Yong hesitated, and asked, "Hey, you're from the First Normal School. ? What is your last name?" "The surname is Mao, Mao Runzhi." Si Yong's heart suddenly became hot, and he asked tentatively: "How many people with the surname Mao in your first normal school?" "There are hundreds of students, how do I know? Hey, what's your name?" Looking at the surname revealed in Si Yong's open textbook, Mao Zedong sighed, "Tao Siyong? What a good name, Xi Shitao, Tao Siyong, happy to have made it." "You also know this allusion?" Si Yong asked in surprise. "From "Book of Rites Tan Gong", 'Xize Si Tao, Tao Si Yong, Yong Si You, You Si Wu.' You will sing and dance happily for the rest of your life!" While talking, Mao Zedong took the book, came to the counter, and paid for the book with the Yang Changji that Yang Changji gave him.Just as they were about to go out, they realized that when the two of them were talking, it was raining heavily outside, and the rain was falling down the tiles, as if a water curtain had been hung on the gate.Mao Zedong stretched his arms, and said nonchalantly: "Haha, no one keeps guests, but heaven keeps guests!" Si Yong didn't expect him to be so open-minded, and asked unexpectedly: "Are you quite happy?" "It's going to rain, and you can't stop it, so you can't help it?" Mao Zedong turned around and called, "Boss, can you take a stool to sit on?" Si Yong felt that something was wrong, so he handed over the stool for Si Yong to sit down, and then asked the boss for it.The boss answered only that one, so Mao Zedong had to squat down beside Si Yong. The rain is like a bead curtain, sprinkled in front of the eaves.Si Yong couldn't help stretching out his hand, letting the rain hit his hand, feeling the coolness.Following her example, Mao Zedong also put his hand into the rain.The two looked at themselves, then at each other, and suddenly laughed.With this smile, there is no feeling of unfamiliarity between each other, and it is much easier to talk. "If you want to talk about rain, Su Dongpo's "Fixing the Storm" is absolutely unparalleled in the world! Listen: don't listen to the sound of the forest hitting the leaves, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are light than horses. Who is afraid, a cloud of mist and rain Ren Pingsheng..." Pointing to Yu Jing and reciting Su Ci, Mao Zedong was full of interest. Si Yongjie said shortly: "It's raining lightly." "Heavy rain and light rain are not the same thing, anyway, it is written about rain." "How could it be the same? It's impossible to be so leisurely under heavy rain." "It's true. If it's going to rain so much, Su Dongpo will still 'walk slowly'? He must run faster than a rabbit." Si Yong was amused by Mao Zedong's words, and she scolded: "It's you, but it's you." "If you are not convinced, come up with a song. It has to do with the rain." Obviously knowing that Mao Zedong was provoking her, Si Yong still said generously: "Come here, Li Qingzhao's. Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was strong, and the sleep was so heavy that the wine was not enough. I tried the man behind the curtain, but I said that the begonia is still the same. If you know it, you should It's green, fat, red and thin. How about it, is it more artistic than yours?" "The light has artistic conception, but the content is soft, but it's still boring. Listen to this song, Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night". Good rain knows the season, and when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently—from rain to all over the world Everything is much more open than your artistic conception, right?" "Poems are about inner feelings, and they don't necessarily have to pervade everything in the world." Si Yong argued. The sound of the rain was murmuring, and the sound of the two people chanting to each other came and went, as if they had merged into this pure rain and became a part of it. "Tingding, chirping, chirping, coming out of the deep valley, moving to the arbor. Chirping, I beg my friend's voice." Mao Zedong was triumphant, "I won another game! How about it, three fights and three victories." Si Yong said that he couldn't beat Mao Zedong, so he played petty temper: "You are amazing, okay? I can't compare with you. What's the sound of it, it's boring." "How can it be boring? This is my favorite sentence in it. Look, there is a lonely valley singing, ah, the world is so big, who can be my bosom friend? Who, Can you be my friend? Who can understand my heart and be in harmony with me?" He chanted to the point of joy, dragging his rag shoes, dancing with his hands and feet, completely immersed in the artistic conception of the poem . Looking at Mao Zedong, Si Yong burst out laughing suddenly. Mao Zedong asked: "Hey, what are you laughing at? This poem may not be funny?" "Poetry is not funny. I was just thinking, is your empty valley in Africa?" "Why did Chinese poetry get involved in Africa?" "If it wasn't in Africa," Si Yong looked Mao Zedong up and down, "Where can such a big bird come from? Do you think China also produces ostriches?" Mao Zedong's poetry was suddenly interrupted, and he said helplessly: "Look at you, you don't match other people's emotions at all. You really play the piano with a cow." Seeing that Si Yong was unhappy, Mao Zedong quickly added: "Just kidding Well, is this really true? How can there be a cow with your stature in this world?" "That's right, stupid cows are all those tall and big guys!" Si Yong turned his head away. After a while, he didn't hear Mao Zedong's voice, and turned his head to look again, only to see Mao Zedong looking at her with a smile.Si Yong, who was pretending to be angry, couldn't help laughing, and said to Mao Zedong, "Stupid cow!" "It's raining, so it's time to go. I have class in the afternoon, so I can't wait. Besides, it doesn't matter if it's raining." Looking at the rain, Mao Zedong rolled up his trousers, took off his pair of rag shoes, and carried them in his hands. hand, turned around, and stretched out the hand that had just taken off the shoes to Si Yong, "Nice to meet you." Seeing that Si Yong was staring at his hands without moving, Mao Zedong reacted. He quickly wiped his dirty hands on his clothes, stretched them out again, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention." The two shook hands, and Mao Zedong said, "We'll talk again next time when we're free, and I'll return the book to you. Goodbye." After speaking, he rushed into the rain. Watching Mao Zedong go away, Si Yong couldn't help saying to himself, "Next time? I don't have time and no place. How can there be a next time? This person!" three Liu Junqing walked forward reluctantly.There was water everywhere on the ground, he found a place against the wall, took off his leather shoes, put on cloth shoes, carefully chose a place with less water, and walked towards the First Division.Seeing that he was approaching the school gate, he hesitated for a moment, then hid by the wall again, took out his leather shoes, took out his handkerchief, wiped them carefully, and then put them on.The feeling of stepping on the ground with brand new leather shoes is different from wearing cloth shoes.With her head held high, Liu Junqing walked towards the school with square steps. With the sound of "falling off the sedan chair", Yuan Jiliu shook his long gown, and got off the sedan chair with great style.On the side, the sedan chairs of Huang Shutao and others just arrived.The two held each other's fists and walked into the school gate.Looking around, there was a pile of sedan chairs to pick up and drop off the teachers, and all the gentlemen were well-dressed, and they were all dignified people at a glance. Mao Zedong, with his bare feet and carrying his pair of rag shoes, ran in just at this time.Liu Junqing was in a good mood, and took the initiative to greet him, "Brother Run." Mao Zedong agreed casually, without looking at Liu Junqing's new leather shoes, and ran up the steps alone, shaking his clothes and putting down his trousers.Liu Junqing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Luckily, Zipeng and Cai Hesen were also coming. He regained his energy and changed direction to go to Zipeng. Unexpectedly, a middle-aged man came up behind him while shaking his coir raincoat, and collided with him. At the same time, the muddy sandals of the middle-aged man stepped on Liu Junqing's shiny leather shoes. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't notice it all at once, I'm sorry." The middle-aged man said embarrassedly. Seeing that the brand new leather shoes had been stamped with several muddy watermarks, Liu Junqing frowned immediately. He took a look at the middle-aged man, who was wearing an old earthen jacket with rolled trousers, straw sandals, and a coir raincoat. It's water, with a simple and honest smile on his face, he looked like an honest farmer at first glance, and immediately yelled unhappily: "What are you doing? Do you have eyes? These are new shoes from Shanghai. They are broken. Can you afford it?" "I'm really sorry, how much you forgive me..." The middle-aged man continued to apologize honestly. But Liu Junqing still had to be reasonable and unforgiving: "I don't care, you clean it up for me!" "Liu Junqing, are you serious? He didn't do it on purpose." Mao Zedong couldn't stand it anymore, and turned around to fight for the middle-aged man. Liu Junqing glared at him: "It's not your shoes, of course you don't feel bad." "It's just a pair of shoes, and it's not your life!" "Do you think these are your worn-out shoes? If you can't afford them, don't show them off here!" Liu Junqing mocked Mao Zedong, and then shouted at the middle-aged man, "Are you cleaning them or not?" Cai Hesen couldn't see it anymore, and persuaded him: "Liu Junqing, why bother? Go back and wipe it yourself." "What's the matter with you? I want you to talk more!" Zipeng also came to smooth things over: "Forget it, let me lend you a handkerchief..." Mao Zedong pulled Zipeng over and said, "Don't lend it to him, let him wipe it himself! It's too late!" "Mao Zedong, I don't want to mess with you!" Liu Junqing felt that Mao Zedong was really busy. Mao Zedong just happened to be a master who was not afraid of getting into trouble, so he straightened his waist and yelled at Liu Junqing: "So what?" Seeing that a few students were about to quarrel, the middle-aged man hurriedly interjected, "Forget it, it's all caused by me. I'll wipe it clean, okay?" shoe shine. "Hey, let me say, why do you..." Mao Zedong still wanted to stop, but the middle-aged man said gently with a peaceful smile, "Forget it, isn't it just a wipe? If you wipe it clean, nothing will happen." .” He wiped the sewage on the leather shoes with his sleeve, Liu Junqing stretched out his feet, motionless.Mao Zedong really couldn't stand it anymore, he snorted heavily to Liu Junqing, turned around and left. The middle-aged man straightened up and asked Liu Junqing, "Have you checked and wiped it?" Under the eyes of everyone, Liu Junqing also seemed to feel that he was a little too much, he slowed down: "Forget it, be careful next time." Mao Zedong, who entered the building, turned his head and glared at Liu Junqing outside. He had just walked in, but Yang Changji was standing in front of him.Seeing that the teacher's gaze stayed on the broken shoes in his hand and the book in the other hand, Mao Zedong couldn't help feeling embarrassed and lowered his head. Yang Changji asked him, "What book did you buy again?" "On the History of Western Ethics." "Oh." Yang Changji took the book and checked the price: "It's not cheap!" "I was going to buy shoes. I passed the bookstore on the way, and I didn't pay attention..." He couldn't explain anymore, and rubbed his head.After looking at him for a while, Yang Changji handed the book back, and said calmly, "Class is about to start, don't delay." Watching Mao Zedong's back running barefoot, Yang Changji nodded slightly. After Mao Zedong entered the large comprehensive classroom, he sat down when he saw Fang Weixia coming in.He got on the podium, glanced at all the freshmen in the audience, and said: "Everyone, from today onwards, everyone will start a new course - the study of pedagogy. Pedagogy is the main course of our normal students, and it is also A course that the school attaches great importance to, in order to develop this course well, the school specially hired Mr. Xu Teli, a well-known pedagogical authority in the Changsha education circle, to teach everyone.” The students in the audience cheered up, and many of them began to discuss in low voices. Obviously everyone had heard of Xu Teli's name.Fang Weixia continued: "Mr. Xu is the principal of Changsha Normal School and the deputy speaker of the Provincial Council. It is an honor for our first normal school and an honor for all the new students to be able to accept the appointment in the midst of his busy schedule in educational and government affairs. Next, let us welcome Teacher Xu Teli with warm applause!" The applause was like thunder, and in the crowd, Liu Junqing's eyes sparkled with excitement from the moment he heard the title of "Vice Speaker".His clapping hands froze suddenly.The one who came in from the door was the middle-aged "farmer" who was shining his shoes at the gate just now. On his cuffs, there were still stains from the shoeshine. "Students," Xu Teli stepped onto the podium with a resounding voice, "You are all normal students. In the future, you will all become elementary school teachers. Pedagogy is to teach you how to be a qualified teacher. Today, I don't plan to teach you The lectures and the knowledge in the textbooks are reserved for the future. Now let’s visit primary school education together so that everyone can have an intuitive understanding of the careers they will engage in in the future. After the visit, go back to school to discuss in groups and write a review experience each. This is Our first lesson. All right, stand up and follow me." He finished speaking neatly, and strode out.The students followed up one after another. This teaching method obviously made everyone feel quite fresh. Mao Zedong patted Cai Hesen and said, "Hey, this old man is interesting." Cai Hesen nodded with a smile, but Liu Junqing, who was at the end, turned pale. Four On the football field, a game is being played in full swing.The students' golf skills were obviously not very good, but they yelled loudly and were sweating profusely. Only Yi Yongqi sat on the sidelines alone, guarding the clothes and shoes that everyone piled up together. In front of the simple wooden frame goal, Mao Zedong is guarding the goal with his hands wide open.Xiao San shot vigorously, Mao Zedong leaped into the air, and kicked the ball away. Although he was fast, his posture was not beautiful, and he fell on his back.The repaired cloth shoe was torn again and flew out of the field along with the ball.Amidst the laughter, Yi Yongqi rushed to retrieve the shoe for Mao Zedong, but Mao Zedong signaled that he didn't need it. He simply took off the other shoe and went into the game barefoot.Holding Mao Zedong's shoe, Yi Yongqi carefully examined the hole. The afterglow of the evening light shines through the windows of Class 8's dormitory and shines on a pair of thin, pale hands, which are struggling to mend Mao Zedong's cracked cloth shoe with needles and threads.Through the thick myopic glasses, Yi Yongqi's expression is so focused. "Bang bang bang", came the peaceful knock on the door. "Please come in." Yi Yongqi raised his head, was taken aback for a moment, and quickly stood up.It was Yang Changji who walked in. He looked at the empty dormitory and asked, "Why, isn't Mao Zedong here?" "Look for Runzhi. He must be in the reading room of the library right now. He goes to read at this time every day, and he won't come back until the door is closed." "Really?" Yang Changji nodded, and his eyes fell on the whitened name strip on the head of Mao Zedong's bed. "Is this his bed?" "right." Yang Changji looked at Mao Zedong's bed and table. On the bed, there was a simple blue homespun quilt. On a wooden board against the wall, several layers of books were stacked one upon another, pressing the wooden board into a deep bow shape. There were many more. The books were piled messily at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, leaving only a small half of the bed that could barely fit.On the table, there were also stacks of books and notebooks, with traces of candles and stains of ink everywhere.A newspaper placed on the table caught Yang Changji's attention. It was a "Ta Kung Pao", but the newspaper seemed to be one size too small. Yang Changji picked it up and took a look, only to find that the newspaper had been cut evenly with the words on it. , the top and bottom are gone. "What's going on here?" Yang Changji was obviously puzzled, "How did you cut the newspaper like this?" "Oh, Runzhi cut it himself." It was only then that Yang Changji noticed another stack of newspapers beside the bed. The tops and bottoms of these newspapers were also cut off, but each newspaper had a stack of small slips of writing on it. It is cut from top to bottom. Yi Yongqi explained: "Runzhi has a habit of reading newspapers, and he is very careful. No matter what he doesn't understand, even if it is a place name or a word, as long as he didn't know it before, he will immediately look up the information and write it down. On the cut-out slip of paper. So, we all call him 'Newsletter', anyway, no matter what current affairs, you just need to ask him, and you will know everything." Flipping through the small slips of paper nailed to the newspaper, Yang Changji asked: "However, it is so troublesome to cut the newspaper! Why don't you use another paper?" "That," Yi Yongqi hesitated, "Six sheets of blank paper cost one penny..." "Oh." Yang Changji understood, he nodded, his eyes fell on the cloth shoe that was mending in Yi Yongqi's hand, and asked, "Is this his shoe?" "Yes, Runzhi is the only pair of shoes that he can't wear anymore, and he doesn't know how to mend them. Anyway, I have mended shoes before... It's just that the shoes are too old, and I'm afraid they won't last for a few days after mending them." Taking the half-patched shoe, Yang Changji stretched out his hand to roughly measure the length, and suddenly smiled: "Hey, these feet are big enough." Yi Yongqi smiled honestly, the cloth shoes on his own feet were also patched, they were very old. Yang Changji thought about what Yi Yongqi said about Mao Zedong all the way. When he came to the reading room of the First Division, it was already dark. When he entered, he found a candle on the table, which was not lit. Ray is reading a book.In front of him were dictionaries and pen and ink stationery spread out. He stopped from time to time, flipped through the materials, and checked the contents of the book. Yang Changji struck a match, lit the candle with a smile, and said to Mao Zedong: "The light is so poor, aren't you afraid of bad eyes?" Mao Zedong saw that it was Teacher Yang and wanted to stand up. Yang Changji patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to sit down and continue reading.Mao Zedong looked at the candle that the teacher had just lit for himself, and said, "I think I can still see clearly. Besides, it's really dark, and the school will call." Yang Changji picked up the book in front of Mao Zedong, glanced at it, it was "On the History of Western Ethics", and asked: "You seem to be very interested in ethics? Come, let's talk about it." 毛泽东大胆地说：“世间万事，以伦理而始，家国天下，以伦理为系，我觉得要研究历史、政治及社会各门学科，首先就要掌握伦理学。” 杨昌济翻着书，又问：“那，你对泡尔生说的这个二元论怎么看？” “泡尔生说，精神不灭，物质不灭。我觉得很有道理，精神和物质，本来就一回事，一而二，二而一，正如王阳明所言，心即理也。” “你再具体说说你的感想。” “对。世界之历史文明，本来就都存在于人的观念里头，没有人的观念，就没有这个世界。孟子的仁义内在，王阳明的心即理，和德国康德的心物一体，讲的都是这个道理。可谓古今中外，万理一源。” “你是在想问题，带着思索读书方能有收获。”杨昌济笑了，放下书，站起身来，说：“好了，你先看书吧，我不打搅你了。”走出两步，他又转头：“对了，明天下了课，记得到我办公室来一趟。” 走出阅览室，杨昌济的脚步停在了门外。静静地凝视着里面那个专心致志的身影。秋风掠过，杨昌济拉紧了西服的前襟。他的目光落在了毛泽东的凳子下，那双光着的大脚上，只穿着一双草鞋，却似乎全未感觉到寒冷的存在。 从阅览室回到寝室，毛泽东洗脚准备休息了，可他的大脚从洗脚的木盆里提了出来，擦着脚上的水，眼睛却始终没有离开面前的书。一双手无声地移开了木盆旁的草鞋，将那双补好了的布鞋摆在了原处。毛泽东的脚落在鞋上，才发现感觉不对，一抬头，眼前是易永畦憨厚的笑容。毛泽东拿起鞋一看，愣住了。易永畦微笑着，向他点了点头，轻轻退回了自己的铺位。烛光下，凝视着重新补好的鞋，毛泽东一时间也不知是什么心情。 第二天，在办公室里，杨昌济把厚厚的一大本手稿放在毛泽东面前，对他说：“昨天我看见你读那本《西洋伦理学史论》，那本是德文原著，蔡元培先生由日文转译而来，一则提纲挈领，比较简单；二则屡经转译，原意总不免打了折扣。我这里正好也译了一本《西洋伦理学史》，是由德文直接译过来的，你如果有兴趣，可以借给你看看。” 毛泽东喜出望外：“真的？那……那太谢谢老师了！” “这可是手稿，只此一份，上海那边还等着凭此出书，你可要小心保管，要是丢了，我的书可就出不成了。” “您放心，弄丢一页，您砍我的脑壳！” 毛泽东抱着书稿站起身，正要出门，却又听到杨昌济在喊他：“等一下。”然后，把两双崭新的布鞋递到了毛泽东面前。 “我可不知道你的脚到底多大，只是估摸着买的。你这个个子，这鞋还真不好买。” 拿着鞋，毛泽东一时真不知说什么好。他突然深深给杨昌济鞠了一躬：“谢谢老师！”