Chapter 23 Little Foot Pyramid

Little Foot Pyramid — my aunt I have seven aunts, and here is the fifth one.My fifth aunt got married when she was seventeen, and her husband died in the spring when she was nineteen.Her husband's family was still rich, but her mother-in-law was very fierce, so my grandfather asked her family to let her come out to study in the M Mansion Literature School.Although her academic performance was mediocre when she was studying, she was exquisite in sewing and cooking.At that time, the principal's wife also lived on campus, and the female students rushed to chat with her after class and flatter her.She gets along best with my fifth aunt, firstly because her pitiful background as a young matchmaker arouses her sympathy, and secondly because she is good at needlework and can often embroider pillow flowers for her or turn over Mr. Silk cotton gown.After the fifth aunt graduated, the principal and his wife couldn't bear to let her go, and insisted on keeping her as a dormitory in the school.Of course, she was also willing to agree, so she has been working as the dormitory supervisor until now, although the name has been changed to "female trainer".

My fifth aunt has a short and fat body, with a pair of reorganized feet, changing into the latest shoes from time to time.Indeed, she always strives to be new in decoration, although she is never too old in thinking.The time I had the most contact with her was after the M House Girls’ School was renamed M County County Women’s Normal School, and then the M County Girls’ Normal School was renamed M County County Middle School.At that time, it was just the beginning of the implementation of male and female students, so the fifth aunt strictly carried out her duties, lest such girls would be tempted by others accidentally and cause trouble.I was only twelve years old when I entered middle school, jumping around like a skinny monkey, so I didn't need to be on guard against such things, but my fifth aunt warned me earnestly:

"Put the skirt down a bit, don't you see that even the knees are exposed?" "Don't perm your hair from now on, it's fluffy like a ghost!" "Why don't you quickly take off that little scarf around your neck? What's the point of wearing a school uniform if it's so colorful?" "Hurry up and go back to the girls' study room after class to review your homework. Don't just watch the boys play football on the playground! Oh, you open your mouth and laugh when you don't watch enough, I will deduct your conduct points. Lol! If you are disobedient again, I will write a letter to tell your father."

But I know she won't write to tell Papa, because she's more comfortable with a pen than with a needle.Usually, when she had something to write to her father, she had to waste a dozen sheets of letter paper first. Some of them wrote the sentence "Six brothers like me" and felt that the grid was wrong, and some couldn't write three or five lines and had to look up words in a dictionary. , every time she has a meal and has no intention of writing for a week, she always writes to me: "I don't read books every day, and I don't write letters. Your father told me to urge you to lose weight. If you don't hurry up and send a letter tomorrow Don't worry about him. Write me a few words as well."

I didn't dare to answer after hearing this, so I stuck out my tongue and went outside. There were always people outside laughing at her behind my back, so I could express my grievances when I heard it.They are all high-class girls, and I will definitely lose weight when I see them: "Hey, Aizhen, do you know that the second-year boy in high school nicknamed your aunt again, called the Little Foot Pyramid, which means that she looks like a pyramid from the top of her head to her buttocks, only with two extra little feet!" "The boy in the third year of high school said that she wore high-heeled shoes on her little feet, and she walked here and there, like a two-legged compasses!"

"Hahahaha!" I also laughed together, and my heart really felt a lot better. But soon the two-legged nickname was no longer applicable, because she saw that we had fun wearing basketball shoes, so she bought a pair of small basketball shoes for seven or eight-year-old children.The toe of the sneakers is wide and big, and she has to stuff a lot of old cotton when wearing them.When the boys see her wearing these shoes, they always clap their hands together: "Small basketball shoes! Little basketball shoes!" "One basketball shoe, half a piece of rotten cotton!"

"Little basketball shoes, little... But the fifth aunt was not very angry when she heard this.She sometimes smiled and said to me: "Nicknames have to be similar, don't they? You see, those boys are really unreasonable. I'm an old woman, why don't you call me a little ball?" She loves the nickname with "little" and loves these little basketball shoes even more.Because the monthly exam was being held at that time, the girls often secretly lit candles to read books at night. She knew this, so she often went to the door of each dormitory to look around quietly after the lights were turned off at night.Those sneakers were rubber-soled and they walked quietly, so she was able to push through the door unpreparedly and pick up their candles and matches.She handed over the pressed foreign candle stubs and empty matchboxes to the training office for filing, while long pieces of foreign candles and full boxes of matches were saved up and sent to my grandmother.At that time, my home was in the countryside, and there was no electric light installed.

In a few days, I will take the math test. I was afraid of this math all my life, but a male classmate sitting in the back row of me nicknamed "Little Edison" was the best at math.His surname is Zhou, and when I couldn't keep calling "Misto Zhou", I turned around and asked him for advice. Later, some tongue-twisting person told him that there was something between us, so I passed it on to the second, and then to the third. Boys started calling me "Mrs. Edison". I was about fifteen years old at the time, and I couldn't help feeling strange when I heard it. I never dared to turn around and ask him in math class.

I haven't called out "Misto Zhou" for more than half a month. This title seems to be a bit of a hindrance to me now, until the eve of this math test.The mathematics teacher told us that we had to complete all the more than 160 trigonometric exercises within two days, and then hand them in within the hour of the prescribed exam, which would be considered as the monthly exam score.I worked hard, but I still couldn't solve more than 30 questions, and my head hurt so badly, I had to throw away my feet and go to the river to blow some cool evening breeze. That night, because all the students in the school were busy preparing for the monthly exam, the riverside was quiet, with a moon hanging high above.As I walked, I muttered words in my mouth, "sinA plus S. SB" triangular topic The more I read, the more I read it, and my heart stopped.Before reaching the bottom of the gazebo, I heard a soft question from the foot of the pavilion: "Is your triangle ready, Mistin."

I was shocked.But when he looked closely, he couldn't help but feel his face heat up. "Not yet!" I answered with my head down. "Don't you have to hand in the test paper tomorrow?" "I can't do it," I was ashamed and hopeful, "would you help me? Misto—Zhou." I pronounced the awkward word "Zhou" with all my might. So he asked me which questions he couldn't solve, and I told him a few casually. I was so panicked that I could only think of 13 or 15 questions that I couldn't solve more than 30 questions.I said I would go to the study room to get the books.He taught me to be faster; he was waiting for me by the river.

I lowered my head and ran straight to the study room, within ten steps, at the notice board at the corner, I saw Fifth Aunt standing behind with a livid face. "Where are you going now?" she asked me viciously. "Our study room," my excitement immediately turned into panic. I was afraid that she would not be satisfied, and then added: "Let's leave the math problems." "Do you have a math test tomorrow?" "yes" "Then," she sneered, "do you still have time to talk to people?" I can't wait to smash that pyramid and break that two-legged ruler. Who would believe that Dad has such a disgusting sister? However, I finally didn't dare to take the book and go to the riverside. I just lowered my head and lay down on the self-study table and slowly scratched with the compasses.Of course I wasn't in the mood for trigonometry. As usual, she supervised the evening class during self-study, and girls who yawned would have to accept her slightly, so they made fun of her and deliberately asked her questions about mathematics and English, and she answered with a straight face: "This is not mine. Responsibility, you have to ask and ask..." "However, sir, if you are so knowledgeable, are you afraid that you won't be able to explain such superficial topics? To save us from running around in the dark looking for another gentleman, you can just do something outside of your responsibilities carelessly!" She just asked to take the book and read it, but immediately handed it back to the begging person, saying: "Although the question is very simple, I can't do anything beyond my responsibility." " I was secretly happy, and when I was about to mess around with a trigonometry problem, I saw Wang Ma looking out the window and winking at me.I pretended to relieve myself and slipped out. When Wang Ma saw me, she hurried up and said, "Miss Ding, you have a letter..." I hurried to answer it as if I had a premonition in my heart. Suddenly, the door of the study room When it opened, Fifth Aunt stood at the door and asked, "Who wrote it?" She seemed to have a premonition. "..." I passed the letter speechlessly, I haven't even glanced at it yet. "Monday one one one one M," she looked at and said to herself, but saw three or five heads visiting in the study room, but quickly changed her words: "This is...E. This is...your elder sister wrote to you ——Now you go to study by yourself, and come to my room after class to get it.” She said and gave me a hard look, and I couldn’t help shivering, feeling uneasy. This hour seemed particularly long and dull, as for me, it felt that way. After finally getting out of class, I opened the letter shaking my hands in her room. It was a trigonometry exercise done by Thirteen or Five.Thank God, Fifth Aunt is also relieved. Soon, I got engaged to Zhou Jun. But my fifth aunt still refused to let go of her guard against me. She paid attention to the novels I read every day. "Reading love novels will make the girls' hearts alive!" She told my mother: "Aizhen is a married woman now, can you still let her have other activities in her heart?" " Once, she found the book under my pillow and insisted that it was an obscene book, and she must write to my father immediately.Fortunately, a high school girl came forward to defend me: "If it is said that the title of the book has the word love, then Ding Aizhen should have been expelled long ago." Fifth Aunt was silent, but still took the book to her own shelf. Later, she felt that the best way to guard against young men and women was to simply persuade us to get married earlier.She embroidered many pillow flowers for us when we got married, and now that we have a child, she is busy embroidering tiger shoes for my child again. She herself is still working as a female training officer at M Middle School, but judging from the photos sent to us recently, her body has become much thinner, her hips no longer look like the bottom of a pyramid, and according to her own letter, her toes There is often moisture in the seams, so maybe this pair of small rubber-soled basketball shoes will have to give up for a while, I think.