Chapter 54 Looking back

"Hello, is Professor Zhang here?" As usual, the phone buzzed from early in the morning. "I am." "Hey! Zhang Xiaofeng!" The other party's voice suddenly became urgent, high and straightforward. I was stunned for a moment, because the voices from the phone are always polite, tactful, and asking for something. I have never heard of this style of calling names directly, so I didn't know how to answer for a while. "You don't remember me!" She continued to use that poignant tone: "I'm Li Meijin, I used to sit next door to you!"

I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, no wonder, it turned out to be her, a junior high school classmate thirty years ago, to her, "professor" and "madam" are superfluous decorative words.To her, I was just that simple Zhang Xiaofeng in a green dress and black dress. "I remember!" I said, "but where have you been all these years!" "In the United States, I came back from the recent summer vacation." That morning I suddenly became very confused, sometimes throwing myself back thirty years ago, and sometimes rushing back to the present.In fact, although I was an alumnus of Beiyi Girls, I only studied for two years. Later, because my father was transferred and my family moved south, I transferred to another school and left, and I never met these classmates again.The busy life made me gradually forget them. The strange thing is that when the phone call came and the name was spoken, the memory came back to life, and all the faces and voices came close to me.Time is really a wonderful thing, like a train, it can drive forward or go back along the track; memory is like breathing, and you don't even realize it when you breathe.

Finally, we agreed to go to Nanjing East Road to drink coffee in the afternoon on Zhou Wei, which was a class reunion.I waited with great excitement for that day, and that day finally came. Walking into the reserved room, the first thing I saw was the physics and chemistry teacher who was sitting at the head. She taught us shortly after graduating from the Normal University that year. She had short hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, pointed chin, and a gentle voice. We all fell in love with her immediately. Unexpectedly, thirty years later, she would still be so elegant and beautiful.Just as conspicuous as the teacher is Luo, who is the beauty of the class and still maintains a weight of forty-five kilograms.I remember at that time, I really thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, the daughter of a doctor, she learned piano, her eyes were beautiful and her skin was beautiful, all the good things in the world were concentrated on her, and she married the only grandson of an industrial tycoon in her sophomore year , the dowry cars couldn't finish one after another, all the female students in the class were bridesmaids, and the seats were flowing... But looking at her now, I realized that behind her still radiant beauty, she also lived a solid life .Wealth has its feet, and family status also has its ups and downs. She allowed herself to work from the smallest employee in the company and was familiar with every department of the company. Until now, she still takes management credits at night.The person I once regarded as a princess and a fairy is also living a down-to-earth life like this.

"Hey, is your hair permed?" Someone turned the arrow to me who was late. "No, I have curly hair all my life." As I said, I was proud of the perm cost I saved in my life. "It's better now, but in the past, when I registered, I couldn't pass the test. The teacher in the training team thought I was secretly getting my hair permed during the holidays. I couldn't explain it clearly. I was so anxious that I was about to cry." Everyone laughed.Huh?It turns out that it is funny and fun to talk about this incident after thirty years.But at that time, apart from feeling wronged, Mo Bai was so anxious to cry, there was no way to deal with it. At that time, I would be angry with the teacher, myself, and angry with my parents for inheriting my strange hair.

Then talk about each family.Back then, Li Meijin was thin and naughty and didn't like to study, but now she gave birth to several good children who are both good in character and learning, and became a good wife and mother; Wei was good at drawing pictures back then , It's a pity that I went to study business after listening to my father's advice, and I still can't forget art. "In the past, the two of you made posters. One wrote and the other drew. It was so late that you couldn't go home. I wanted to help, but I couldn't." "Why can't I remember such a thing?"

"The Chinese teacher often circulates your compositions to the whole class." Strange, I don't remember that either. What I remember is some secret envy and jealousy, such as Shi, who wrote a "Model's Monologue" to let the models in the window speak.Also named Luo Luojia, she wrote about Sichuan when she was a child, and wrote about "attractive rabbit meat in a copper washbasin".I just thought they were all geniuses. The topic turned to music again, which is really my dark scar.At that time, we had to sing in six-eighths time, and we had to look at the score and audition every time we had a class. If we couldn’t do something so simple, we had to stand up when we couldn’t do it in the last class, and we would sing later. before you can sit down.But, he just couldn't, so he just stood there, feeling ashamed to death.

"I can do it now, 123 12 32..." I sang all the way down, and everyone laughed, "Don't laugh, I can sing easily now, but at that time, when I think of music class, my heart is broken. I'm so anxious to cry..." Everyone still laughs.Really, it turns out that after thirty years, everything can be laughed off.Also, in fact, the teacher also suffered a lot. She resigned shortly after she finished teaching us, married a medical student, and lived in the alleys of Jiuquan Street for years. Thirty years later, the medical student has become a famous doctor. Splitting conjoined twins is the master's knife.

Physical education class, scouting class, and cleaning are all regarded as topics of great interest, "Hey, do you still remember that there are eight wrist bones-called scaphoid, half-moon, triangle, bean, large rib, small rib, capitate, Hook—I can’t forget it even now.” I said, seeing their astonished expressions, I was encouraged and continued to dig, “There is also the Chinese teacher, once she was ill, we all went to see her, she She started crying, saying that she had an ectopic pregnancy and had an operation, so she would not be able to have children in the future. At that time, we were too young, and we felt strange, why cry without children? Besides, she is usually such a strong person.”

Many sighs, many surprises, many sweet memories. Thirty years have passed. At that time, the anger, joy, laughter and tears, greed, ignorance and compassion at that time are just a trace of smoke on the surface of the coffee cup. The wounds can naturally heal, and all the fruits have been contained into wine. Someone was in a hurry to go home and cook dinner, so we left in a hurry. It turns out that things in the world can turn into smoke and wind in a flash, and everything can be seen as a dream in a joke. So, what else in this world can't be relieved or let go?