Chapter 2 Hua Zhan's diary

one Zheng Deling from No. 23 next door is really nice!Today my mother carried me to the door, and I saw her riding a bamboo horse on the cement.She smiled at me, and I clearly saw that this smile meant that I should ride a bamboo horse together.I immediately smiled back at her, expressing my willingness, and stepped down from my mother's arms to ride a bamboo horse with her.They rode the same bamboo horse. I wanted to turn a corner, and she agreed; I wanted to go a little farther, and she was also happy; she said to let the horse eat some grass, and I was also happy; It also makes sense.We are really gay friends!When the interest was just right, my mother came out and took my hand and asked me to eat.I said, "I'm not happy." My mother said, "Zheng Deling is going to eat too!" Sure enough, Zheng Deling's elder brother called "Deling!" He also came out and held Zheng Deling's hand.I had to go in with my mother.When we were about to enter our respective doors, she looked back at me, and I looked back at her-look, each went in, and disappeared.

I really don't want to eat.I knew she must have no intention of eating either.Otherwise, why didn't she smile at me when we parted, and her face was very unhappy?It was indescribably amusing for me to be with her.Why rush to eat?Even if you want to eat, you can eat when you are free.In fact, in my opinion, how good would it be for comrades like us to eat and sleep together every day?Why divide into two?Even if they have to be divided into two families, anyway, father and Zheng Deling's father are very close, and mother often talks and laughs with Zheng Deling's mother, as long as you adults can be together, and we children can be together, wouldn't it be better?

I don't know who decided this "family" distribution method, it is really unreasonable.I think it is always made by adults.The unreasonableness of adults, I often feel recently, is not limited to this end: that day when my father and I went to Xianshi Company, I saw many small cars and bicycles on the ground, which were obviously used by our children; but my father must not Ken took one home for me and left it there with a lot of room.When I came back, I saw many cars parked by the side of the road; if I wanted to sit, my father would definitely not let me sit, and let them park empty by the side of the road.Another time, my aunt carried me to the street. An old woman with many small flower baskets on her shoulders was playing a flute and holding a small flower basket in her hand. She looked at me and handed me the flower basket in her hand; No, hurry to hug me and go away.This kind of small flower basket was originally for children to play with, besides, the old woman clearly expressed her willingness to give it to me, so why did my aunt tell me not to pick it up?Auntie is also unreasonable, this is probably what her father taught her.

I like Zheng Deling the most.She is as tall as I stand on the ground, walks as fast, and has the same mood and interests.Sister Bao or Zheng Deling's brother have a somewhat unreasonable attitude, I don't think they understand.Probably because their bodies have grown up and they are a little closer to adults, so their moods are a little bit like adults' unreasonable.Sister Bao often calls me "crazy".I said to my father, if it doesn't rain, so that Zheng Deling can come out, Sister Bao pointed at me and said: "Zhan Zhan Chi", how do you call "Zhan Zhan Chi"?You don't come to play with me every day, and you go to school with your schoolbag, isn't it "crazy"?Dad sits at the table all day, filling in the words on the grid of the article, isn't he "crazy"?Isn't it annoying that you can't go out to play in the rain?I want the sky not to rain, which is a reasonable request.I can hear you asking Dad to turn on the light every night, and Dad will turn it on for you, and the room will be bright.Why do you call me "crazy"?Although Zheng Deling's elder brother didn't say anything about me, I always hated him.When we were playing, he would always put on a straight face and pull Zheng Deling, saying, "It's not embarrassing to go to someone's house barefoot!" He also said, "Eating other people's bread is not afraid of embarrassment!" He immediately pulled her away. "Embarrassment" is what adults are used to saying. They are often not afraid of getting bored, sitting in a chair, nodding, bending over, saying "please, please", "sorry", "embarrassed" and other boring words.They're all a bit like grown-ups now!

what!I have very few confidants!I'm very lonely!My mother often said that I "could cry", how could I not cry? two Today I saw a strange situation: After eating sugar porridge, when my mother carried me to the dining room, I saw my father was wearing a big white cloth, sitting on a chair with his head downcast, a pock-faced stranger in a black gown, holding a shiny The knife cut hard on the back of Dad's neck.Ah!What a strange situation this is!What the grown-ups do, the more you look at it, the more surprising it is!Why is Dad willing to be cut by this pockmarked stranger?Does it hurt?

What's even more strange, when my mother carried me to the dining room, she clearly saw the appalling situation of my father being cut.However, she didn't mind at all, as if she hadn't seen it.Sister Bao came in from the patio with her schoolbag in her hands.I think she must cry when she sees it.Unexpectedly, she just called "Daddy", looked at the scary pockmarked child, and went to the room to hang up her schoolbag inadvertently.Dad cut his finger the day before yesterday. Didn't he yell "Mom" and immediately fetch cotton and gauze?Today, this terrible pockmark clenched his teeth and cut off Dad's head. Why didn't Mom and Sister Bao care about it?I really don't understand.Damn it, it's that pockmark.He still has a cigarette in his ear, just like Dad holds a pencil.He must be a man without a pencil, must be a bad guy.

Later, my father raised his eyes and called me: "Hua Zhan, you also come to shave your head, okay? After Dad called, the pockmark raised his head and looked at me, revealing a shiny golden tooth.I didn't understand what my father meant, and I was terribly frightened.I couldn't help but hugged my mother's neck and cried.At this time, mother, father and that pockmarked a lot of words, but I couldn't hear clearly, and I didn't understand.I only heard "shaved head" and "shaved head", but I didn't know what it meant.I cried, and my mother hugged me and walked out of the patio.When I got to the door, I peeked inside, and saw the pockmark through the window clenching his teeth again, cutting off Dad's ear.

There are students throwing a ball outside the gate, soldiers doing gymnastics, and a train leaving.My mother told me not to cry and told me to watch the train.I was in suspense about the strange things inside the door, and I was not in the mood to look at the scenery, so I just leaned on my mother's shoulders. I hate that pockmark, he must not be a good person.I want to say to my mother, hit him with a stick.However, I finally stopped talking.Because in my experience, grown-ups often disagree with me.They are often unreasonable, insisting that I take the worst "medicine", force me to do the most difficult "washing face", or insist on not allowing me to make the most interesting water or the most beautiful fire.They are indifferent to today's strange things, and their opinions must be at odds with mine.If I propose to fight, it will definitely not be approved.If you can't beat them anyway, forget it.I just cry!The weirdest thing is that Sister Bao, who usually sympathizes with me, jumped out of the door to laugh at me today, and told my mother that I was an "idiot".I only cry alone!Who can sympathize with my crying?

When my mother came back with me in her arms, I raised my head, ready to take another look. What happened to this strange thing?Is that nasty pockmark still there?Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped into the threshold of the wall, I heard the sound of "pat, clap".When I walked into the dining room, I saw that pockmark was hitting Dad on the back with his fist. The sound of "pat, clap" is exactly the sound of beating.It can be seen that he must have been beaten hard, and my father must be in pain.But why did Dad let him beat him?Why doesn't mom care?I cry again.My mother hurriedly carried me into the room and said something to my aunt. Both of them laughed and said a lot to me.However, I still heard the sound of "pat, clap" beating people next door, so I didn't want to listen to what they said.

Didn't Dad say "beating someone is the worst thing"?That day Ruanruan refused to give me a brand of cigarettes, I slapped her, my father once scolded me, saying I was not good; and that day I broke the cold and heat watch, my mother spanked my ass, my father immediately hugged me , Said to my mother "I can't fight".Why did everyone not care about that pockmarked father beating him today?I continued to cry, and I fell asleep in my mother's arms. When I woke up, I saw my father sitting next to Piana (1). He seemed unharmed and his ears had not been cut off, but his head was very white, like a monk.When I saw my father, I immediately remembered the strange incident before going to bed, but they--father, mother, etc.--still didn't mind and never talked about it.When I think about it, I feel terrified and confused.It was obvious that my father had his neck cut, his ears cut off, and he was beaten with fists, but everyone ignored it, leaving me alone in horror and confusion.well!Who can sympathize with my terror?Can anyone explain this confusion to me?

Made in 1926. (should be made in 1927)