Chapter 13 shortness of breath and other

Short-lived and long-lasting When my friend's mother was free, she often put on her glasses and stood in front of the window looking at the street.The English "Damei Evening News" used to have a column called "The Window of Life", with bits and pieces of knowledge, very interesting, very representative of the atmosphere of the city, like this old lady can write a paragraph every day.One day she saw a man, still quite neatly dressed, no matter what, he was of the long-sleeved class, beating a woman and wrestling all the way.Many bystanders became displeased and shouted to the woman, "Send him to the police station!" The woman cried, "I don't want him to go to the police station, I want him to go home!" Then she begged the man: "Go back—go back and hit me!" Such a thing is really annoying to hear, and there is nothing you can do about it.

Second little woman At our door, there is a raised "island" in the middle of the road. The cement is paved with mud and two rows of evergreen trees are planted.From time to time some wild children played there and shitted under the little green trees.There was an eight or nine-year-old girl with a long yellowish face, light eyebrows, and a thin purple jacket and blue trousers. She sat on the edge of the steps with her head bowed, her greasy hair hanging over her face, and she was studying with a friend. The principle of knitting wool.I think she resembles me in some ways, and I can't help but take a second look when I pass by.She was very happy, pulled out two needles, and put a small cuff of pink and blue wool she had knitted on her friend's wrist as a sample.Her friend stretched out a hand, looked around, and was also very happy.

She must only have enough wool for such a small cuff, I know.Because she resembled me so much, even though I walked all the way without looking back, I felt a little sad in my heart. three masters Once I dragged out a shoe box and threw it in the middle of the room, and didn't collect it for a long time.Grandma and her god-sister came to help, and they took the wet clothes to the balcony to dry. Taking it away, as if it should be there naturally, I sat in front of the desk, looked back at this situation, and thought: Is this what it feels like to be the head of the family?But I've always been used to being subservient and humble at home, so I don't envy such authority.Servants, craftsmen, I am not good at what they do, so I am very obedient before them.My mother often took care of me when she was leaving: "Miss Ailing, there is still a pot of water on the electric stove. When it is on, it needs to be poured into a thermos bottle. If it falls on the refrigerator, you plug it in." I said "Oh!" I agreed very loudly.The same is true for the tailor, as long as he smiles sourly, I immediately feel that I have bought a foot less for my clothes.Some of the ladies, though stingy, were delighted when a small account was given, which made them feel that they were masters everywhere.I naturally give when I have to, and I don't dare to give less, but I am always reluctant in my heart and feel no pleasure at all.Last time, in order to print a book, I called a truck to bring the paper.My aunt asked me: "Is the money ready?" I stuffed a stack of banknotes into her hand and said, "Give it to them, okay?" "Why?" "I'm afraid."

She stared at me and said, "You man!" But I had already ducked away. Later she told me: "You have lost a lot. You didn't see the scene just now. Those people smiled and thanked you again." But I don't regret it either. four dogs This winter is the first time I have worn a leather jacket.Sitting by the brazier at night, the fire was only a little red covered by ashes;Putting his hands in the lapel, feeling the soft skin inside, he felt like a dog.Occasionally touching the tip of the nose is also cold, like a dog. Five Confucius On the day of Confucius' birthday, Grandma's son had a day off from school.In the kitchen, my mother was bending over to sweep the floor, and said to my aunt, "I always talk about Confucius, who is this Confucius?" My aunt thought for a while, and replied, "Confucius is a book writer——" I immediately thought of people like Su Qing and me, and felt very inappropriate.My aunt went on to say, "I have written Mencius and many other books."

Our dining table was directly facing the balcony, and there was a broken bamboo curtain on the balcony, which was already dilapidated and could not block the western sun in summer, and there was no need to remove it in winter.Every day when the red sun sets or it rains, the sky outside the high-rise building is completely white, and the broken bamboos are floating obliquely, which looks like reeds.Once, a piece of dirty old cloth was tied to the reed. Looking out through the glass window, it looked like a silhouette of a villain. He was a Confucian, especially like Mencius. I always thought Mencius was relatively short.It rained for two or three weeks in a row, and the villain bowed and nodded repeatedly in the wind and rain. Although he was a scholar, he was also insightful and well-versed in human affairs. He was very willing to accommodate the starting point of the debate, from domineering to kingly, from women When it comes to the kingly way, he is both right and left, and his eloquence is moving, but his reasoning still doesn't work...it doesn't work no matter what.It made me sad to see him.Facing out the window every day when eating, I couldn't help noticing him, his face was gray and dusty, he bowed to the left and right.I said many times: "This cloth strip has to be untied, it looks like a witch!" However, when I got up after eating, I immediately forgot. It was only when the weather was fine and my mother hung the clothes that I took it off. Haven't seen it since.

Six Unworthy Tapir Dreams There is a classmate named Zhao.She asked me: "Zhao...how did you write it?" I said, "You know the character zao; it is the character Xiao." "Which character is Xiao?" "Xiao means similarity. I understand." "Is it similar? How to use it?" "For example, if a son is not good, he is said to be unworthy—he is not like his father. In ancient times, people were very authoritarian. When a son was not like his father, he was arbitrarily said to be not good. , Actually, it’s really not likely, what if the father is a bad person?” “Ah! Do you think that saying that a son is not like his father is tantamount to calling him an illegitimate child, implying that he was not raised by his father?” “Oh, you really are! I don’t know Chinese yet, but I’m already using Chinese to make tricks!

If yes, why hasn't anyone thought of this layer all these years? "However, she still smiled and asked: "But you think, isn't that the original meaning?People in ancient times were just as bad! " seven lonely A lady said: "I have such a temper. I like to be alone." Tapir Dream added in a low voice: "Lonely with a man." I laughed out loud.Fortunately, she was used to joking, so she laughed too.Let me say a few words. Tapir Dream said: "Many women use checkered blankets to make coats. The blankets are thick and wide, with square shoulders and straight lines. up there!"