When I arrived at County No. 1 Middle School in an ox cart, the sunset was already red.The seventeen hens and one rooster in the car were so hungry that their eyes were closed.They nestled in the big basket for eighty miles on the mountain road, and now only the sound of aggrieved and delicate cuckoo is left.The half-legged sang "Da Lian Cheng", "Picking up Blue Charcoal", and "Yellow Oriole Spreading Wings" all the way, with enough interest, but as soon as they entered the county's greeting gate, they drooped their faces and said: "It's a whole day of walking in a dog day. The road is injustice." When I was sent to the gate of the school, the rich and the poor refused to leave. He held the whip and said, "I want to go to the top, it's on West Street." I took the chickens out of the big bag I am more happy than dumping a pile of brightly colored radishes in a basket on the ground. My eyes are busy harvesting, but I forgot to say goodbye to the half-bellied radishes.Fortunately, besides the soft and fishy, ​​oyster-colored chicken feces and chicken feathers, there were three large red-skinned eggs at the bottom of the basket.He said that he was thirsty, and it would be nice to have an egg, so I put all the eggs stained with chicken feces into his sleeve, then lifted the luggage from the car, and said, "Go back, tell the branch secretary Chang Go and take care of my pigs, Zheng Shellang, I am most afraid of losing weight. Also, a litter of rabbits and two little squirrels are kept at Grandma Fuer's house. If one of them dies, I won't buy her aminophylline. Let her catch her breath..." Half-backed agreed, and said impatiently: "Worry about your studies, this terrain is a lot of brains..."

The half-squashed bullock cart creaked away, and I was sweating a little bit. Only then did I feel that this school was just another jackal I encountered in my life, baring its teeth and rushing towards me.On the school’s small playground, there are 50 to 60 percent new basketball hoops, red and rusty parallel bars, and flat sandy bunkers; three statues of workers, farmers, and soldiers are carved at the entrance of the European-style auditorium with a steeple in the northwest corner, and an avenue is also selected. Willows are the shaded concierge; on the other side, there are two small lakes the size of football fields surrounded by wild grass, bushes, and arbor forests, including rows of gray bungalows with different row spacing.I remembered that the chicken food chaff had fallen on the half-baked car, and when I turned around to look at the chickens bathing in the sand, stretching their waists, and eating around, I found that even the old-fashioned chicken, the mushroom hair on the chin was moving. Taking off the rabbit, and the hated chicken are dancing two-person stage.The chickens were excited, the heads of the chickens turned into rattles, their necks flicked, and once they were sent off, the south group and the north group went for a walk and visited the campus. 

Captain Chicken is a rooster. This man is dressed in brocade all over his body. His luxurious tail slowly unfolds during courtship. The moment he swoops forward slightly, his neck turns into a colored duster. When he sweeps left and right, the hen becomes a light chicken. The dust under the paint duster... I thought that as long as I caught Captain Chicken and raised my eyes, the chicken team members would obey obediently, but when I frantically caught Captain Chicken and finally caught Captain Chicken, the chicken team members also They all became Naadam athletes and went to the competition. 

A big basket, a piece of luggage, and me holding the wings of the chicken captain, standing in the middle of the road stupidly looks vivid.In addition, I was combing two high pot brushes, my fat Chinese tunic suit was as long as my knees, and half a brick patch was patched on each knee, and a pair of red lace-up cloth shoes were so eye-catching. His eyes seemed to be stung, and he couldn't avoid it.In the village, the fat sheep bleat, and the thin sheep bleat too. The villager is a cave dweller, and I am a cave dweller. Not to mention helping me catch chickens, even going to Jule Mountain to catch badgers, indigo chins, jackals and foxes is also broken. little things.Faced with a group of people who can't care about others and Qing Xingdanzi's jerky faces, I let Captain Chicken go.Captain Chicken woo woo—— croaked, stretched his neck arrogantly, and waved a pair of wings as a signal flag. First, he started carefully, and then ran into the grass by the lake. Turn around. 

In early spring and March, the sky is very dark.The setting sun was still fading, and the grass-colored clouds pressing up from the northeast obliviously darkened the sky and the earth.When I walked along the avenue to the blackboard of Wei Xida and looked for my name, there was the sound of a breeder looking for pigs in the distance.The loudspeaker on the branch of the black tree was broadcasting an article by Professor Yang of Sun Yat-Sen University in Guangzhou published by the People’s Daily——“Confucius—A Thinker Who Stubbornly Upheld Feudal Slavery.” A familiar crow was also standing on the loudspeaker, Flapping wings, eager to chime in: one good tailor is better than three classical sculptors!Mo Shou's small sign on the side of the road reads "Kong Laoer is a grass, we must get rid of it." "It's a pity to become famous and get married, freshmen should remember it well" and other slogans.In the city, my name is "Tang Xiaoya" and my nickname is "Xiaoya". I heard from my mother that my father picked up my mother's love with an article "Plucking Wei" in "Xiaoya", and my name became theirs. Seed marks.In the village, I was called "Little Gaizi" and nicknamed "Stupid Wogua".I don't know which name the party secretary who caught the strong man reported to me.Finally, I saw my name—Tang Xiaoya—on the sixth blackboard and the roster of Class 13. 

I think the branch secretary is still not close to me.  If you don't want to kiss, don't kiss, the wicker that has softened and turned green shakes the helpless and loving character for me.I kept pulling at the wicker, and when I looked back, the road smoke dissipated. A group of students around me were chattering about who was in which class and who taught which class. tone.My heart sank suddenly, and I realized that I was far away from the village. The side walls of the rows of classrooms were covered with blackboards the size of reed mats, full of words.  As soon as I got to the door of class 13, I saw the students walking backwards, and then turned around and ran away screaming, all of them were pale-faced boys.Excitedly, I broke through the crowd and rushed into the classroom to see a middle-aged man in a sheepskin jacket hanged to death.The deceased had a solemn face. He chose the posture of taking the oath to join the party, with his right fist against his right ear.There was a lot of discussion behind him: some said that he hanged himself with a red trouser belt, and he was close to the romantic, and some said that he hanged himself with a red trouser belt, because he was dissatisfied with the reality.One of the deceased’s feet had shoes and the other had no shoes. There was a hole the size of a ping-pong ball in the heel of the shoeless sock, and three holes the size of fava beans in front of the feet. The dark gray socks matched the light gray skin like a deliberate match. .The sleeves of the sheepskin jacket worn by the deceased were very short, revealing a section of cuffed sleeves of the red jersey.The cuffs were frayed.I was looking up at the dead man's celadon face, when a group of people came, wearing black or blue uniforms, and they said, oh, what a mess!They say that death is too quick and frightening.They said that they want you to be a head teacher, whether you should be a class teacher or not should be discussed, if you want to die, you will die, is life not life?Someone in the crowd said: Nonsense, hurry up and hug him down!The crowd shouted: put it down quickly, put it down quickly.Everyone stared at others with "Who will go?" "Who will go?", but no one took the lead. 

But there was a person who jumped onto the podium. He just wanted to rush up to hug the dead body, but he fell down for no reason. He hugged his ankle and said, "It's sprained, it's sprained!" "Stupid," I cursed in my heart. Dao, jumped onto the podium, jumped onto the desk, stepped on the frame of the blackboard wall with one foot, stretched his body into a cattail fan, grabbed the corpse's arm, and hugged the corpse into his arms. "Scissors! Scissors!" I said aloud, and the scissors were already in my hand.I turned the body over in a circle, stood on tiptoe, and cut off the red belt.The body sank like a sack of yam eggs, but I had one arm tightly around him.The helpers all turned their faces away, with expressions like they were planning to commit suicide or not.I was the only one who first pulled out a speck of eye droppings from his eyes, then stuffed back the long purple and long tongue that he pulled out like clover flowers, and then waited for everyone's hands and feet to be still sharp, to help put the corpse on the ground. The podium, and then moved the body together with the podium to the mold workshop of the school-run factory. Hearing the loudspeaker, he told all the teachers and students to go to the movies. 

When I ran into the cinema in three steps and two steps, the preparation bell rang.The agitated and crisp ringtone stuck a strip of ice down my spine, making it tremble coldly.Life in the city is as old as a spring, and I clutched that movie ticket tightly, like holding a rope of tendon pulled up from the bottom of a well, and my hands were wet.  Before I could find a seat, the movie started.Immediately, wild whistling, applause, and wanton yelling resounded throughout the cinema.I glanced worriedly at the ceiling of the cinema, then found an empty seat and sat down quickly. The filthy air smelled unbearable, and it was so familiar and friendly. 

It was a North Korean film called "Working Family".  "Sorry, you took my seat."  The titles of all the movies emphasize that Angora rabbits have fur, which is superfluous!Especially in North Korean movies, the rhythm is looser than sheep shit.  "Please get up, you are sitting in the wrong seat."  Come out, come out, the North Korean girl came out of the blooming apple orchard, she was too thin to describe, and she was as fat as a winter melon in a cloth bag... "You can get up now, besides, my scarf is sitting under your butt." There was a man's voice next to me, his voice was nasal, and he spoke Nanban Mandarin. "Papa, papa," he patted my shoulder with the notebook in his hand, only then did I realize that the man standing beside me was as straight and tall as a gallows. 

With my arms crossed on the back of the chair in front of me, staring at the screen, I bowed my ass and motioned for him to take the scarf away.  "No, not yet!" He emphasized, and while I owed my tall butt, I said in vernacular: "It's troublesome." "You get up early, don't bother." "You have to wear gloves to beg, you're in trouble." "What are you talking about? It's outrageous!" The man tapped my shoulder with the notebook again, and he tilted like a gallows about to fall. It’s the first time in three years since I jumped in the queue to watch a movie in a movie theater, “Go away, don’t worry, I’ll slap you all over the place!” I said casually.I followed the girl on the screen who was as fat as a winter melon in a cloth bag and went to the small river... "Where are you from? What's your name?" I looked up and saw his extremely narrow and tall forehead, and his eyes were big and narrow. He is black again, so he is from Cantonese.Facing the fellow villagers, my heart suddenly softened, and my buttocks pouted even higher.Unexpectedly, he said that I don't want the scarf anymore, please go away.I scolded Qingmian Melon for wiping my ass in my heart, it was endless, and seeing that there was still an empty seat on the right side of me, I plopped over.After moving the seat, I realized that my left foot had been stepping on someone else's scarf. No wonder he didn't pull it out for a long time. 

I crumpled up the scarf and gave it to him, but he pushed back, his expression somber.If I give it again, he pushes back again.I can't turn the scarf into a Hada, so I put the scarf on the armrest between me and him, and continued to watch the North Korean girl with a bag of winter melon walking home from the small river with a water pot on her head ...  Seeing half of it, I squinted at him on the left, and found that he had fallen asleep tirelessly, with his mouth stupidly half-opened, his head slightly tilted, and the notebook he was holding in his hands was placed on his belly.He was wearing a modified youth jacket with a slanted neckline, three buttonholes, and no flaps on the top pockets, a typical provincial coat.Watching a third-rate movie is like riding a horse that knows the way, indulge in fantasies... Last night when the party secretary informed me to study in the county No. 1 middle school, I was picking up cooked yam eggs from the stove pit.I came to jump in line, not to study, I protested.Who made your little one have a mattress and a quilt, and someone in the whole village could draw out a quilt for reading.I said I donated quilts.The branch secretary said: "Fat sheep can't escape the butcher's hand." I said with a sad face: "I can't get away, pigs, chickens, and rabbits are really growing, and they want me to feed them day and night. Hey, drink..." "Fart!" the party secretary interrupted, "The county has a document saying that education will be revived, and every village has its own targets. Those who fail to meet the tasks will be dismissed, and they will be criticized at the county-level cadre meeting." I said: "Since ancient times, I have heard that birds return to their nests, but I have never heard of education returning to their nests. At worst, I will marry your nephew, and there is no need to let me sit on the bench. Don't go!" Are you allowed?" When the branch secretary swallowed the last mouthful of roasted yam, his voice was full of Yangji's kindness; "I have suffered for three years, look at your axle and neck without washing, and your face is as dirty as a gray earthen jar. If you don't read, how can you do it?" While tidying up, baby, go obediently, let someone take care of the animal you raised..." Then, while pulling the yam in the ashes with a fire shovel, the branch secretary said, "Little scorpion, you promised in the village. Marrying anyone is a joke, but when you come to the county, don’t open your mouth and talk about marrying someone perfunctorily, and be ridiculed by others..." The branch secretary’s voice fell, and a group of people crowded into the kiln, and these guys were in my kiln every night Longmen, smashing the old and the ancient, resting in the summer, keeping warm in the winter, talking about women in the spring and autumn.Ever since I entered the village, people in the village said that my words scare away the stars of the scales, and they named me Xiaozizi.At first, I asked Hu Die, Niu Banjin, Qu Hubao and others to teach me how to speak the local dialect. Naturally, the twister of the oil lamp was raised high, the boiling water in the pot was filled with saccharin, the stewed yam eggs in the basket, the thick porridge in the pot, and millet cake Eat whatever you want, not long after, I learned all the local dialect, and these guys also became friends with me.  That night, when they knew that I was going to study in No. 1 Middle School of the County, they consciously organized a funeral procession and came to my house. "We should send Qu Youcai to study, that bastard landlord will be in trouble." Hu Fuyu, chairman of the Poor Association, said angrily. "My baby has to study for two and a half days a day, and the farts are pressed under the buttocks, so it's bitter." The person who said this was Aunt Fenfen, the director of the Women's Federation. She and I have an extraordinary friendship. "Since ancient times, there have been those who catch errands, catch men, catch chickens, birds, grasshoppers and draw lots. I have never heard of people who catch people studying!" said accountant Qu Xiexie.Later, some people persuaded the branch secretary to choose another head, and some persuaded the branch secretary to let the quota be scrapped, but no one volunteered to take it for me.I saw that the branch secretary was holding a sheepskin cigarette pouch, and he was trying his best to dig into the smoke pot, so I knew that the branch secretary was in trouble.I said I'll go, it's not bad to study and eat salt, I'll go to school to reform.The party secretary was afraid that I would go back on my word, saying that I would be paid the same as studying and working, and that I would be divided into five jobs every day. He also promised to promote me to join the regiment and join the basic militia company at the end of the year.  ... When I came out to study, Grandma Fu'er was the saddest, crying and running around in tune.Hey, let's not talk about her.After I left the village, I asked Hu Shenghua to send me a water purification bottle. In addition to the sticky and fragrant buds of a poplar tree, there was also a white lotus flower made of wax paper. She was so earnest. Can.  The story of "Working Family" is dull. A group of actors and actresses who won the Kim Il Sung Medal and the People's Meritorious Actor Medal are all for something. It is not as good as the two-person stage in our village, which is very impromptu. ——" It is very common to say that "the third master pissed on the kang and dried the mattress—"During this time, the film was burned once, and the big blue-purple hole in the oil cake gave off a pungent burnt smell.Sitting next to me, he was woken up by the sudden bright lights, dissatisfied whistles, and clapping his hands. He thought the movie was over, so he stood up and sat down again.He glanced at the scarf hanging on the armrest, and watched me clap my hands while stamping my feet, his eyes were full of unavoidable disgust.I felt uncomfortable after I left the village, and the way I dealt with it was to beat the torreya, whistle, howl, put my hands to my mouth and howl like a donkey, including turning the two pot brushes on my head into fat moles in late autumn, I was struggling to keep jumping for joy.  I noticed that he glanced at me a few times and was about to accuse me.But his gloomy and solemn demeanor and his lonely and dreamy eyes doomed him to hesitate to speak, and he couldn't make cheap accusations.He shook his head dejectedly, not to me but to the movie, and immediately opened his notebook... The movie is over.He closed his notebook and stood up.I said the scarf for you, but he turned a deaf ear.I draped the scarf over his shoulders as he brushed off a dead leaf—throwing the scarf on the back of the chair, expression determined.The dark gray scarf lay there limply, and the tassels of the scarf trembled a few times, just wanting to ask for a length.I found that some acquaintances were nodding and gesturing to him, and one of the men with a round face, wearing a forward hat and smiling eyes said something to him, and he waved his hands with an insignificant expression.Another idea came up in my heart, and I wanted to be sincere again. Anyway, I have done it before, so I can live up to my conscience. "My buttocks don't have eyes. I sat on your scarf accidentally, and it wasn't on purpose. What are you going to do?" I murmured behind his back, and picked up the scarf to persuade him to accept it.He turned his head and glanced at me with contempt on his face, so I stomped my feet, jumped over a few rows of chairs like a hurdle, squeezed into the crowd, handed the scarf to the man wearing the forward hat without explanation, and gestured to him He said, making a grimace in a spirited manner.He seemed to be saying a curse angrily, and I left the cinema.Leaving rows of jet-black seats with peeling patent leather.