Chapter 21 twenty one

After Meng Liang left, Baoqing sat blankly, stunned for a long time.Lost another family member.First, my brother died, and then my best and most respected friend passed away.Meng Liang, he is full of talent, amiable and caring.Why is he leaving?He couldn't understand this.Because you don't understand, you will be depressed.It seemed that Meng Liang had just opened a door for him to let him have a look at the outside world, and then closed the door immediately, the surroundings were still pitch black. What is the difference between Meng Liang and him?He couldn't help but carefully compared himself with Xiulian's teacher.In his own way of life, he has duplicity, is sophisticated, flattering, and plays tricks when he is cold.Now, this all seems vulgar.And Meng Liang is so brave and frank.When speaking, he always cut straight to the point, straight to the point, and never beat around the bush or hesitated.Bao Qing felt that he was too weak and only knew how to please others.

He stood up abruptly, put the letter Meng Liang had given him in his pocket, and walked out the door.Can no longer look forward and backward.He wants to go to school to see.If it's what you want, let Xiulian go to school immediately.There can be no further delay.Meng Liang is right, you have to do things thoroughly.We should pull Xiulian well and help her as much as possible so that she has a chance to grow up.If she's not good enough, it's her own fault.He stepped forward, his face glowing, his heart beating with excitement, as if he were about to start a new life himself. The school is located in a big house on the top of the hill, with only three classrooms.The headmaster is an old lady. She runs this middle school, and it only accepts adult women who want to study, and those who have delayed their studies because of fleeing.

She was polite and listened to him respectfully.Baoqing didn't hide anything, he told her exactly what he was doing and why he sent Xiulian to study, especially emphasizing that his daughter was doing a lowly job.The old teacher immediately stated that she was not prejudiced.She said that everyone has the right to go to school and she is happy to accept Xiulian as a student.It is best to take three courses first: Chinese, history, and arithmetic.There are only three hours of class a day.In the future, if Xiulian is willing, she can also learn cooking, embroidery and housekeeping.These are useful in finding a good husband.There are no fixed rules for the progress of this type of course.The teacher said that the students can go home and follow suit.

According to her, more than half of the girls not only take basic subjects, but also take home economics in order to get an education so that they can find a good husband. "The times have changed," she said with a faint smile, "No matter how beautiful she is, it's still not easy for an illiterate girl to marry. You can't find a satisfactory husband." Her words enlightened Baoqing.She and Meng Liang said different things, but they meant the same thing.Times have changed. If a girl is uneducated, she will become a money-loser that no one wants.To marry a decent husband, one must be literate.

The high tuition fees surprised him.It was ridiculously expensive, but he happily paid for it.Xiulian finally had the opportunity to receive an education and make some decent friends.He almost forgot Meng Liang's letter of introduction.He finally remembered, took out the letter, and gave it to the old teacher.She couldn't be happier. "Mr. Meng is knowledgeable and discerning. He is better than us. Twenty years ago I was just like him, but now I am behind." The next day, Baoqing sent Xiulian to school. Xiulian wore a plain cheongsam of Shilin cloth, without makeup or lipstick.There is a small white cloth bag under his arm, which contains books and brushes.As soon as he went out, Baoqing asked, "Can you hire a foreign car?"

Xiulian raised her head high, her eyes sparkled, and she said with a smile: "Don't hire me, Dad. I'm willing to leave, let the people of Chongqing see that I've become a hard-working student." Baoqing said nothing, Seeing Xiulian so happy, he was very satisfied. After walking a few steps, Xiulian lowered her head again and said, "Dad, I'd better hire a car. For some reason, my legs are weak." Baoqing was about to hail the car, but she raised her head again and said, "No need, Dad. I don't take the car anymore, I have to practice walking. I don't want to spend money on the car, even if it rains, I don't care." Not in a car."

"What if it thunders?" Baoqing asked. "I'll just plug my ears with my hands." She smiled mischievously. Xiulian was thinking wildly, saying what came to her mind. "Dad, didn't you say you wanted to start an art school? Wait for me, Dad. After I graduate, I'll help you teach. Maybe I'll write new drum lyrics in the future, and I can write as good as Mr. Meng. "Do you?" Bao Qing deliberately joked, and he was also very happy. "It's me," Xiulian said, puffing out her chest. "I have a good memory. I'm a drummer, but I'm going to be a student. I'm the best drummer I can be."

At the foot of the mountain, Baoqing wanted to accompany her up, but she stopped him. "Dad," she said, "you stand here and watch me go up. I want to go to Xintiandi alone." She climbed the stone steps briskly. After climbing a few steps, she turned around and smiled at him, clapping her schoolbag with both hands. "Dad, go back. I'll go home after school, I'm a good boy." "I watch you go up, I watch you go up." Bao Qing was reluctant to leave. She walked slowly to the school gate, stopped for a while, looked at the tall pine trees behind the school, then turned around and waved to her father at the foot of the mountain.

Baoqing looked up.From a distance, she looks like a very small girl.He clearly saw the white schoolbag she often used to hold books in.He remembered the day when he brought her home.She was really small and pitiful then.He waved to her while talking to himself. "Well, now I have finally fulfilled my responsibilities to you and Mr. Meng." He turned and went home. Xiulian kept looking at her father until she couldn't see her.Then she stretched her clothes, tidied her hair, and walked into the school gate. As soon as she entered the gate, she forgot her identity.She is just "Xiu Lian".

Yes, she is Xiulian.The old Xiulian is gone forever, now is the new Xiulian.Pure and fragrant, it emerges from the mud without being stained, just like a lotus flower. The principal assigned her a chair and a desk in the classroom.There are about twenty other students together.Some are nearly middle-aged, and some are still teenage girls.Xiulian noticed that a few of them were well-dressed, but most of them were as simple as her.Some are reading, some are writing, and a few are embroidering.In the middle of the room sat the grade teacher, a short, fat woman in her forties. Xiulian is pleased to see that there is no such person as Qin Zhu.She was excited to be with these girls, to befriend them, to talk like them.What they said may be the same as what Teacher Meng said.

But she soon realized that everyone was staring at her.She is used to being looked at, but she doesn't care.So she just looked at the girl sitting next to her and smiled.The girl ignored her, Xiulian blushed and continued to write her handwriting.Suddenly, she had a very unpleasant thought: what if these girls recognized her.Well, I will definitely recognize it.Because there will always be someone who has been to the theater.I hope no one will recognize her, but what can I do.There are only two singers of Jingyun Dagu in Chongqing, one is Qinzhu, and the other is her. She seemed to hear them whispering, "That's her." After a moment's silence, she heard hissing.All of a sudden, like a storm, the girls chattered away.After a while, there was silence again.Only a harsh complaining voice was heard: "Huh, the year has changed. I didn't expect we would have to study with a whore." Immediately another voice continued, "What kind of school is this? Sit with a busker?" This woman was about thirty years old, her eyes were fierce and cold, and she looked at Xiulian with malicious intent.Xiulian knew her, she was the concubine of a warlord.The other girl was the daughter of a black market dealer. A girl picked up a ball of paper and threw it at Xiulian.Someone yelled, "Get her out, get this bitch out!" The teacher slammed the table, "Attention, attention," there was still a buzzing sound below.The girls looked at Xiulian angrily and shouted loudly. Xiulian turned pale with anger.She was like a stone man, sitting blankly.Who are they, why should they scold her.She turned to look at them.One girl put her thumb to her nose, and another grimaced.The more Xiulian thought about it, the angrier she became. The teacher went to the door and called the principal.The black-marketer's daughter took the opportunity to yell, "If a whore goes to school, I'll drop out. I can't be with that kind of person." "I agree," cried the warlord's mistress, throwing her knitted sweater on the ground. fall. "Get the little bitch out." Xiulian stood up and began to tear the book into pieces with trembling hands.Then, like walking through the door after a play, he walked out the door.She heard the girls laughing behind her back.The vicious language was shot at her like a sharp arrow. When she walked out of the classroom, she burst into tears, and when the principal rushed up, she had already reached the gate.The little old lady took her to the office and wiped away her tears. "I'm really sorry. I didn't expect such a thing to happen. I should be responsible. I listened to Mr. Meng's advice and wanted to recruit some girls from the lower class who had no chance of education. I didn't expect such a thing to happen today. You are very polite. They bullied you. I'm really sorry." Xiulian was sitting, biting her lip. "Don't be sad, I'll take care of it. I'll have a good talk with them." The old lady continued, "You're a good boy, I shouldn't bully you like this." Xiulian said nothing.The old lady told her to come the next day, she shook her head and walked slowly home. When she reached the foot of the mountain, she turned her head and looked up at the big house.Her head was dizzy and swollen, and she had to go back, back into the world of whores and wives and dirty money.She will never go up this mountain again and let others treat her like this!Never again! She continued walking back, with a heavy heart.My whole body ached from grief.Or my mother was right: one day to be an artist, and a lifetime to be an artist.There will never be a bright future!No one would despise *K Hui 她智惦 椤 G 僦*'s life as a big drum singer, and she was making fun of it.It's still Qinzhu who is smart, she doesn't plan to stand out at all, and no one will abuse her.She is drunk today when she has wine, and she just wants to play with all the men.Dafeng is also right, getting married is better than going to school.A voice in her heart said: "Xiulian, slide down, take the path of Qinzhu and Dafeng. This path is not good, but this is the only path for you. Slide down quickly, don't be so overconfident. Really Little stupid bitch." She didn't want to go home, sitting on a big rock by the side of the road, looking at the traffic coming and going.No parents, no siblings.I'm lonely, working in a lowly industry, with a bright future.Today, she wanted to enter a new world, but was kicked out.She has nowhere to go! Just across the street is the Jialing River, where the yellow and yellow water flows swiftly, all rushing towards the mouth of the Yangtze River.that's it!Just end her meaningless life here!However, she didn't want to die.She looked at her feet, what beautiful little feet, how strong and strong.And a pair of white, powerful legs.Let them die so early?She touched her face.The skin is smooth, without a trace of wrinkles.This is her face, it cannot be ruined just like that.She put her hands on her breast, which was soft and firm.They cannot be destroyed. How foolish to think of death now, with life ahead!You can live without going to school.There are so many girls who make art, even those who become concubines and secret doormen are still working.Things like that won't kill you. She took another step, her blood was hot, she wanted to live.Whenever she gets the chance, she goes to the movies and enjoys herself.Qinzhu can be happy, why can't she. She quickened her pace, her braids dangling in the breeze.She found that people were looking at her, but she didn't care.Her name is Xiulian, and Xiulian is going to the movies. Watching movies is better than going to school. Then, she went home.She wanted to tell her parents about it, but when she saw her mother's face, she didn't want to say it anymore.Tell her what's the use.She would not sympathize with herself, and might even laugh at her.She seemed to hear her mother say: "A dog has horns and a sheep. Ha, ha!" No, I can't tell my mother.As for Dad, he will be angry when he hears it, and he can't let him lose face.She loved Papa and couldn't tell him, or anyone else, about it.When the time comes she will pretend to go to school, but never really go. There are a few books and brushes in her room.She picked up a book and read a few words.Impulsively, she tore the book into pieces and threw them all out the window.fuck it!Books, farewell.Mother is illiterate, and Qinzhu, Dafeng, and the fourth grandma are all illiterate, and they are all living well.She folded the brush in half on her knees, pulled out the bristles one by one, and put them in the palm of her hand.Then, blow them away in one breath.