Chapter 11 11. Am I Chinese?

Am I Chinese? After looking in the mirror hundreds of times, I was finally convinced that I was Chinese.But after countless close contacts with our classmates, I am not proud of it, I am proud of it! My colleague is a boy who doesn't like the teacher very much.He will not give simple answers according to the teacher's wishes, and he will not smile sweetly when answering questions, but he often surprises with a word. Once, the teacher talked about the text "The Destruction of the Old Summer Palace", and he was full of enthusiasm. Looking at the group of big watery eyes below, he was overjoyed and asked on a whim, "Why can't we rebuild the Old Summer Palace now?"

After a commotion, there was no sound.Obviously it's a performance that doesn't know the answer.The teacher was just about to announce the answer beamingly. At this time, a voice passed by me: "No money!" Obviously, this voice belongs to my fellow Long Chao. Facing the roar of laughter from the flowers of the motherland, the teacher could only tremble with anger.Just give the correct answer: "It's because... right?... The Eight-Power Allied Forces, imperialism... the Chinese... are being bullied... …Right? ...now...patriotic...right? ..." After the teacher explained a lot of very profound and passionate truths, we understood: the reason for not building the Old Summer Palace is not because of lack of money, but because of money!But we just don't want to build!Just don't want to build!Keep a pile of chaotic stones, in order to educate Long Chao!

The teacher looked at Chen Huahua in the motherland with understanding eyes, and said: "Actually, we still have many places in China, which are not as good as those developed countries." This sentence just touched our hearts, and it matched the words of our parents after dinner, and there was a burst of voices: “American movies are the best!” "America kisses the most realistically. The face has to be crooked. If you don't crooked, you can't kiss together, because their noses are high!" "A small car in the United States is only long, you can sleep, you can take a shower, you can also take a shit (single cell)"

"American refrigerators are for juice, while Chinese refrigerators are for leftovers!" Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the teacher used her skill of bringing the dead back to life and said with a radiant face: "Flowers, flowers! Don't just look at other people's material life and wealth, don't study why they can't get close together, but also look at us. Our country is backward because of backward technology. Actually, you can be Bill too.Gates, such as Chen Huahua, can be Chen Gates; Jiang Huahua, can also be Jiang Huahua; Li Huahua, can be Li Gates..."

I am also fortunate to be "Jiang Gates", but it sounds like "Damn Chiang". In fact, I have a surname, my surname is Jiang.Chiang Kai-shek's Chiang. Few people in our class have heard of Chiang Kai-shek's name, so there are very few rumors.Until one day, the art teacher was talking about a painting called "The Fall of the Chiang Dynasty". Many students looked at me sideways, and I immediately thought of the Cultural Revolution.Fortunately, my parents married late, and my grandpa and grandma also married late. If I was born during the Cultural Revolution, it would be strange if I was not criticized.

I looked at them warily, and they looked at me warily.The teacher corrected the neck one by one, and the eyes finally moved away from me.It seems that the neck and the eyes are related. The connection is that if the neck is not twisted enough, and looking at people desperately, it is easy to cause squinting! After class, many classmates surrounded me like a reporter, and I raised my proud head even more.All I heard was scolding, saying that my grandfather's grandfather was Chiang Kai-shek.Another said that his original surname was Mao, and his grandfather's grandfather was Mao Zedong, and he wanted to kill me.

Their words are not credible at all. They say that I am the twenty-fourth grandson of Chiang Kai-shek, and that I am his thirty-eighth grandson.I can't hear it.Gradually, however, my firm resolve faltered.Because after a fist fight, they finally made up a story for me. They think my birth is like this: "Once upon a time, long, long ago, (I don't need to be so wordy for saying that it's been a long time), Chiang Kai-shek was driven to Taiwan by our Communist Party (nonsense, who doesn't know), and gave birth to a child with a Japanese female spy (rich imagination), It’s a man (preferring sons to women), and that man gave birth to a boy with a Japanese female spy (is it true that women are only spies in the world?) That man gave birth to a boy with a Japanese female spy (Only males are children?) In this way, one after another, a female was born! (We female compatriots finally see the light of day!), This female is Jiang Fangzhou! (I was in the womb Bored for so long?) Jiang Fangzhou is also a Japanese female spy when she grows up!

It turns out that the so-called rich imagination is the level of "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain". After the lecture, they were surprised to find that I was a Japanese female spy!So they clamored to put me in the Communist Party's prison. Among the "them", some of them were still my robots, which seemed useless. traitor! Since then, I have had a relationship with Chiang Kai-shek and the Japanese female spies that cannot be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River.