It is said that Monday is the most gloomy day, and the happy Sunday flashes by, turning into fresh memories that jump around and cannot be grasped; while the next good day is more than a hundred hours later, only that kind of Only those who are patient feel that it doesn't matter. Today is a chilling Monday, and Jerry, a boy, hurried to school.He has just entered the first year of junior high school, the school badge is new and conspicuous, a thick pen is pinned to the breast pocket of his T-shirt, and big wolf brand sneakers are on his feet, which is somewhat chic.It has been said that his eyes are like Alain Delon's, but in fact he is very much like any movie star, if someone says he looks like a Nobel Prize winner, maybe he will laugh and show his teeth.

For boys, IQ comes first, and looks come second.Jerry thought so. Walking on Jiali's left is his friend Lu Zhisheng, a chubby guy with a round face and thin hair, like an ancient warrior; In fact, he has a very sharp mind and never gets confused at critical moments. Lu Zhisheng likes to talk, and along the way he bragged about singing karaoke with his father's friend's nephew's classmates -- anyway, he has a lot of friends: "Hey, singing in the microphone of the OK machine, the effect will be different , just like a singer, when I finished singing, my friends applauded."

"The art troupe is short of tenors, so you can be a pillar!" Jia Li said, "Do you want me to intercede with Teacher Xing on your behalf? I'll ask, and she will consider it." "Forget it, Teacher Xing and I are also very familiar." Lu Zhisheng said, "It's not bragging, she nods every time she sees me, just like an acquaintance." The ancients were really wise, and those old sayings that have been handed down can be used from time to time, especially the sentence-"When it comes to Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there", the probability of being fulfilled on campus is extremely high.

Teacher Xing stood at the school gate and looked at them with a smile.She is the school's music teacher, and she is also in charge of the school's art troupe. She has a group of beautiful girls under her command.Ms. Xing is very slender, and she walks lightly like a dancer. She loves to dress up, and she wears new clothes, lipstick, and stockings.If it were someone else, it would give people a sense of fashion, but on Mr. Xing, it is very beautiful, very coordinated, and it has a neat and noble taste. "Good morning!" Teacher Xing greeted, she is always kind and easy-going.

"Good morning!" they said, looking at each other as if she was calling and the other was just borrowing light.Lu Zhisheng was even a little flattered, and added: "You came so early!" They walked slowly through the school gate. Suddenly, Teacher Xing called out, "Jia Li, Jia Li, I have something to tell you!" Lu Zhisheng wanted to stay by the side.Jia Li pushed him and said, "You go first." Lu Zhisheng couldn't be cheeky in front of Teacher Xing, so he could only walk away in a proper manner. Jia Li didn't know the content of the conversation. He was worried that Mr. Xing wanted him to join the art troupe. The girls in the art troupe were good—only in terms of appearance, but some male actors were a bit annoying, they liked to show off, and they had no brains.As soon as Teacher Xing opened his mouth, he felt relieved, and immediately recovered.

"Your sister Jia Mei has a good sense of art and good conditions. She is a leader in the art troupe." This is really an unexpected harvest. Jia Li always thought his sister was ugly, and couldn't figure out why Teacher Xing chose her into the art troupe. Now he is a little proud of this girl. She is also a great horse. "However," Mr. Xing added, "it's a pity that she doesn't practice hard. She always fails to complete the prescribed movements." The younger sister is the kind of person who is not strong, her grades are so-so, she screams when she suffers, she is also sad, shed tears at every turn.Jia Li sighed, feeling heavy on his shoulders, a little ashamed of Teacher Xing.

"You have to help my younger sister. She has good qualities and is a good seedling. If she exercises more, she may be very promising. There are not many girls with talents in this area. If you work harder..." Jia Li stood there and talked with Teacher Xing for a long time, talking about the advantages and disadvantages of his younger sister with the teacher, which made Jia Li feel like a parent; It also made Jerry very happy. Throughout the lunch break, Jarry was making plans to help his sister train.A girl’s psychology is unpredictable, and Jia Mei is usually loose and casual. She will pronounce Fufu as Maoerer, and Tao Ye as Tao Zhi. When writing homework, she will suddenly come up with something about the art troupe, such as who looks down on whom? Who likes to curry favor with the teacher, his head swells when he hears these news, it is cumbersome and boring, mother-in-law, he often has to reprimand her a few words.

Well now, Jia Mei has a bright future, she may become a first-class dancer, the word "talent" mentioned by Mr. Xing made him faintly excited, and the genius brother sounds good too. After school in the afternoon, Jia Li left Lu Zhisheng and went to the pharmacy alone, then ran home and waited there. As soon as his sister Jia Mei opened the door, he shouted at the door: "Quick! Every inch of time is worth every inch of gold." "The younger sister opened her eyes wide and smiled instead: "What are you doing? Are you stupid?" With a whistle hanging around his neck and his face covered with sweat, Jia Li put bricks on the table, with red brick crumbs on his palms. He said seriously, "Remember, I'm a serious coach!" After learning it again, of course, a little bit of fuel and jealousy, secretly improving myself.

Jia Mei softened a little immediately, she was very clear about her performance in the art troupe, after all, she was a younger sister, and her qualifications were a bit young, she muttered, "Mr. Xing will sue!" "Practice your feet!" the coach ordered, "you start as soon as I blow the whistle." Jia Mei was really extraordinary. As soon as he stretched his legs, he put them on the table, as if they were fixed there. "Keep your legs straight at ninety degrees!" Jarry unequivocally pushed two bricks under her resting feet. "Remember, it's very important that your legs be at right angles. This way, the ligaments can Get more flexible!"

After laying two more bricks in a row, Jia Mei wobbled a little, and his legs arched slightly. "Stand up straight! Stand up straight!" Jarry blew his whistle desperately as a warning, "or I'll add more bricks!" Jia Mei said with a mournful face: "I don't want to practice anymore, my leg hurts!" That's easy.Jia Li hurriedly took out a large pack of medicines, "This is a painkiller, which is economical and affordable. You won't feel any pain after taking one. Apply a little turpentine to make your legs stronger." The future dancer shook her head again and again. She was most afraid of swallowing pills, as if her throat was very thin. When she had to take medicine, she would always squeeze the pills into her mouth and send them to her throat. She often drank a few cups of water and the pills were still there, so she took the medicine It was more terrible to her than anything, it was a torture.

"No! No!" Jia Mei's eyes were red, "I don't want to be a first-class dancer, and if I put bricks, my bones will be broken. I don't want to be a disabled person!" "Be patient! Do you want me to beg you? Okay, just hold on. One second, two seconds, three seconds..." "No, not even half a second." "Think about Marie Curie, think about Margaret Thatcher, our family is about to have a great woman! Remember, you need perseverance." Jia Mei's legs trembled, she was so uncomfortable that she forgot to cry, she just said to herself in pain: "No, my legs are so sore, oh, I can't move, they don't obey orders." "Okay, eighteen seconds, nineteen seconds, almost a world record!" Just at this moment, the doorbell rang loudly, and Jia Mei cried out mournfully as if she was looking forward to a savior.The one who came in was Wu Jiamu's mother who came to cook dinner. She likes to make a fuss, so when she saw the messy house and the sweaty brother and sister, she immediately yelled and shouted: "If it's wrong, if it's wrong, you will make me mess up." !" The first training ended with Jammeh crying.But that training program is immortal, continuing with the unselfish insistence of the coach.After several consecutive training sessions, Jammeh has been able to put his feet up high, and can bend down and touch his toes with his mouth.In the art troupe, as long as she showed off her skills, the usually arrogant girls would be silent. Jarry did it with pride, without shame, as if he had the trick. In a blink of an eye, the school anniversary is approaching, and the school art troupe is going to organize a dance drama.The script was written by Jarry's head teacher—a teacher who has no other skills but is good at scribbling.I heard that this year is the 40th anniversary of the founding of the school, and those alumni who are too old to forget their middle school days will also come to watch the performance. "They said that one of the alumni was the principal of the dance school," Jammeh said. headmaster!Maybe a bald old man!Jerry didn't care. "The director of the TV station is also coming." Jia Mei was very well informed, gesturing with both hands. "It doesn't hurt to have more people watching, so don't panic." Jia Mei smiled mysteriously, with a girl's trick: "Mr. Xing said that they wanted to choose young actors from their alma mater." "Oh, this is a good opportunity for you to show your talents, you must jump out of the level!" Jarry said like an old-timer, "It's a rare opportunity, understand?" "I understand." The younger sister pretended to be deep. Indeed, the art troupe gathered a group of the most dexterous female students, and no matter how stupid people entered their circle, they would get a little inspiration. In those few days, Jia Mei really worked hard, and sooner or later After each practice, she stuffed all the old wool and bamboo needles she had begged from Wu Jiamu's mother under the bed at once. Wu Jiamu's mother was very dissatisfied. She had always urged Jia Mei to learn some knitting from her. Now, she was dismissed from the teacher's position, so she always reprimanded Jia Mei, saying: "The feet are so high, what a martial arts!" Soon, the script was printed out, and the general idea was that a girl had a happy Sunday with her friends, while her mother, a female textile worker, was washing dishes, cooking, and mending socks at home. "Are you playing the leading role?" Jarry asked his sister. Jia Mei shook her head dejectedly: "The protagonist is played by Lin Xiaomei." Jia Li knew Lin Xiaomei. She was indeed a trendy girl who always wore denim suspender skirts. She was good at singing and dancing. Something went wrong. "Then your classmate who plays the leading role is also good." Jia Li comforted. "Then there are already people performing, and they were all picking out new fashions just now!" Jia Mei had a bitter look on his face. "So you're not acting anymore?" "Acting, Mr. Xing asked me to play that mother." Gosh, it's so tedious to have my sister play that gray-haired character who wears old clothes all the time, and she's just a background, pretending to mend a pair of old socks in a dark corner of the stage, it's so boring, it's so disgusting, no one will even give her a second look ; but those girls who are worse than her in kung fu can dress in red and willow green, and dance around in front of the stage. Seeing his younger sister seriously practicing the movements of threading a needle, Jia Li was furious.He decided to help his sister.He first approached Teacher Xing, but before he could speak, Teacher Xing asked with a smile, "Is it because of your sister's joy? There are twenty people in the art troupe, and only five of them have their turn to perform on stage." "Oh." He could only smile casually, he didn't know how to change the subject, so he didn't want to speak rashly. Teacher Xing patted him affectionately. He knew that it was irreversible.But he still had to smile innocently until Teacher Xing left, just like a complete fool. Later, Jia Li plucked up the courage to go to the head teacher and asked him if he could change the script. "Why do you want to change it? Please be more specific." Teacher Zha, the head teacher, looked surprised. "Mom should be allowed to participate in the group dance, otherwise, she will suffer too much, like a doormat!" "That's how the theme is deep and thought-provoking." Teacher Cha dismissed him with one sentence. Jia Li was stunned for a moment, and finally didn't reveal his selfishness. Sometimes words don't work, so it's better not to say them, but he sincerely defended his younger sister. go further. On the night before the school celebration, Jia Li finally thought of a good way to save the mess. He said to his sister, "I have an idea." The younger sister borrowed a needle hoop from Wu Jiamu's mother, and she is practicing her sock mending with her legs crossed in a decent manner.In fact, she has always said that she will never be a mother, but will always be a leisurely lady.What a joke, I don't understand how she would compromise. "I want you to be famous, at least let people see your strength." Jamie's eyes lit up immediately.Well, that's exactly what I want, Jarry thought. Jia Li designed a few moves for his younger sister, asking her to rush in and perform when her "daughter" danced with her classmates, "The main thing is to show that trick, so it can't be wasted. Remember, the span of the legs is at least 180" Speed, let's open a word, open a character or something." The younger sister opened her eyes and said, "Is that okay? Teacher Xing won't agree." "It's called creativity, you know?" Jarry said, "Mediocre people follow the rules," "Okay." Jammeh trusted the coach, "but I don't know when to stand up and perform." "Leave it to me." Jarry patted his chest, like a real famous coach, "When the time comes, I will wave my hat a few times in the audience, and you will start to play." Their conspiracy was only heard by Wu Jiamu's mother, but because she was thinking about other things, the words entered her ears and were sent out again.Wu Jiamu's mother kept thinking about going to watch Jammeh's performance that day, and was worried that she would not have decent clothes for the show.In fact, no one would care if she wore gray or beige. Before the performance started, Jia Li felt that he had miscalculated. The first row was the VIP seats, and the seats were filled with famous alumni. Someone named Director Cai was there and said loudly: "I have studied the script, and the one in the play The mother is the most difficult to act, the movements are small, but the emotions are intricate." Teacher Xing quickly interjected: "In the rehearsal, she performed very well. That classmate is very clever." When she said this, she caught a glimpse of Jia Li and smiled kindly at him. "Well, seeing is better than hearing a hundred times." Director Cai said. Jerry's heart skipped a beat.He was sitting on the row of seats behind the VIP seats, and he listened to that passage verbatim. He was just about to go around to the backstage to inform his sister, when the lights dimmed and the curtain slowly opened. , the "mother", who was dressed in neither gray nor white, came to the stage and was busy, washing clothes and cleaning the room. Knowing that he was a step too late, he sat back, took off the hat and held it in his hand, thinking to himself, as long as he didn't wave the hat, his sister would definitely keep her own place. In the dark, Lu Zhisheng, who was sitting beside her, kept saying, "Your sister is awesome, she acts too similarly." Jia Li also found that his sister could perform freely on stage, and he also saw Director Cai nodding frequently.He was glad that the signal was cancelled, otherwise, the show would have been ruined. In the last scene, Jia Li found that his sister was a little restless, sitting cross-legged mending socks, but always looking here anxiously.That director Cai whispered: "It's amazing, she expresses the contradictions and pains of the characters, with a certain depth and layering." Jia Li's heart was in his throat, he was afraid that his sister would make a mistake and all previous efforts would be wasted.Lu Zhisheng didn't know his mood, he only thought that Jia Mei was showing friendship to him, so he kept nagging: "She's looking at us again, we have to show something and give her some encouragement!" At this moment, Jia Li made a principled mistake. He thought Lu Zhisheng was talkative, so he whipped Lu Zhisheng with his hat.He signaled him to speak less; but the guy got the opposite inspiration from it, snatched the hat abruptly, and swung it vigorously.All of a sudden, Jia Li felt his head go up. Unfortunately something happened.The "mother" who was sitting cross-legged and mending socks got the signal, and immediately rushed to the center of the stage regardless of the situation, and kicked her leg violently. It may be that the leg has been crossed for a long time, the foot is numb, or the muscle is cramped. Anyway, she staggered when she kicked her legs, and collided with Lin Xiaomei who was dancing on the stage. "Boom", both of them fell to the ground at the same time, and the microphone on one side fell down with a bang... There was chaos on and off the stage.Jia Li saw Director Cai shaking his head and said, "The typhoon is too bad, how could you do such nonsense!" Teacher Xing blushed, almost crying out of anxiety. Just for Teacher Xing, Jia Li wanted to slap his head hard, or stomp the floor hard.Teacher Xing, a kind person, shouldn't be so unlucky!The world has been turned beyond recognition! It was very late, and Jia Li didn't dare to go home. Lu Zhisheng got into trouble, so he had no choice but to accompany him to the end.Jia Li asked Lu Zhisheng, "Based on your experience, how long does it take for my sister to calm down?" Lu Zhisheng gloated a little: "The least is three months, and the most is half a year." Jia Li let out a long sigh. He felt sorry for his sister, but also for himself - he couldn't be a talented brother and coach.Especially, if the younger sister tells Teacher Xing the secret, then he will become a joke and will never have the face to see her. "Hey, you are twins, you should be in touch with each other," Lu Zhisheng said slyly. "Fuck you!" He angrily punched him in the chest, who made him the perpetrator. Anyway, Jarry didn't come home until he was about to collapse from hunger.He slipped into the room on tiptoe like a ballet, and his sister had cried enough, her eyelids were swollen like peaches.She wiped the corners of her eyes and said something, which made Jerry's nose sour. Her exact words were - I will not ignore you, nor will I mention this to anyone, because you are kind, I understand. Jia Li will never forget these two sentences. My sister is really loyal, like a heroine—after all, she was born with one child. The elder brother's spirit will affect the younger sister to some extent, but he is just thinking and has not shown it.Why bother to say it, lest she become proud.