Chapter 11 Eleven, between father and son

Jia Li has always hoped that the twins with him will be a brother with two thick eyebrows. In this way, the twins can be collectively referred to as the "Second Brothers of the Jia family", not only because they can have a great reputation on campus. Fan, the most important thing is that this can cure Dad's patriarchal problem. Jia Li's father is not like Lu Zhisheng's father. Old Lu always applauds his son loudly. There is a saying that makes people feel hot after listening to it: "My son is like me!" He said this At that moment, he raised his head and made a loud voice, as if the whole world was overwhelmed by his pride!

But what about the children's literature writer surnamed Jia?Stubborn as a fascist bastion.Somehow he never seemed to see the good in Jarry.For example, Jia Li got a bad score in the test and was very annoyed, but seeing his father frowning with him, he waved his hand and said, "It's over, let's see the next time." But his father didn't appreciate him. His good intentions, and he often quoted a famous quote from Pavlov: Forgiving yourself is the beginning of depravity. --God, it seems that Jia Li has been involved in something bad, or has killed several people!I don't know which country Pavlov is an old man from. Why did he use such a strong tone?

Dad treats his younger sister Jia Mei in a completely different tone.I remember that when her father had a heart attack and was hospitalized, Jia Mei was so frightened that she wiped her tears. This was a sign of weakness, but her father praised her for her kind heart, and her family knew how to feel sorry for them when they were sick.Inadvertently demoted Jia Li to a lower level.After Jia Mei joined the school art troupe, she was very particular about her appearance. Sometimes she tried to disassemble her clothes and put on some lace.In fact, Jammeh has never even heard of the basic speed of a spaceship going up to the sky, and his knowledge is frighteningly limited.

Of course, Jia Li would never care that Jia Mei was favored at home, because this girl was his younger sister, and he wanted her to be happy, and everyone in the world would praise her for being cute.But my father's partiality is too obvious, especially this time, he was actually asked to go to the pen calligraphy class, and he said that his handwriting was not as good as his sister Jia Mei.In fact, although Jia Mei's handwriting is clean and neat, it is very rigid, just like the handwriting of a fourth-grade elementary school student; while Jia Li's handwriting is often cursive, so sophisticated that people can ponder it for a long time .

Jia Li was full of complaints and stayed in the school building after school to do his homework, too lazy to see his father more often. On Saturday evening, the campus was deserted and deserted, and there was no one there. In the atmosphere, it seemed that someone was holding back, and there were always some problems.Jerry had to go home sullenly.As soon as I entered the door, I saw my father throwing down the newspaper and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong with you? What's on your mind?" Dad was a weirdo of inconsistencies. A while ago, when Jarry was away all day, he asked him to go to the lodger; now that he was home early, he wanted to ask this question again.

"Nothing." Jarry didn't want to talk. Dad looked at him and said, "Tomorrow you are going to the pen calligraphy class. Can you make some preparations? For example, fill up the ink and find out the exercise book. You should have your own ideas and be well-organized when you enter middle school!" Another big contradiction!If Jiali could have his own ideas in how he acted, he wouldn't be eager to go to the pen calligraphy class.Fortunately, there was no publishing house that collected Dad's work into a complete collection, otherwise, in the book, these words would have to fight with each other.

Jarry didn't want to go to the not-so-loud pen-writing class.Many people in the class are studying in amateur schools outside, such as Chen Yingda, a high-achieving student, taking English classes outside; it is rumored that Lin Xiaomei also takes a crash course every night, specializing in breakdancing all over the floor.Anyway, those learning programs sound trendy, stylish, and stand out from the crowd.And the pen writing class sounds like it is designed for those who are not very talented and have the know-how of pen writing.Couldn't find the guy who started it, so nothing to brag about.People with good qualities don't need to go to that kind of class, Jia Li thought, and he complained for himself.

But at home, the father has absolute authority.So Jia Li had no choice but to reply bitterly: "Son obeys father's order!" "Do you like ancient Chinese?" My father asked happily. Jia Li hastily denied it, he was afraid that his father would let him take another ancient prose class one day, wouldn't it make people laugh and cry? Jia Li can only go to the pen calligraphy class honestly.There were about 50 students in that class, and among them there was a student in his forties. With someone of this age as a classmate, Jia Li felt that his status had improved.What's more, he was well-known here. After the first get out of class, Jarry heard someone calling him: "Hi, hello, Jarry."

Jia Li saw that the man was ordinary in appearance and average in stature, which was very popular. He felt familiar, but couldn't remember who he was. "I recognized you immediately!" cried the man. Jarry liked to hear it, as if he had become a celebrity, or at least a personality. "Others won't be so enthusiastic about it for five minutes!" The man then added in a tongue-in-cheek manner, "Look at you just now while you were listening to the class and flipping through the books!" It's true that Jarry has no interest in that kind of basic brushwork practice, but it's none of his business, his father forced him to come, and if he doesn't get anything out of learning this trip, it can only be regarded as his father's mistake.

"My name is Wang Xiaoming!" The man said his name. Sure enough, after Wang Xiaoming coughed and announced his name, Jia Li completely remembered that Wang Xiaoming, with his slender neck and crooked teeth, was indeed not a stranger. Wang Xiaoming seems to be one level higher than Jia Li. I don't know if it is the second or third year of junior high school. Anyway, it doesn't matter. The funny thing is that this person has fate with most of Jia Li's family.Wang Xiaoming was originally a lover of literature. He liked to copy and write, recite poems and so on. He read a lot of books, but he read a little nerdy.

Jia Li didn't dare to promise anything else to his father, but his father was really enthusiastic about those outsiders.Jia Li found that he corresponded with many students, and when they sent a letter, he replied in a hurry, and he didn't know how to put on airs a little bit.He bought stamps and envelopes so fiercely that Jia Li really suspected that he had exchanged all the manuscript fees for postage. "You have an excellent father." Wang Xiaoming said politely, "He mentioned that he would send you to pen calligraphy classes." What?Dad actually said this to outsiders, needless to say, he will definitely mention that his handwriting is not as good as Jia Mei, and his reputation will plummet! "How is Jia Mei?" Wang Xiaoming asked again, "I want to give her that book of Tagore's poetry." The acquaintance between Wang Xiaoming and Jia Mei is a bit like a play: Although Wang Xiaoming has mastered a lot of idioms, his writing with a pen is like drawing pictures, all of which are connected, and he can connect more than ten characters in one breath. , His address was vague, and the editorial department sent the rejected manuscript to Jia Mei's class by mistake.Jia Mei is a kind person, volunteered to find this Wang Xiaoming, and returned the manuscript to him.But he was lucky, instead, whenever he was free, he would ask Jia Mei to borrow books pile by pile, treating her as a librarian.Now, suddenly there are many things to send poetry collections, why doesn't he think about it, how could Jia Mei be interested in poetry collections? In the next class, the structural characteristics of Kai, Wei, Li, Zhuan, imitation Song, and running script were introduced. In short, there were a lot of them, which made Jia Li dizzy.He quietly looked at Wang Xiaoming, only to see that guy was hard at work remembering.God knows, whether he can recognize the things in that note. Jia Li has learned his conjoined characters. It was a poem he wrote to Jammeh. As a result, Jammeh could only recognize three characters in it. With his cleverness, Jiali solved the problem head-on like deciphering a code. For people like Wang Xiaoming, it is absolutely necessary to take a pen calligraphy class. These days Jia Li is always quiet at home, and his father doesn't even care about it, as if it's a very normal thing for Jia Li to be unhappy.One day, my mother proposed to celebrate my father's birthday. My father was always confused about his own birthday. My mother cooked a lot of good dishes, and she didn't stop. She was busy making snacks in the kitchen, shuttling back and forth between the kitchen and the dining table, and her attention was only on the color and aroma of those dishes. Looking at it, it was impossible to find Jia Li's depression at all. "Happy birthday, Dad!" Jammeh said sweetly. Jarry just chewed and bit, and when he was unhappy, he ate surprisingly.Dad looked at him and said, "Your Excellency, the function of the mouth is not just for eating!" "I know." Jarry replied casually, "you can still fight!" Father turned his face, looked seriously at Jia Li, and said, "How about the pen calligraphy class? I heard that you are now learning how to write quickly with a pen." Look, he knows all this well, it must be Wang Xiaoming who came to tip off the news.There is only one difference between that guy and a regular spy: he has a subsidy, but he doesn't take a cent! Jia Li said angrily, "What's that fast writing? In the fifth grade, the teacher said that I copied new characters too fast!" "You still mention this?" Dad said angrily, "At that time, when you copied the new characters, you used the assembly line to write the strokes, which was nonsense!" Dad's brain is not used to remember his own birthday, but he clearly remembers his son's minor ailments!Later, the topic at the dinner table changed a few more times, and Dad started to tell jokes about the silly son-in-law, but even though it was funny, Jarry could hold back his laughter.He saw his father looking at him with a tiger's face, and then put his finger on the pulse to check the heartbeat.It's so strange, he exposed others' faults, but others didn't jump up, so he rushed to get angry! Since then, there have been fewer and fewer conversations between father and son, and when there is something to say, Jarry tries to keep it brief.Although in this way, he received a lot less reprimand, but Jia Li was still not very happy in his heart, as if he had become a strange person! In the pen calligraphy class, Jia Li would meet Wang Xiaoming every time.In all fairness, he didn't like this whistleblower very much, but Wang Xiaoming's characteristic was that he treated others with too much enthusiasm, which made it hard to refuse. "Jia Li! My friend, you are finally here. Do you know that this class is held by the Calligraphy Association? Did you hear me? It's the Calligraphy Association!" Wang Xiaoming continued, "My cousin said we are Aspiring teenagers, you know, my cousin especially admires boys with good handwriting. Good handwriting is like a person's appearance, which is very advantageous!" Jia Li looked at Wang Xiaoming: "I remember someone making such a comparison!" Wang Xiaoming scratched his head and said, "Yes, that last sentence was said by your father. He also said how good his handwriting can often reflect a person's level! It was he who persuaded me to come--I found that it really made sense. My cousin said, if Jia Li can practice his handwriting well, then he will be a perfect boy!" Jarry became excited, and he wanted to shake hands with the girl immediately: "Who is your cousin?" "Her name is Hong Shang, and she went to school with you!" It's Hong Shang!That girl went to school with Jerry, and she wrote after she transferred to another school!I remember that Hong Shang never said good things about him to his face, but he never expected him to be praised so much behind his back. It seems that there are many good people in the world! For some reason, Jia Li began to practice running script and official script according to the pen handwriting posts every day when he went home. Although he dare not boast that he has become a calligrapher, he still has a sense of it.Every day before dinner, Jia Mei asked him to help divide the chopsticks, and he would say proudly: "Go! Go! I don't have time, I'm practicing calligraphy!" Jammeh has nothing but admiration.But Dad poured cold water over again: "Your Excellency, practicing calligraphy depends on perseverance, five minutes of heat is not enough!" Dad is a writer, and he has a lot of good words and sentences ready-made in his stomach. Why can't he say something fair, and he is not afraid of repeating too many times when he keeps mentioning "five minutes of enthusiasm"! Jerry and his father were completely at odds.Because from Wang Xiaoming, he heard that his father recorded all kinds of bad deeds of his son, even when he was a child, he liked to knock around with a stick.Presumably, Dad often flips through that book, so Jarry will never be able to relax -- can you not be annoyed that someone will help you remember your shortcomings? As a result, Jia Li seldom practiced pen calligraphy at home, but only wrote two pages in the classroom after school.Unexpectedly, those people in the class became a sensation, especially Lu Zhisheng, who quickly patted Jia Li on the shoulder and said, "You are not much different from Wang Xizhi!" Some girls also often came to ask for help, asking about strokes. Questions on the Internet, such as whether the Na should be longer to look good, or want to find out the difference between imitation Song and regular script, anyway, these are superficial questions that only laymen will ask.Jia Li answered with great effort, and sometimes deliberately changed the topic and went around in circles to show his newly acquired knowledge.In short, the pen calligraphy class brought Jiali a lot of benefits. However, Dad didn't know all this, he thought that Jia Li had made him understand, he always shook his head and looked at his son worriedly.Jia Li liked that, but soon, something happened at home, so Jia Li had to take the initiative to greet his father. It happened to Wang Xiaoming.The overzealous posting boy seemed like a tragic character who would have an accident. Since Wang Xiaoming got to know Jia Mei, he often came to visit Jia's house, sometimes borrowing a few books, sometimes standing and talking a few words.Jia Li remembered that Jia Mei was very enthusiastic towards Wang Xiaoming. Once, he made a bowl of coffee for him to drink, but Wang Xiaoming didn't refuse.But recently, Wang Xiaoming stopped coming to the house for no reason. Moreover, when he met Jia Li in the pen calligraphy class, he was always gloomy, with evasive eyes, just like Lou Ashu who had done something wrong. "Did you quarrel with Wang Xiaoming?" Jia Li asked his sister. "No." Jammeh said, "I don't quarrel with anyone!" She is still very proud. In fact, people with principles often quarrel with others. Now that he had asked, Jarry stopped thinking about it.One Sunday, when he was refurbishing exercise books in the bookcase, he knocked a book to the ground with his arm. He picked it up and saw that it was "Selected Poems of Tagore" sent by Wang Xiaoming.Just as Jia Li was about to throw it away, he suddenly found a corner of letter paper protruding from the pages of the book. When he pulled it out, his heart beat wildly. It was a letter written by Wang Xiaoming to Jia Mei. His handwriting has been trained and is more beautiful, but there are still many consecutive strokes, which belong to the standard "royal style". Fortunately, Jia Li once deciphered one of his poems, So I got some experience.The letter was full of praises for Jammeh. It seems that he is really a nerd, and he can use nearly a hundred beautiful words in one breath. What is particularly shocking is the jargon at the end: I will always love you, always... Jia Li yelled "Damn!" and his heart immediately became confused.It turned out to be a secretively furtive love letter.What made him especially angry was that my sister knew she was hiding it from her family at a young age, and she didn't reveal a word to everyone, she was really cunning.Jia Li was angry and scared, and Lu Zhisheng couldn't discuss such matters with him!He wanted to talk to his mother, but he had already walked in front of her. Suddenly, his mother stretched out a warm hand to stroke his head, and said, "I don't sleep well. Look, my hair is sticking up!" In his mother's eyes, he was always a mischievous, frankincense little boy, which made him so sad that he would rather be scolded than be a child!Jia Li can only turn to his father for help.After hearing this, Dad pulled the swivel chair in and said, "Please sit down!" The father and son sat opposite each other, dejected and sad.The two of them were worried about the same girl, and they were discussing countermeasures exactly like comrades.Jia Mei was playing at Lin Xiaomei's house at this time, so they had enough time to discuss Jia Mei's future. "Father, we should have a good talk with Jia Mei!" Jia Li suggested, "We can't just ignore it!" "Yes, without further ado." The father said, "Jerry, it's good that you care about your sister. After all, Jammeh is a girl with fragile feelings, so you should help her more in the future." "This..." Jia Li couldn't believe his ears, "Didn't you always say that Jia Mei is better than me?" The father smiled and said: "You have your advantages, but the world often has higher requirements for boys than girls, so...in fact, isn't it better to have higher requirements? It can make you a real man earlier!" "Oh, so you think highly of me? Dad is so loyal and a friend!" Jia Li exclaimed excitedly, "I mean, what is a man's friendship!" Dad suppressed his laughter, pointed at him and said, "Don't talk about martial arts novels! Otherwise, I'll write it down in the book for you! Your strengths and weaknesses are all in that book. This is a teacher's diary!" You do have a lot of faults, and your merits and demerits are equally divided." Jia Li is not greedy, he thinks it is not bad to have half the merits and demerits, and the evaluation of Qin Shihuang in the history books is no more than that. Jia Li originally thought that he would become a hero of the family if he found the love letter and saved his sister, but unexpectedly, it was just a beautiful illusion. When the father and son called Jiamei home and showed her the love letter, the girl read the letter wistfully, as if in a dream, and then asked, "What's the point of this? It's written like a prince." A love letter to the noble lady!" They were all stunned. They didn't believe that Jia Mei was pretending on purpose. If her acting skills were so good, she would be a genius who only appeared once or twice in thousands of years!After Jia Mei recognized the inscription and the cursive characters on the header, he threw the letter away as if he had caught a snake, and said, "Oh, it's for me!" It was later learned that Jia Mei had never opened the book of poems after receiving it, and had almost forgotten the name Wang Xiaoming.However, ever since she found out that there was a love letter in that collection of poems, the girl often held the collection of poems in her hand for the next few days, and occasionally wrote a lot in her notebook, and then hid the notebook in the east and west, as if to guard against thieves. of. Father was also worried about Jia Mei, and often sighed, or checked his heartbeat; Jia Li was also upset, especially when he found that his father had a new pair of reading glasses, like a real old man, he felt very sad. "Father, it's all my fault!" Jarry said with his head down, "I'm so impatient and lacking in brains!" "How can I blame you?" said the father. "We are in the same action team! You do have a sense of manly responsibility, though! This reassures me that if you really don't want to take the pen-writing class, it will stop." , you're old enough, I don't need to care about you anymore!" "I've changed from a fake student to a real student!" Jarry said, "I won't lie to you, I think the gift you gave me is more precious than anything else!" "Isn't it ironic?" asked the father. "Are you sure?" "It's not irony!" Jarry suddenly felt his nose sore, but he grinned as much as he could, waved his hands, and said coolly, "I'm very happy to have a strict father, referred to as strict father!" "This abbreviation is very unique!" The father also grinned, with no expression on his face. In short, there was no hugging, holding hands, no sweet talk, and no bluffing like Lao Lu.With just a few words without emotion, the father and son felt that they were a big step closer to each other. Two days later, Jia Mei suddenly received a registered letter from Wang Xiaoming.She blushed and hid in a corner to read the letter, and when she was done, she handed the letter to her mother, who then quietly passed the letter to Papa and Jerry. The letter that made the whole family uneasy was an ultra-short letter, with only about seventy characters in it, to the effect that Jammeh’s silence made him feel greatly inspired, and he admitted that he was too Childish, and asked to retract the previous letter. "How dangerous!" said the father, "Thanks to our preparations in advance, we vaccinated Jia Mei!" "Smart, isn't it?" Jarry replied. It should be said that Jia Mei is also a smart girl, at least she is absolutely decisive in this matter.She burned the last love letter, and then wrote back to Wang Xiaoming.Jia Li pretended to be looking for something, and leaned over to look at it, only to see the last sentence, written in a very positive sense: I wish you progress in your studies! Jarry ran to report to his father.Dad was pacing in the room with his elbows folded. Hearing the successful result, he stretched out his right hand as if raising a wine glass, and said, "Cheers! Drink this red sorghum wine!" Jia Li stood still, raised Wu Xuyou's wine glass, and said, "Cheers! Go boldly to Yu!" Although they touched invisible wine glasses, only toasting is the most unrestrained way for a man to celebrate victory.