Chapter 14 Glasses

Although Song Xiushen is studying science, he doesn't care about the scientific imperial examinations in his daily life.He believes that the flies in the restaurant are all sterilized, so when eating noodles with sesame sauce, he doesn't bother to wave his hands and watch them off.He has a pair of myopia and a pair of myopia.But he didn't wear them except when he was reading.According to an old saying: The more you wear mirrors, the worse your eyes will be.He believes this.He doesn't wear it when he has to. For example, when he goes shopping or visits a sports meeting, he holds the mirror in his hand.Even if you can't see anything, and your head is often dizzy, you deserve it.

He is walking to school.Slip along the wall so as not to bump into people; but sometimes step on the dog's legs.This time, the glasses case is wrapped in two thick science magazines.He must know that this method is not safe, so he walked a few steps, stopped and touched it.If you lose the mirror, you will be caught blind in class.Besides, my own financial resources are not sufficient, and I might go bankrupt if I buy the right glasses.I planned to put the box in my bag, but there was no room in my pockets: notebooks, handkerchiefs, pencils, erasers, two vials, and a piece of leftover biscuits all took up space.Just hold it like this, and be careful; fortunately, even if the box falls on the ground, it will make a sound.

Turning a corner, I ran into a classmate.When people greeted him, it was natural for him not to agree.He stopped and said a few words.When a car came, he instinctively hid it with his hands. There was no need to hide, but his eyesight was poor, so he had to pay special attention, so he pressed his nose against the wall.The car and his friends had passed by, so he hurried a few steps, fearing he might be late.When I walked to the school gate, I touched it, and the glasses case was gone!Immediately I saw sweat on my head.Mop back and look for it, where there is a shadow.At the corner, there are always a few foreign cars.I asked the cart pullers, but none of them saw it, as if they were all short-sighted.Going back to find the school gate, I only touched the soil with two hands.My heart is so awkward!He took out that piece of dried sesame seed cake and slammed it on the school gate fiercely. What if there were no such bits and pieces in his pocket?What if it wasn't for meeting that smelly classmate?If you don't hide from the car that broke the funeral?skillful!The more coincidentally, the more panicked my heart is!It must have been picked up by the coachman, and he refused to give it with his eyes wide open. What a world!Walking the familiar road every day, if you drop something, you will not even tell me, but pick it up and put it in your pocket?What's the use of a pair of myopia?

When Song Xiushen pressed his nose against the wall, the glasses case fell to the bottom of the wall.The coachman Wang Si saw it. Wang Si wanted to tell, but it was "he" who had been running around the wall all year round and had never been in a car once.When the words came to his lips, he went back.As soon as the car turned around, he picked up the box and put it in his waist. In front of other coachmen, it's inconvenient to take a closer look, but I couldn't help but feel very happy, sitting in the car and smiling comfortably. When he saw Song Xiushen came back, his head was covered with sweat, it was pitiful.I really want to take it out and give it back to him.But others said they didn't see it. If I confessed, I would feel embarrassed after eating and vomiting.Besides, it's free to give to him, how can he give some reward?Bai asked him to take it, and had to be ridiculed by his friends--drink, pick up the things without even making a sound, afraid that we will snatch you?Drink it, pick it up and give it to others for nothing, how generous?Mo Ruo also said he didn't see it.If you pick it up, you pick it up, and you deserve it.Students are richer than those who pull carts anyway.

Song Xiushen walked back, Wang Si pulled up the car, accosted and said, "Don't waste it here, go to the east for a while." But he said in his heart, "Today we can't count the tickets, even the box and the mirror Don’t sell it for 87 bucks?!” Arriving at a secluded place, he put down the car and took out the box. The box is so broken, probably changing a match means replacing it with a small bag.The cloth on the top of the box was completely worn away, but it was still oily, and there seemed to be some persimmon juice stuck to it.When I opened it, the frame of the glasses was not bad, quite thick and black——Wang Si just didn't like the kind of frame that looked like thin wire, and when he saw people wearing thin and soft frames, he didn't even ask about the "car".I flicked the ear plugs with my hands, and it didn't look like it was made of iron, but it wasn't made of wood either—it might be tortoiseshell!His heart skipped a beat.

The mirror is really dirty, protruding outwards, and there are circles of patterns on it, filled with circles of soil, which get thicker towards the edge of the mirror.There was still half a match under the mirror.He struck the match and threw it on the ground.Take out a small rag duster from the carriage.I breathed a sigh of relief at the mirror, and began to wipe it with a duster cloth.After gasping four times in a row, the mirror took shape; it took another spittle to wipe it clean.I can wear it myself, but I can't, the frame is too small to wear it; Song Xiushen is a person with a small head and a small face. "If you can't sell it, you can't even wear it yourself!" Wang Si was a little disappointed.But then I thought about it: pulling a cart and wearing glasses, it doesn't look very good; besides, how can it not be sold?

Pulling the car, I found a broken stall. "Hey, I'll sell you this." "No." The man who sold the stall—a guy with a red nose and yellow eyes—didn't even look at it, although he had a lot of glasses in his stall, and they had old-fashioned embroidered cases. Woolen cloth. Wang Si didn't want to fight, so he didn't even say "Damn so kind!"I met another guy who was buying and selling tattered baskets, "Hey! Sell you this, a tortoise shell frame!" "I've never seen such a tortoise shell!" The picker took a look, "How much do you want?"

"How much do you want?" Wang Si handed over the mirror. "Twenty sons." "What?" Wang Si snatched the mirror back. "A lot of offers. Plain light is easy to sell, and presbyopic glasses are also easy to sell; these are short-sighted glasses. The frame is chemical, and it might break when you pick it up; twenty pieces for nothing." Wang Si's heart is cold, but he still refuses to sell; twenty sons?If I had known it earlier, I would have given it to the student who slipped down the wall! Not selling it, he decided to return the mirror to the original owner the next day; maybe he could get a few cents for it.

The next morning, Wang Si put the car on the corner.The school rang the clock, but the myopia who had slipped down the wall hadn't come yet.I waited until after ten o'clock, but there was still no sign of him.After a business trip, it was about twelve o'clock, and I put it back on purpose.After class, the student just didn't see the myopic eye. Song Xiushen didn't come to class. After losing his glasses, he came to the classroom.Although sitting in front, the words on the blackboard are still blurred.The more he couldn't see clearly, the harder he looked; after class, his head throbbed and hurt.He became more and more panicked.The second class is arithmetic exercises.He put his eyes almost on the paper and did two or three calculations. His heart was itchy and his forehead was very hot.He seemed to have lost himself.Usually he likes to do arithmetic the most, but now he looks at those words and gets anxious.The formulas I have memorized in my heart have been added with some new things-glasses, cars, and coachmen.A mixture of formula and annoyance turns a favorite subject into some of the most annoying irritants.He can no longer sit peacefully in the classroom, he wants to go to an open place to yell for joy.Things that I don't like to think about in normal times, such as the outlook on life, etc., all pop up in my heart at this time.What's the use of picking up a broken myopia?But he picked it up by himself!In the face of economic oppression, it is good to pick up a piece of firewood for nothing.Don't blame the coachman.Although thinking of this, I feel sad after all.I can't turn in my homework today.Tomorrow is of course still a headache.It can't be done with a mirror.At the beginning of the semester, only seventy or so yuan was brought from the family, and the food expenses for the next two months have not yet been settled.There is a lot of grain harvested at home, but they cannot be sold.I thought of my father and elder brother, who suffered all day long and could not sell their food.Normally he has no time to think about these problems, and he is unwilling to think about them; today, arithmetic formulas seem to make room for them.He couldn't think of a way. For the first time, he felt that his life was lost, as if all stable things were lost with his glasses, and everything in front of him was blurred.He didn't want to quit school, and he couldn't think of the meaning of continuing to study.

The extremely long one hour passed with difficulty.The bell for the end of get out of class didn't seem to be the same as usual, it seemed to have a special tone, a kind of password to call everyone into the wild.He left the classroom, and a sense of resentment led him out of the school gate; he missed the third class and did not ask for leave.He didn't expect that there would be a third class, any rules for asking for leave. Sliding along the wall, he didn't think about anything, but imagined something.At the corner, he remembered his glasses.A few coachmen were talking there, and he wanted to go to ask them again, but he walked over with his head down.

The next day, he didn't go to class. Wang Si didn't wait for that myopia.For a whole day, Xin was always in the trunk—there was that broken glasses case there.I don't know why I can't forget it.When the car was about to be collected, Xiao Zhao came.Xiao Zhao's family runs a small grocery store, but he doesn't care much about the affairs of the store.His father would have liked him to be in charge, but he stole money if he was in charge; a son was not as reliable as a buddy.Whenever Xiao Zhao's father performed personal favors or went to the temple to burn incense, he would always wear flat glasses-bought at a small stall for 80 cents.Shopkeepers and gentlemen of big shops all wear flat glasses to show their status in theaters and temple fairs.So the shopkeeper can't be left behind.Xiao Zhao didn't want his father to die of illness, although it didn't matter if he died.If the father died immediately, he couldn't figure out how to show that he had become the official shopkeeper, unless he also wore flat glasses.The glasses bought for 80 cents are not limited to 80 cents.That is a symbol of being in power and establishing a career, and always carrying a few dollars in the bag. He is often with the four kings.Whenever he got a few cents from the small shop, he would bet with Wang Si and others, or sometimes he would go to an earthen kiln.The coachmen all called him "Xiao Zhao", and only called him "Young Shopkeeper" unless he blushed in a hurry, and in this season of fighting, he himself began to feel his identity.On weekdays, he has no temper and is very "selfish" to the four kings. "Debt? My village?" Xiao Zhao told them to look at the red and dirty ten-cent notes in their hands, then took out a cigarette and smoked it. Wang Si took half of the cigarette from his ear and smoked it on Xiao Zhao's fire.Everyone crouched behind the car. Not long after, Wang Si's copper coins found another owner.The muscles on his head swelled up unconvinced.Wanting to fish back—"Hey, Red Eye, lend me a few pennies!" Red Eye bet on the copper in his hand, betting five times; since his hands were empty, naturally he couldn't answer anything, squeezed Red Eye and waited to see the dice. Wang Si couldn't think of a move.Standing up in a fit of anger, he looked around to see if any patrolmen were coming here.Although he lost, but if the police wanted to arrest him, he couldn't run away. Xiao Zhao won, and asked everyone if they would continue.Everyone is still willing to do it, but Xiao Zhao has to lend them capital.Xiao Zhao's hands were full of dirt, and he put the copper coins and ten-cent notes in his waist: "Don't be fooled, do it, and get the money." Everyone is about to call him "Young Shopkeeper".Li Liu, who sells roasted sweet potatoes, came over. "One piece per person, shopkeeper Zhao will give the money!" Xiao Zhao wanted to entertain all the friends. "It's not far away, Xiao Zhao!" Everyone gathered around the sweet potato picker.Wang Si also got a piece, and took a deep breath to eat.After eating the sweet potatoes, Wang Si remembered: "Xiao Zhao, here you are." He found the glasses from the trunk and said, "Don't look at the broken box, there are some interesting things inside." When Xiao Zhao saw the glasses, he said, "It's from the shopkeeper." Enlarged in my heart; threw the uneaten sweet potatoes on the ground, and invited wild dogs.Sure enough, it was a decent mirror, better than my father's.Try it on.No, "This is short-sighted glasses, you will feel dizzy if you wear them!" "Just get used to it," Wang Si said with a smile. "Used to wear it? In order to wear it, you have to become short-sighted?" Xiao Zhao thinks it's not worth it, but he really loves glasses.Try walking a few steps.Then, take it off and look at everyone.Everyone thinks it is decent to wear a mirror.Wang Si took the lead and said, "It's really cool!" "It's just dizzy!" Xiao Zhao still refused to let it go. "Just get used to it!" Wang Si felt that only this sentence was reasonable. Xiao Zhao put on the mirror again and looked at the sky. "No, I'm still dizzy!" "Hold it, hold it." Wang Si was very "self". "It's for you. It's useless for me to hold it. Take it. After two years, your eyes will not be so full, and it will be suitable to wear it again." "Give it to me?" Xiao Zhao nailed it. "Really? Fuck! It's still a few cents to change the box!" "I'm really giving it to you, it's useless for me to hold it; if I sell it, it's only for 8 or 7 yuan!" Wang Si showed his "self" even more. "Wait for me to count," Xiao Zhao took out all the ten-cent notes and gave Li Liu sweet potato money. "There's still six cents left, so I only fucking won two cents!" "You still have copper!" Someone reminded him. "It's only ten cents worth of copper at most," Xiao Zhao said, but he didn't take them out, and everyone believed his words.Xiao Zhao is not unhappy because he won less; he is indeed very happy.As usual, he loses every game.It's nothing to lose a few cents, but it's a bit embarrassing for everyone to regard him as a "big head".Today, my reputation was finally restored, even though it only cost 30 cents including the coppers—maybe more than 30 cents, the weight of coppers is strangely heavy. "Wang Si, I don't want you for nothing. See? There are six cents. You three cents, I three cents, does it look like it?" Wang Si didn't expect that he could give it to Sanmao.Now that he has opened up, he might as well squeeze it again: "Pull out some more coins, anyway, you will win." "Blow! Lucky money, keep it in your waist. I have to do it with you tomorrow!" Xiao Zhao felt that if he came back tomorrow, he would definitely win.These two days must be good luck. "Okay, Sanmao. Sanmao bought such a good mirror!" Wang Si took the ticket.Put it in a small pocket close to the meat. "Didn't you say give it to me? This kid!" "Okay, okay, friends have a long time, don't care about this." Xiao Zhao put the glasses in the box and walked away. "Do it tomorrow!" After walking a few steps, he opened the box again.Looking back, the cart pullers didn't look at him.Putting the mirror back on, my eyes became blurred.But I don't want to take it off right away - I just need to get used to it.He felt that what Wang Si said was reasonable.I feel sad if I don't wear glasses.Besides, shopkeepers must wear mirrors.Glasses, a watch, and a golden incisor; Xiaofeng from Nangangzi will be blamed if I don’t! As soon as I turned a corner, I heard a loud horn.He couldn't see clearly, and he didn't know where to hide.He was eager to take off the mirror... Near the school, these days, the myopic student who slipped down the wall, Xiao Zhao, and Wang Si were gone. "Wang Si always parks his car in Nancheng these days," Li Liu told everyone.