Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Marine Boots, Tao Tao

Remember the Maimed I mentioned?Maimed, the hero of the desert, has a white robe, a scimitar, and a dromedary.In addition, he was a troubadour and philosopher.He is more upright than Swallow Li San, more vigorous and powerful than Robin Hood, and can speak great maxims better than our political teacher.I know that maxims are always great, otherwise why are they called maxims?He said a maxim: experience is wealth for some people, but it is just a running account for others.In fact, McMedley doesn't always say aphorisms, he often doesn't say anything, because this is just a comic book, and talking too much is tantamount to nonsense.When he speaks, there is often a bar on the screen, between the sand dunes and the moon, just enough to accommodate his words.An aphorism is characterized by a single sentence, right?I still know this.McMedley always said it sharply, and he stabbed me through like a knife.My little experience is what he called a poor journal.

oh don't you agree?Do you disagree with me, or do you disagree with Memed? ... I understand a little bit what you mean. The same experience is a running account for me, but it becomes wealth for others, right?With that said, I get it.Who else is it? It's not me anyway.Maybe it's someone I don't know, maybe it's you, you can make a book out of my experience, really, whatever. If you really write my every day into a running account, then the place where I should go after leaving school is the bus station of No. 38 bus.Some days, I always stand under the stop sign and wait for Tao Tao.Counting from the intersection on the west side, the stop sign is nailed to the thirteenth paulownia tree.The students in Paozhong call this stop sign "Thirteen Paulownia Trees".Song Xiaodou listened, and smiled very rarely, saying that you are still educated.Of course we couldn't understand it, but Eva made it clear later that there was a place name in it, which was called "Thirteen Oaks".Oh, Eva, wait a minute, I'll talk about Eva.How could Eva be missing from the story of class one in the second year of high school?

There is a small ancient temple at the other end of the South Bridge, the Crockpot Temple. Through the dense shade of trees, a trace of red wall can be seen.Perhaps, it should be the red crock.Although the earthen pot is small, it is famous all over the world.It is said that Tang Sanzang once placed a list here, Zhu Yuanzhang came here to make a wish, and when Chairman Mao inspected the Southwest, he went up to the Tibetan scripture building to look through a few shell-leaf scriptures.I heard that while flipping through the old man, he said that it has been famous since ancient times.The old man likes to talk like this the most. There are tricks hidden in the vernacular, and there is heaven and earth in the earthen jar.Did he say the latter sentence or did I say it?forget.Later, the crockpot temple was designated as a national first-class cultural relic unit, with towering ancient trees and moss everywhere, surrounded by high-rise buildings with glass curtain walls. It looks really cool, like a scholar in a robe standing in a suit and leather shoes Among the white-collar workers, the corners of their mouths were full of proud and proud smiles.

It's just that the quietness of the crockpot temple also contrasts with the turmoil on the South Bridge side.The traffic on the bridge was rolling, and the bridge hole was buzzing, like thunder spinning in the distance. Sitting in the classroom, I felt the soles of my feet trembling and the chair spinning.Of course it's an exaggeration, if you don't think about it in class, how can you spend your time?When there is a traffic jam on the bridge, the side of the bridge becomes a parking lot, and the sound of motors roars in the shadow of paulownia trees, as if there are thousands of troops ambushing.The exhaust fumes from the car buttocks scorched the leaves of the trees, and the birds and cicadas stopped coming.Next door to the bubble is the Western Literary Magazine, and the old owner wrote an essay "The South Bridge of Broken Soul", which talked about the difficulty of crossing the bridge for the elderly, as if walking on the tip of a knife every step of the way.As soon as the issue of the magazine came out, he was hit and killed by a car while crossing a bridge.A red Otto made an illegal U-turn on the bridge, and another red Otto whizzed by, caught him in the middle and blew his guts out.The blood was not seen, because the car was red, and the blood was sucked in by the car.So when I waited for Tao Tao, I was always very patient, self-restraint, and acted like a well-educated person. I didn't complain about how late Tao Tao came. I was afraid that Tao Tao would also be sucked away by Otto.

Although I have never seen Tao Tao's blood, I know that Tao Tao's blood must be a lot, very thick, otherwise, how could he be so tall and so steaming!Tao Tao has to squeeze into the carport full of bicycles to pick up the car.The carport is low and small, and thousands of cars are twisted together, like hemp rope twisting hemp rope, and taking out your own car is harder than a test.Fortunately, Tao Tao.Tao Tao pulled his Giant out of the car pile, held it on his head and squeezed out.Tao Tao rode a black Giant, like riding a black horse, a horse or a stallion.He rode up to me, and I jumped into the back seat with one leap.Tao Tao took me for a ride all over the city, went to restaurants, ate barbecue, pressed the road, and talked about all kinds of trivial things.I curled up my long legs so they wouldn't stagger on the ground.Tao Tao's bike was riding really well, Giant was glowing black under the street lights, and when turning the corner, the bike followed the wind, slanting through the flow of people and cars, arousing a lot of exclamation and shouting.I like this hour of every day, and I like Tao Tao's crazy look.I think that's what Maimed is running in the desert on a camel, right?Tao Tao has hard fists, is tall, and has great strength. He often pulls me into his arms and makes me flustered with his hot breath.Then he blocked my mouth with his mouth, and at the same time lifted my clothes with flustered fingers and drilled in.I'd always push him away, and I'd say, fuck it, I don't!Tao Tao was furious, he said, fuck it, I want it! . . . In the end, he was discouraged.I kissed his Buddha-like big earlobe, and we got back together.

Why do I "no", why, I often ask myself now.I don't keep festivals for any man or time, why don't I?Do you think it's reasonable for a girl like me to "yes"?Oh, what you mean is that you never thought I would be so principled and have a bottom line.You are praising me, but you are wrong. This is my stupidity. What does it have to do with principles and bottom lines?I can only be me. Tao Tao is also wearing a pair of marine boots, which I bought him as a New Year's gift with the New Year's money.He is already tall, but I like that he looks taller than me. I like to watch Song Xiaodou train him, just like a little fox training a wild camel.I just told you that Song Xiaodou is the head teacher of Class 1 in the second year of high school and the youngest English teacher in the high school.As to how young she was, no one could say for sure.Many classmates have bet on her age, the bet is 20 skewers of barbecue tofu skin or 10 skewers of chicken butt, but the answer is actually between 19 and 39 years old, a difference of 20 years!It's fucking hilarious.The standard answer has never been announced, who would dare to ask her for this answer?

There are two things we all know: first, she lives in the single dormitory building in the school; second, her youth lies in her small size. Yes, Song Xiaodou looks very small, that kind of delicate and small like a fox.She is only 1.55 meters at most, with single eyelids, thin lips, a slightly raised nose, and a perpetually frightened expression.In fact, it was an illusion, what could frighten her.She is the woman who scares others, with a long and thick braid dragging behind her head, from the nape of her neck all the way to her right buttocks.As soon as I was in class, my mouth was full of English, and I spoke faster than Chinese.Oh, by the way, she said that if she changed schools, she wouldn't need to speak Chinese!Because of her short stature, she always holds her head up; knowing that we are rotten wood, she simply talks to herself.It is said that she was born in Beijing Foreign Studies University, and some say that she is from Fudan University, who knows.We have always been insensitive to academic qualifications, degrees, and prestigious universities.What's the use of being sensitive, the students in the middle school are the students in the middle school, just like ants don't need to care about the fruits on the treetops, sparrows don't need to look at the wild geese in the sky, no matter where Song Xiaodou comes from, and why she came here.Of course, this is not a secret that has been mined.She said it herself, why teach Paozhong?like.why do you like it?She didn't say.She just said, what is the best career? !What is the worst job? !Song Xiaodou answered this question with a firm rhetorical question.We, including everyone else, have nothing to say from now on.

Song Xiaodou's rhetorical questions are always powerful.One day when she came to class, she saw a line written on the blackboard——Send you a little bean! Song Xiaodou tapped the blackboard with chalk, and the blackboard sounded like porcelain.She said, send you?who are you?She then spoke English again, we couldn't understand, but we understood the momentum of the question on the tail, which was as sharp as a tiger's tail.She said, who are you? All eyes were on Tao Tao, Tao Tao's face was flushed with shame, and she lowered her head for the first time. Song Xiaodou snorted, and his voice softened a little.She said, oh, is that you?You are who you are, right?

From that day on, I found Song Xiaodou very annoying. Song Xiaodou has always had single eyelids, just like a woman who has always had her birthmark on her exposed parts.Her single eyelids made me respect her.Yes, I don't like Song Xiaodou, but I respect her single eyelid.The director of the Academic Affairs Office is in her fifties, she should be the mother of an old woman or an aunt, for a while she came to work wearing sunglasses every day.On Teacher's Day, Ali went to her office to stuff red envelopes. Ali saw that she had just cut her eyelids.Ali told me secretly, and I poohed and said, oh, poor old woman.

Thinking about it, my respect for single eyelids is a bit like respect for dinosaur eggs.Because they are rare in the world, they all make me respect a little.But I thought, apart from single eyelids, what else does Song Xiaodou make me respect?I don't like the way Song Xiaodou lectures Tao Tao the most.She always called Tao Tao to the office to listen to the reprimand.She leaned comfortably in the rattan chair, took a pair of shiny nail clippers to trim her nails, and sipped black tea.Tao Tao Niu tall and burly stood on the side, with his head lowered in disbelief.She spoke very slowly and softly, God knows what she was talking about, and actually lowered Tao Tao's head so that her nose was almost touching her chest.

After Tao Tao came back, I asked him, Tao Tao, what are you afraid of Song Xiaodou, so useless? Tao Tao stepped on the little ants on the ground vigorously with his land combat boots. If there were no ants there by chance, he would be stepping on a layer of dust, anyway.He said, why am I afraid of her, I am not afraid of her. I said, she trains you every day, what are you training for? Tao Tao said that teachers training students are just nonsense. I can't believe she's always talking nonsense.A smart woman like Song Xiaodou likes to talk nonsense to a boy all day long?One day I deliberately went to hand in the homework to Song Xiaodou, but I only heard her last sentence.This sentence is a conclusion she made.She had just finished filing her nails and was folding back the shiny clippers.The nail clipper made a crisp sound in her hand, as if a metal switch had finally been pressed.She said, Tao Tao, that's the way things are, isn't it?Her voice was flat and straight, like a wire wet from cold rain.Of course I don't understand, what is the matter? However, not long after, I also heard Song Xiaodou's teachings with my own ears.She asked Zhu Zhu to call me to the office.Zhu Zhu is our monitor, she always asks Zhu Zhu to call her this and that.Only Tao Tao did it by herself. After class, she said, Tao Tao, come here, Tao Tao made a sullen look, and went to the office holding books, notebooks, and teacups for her.When Zhu Zhu called me, he murmured, poor Fengzi, things have gotten worse.