Chapter 21 Chapter 21 One by one

Both children and adults have fantasies about eating and drinking, thinking that eating a meal can settle everything. In fact, the world is still that world, and which one of the words on the dinner table is true!Clinton invited the Israelis and Palestinians to the White House to eat so much food for nothing, and continued to fight after the meal, with aircraft missiles on one side and human bombs on the other.When we were children, we thought that adults were great, and we played around the world by eating and drinking. Only now do we realize that it is all nonsense.Adults are easily imitated, and they are imitated simply because they are adults.At that time, we were disgusted, rebellious, and rebellious towards adults, but when we spoke or acted, which one did we not want to act like an adult?Ali tried to save face by eating, which he learned from his dad.I believe that eating can solve the problem, I see it from the TV.Oh, watching the news on TV, isn't the most eye-catching thing about eating and fighting?Eating can only solve the problem of eating, and fighting can solve the problem of fighting. You see, when we understand this, we are no longer children.

After eating McDonald's that day, Ali thought something would happen to my situation in class, and I thought something would happen to Taotao and me.Of course we all guessed wrong, and everything remained the same.Tao Tao is still like a shadow or a bubble, appearing in the school and disappearing in the school again.He didn't speak to me alone, and he certainly didn't reach out to drag me out of the mud in front of me.I am still the unlucky me, I don't bother to say anything to anyone, and others are avoiding me from a distance.I even distanced myself from Ali, and that look of sorry for me in his eyes just made me feel even worse.Why bother, why should a child from a rich family cry for me?

Once when the class bell rang, I was still lying on the window sill in a daze.I didn't hear the bell at all, and the ledge I was lying on was to the right of the podium.It was the Chinese class of Director Ren's nephew. He started to talk, and the students in the audience laughed. He didn't know what he was laughing at. He wiped his face to see that there was no grain of rice sticking to his face. Then he looked down at his pants. The zipper was also zipped well, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and still read the textbook aloud.He didn't see it at all, there was a student standing next to him watching the cicadas and pigeons.Director Ren’s nephew was talking about a Tang poem. The poet is probably an old man who likes to go to the countryside to drink in the name of helping the poor. I only remember two sentences of the content, because these two sentences caused a commotion, otherwise, these two sentences would have been returned long ago. To that drunk old man.For a person like me, why do I recite Tang poems?

Director Ren's nephew became much more easy-going after "fighting" with Bao Jingsheng.When Bao Jingsheng was expelled from the bubble, his easy-going made him happy and confident.He was still smart at first, but now he looks more and more energetic.During lectures, he would often pace up and down, looking at the wall behind him or the ceiling above his head, gesticulating, sometimes reciting aloud, and sometimes asking himself questions and answers.It's a pity our poor Eva is gone. If she saw it, would she describe him as a sensational star?But it's hard to say, maybe Eva's nose can smell other smells from his joy, right?Who knows.

That day, after Xiao Ren read out those two lines of Tang poems that I still remember, he strode towards the window to demonstrate an action of pushing the window open, because those two lines of Tang poems happened to be: "Kai Xuan Mian Chang Pu , talk about the wine as mulberry."Xiao Ren said as he walked, Xuan is the window, and Kai Xuan is the window.Of course, if possible, he would curl up his fingers to make a wine glass, and perform an action of throwing his neck up and drinking.However, the moment he opened the window, he realized that there was a person lying on the window sill, and it was a tall girl.The classroom was extremely quiet, as if afraid of disturbing me, and wanted to see how Director Ren's nephew would clean up the situation.

Naturally, I don't know anything, I only hear someone whispering and repeating in my ears, "Opening the window...opening the window...".Director Ren's nephew was muttering, because he really couldn't think of a way to deal with me for a while.I felt an itching somewhere on my body, it was unbearable, maybe it was caused by the sudden silence, or maybe it was the murmuring sound that wormed into my clothes, and I turned around suddenly.My chin almost hit the forehead of Director Ren's nephew.Both he and I were taken aback. At that moment, I didn't recognize him. I shouted angrily in a low voice, what are you going to do?

He had the same broad chin as his aunt, but this time, I was condescending, and he could only look up at my chin.He hissed, and he said, I, I just want to push that window open... I sneered and said, isn't the window open?What garlic! He took a step back, pointed at his face, and asked suspiciously, you mean, I'm pretending?I just want to open that window.Push open the window, he said, trying to reach over me to reach the sill.Because my body blocked him, his hand was like a bamboo pole, driving me aside. I grabbed his arm and folded it hard, and he yelped. The cry woke everyone up, and I realized that the hand of Director Ren's nephew was softly clenched in mine, and his face finally showed majesty and anger, and the students were all clapping rhythmically. table, shouting: Hit, hit, hit, this pretends to be a grandson!

Director Ren's nephew grabbed his hand back.I looked at him blankly, and I said, I'm sorry, teacher. He put his hand under his eyelids for a closer look, and he said, you hurt me. I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry, teacher.I don't know why. There are still people below shouting, hit, hit, hit, but the momentum has weakened, which cannot hide their disappointment.Director Ren's nephew said, "Go down." I sat back in my seat and he resumed his lecture immediately.I did look very earnestly into his face, listened to his every voice, followed his every movement, but still I couldn't understand what he was saying.I just saw him go to the window sill again, close the window, and then push it open again, he said, open a restaurant, talk about wine....I tried to think about what was outside the window, cicadas, pigeons, the gray sky, shit!

I heard two people chattering behind me, the voice was just small enough to reach my ears.The man said that it is better to pretend to be a grandson than the fucking one who pretends to be suave.The woman just said, how great is the grandson, the grandson is a general, and the grandson's art of war.Hahahaha. I felt a terrible headache and dizzy, and I shook it hard, but it didn't help.Hee hee hee hee hee sound like bees flying in the sun, making me upset.I carried it on my back, but I couldn't see who was who between him and her. I grabbed the two heads, broke them apart, and touched them hard again!Clock strikes bell, bowl strikes bowl, cannonball strikes cannonball!I only heard ghosts crying and howling, so I let go and still looked at Director Ren's nephew, like watching a silent movie.

When get out of class was over, Director Ren's nephew stretched out a finger from the podium and pointed at me from a distance, you, he said in a sharp voice, you want to come to my place for a while. However, when I stood up, I found that I couldn't get out at all.Not to mention getting out of the classroom, it is very difficult to get out of my seat.Many girls crowded in front of my seat, while the boys were scattered at the door and on the podium. They were all waiting to watch.There are also some people who pretend to be black-faced, swearing and pointing fingers.The couple behind me were whining and crying, the man was wiping the blood on his temple with a dirty handkerchief, while the woman was lying in someone's arms, only seeing shoulders shrugging and shaking, Like a monkey's red ass.Yes, it’s the monkey’s red butt, because our summer school uniform is one piece of sky blue and one piece of red, and today we just wear red, blood-red polyester, which is transparent and airtight.I can imagine that she was crying, and the sweat all over her body turned into blood under the red T-shirt.A girl pointed at my nose and said, don't pretend to be a rich girl or a lunatic, you have to apologize to them.Another girl patted my face and said, everyone said you had a machete in your schoolbag.If it's a real knife, take it out to see some blood, if it's a fake, sell it to a scrapper as soon as possible.The others all followed suit, yes, yes, sell it to the waste collector!

I said ok, ok.I took out the knife and slapped the scimitar on the table with the scabbard on. Many hands immediately danced like an octopus, all vying to take it away.But just as I slapped the knife on the table, my left hand pressed the scabbard, and my right hand had already pulled out the knife.Surrounded by the crowd, the knife could not see its light, nor could it hear the wind, nor could it smell the sour smell of its metal.fake!The two leading girls yelled, Fake, and the others followed suit like a chorus, Fake!I sneered, and I said, whoever says it's fake, give it a damn try! It was the two leaders who clenched their fists and put their arms under my chin. Everyone clenched their fists and handed their arms towards me, just like the blood donors in the posters.I burst out laughing, and I said, what kind of show, I would kill a dog more happily than you. Immediately I got a slap in the face, and then a punch in the chest.The fist was hitting my left breast, and there was a muffled sound, as if I was choking on my breath, it was extremely uncomfortable.Countless hands squeezed over, trying to hit me and grab me, and I was thrown crookedly against the table behind me.I slammed the knife into the table, and I said, damn it, I said, if I die today, I will grab someone to cover my back! But no one heeded my threats, they took my most desperate words as another lie.My face was scratched by hands with black or red nail polish, and my collar was torn several times.Someone else started spitting at me, so sour and smelly that I couldn't keep my eyes open.How did they know that their teasing was awakening a beast.Compared with the danger of a wild animal, their savagery is too much like a cursing shrew meeting a desperate demon. Oh yes, at that point, I was like a beast, a demon, I sneered dangerously, and I said, have you played enough?If I haven't played enough, I will pay her to play alone.you?I pointed to a girl's nose.you?you?you? ... I changed direction and asked questions one by one.I let those fists and fingers bite on my face and body, asking questions relentlessly.My voice is not very loud, but it is hoarse and firm, and only I know that I am on the verge of breaking down. Under my questioning, they slowly quieted down.The two leading ones were still talking hard, pointing to their own noses, and said in a dragged voice, "I, so what if it's me?"so what? I didn't wait for the two of them to take their last breath, I rushed towards the fatter one, and pressed her head on the table at once, my scimitar was wrapped around her white and tender neck, like a sickle wrapped around a sickle. Only overripe gourds.Damn ×, I cursed calmly, the scratched blood on my face was burning, and a mouthful of phlegm was falling down my eyebrows.I said, damn it, it’s just two dogs’ lives, what else is there to live for?I let out a breath and began to exert force on my hands.The girl screamed, her voice came out of her belly, it was savage and sad.All the girls cried out in panic and terror.I sneered again, and I said, don't worry, come one by one.I closed my eyes and pulled the knife lifelessly—— Just then, my hand was grabbed by another hand.Oh, you heard me say, in every danger, someone's hand stopped mine.Is that someone else's hand? Should it be the hand of God?Who knows.Jingui's left hand was like iron tongs. He grabbed me and pushed me back. I fell down with a groan...but was picked up immediately, and I was still standing on my seat.My wrist still burns, but the knife is gone.Jingui didn't speak, but twitched the corners of his lips at me, which also seemed to be a smile.I wanted to scold him, spit on him, but I sighed and sat down. The class bell rang in time. Zhu Zhu pushed aside the crowd and stood in front of me gracefully, but she didn't even look at me. She said, let's all go back to our seats.Principal Jiang is going to attend Miss Song's class. The crowd dispersed.No one spoke, it was as quiet as a flock of crows who had taken sweat medicine. I have been thinking about whether I should go to Director Ren's nephew.My ruthlessness is over, and I'm afraid of him now.When he pointed at me at the end, his voice was as sharp as a silver needle looking for an acupuncture point, and I felt my body trembling slightly.Didn't I fight it out just now? Why do I look like a frightened sparrow now? When school was over in the afternoon, I was still in a trance.When we reached the gate of the iron fence, Zhu Zhu squeezed over and said to me, Fengzi, if you don’t go to him today, you will die. I understand what Zhu Zhu means, I'm currently under probation at school, if he prescribes bad medicine at his aunt's place, of course I'm doomed, I'm about to get out of the bubble like Bao Jingsheng.But I told Zhu Zhu, I am afraid. What are you afraid of?Zhu Zhu said. I don't know, I said, just because I was afraid.I've never been so scared.you go with me? Zhu Zhu sighed and said, I'm afraid it will be worse if I go with you.While talking, Zhu Zhuwaner smiled, and she said, just think about the knife in your schoolbag, it's nothing more than a one-shot kill, right? I was slightly surprised that Zhu Zhu could say such tragic words.I reached into the schoolbag and touched it, and the knife was really still there.I have no idea when Jingui was put back. I folded my body and walked towards the teaching building alone.The teaching and research room of the second-year Chinese language group is on the top floor, and it is very quiet all day long.When I got to the door, I saw that the door was open, but there was no one there, as if waiting patiently for my arrival.The desk of Director Ren's nephew was wiped clean, with neatly stacked books and lesson plans, and a spotless ashtray, shining brightly in the twilight.In the celadon pen holder, there are a few gardenias.In a glass teacup, the tea leaves floated slowly in the water. I touched it and it was hot.At this time, I heard footsteps, turned my head, and saw Director Ren's nephew coming in, and he opened the door casually, and the latch clicked greasy, and it was locked.I heard my chest thumping, and I said, teacher, I'm really sorry. Director Ren's nephew nodded to me, pulled the wicker chair and sat down.He said, can you sit or not?I said, no, I don't sit, I'm fine standing.He opened the drawer, pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands.His hands were wet, maybe he just came back from the bathroom.In the dim light, his fingers were thin and short, and he wiped them repeatedly like this, and he didn't speak for a long time, and the light became darker and darker.Then he got up and turned on the electric fan. The electric fan buzzed, the sound was as loud as a generator, and the wind felt itchy and uncomfortable when it hit his body.He looked at me, stood up again, and turned off the electric fan. Teacher, I said, I'm really sorry.I did not do it on purpose. However, he acted like he didn't hear it.He put the teacup to his mouth and drank it slowly until it was dry, and the tea leaves formed a slanted line from the bottom of the cup to the mouth of the cup.I said, teacher, there is no water.Startled slightly, he put the glass on the table.Get me a glass of water, please," he said, looking dazedly at the other empty desks. I filled him with water.He turned his head and looked at me for the first time.For a brief moment, I swear I was amazed, I felt like I was dealing with a complete stranger.He was small, and even he looked small now, and there was something evasive in his eyes, like those artists in movies, timid and vulnerable.He said, please don't be nervous. His voice was tired, not sharp at all, it was as gentle as talking to himself.I forced a smile, and I said, I'm not nervous, teacher. Oh, no tension, huh?He said, what do you need me to do...to forgive you? I kept that smile, and I said, whatever, teacher. Oh, I don't know what would you say if it were you?But I swear I was telling the truth.I have no other choice, I can only say whatever.Whatever he does, as long as he gives me a way out.In fact, it is to give my father a way out. If I am fired, how will he live? Director Ren's nephew grunted, you mean casually?He sighed and said, come here a little bit. I moved and leaned against the pawn of his desk.Please come a little more, he looked down at the table and said in a weak voice, please come a little more. I moved towards him again.He looked at me, blinked, and told me with his eyes, come a little more. I untied my schoolbag from my back and put it on the table.The zipper of the schoolbag is open, and my knife is hidden inside.I continued to walk closer, and my thighs had already touched the armrests of his wicker chair.His head was thrown up, almost touching my belly.He took a breath, and he looked like someone had hit him with a stick, a little dizzy and a little sluggish.After a while, he held out his hand and said, can you? I didn't understand what he meant, at least, at that time, I pretended not to understand.I said, teacher, I don't understand, you, whatever, whatever. He murmured and repeated, whatever?He said, can it be, can you do whatever you want..., he was trembling, unable to speak, as if he was repeating the same scene. What?I said, teacher, what do you want to do? He put his hand on my chest, the left breast where I had been punched.The left breast is still swollen and painful, and I don't feel anything except the swollen pain.I didn't dodge, just glanced at my open schoolbag.I can't make up my mind, should I draw the knife out?Director Ren's nephew's hand was attached to my left breast, but I didn't feel it at all, just like he was attached to someone else's left breast.Because, I only have pain and pain there. I looked down at him calmly, he really looked like he had been knocked out, his eyes were squinted, and he kept breathing.I said, are you okay, teacher? He opened his eyes, looked at me in surprise, and took his hands off my chest.The light in the room was already very bad, and his frightened eyes were as bright as a torn grape. After a long time, he resumed his sitting posture in the rattan chair.He said, please pour me another glass of water... you go. I poured him a glass of water, picked up my schoolbag, and left. Opening the door, the light outside was still bright, which made me feel a little dizzy and a little dazed, as if I had been hit by a stick.There was a wind blowing in the corridor, which made my left chest feel cold, and I felt chills intermittently.I buried my head and looked, and it turned out that his hands were sweating a lot, and my piece was all wet. *Part IX In the past, my mother always made the light bulbs in the bathroom so small that the light was as dim as moonlight.Now, I have changed the brightest light bulb, which is very bright, as bright as the sun. When I raised my head to catch the warm water, I seemed to see the rain on the sunny day falling, falling to the ground. on my smooth body.This is the time when I am the most critical of myself, let the warm water wash every corner and crevice of my body clean.