Chapter 27 Chapter 27 English Section, The Secret Flower

Song Xiaodou is organizing the first English Festival for Paozhong.She gave the English festival two names: "Paulownia Summer" and "A Midsummer Night's Dream".But she couldn't choose, she said, it would be great to include them at the same time, but that would be too long.Song Xiaodou's brows were rarely frowned, and there was a small pimple between his brows, which really looked like a small bean.She asked her classmates to help her find a solution, and she said that I hope every student can participate in finding a solution.She said that there are various ways to participate, some in English, some in Chinese, some in games, all are fine.She smiled, showing shallow dimples on her cheeks that we had never seen before.

Maimed said that there are two trees in the world, one grows towards the sky, grows bigger, grows older, and finally becomes a mountain; the other grows towards the ground, grows smaller and grows The younger it is, the more it becomes a seedling.I relayed Maimed's words to Zhu Zhu, and I said, Song Xiaodou is a tree that grows at night.Isn't the dark night the feeling of being underground? Zhu Zhu said that she grows at night and will open at night. I said, open, what do you mean by open? Zhu Zhu looked surprised, did I say open, she said, I didn't say open.What a ghost. Oh, yes, now I understand why Song Xiaodou organized the English Festival, but at that time, we all just thought it was too funny.Bind the English Festival and Paozhong together, just like the absurdity described by McMedley, put water and fire in a bucket, wear silk and satin on barefoot people, let a handsome rider carry a A rusty kitchen knife.It's really fucking funny, Paozhong is going to have an English festival!

Let’s just talk about the second year of high school? Class one, the sum of the words recited by all the students is not enough for one person to enter the university, so what kind of English festival do you have to participate in?Song Xiaodou said, it is precisely because of this that we have to hold the English Festival!For two purposes, she stretched out her left and right hands, the two slender index fingers of both hands, she crossed and overlapped them, and tapped one with the other, she said, one is to cultivate interest, and the other is to cultivate interest. is to roll out aces. top?Ali said, Miss Song, who do you think is the best, I will study hard with him today.

Song Xiaodou was not angry at all, she said, who is the top, I don't count if I say it, and it doesn't count if God says it, but he himself counts, right?Song Xiaodou paused, we all thought she was going to repeat in English, but she didn't.She pointed at Ali with her index finger, and said, maybe Ali is a top student, who knows, you have foreign words printed all over your body, French, German, Italian... All the students applauded and cheered together, Ali, Ali!Ali, Ali! ! The guy who is panicked by the heat, if he doesn't growl a little, he really wants to bite someone to relieve his anger.

Song Xiaodou took a lot of words to let us figure out that English Festival is not New Year's Day, Spring Festival, or National Day. It is not a festival of a certain day, but a festival that lasts for many days. The former is singular and the latter is plural.Plural numbers, you know, Song Xiaodou has never been so persuasive, she said, plural numbers are many numbers, many activities, very rich activities, singing, dancing, games, dramas, riddles...We say we don't know either.Song Xiaodou smiled tolerantly, and she said a motto of combining Chinese and Western: Except for the prophet, everyone learns and knows.

She rehearsed two programs for our class, both of which were singing, one was "Alphabet Song" and the other was "Little Star". The whole class was in an uproar, saying, it's too pediatric!We are sophomore? Class one! Well, Song Xiaodou waved his hand and asked a group of students to sing "Alphabet Song".Halfway through the singing, they started to lose tune, and the singing was completely out of order, and they were laughing and laughing, saying, stop singing, stop singing! Song Xiaodou didn't say anything, and directed everyone to practice these two nursery rhymes.I have to admire Song Xiaodou, she waved her arms like a water bird spreading its wings on the shore, so graceful and elegant, although she is short, she seemed to be flying upwards at any time.We've been rehearsing all day, and we already know what a quartet is, and we sing one of them really well, really, pretty damn well.A group of eighteen and nine-year-old children!No one believes that "Alphabet Song" will sing this flavor.Got it, Song Xiaodou said, the simplest is the best.Ali said, please Misi Song speak again in English.Song Xiaodou shook his head and said, let the ace talk.

The English Festival came in a muddle.One day when I found many colorful flags fluttering in the hot wind, Zhu Zhu said that the English Festival had already started for a few days.I said, what should we do then?Zhu Zhu said, do nothing.I said, stop singing, stop acting?Zhu Zhu Wan'er smiled, don't you sing in the classroom every day, who else are you performing for?Participation is all about self-entertainment.Wow, I exhaled hot steam, and I said, Song Xiaodou played tricks on us. However, no one expected that on the closing day of the English Festival, Song Xiaodou pushed it to the climax, and everyone was dumbfounded and surprised.The nephew of the dead director Ren said that the dead man was dumbfounded!

I remember that there was a constant wind and intermittent rain that morning, and everyone thought that the closing ceremony would not be possible.But after nine o'clock, the rain stopped in time, and it also brought two or three hours of coolness.These two or three hours were enough for Song Xiaodou, the foreign guest she invited had just stepped on the wet ground. At first we thought the foreigners were teachers from foreign language schools, but after Song Xiaodou introduced them, we realized that they were all family members of foreign companies, that is to say, they were all wives and children, with white skin, black skin, and yellow skin, but they all spoke English. .There was a lady with a long body and a long neck wrapped around a red bellyband from northern Shaanxi, and a little baby's head protruded from the red bellyband, like a kangaroo, which was very fun.Ali said the lady was the proprietress of the Nice Hotel.I asked him how he knew, and he said that he would know if he went too much.I said no wonder, she's kind of like that baby from Loch Ness, isn't she?Ali said, don't curse people.I said, is baby a curse, can't I call you baby, it's really weird.Ali said, Fengzi, why are you so angry today, I won't mess with you anymore.As soon as the Ali people drilled, they disappeared.Because the playground is messy and full of people, it is easier for a person to disappear in the crowd than for a loach to slip into the mud.

Song Xiaodou's philosophy is to drive all the students to the playground.You know, it’s an idea, not an idea. Song Xiaodou said, our idea is to hold the closing ceremony like a reception. Of course, she said “slap kick”, afraid that we wouldn’t understand, she stretched out her legs and kicked for a moment.She was obviously too excited to forget that it would be unsightly to stretch her jade legs out from under her skirt.Zhu Zhu said that Miss Song lost her composure a bit.I said, she will surprise us.In fact, I was thinking, alas, Song Xiaodou has never been so cute. The closing ceremony didn’t involve any fancy things. Apart from the drenched flags, there were boxes and boxes of Coke, orange juice, and iced black tea around the playground.The people in the canteen were happy, and the students were happy too, because they found an excuse to be happy.Only then did I notice that there was a bright red banner hanging on the railing of the teaching building, which should be the name of the English Festival, but it was all in English, and I didn’t know a single word except the year “××××”.Later I realized that it was "×××× Summer English Festival in China".It is said that this is the board made by President Jiang himself. He said that no matter the season or the trees, the focus is on Paozhong. There is an English festival in Paozhong, and foreigners are guests at the English festival.

However, no one paid attention to this banner which was also soaked by rain. Everyone surrounded the laowai as if they were watching aliens, or to be more precise, the wives and children of those laowai.Foreigners are naturally not a rare thing, but it is the first time for foreigners to come to our bubble.There are always smiles on the faces of the guests. They really want to say something to us, but we surround them and then retreat, keeping a distance where we can not speak, because we can't say anything.Behind that kangaroo mother-like lady, there is a little boy with yellow hair. His hair is as yellow as transparent golden silk, but his face is as white as plaster. He really looks like a plaster doll.Someone pinched his face with his hand, but he didn't even look at it, so he cursed, damn it!He doesn't speak English, not Chinese Mandarin, but the authentic dialect in our city, the street speech, except for the tender voice, is exactly the same as the boys we date.Everyone was overjoyed, the teacher and the students were vying to pinch his face, and he didn't resist when he heard him swearing, and they scolded one by one.The lady was in a hurry, pulled him behind her, and yelled something in their own language, which we couldn't understand.The little doll in the wife's belly pocket slapped her hands and smiled foolishly, showing her red gums.

Song Xiaodou was also laughing while standing aside. I must admit that she smiled very decently.She twisted her long braid into a bun and tied it behind her head, with a shiny silver needle inserted into it.She wore a lake green suspender dress that reached to her instep, which made her look like a tree after the rain, smelling like mint.She spoke very little, very simply, and seemed to be setting the stage for another climax.Her appearance is really kind and proud. Putting her in a bubble, to be honest, is as inappropriate as putting an English section in a bubble.She was aggrieved by being a popular teacher. She could be the hostess of a Nice hotel, not the proprietress; she could be a tourism ambassador for a city, not a female tour guide.She can be many good things, but she is our Miss Song.We were young at that time and didn't know what absurdity was.Now we understand, we also know that absurdity is the soil of absurdity, and Song Xiaodou doesn't need to find any reason to do anything. At the closing ceremony that day, Song Xiaodou let the guests into the depths of the campus while talking.The students in class one, sophomore year, followed her unknowingly, curiously and proudly, surrounded by their class teacher in front of the whole school.This kind of scenery and mood is the first time for us and Song Xiaodou, and it may be the last time.Her gaze, her clever smile, just like the few words in the textbook, raised Paozhong several levels.What do foreign wives mistakenly think of as a middle school, an English aristocratic school? Zhu Zhu said, no way, there is not a student who can speak English well in the noble school? I nodded and was about to say yes, that croaking student surfaced. Through my many narrations, as you now know, Principal Jiang’s small building is covered with thick green ivy, and on this morning when the shower temporarily washed away the heat, it suddenly looked like an old manor.Flower beds, vegetable beds, plantains... are all lacking, and the elegance and mystery of its owner is just like an imitation of the ancients.Principal Jiang has already returned, Zhu Zhu said, everything is settled, and he will be Director Jiang in the next semester. There are a few apricot-colored sun umbrellas in front of the small building. Under the umbrellas are small white tables, beach chairs, and two men in T-shirts. One is Principal Jiang. One turned out to be Tao Tao. Principal Jiang was wearing a white T-shirt, his skin tanned by the Hainan sun was even darker, and he smiled, smiling scholarly, kindly and stylishly, because he was a principal, an old man, and a thriving old man. Tao Tao was wearing a red T-shirt, which tightly bound his skeleton and muscles.Tao Tao's long hair plowed out a valley from the middle, and that protruding nose made him more like a carnivorous falcon.We are all wondering, what is Tao Tao doing here?However, Tao Tao had already taken a small step forward and introduced Principal Jiang to foreigners and himself to us in fluent and fluent English. After this experience, I have no doubt that the world is full of wonders.Anything is possible. If you say that a cat whistles like a tiger, I don’t think it’s unusual. If you say that you saw a crow grow peacock’s feathers, I think it’s reasonable.Tao Tao's English is concise and clear, with moderate setbacks, circumflexes, strengths and weaknesses, and ups and downs... There are few facial expressions and hand movements, but they are done just right and seamlessly.He should be 1.80 meters, but he looks even thinner, as if his height has been raised by a section, slender and flexible.I couldn't understand what he was saying, I just thought he was so unreal, like the person on the screen suddenly walked between us. That kangaroo-like Mrs. Nice, poor baby, stared at Tao Tao with fascinated gray eyes.Of course, a few steps away, Tao Tao's class teacher was also staring at him with the same eyes, oh, I'm not wrong this time, he is the fruit created by her, and she is the flower that blooms in the dark .How sad to say... Oh, it's not sad, I don't feel sad anymore, it's just sad. The English Festival became a festival for Tao Tao alone. Song Xiaodou, Principal Jiang, and foreign wives and children all became props for raising the clouds and supporting the moon.He is radiant, every move he raises his hand, every gesture of his foot, every frown and smile, has undergone strict training, and all of them have been stamped with Song Xiaodou's seal.No one can't see that Tao Tao has been trained by Song Xiaodou.No one didn't think about it, why did Song Xiaodou do this?Of course, this is a stupid question, right?No matter how shrewd a woman is, she will make a low-level mistake and expose it to everyone.However, because of this low-level mistake, Song Xiaodou is more like a woman in my eyes.Also because of this mistake, I think she is really terrible. This kind of horror can only be alleviated when I can step on her, because I am also a woman. Oh, do you agree with me, some women are born knowing their gender, and some women take life and death to find out that they are women.Since it is a toss, lovelorn is more important than love, and jealousy is deeper than love. This is like the weight of death far surpassing life, and the secret of night far surpassing day.Oh, now that I'm very calm, and very that...philosophical, right?Philosophy, you naturally know better than me, philosophy is the kind of truth that is plausible.However, at that moment, I really suddenly understood that although I was slim, wore military boots, and carried a knife with me, I was indeed just a woman.I watched the boy I loved for the first time actually grow up in the hands of another woman, like a mass of wet mud being pinched, kneaded, and shaped by that woman's hands, and I felt my eyes darken, Almost fell to the ground. I said to Zhu Zhu, Zhu Zhu, I am going to die. Zhu Zhu pinched me among the people, she said, nonsense.What nonsense are you talking about? I said, you all lied to me.You are all lying to me.You know everything, you are a fool to hide it from me. Zhu Zhu said, if they all lied to you, there is still one person who is honest with you, and this person is me. I was speechless, leaning softly on Zhu Zhu's shoulder.Zhu Zhu's body smelled of Artemisia bath lotion, and there was a faint smell of sweat in her armpits. I leaned against her, and I lost all strength.Zhu Zhu smiled, and she said, haven't you seen it yet, which boy is reliable? The hot wind dried the wet flags again, and let them flutter slowly in the hot wind again.The English festival is over, the afternoon is a half-day holiday, and the whole school has been cleared. At noon, when the sound of paulownia leaves turning can be heard, Zhu Zhu finally walked out of the classroom with me.The students in Class 1, Grade 2, got a kind of power today, and they can be unrestrained for a while——so to speak, it seems that we are usually good children—because the English Festival is hosted by our class teacher, and there is a town The big cool brother who lives with a grandmother (grandmother).In front of all the teachers and students in the school, Mrs. Nice kissed Tao Tao's forehead with a wave. She said, son, you can come to the hotel as the lobby manager.Oh, she then patted herself on the forehead, of course, I mean the assistant manager of the lobby, right, dear?The doll in her red bellyband clattered with her hands in her mouth, and the guy who could swear in dialect squinted at Tao Tao, as if he was estimating his weight. Mrs. Nice's words were translated by Song Xiaodou. She looked at Tao Tao with vacant eyes. Her voice was like a professional voice actor, the kind of melodious voice in Korean TV dramas. Tao Tao was not flattered at all.Courteous and graceful, he raised Mrs. Nice's hand and kissed it lightly.He said, Sanke!As we all know, this is thanks. Principal Jiang took the lead in applauding, and then the applause spread outwards wave after wave. Even the greyhounds outside the fence door also applauded. The applause was really thunderous and choppy.