Yanei of Rebirth

Walking into the dimly lit study room of the Zhou family, I was really taken aback after my eyes gradually adapted to the environment.

My dear, that is a veritable bookstore.Although there are no decent bookshelves, books are piled up everywhere on the cabinets and benches, and they are neatly stacked.

It seems that Mr. Zhou is no ordinary bookworm.

My own body is in a mess, like a beggar.There is no ambiguity about these precious books.

I can't help but stand in awe. [

Regardless of whether Mr. Zhou can give me any benefits after his comeback, it is worthy of respect because of his love for books.If a country or a nation wants to rise, it must ultimately rely on knowledge.

"Xiaojun, tell uncle, what book do you want to read?"

Mr. Zhou's tone clearly reveals a kind of kindness.Although it is the traditional virtue of Chinese intellectuals to stick to poverty and endure loneliness, Mr. Zhou is still very happy for our visit.What's more, he is still a book lover, and he just scratched Mr. Zhou's itch.

"Uncle, you have so many books... I'll find it slowly by myself."

I also automatically filtered out the word "Zhou" in front of him, and called him uncle directly.

Mr. Zhou looked at me with interest for a while and nodded.

"Well, you can find it yourself, and I'll talk to your father."

"Well, okay, thank you Uncle."

In my previous life, I was highly myopic. Because I was greedy for comic books and martial arts novels, I wore two thick bottle bottoms when I was a teenager.Now that he is only seven years old, his eyes are naturally very good.Although Mr. Zhou's study is very dark, it can't help me.Thanks to Mr. Zhou, how can I find a book in such a dark environment because of my age and nearsightedness?A majestic professor, because of a trumped-up crime, was sent to Matang Bay, a place where no shit, so poor that he had to pinch his fingers to count the kerosene money to light a kerosene lamp, he really committed a crime.

Mr. Zhou’s books are arranged in different categories, Party History and Philosophy are classified into one category, the largest in number, most of which are published after the founding of the People’s Republic of China.My English level is too low to recognize.But I guess one of them is Nietzsche's famous book "Thus Spoke Zarathustra".Next to the philosophy of party history are history books. Most of the 24 histories are available, and there are even bound books.The third category is literary books.It can be seen that Mr. Zhou has covered a wide range, including the four major Chinese classics and Tolstoy, Voltaire, and Shakespeare's works, as well as Xu Zhimo and other representative works of the standard-bearer during the New Culture Movement, such as "Zhimo Lu Xun's works are also indispensable.To my surprise, I found "heretics" such as "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" and "Sou Shen Ji" that were not accepted by serious scholars.It can be seen that Mr. Zhou's heart is not rigid at all, and his thinking mode is not very rigid.

Even in my previous life, I have never seen such a rich collection of books in private individuals.I really don't know how Mr. Zhou managed to preserve these books during the purgatory political campaign.Maybe we will help him to send him back to his hometown.The cadres of the Matangwan Brigade are not very literate, and they don't pay much attention to books.If they stayed in the provincial capital, it is estimated that these extremely precious books would be doomed.For a man who loves books like Mr. Zhou, ruining his books may be more uncomfortable than killing him.This is the so-called "a blessing in disguise is not a blessing".

I searched through the pile of books with joy, and my respect for Mr. Zhou increased a little.

Although I only went to a shabby college in my previous life, I had a special liking for reading. When I arrived at Mr. Zhou's library (the study is not enough to describe its size), I really felt like entering a treasure mountain for the first time.Unknowingly, the sky has darkened.

"Xiao Jun, Xiao Jun..."

It was Dad's voice.

"Xiaojun, what books did you choose?"

Mr. Zhou asked with a smile. It seems that the two intellectuals chatted happily.

Holding a large stack of books, I struggled across the threshold (at that time, there was a high bluestone threshold between each room in rural houses, I don’t know what kind of custom it is).

"Oh, there are quite a few books to choose from. Come, uncle, have a look." [

Mr. Zhou took a book with a smile and was stunned.

"The Art of War?"

Not the vernacular version, but the classical Chinese version.

"Xiaojun, do you know what book this is?"

"I know. Uncle just talked about it, Sun Tzu's Art of War."

Dad was also surprised, and took the books in my hand to read one by one.

"Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio...The Romance of the Three Kingdoms...General History of China...The Book of Songs..."

Dad almost exclaimed.

"Here...here is a foreign book..."

Mr. Zhou took a look and said, "It's Shakespeare's Hamlet..."

"Xiaojun, you picked it yourself? Do you understand?"

Dad looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.

Mr. Zhou also stared at me with twinkling eyes, with a strange expression on his face.

I held back my laughter and replied solemnly: "I don't understand."

Dad first let out a long breath, and then showed a little disappointed look.

Dad, do you really think of your son as a child prodigy?A seven-year-old kid reads "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and it's nothing more than square characters, which are more or less familiar.Watch the English version of "Hamlet"?Save it!

"If you don't understand, what are you using it for?"

I replied very seriously: "I don't understand, uncle can understand, uncle can teach me!"

Dad was taken aback again.

Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "Great Xiaojun wants to be a teacher?"

I tilted my head and asked innocently: "I just want to worship Uncle as my teacher. I don't know if Uncle is willing to accept it?"

Mr. Zhou was taken aback, his face became serious, he looked at his father, and said seriously: "Jin Cai, Xiaojun is a good seedling, if you study hard, you will definitely become a great talent. But I am a rightist, you have to think clearly .”[

Dad pondered, unable to make up his mind for a while.

You must know that although the end of the Cultural Revolution is approaching, how do the ordinary people in it know the great changes that are about to take place in China?Even after crushing the Gang of Four, it will take a few years for the real overall situation to change.In the era of "class struggle as the key link", it is not a joke to be labeled as a rightist.

Only I clearly know that the chaos is coming to an end and the prosperity is coming.

"Dad, don't you often say that the task of a student is to study? It's a good thing that I study with my uncle."

Mr. Zhou raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Dad also smiled: "As long as your uncle doesn't find it troublesome, of course I can't ask for it. Mr. Zhou, what do you think?"

Mr. Zhou laughed: "You are not afraid, what am I afraid of? Anyway, I am just chatting when I am free. Xiaojun is smart, I like it very much."

I was overjoyed: "Uncle, do you agree?"

"agreed."

Mr. Zhou nodded heavily.

A great intellectual like him, who follows the principles of Confucius and Mencius, usually also advocates the gentlemanly demeanor of "one promise, one thousand gold".

Dad smiled and said, "Xiaojun, aren't you called a teacher?"

What I did next surprised the two adults again.

I actually knelt down, kowtowed my head three times respectfully, raised my head, and shouted crisply, "Hello, teacher!"

In an instant, Mr. Zhou burst into tears.

I thought that by worshiping Mr. Zhou as a teacher, I made a lot of money, but who knew it turned out to be asking for trouble.This old master is not usually strict, and he puts on the master's airs in a serious way.For more information, please see the schedule below.

Monday afternoon: One hour English, one hour Chinese.

Tuesday afternoon: one hour of Russian, one hour of arithmetic.

Wednesday afternoon: [-] hour English, [-] hour History.

Thursday afternoon: One hour English, one hour Chinese.

Friday afternoon: one hour of Russian, one hour of arithmetic.

Saturday afternoon: [-] hour English, [-] hour Physics.

Sunday morning: review, quiz.

My mother, the whole thing is a cramming!Dare to feel that Mr. Zhou has not been on the stage for many years, and he intends to live his addiction as a teacher on me.

I looked at this schedule, my eyes were staring, my calves were twisting, and I was feeling cold all the way up my spine.Does this keep people alive?If he was in a Western country, he would be charged with child abuse.But this is in China, there is no precedent for a disciple to sue the master.Moreover, this teacher is what our family wants to worship. It is really unreasonable to regret it immediately after finishing the ceremony.

"Xiaojun, can you hold on?"

Mr. Zhou asked lightly.

Dad looked at me, a little nervous, but also a little bit unbearable.

Even though I have a thousand and ten thousand dissatisfaction in my heart, I can't lose the chain in this meeting.There is a price to be paid for wanting to reap the benefits of being a good boy.So I gritted my teeth and nodded: "Yes!"

"Okay, from tomorrow onwards, we will follow this schedule. If you are lazy and don't listen carefully, be careful with your hands."

The so-called hand-beating was a "dictatorship method" commonly used by elementary school teachers at that time to maintain the dignity of teachers. It was to beat the palm of the hand with a piece of moso bamboo. With a little force, it was enough to make my slender hands swell like a balloon.

I gasped, and sweat began to break out on my forehead.It is just that "the evil committed by the sky is still to be violated, and the evil committed by oneself cannot be lived".So far, I have to bite the bullet and go on, just like the Cantonese say, "If you lose your old mother, go on hard, as big as you are."

Seeing that it was getting late, the movie was about to be shown.Dad stood up to say goodbye, and invited Mr. Zhou and his wife to watch a movie.I thought that Mr. Zhou would definitely not be interested in this kind of "high-quality" didactic film, but the old master readily agreed.

As soon as I thought about it, I understood what he was thinking.The old master wants to understand the political trends of the upper class from the movie.At that time, TV sets were as rare as aliens, and the main sources of information in the vast countryside were movies and newspapers.

Before leaving the house, I suddenly asked, "Dad, what date is it today?"

"September [-]th."

My heart skipped a beat.On September [-], [-], three days later, an event that shocked the world was about to happen.