Old things in the south

Chapter 66 Rose (1)
Squeezed into an unobtrusive corner of the social news page, the suicide of the wine girl Rose is an irrelevant piece of news.It is only as big as dried tofu, just like the back alley in the corner of this big city where she lived, dark and lacklustre, today it has been deprived of its place in this society by a big news that is more important than it thinks .The suicide of a drunk woman is only a personal interest, while six robbers robbing in daylight is related to the public security of the whole society, so the news that six robbers were sentenced to death at the same time is naturally higher than the death of a drunk woman.

However, my eyes fell on this piece of news, which lasted for a long time. It lingered in my heart and made me feel sullen. I wanted to break free from the shackles of this feeling, so I stood up and walked to the window.

When I opened the curtains, it was very dark outside. On rainy days in winter, the light always leaves quickly, and the slanting rain and cold wind blow on my face.Crash, I also heard the sound of plantains being hit by the rain outside the window.No, sometimes it can make this sound even if it is not hit by the rain. A child passed by the flowers. Every time she would mess with the plantains with her hands to make them make sounds, so as to wake up and sit. Teacher Lin who corrected her homework in front of the window.

This longing can't help but make me look out of the window. In fact, in this dim dusk, what can I find under the banana leaves?But I looked up suddenly, and saw the tall Christmas red plant in the opposite house again. It has been a month since Christmas, and the leaves on the branch have all fallen, and a few residual red are supporting its branches. Under the gray and black sky, it is really monotonous.

"Teacher, don't they look like bean sprouts?" I remembered that child once described the bare Christmas red branches to me like this.

I have lived in this room for a long time. For six years, I corrected the students' homework and worked hard. I had a strong ambition to be an educator. I cared about this group of young children, and often forgot the pain I suffered physically and mentally for them. suffering.I also had a whimsical idea, wanting to find a wonderful flower among them. I want to water it, cultivate it, and then contribute my achievements to the society.So, I remember very well...

In that hot afternoon, everything seemed sluggish. People lazily hid at the foot of the pavilion to enjoy the cool shade, but I vigorously rolled the road on Zhongshan North Road. My sweat was exposed to the poisonous sun and gave off a sour smell, but I I still couldn’t find where Lane 150, Section [-], Zhongshan North Road was. I tried to turn around to find Section [-], Section [-], and similar numbers. After spending a whole Sunday afternoon, I finally returned with the cool breeze of the setting sun. school.

I was very angry when I found out from the student address book of the Academic Affairs Office that Zeng Xiuhui's home lived in Guilin Street, Wanhua.

"This girl who can sing is also a good liar," I said to the dean.

"But why did she lie to you like this? Maybe she moved a new house and can't remember the name of the address."

"I hope so. But fifth graders shouldn't be so confused."

In the first class the next day, I called Zeng Xiuhui:

"You mean you live at No. 150, Lane [-], Section [-], Zhongbei Road?"

"Yes." There is also a Taiwanese accent, "Yes" is pronounced with the pronunciation of "four".

"You're right?"

She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, indicating that she was not wrong.

"But," liar child, I want to expose it in front of all my classmates, "I did 'home visit' yesterday and it was your turn, but I couldn't find the address!"

Crying after Zeng Xiuhui, I asked her to stand up in class to punish this lying child.Since she was often late, she certainly dreaded family visits, and perhaps she had an irritable father.

I was very serious. On the next Sunday, I sacrificed the morning movie and decided to take a trip to the Zeng mansion. Judging by the clothes, this kid did not come from a poor family.When class was about to end on Saturday, I first informed Xiuhui, and in a gentle tone, after a week, her lovely singing voice and delicate notes had already softened my heart.

"It's No. 43, Bashi Lane, Guilin Street. Is it correct this time?"

Xiuhui lowered her head, she was shy, with tears in her eyes.I think the public punishment I gave her was too harsh that day, and I should comfort her, so I patted her on the shoulder jokingly and said, "The teacher won't eat your family members, don't worry!"

This time I found it very smoothly. As soon as I knocked on the door, Zeng Xiuhui came out. It seemed that I had been waiting inside the door.The students are always so nervous when they hear that the teacher is going to visit the family.

"Is mom there?" I asked.

Xiu Hui tried her best to nod her head, ran inside and called, "Amu! Amu! Teacher Lin is here!"

Following the sound was a sound of leather shoes, a young girl came out, greeted me with a smile, and politely asked me to sit down.Is this young lady Xiuhui's mother?I was suspicious and didn't dare to call it rashly. I looked at Xiuhui who was standing aside, hoping she could explain, but she just stood there stupidly.The young girl is very good at Mandarin and can speak very well: "Xiuhui doesn't study hard, teacher please give me some advice!"

It sounds like the tone of a mother, at least her guardian.I said that Xiuhui is a smart child with a loud singing voice and beautiful handwriting, but... I finally told this parent the purpose of coming here: Xiuhui is often late, and I hope to know the reason.

"You should get up early." She didn't explain the reason, but she turned to Xiu Hui seriously and reprimanded her.

I have always met the students' parents and wanted to talk about some living conditions, but I saw the situation of Xiuhui's house, the people coming and going, the young parent, and the atmosphere around here. This visit, it was the easiest family visit ever.

Not long after that, I had a chance to talk to Hideo alone, and I casually asked who was the young girl that day to her.

"my mother."

"The mother who gave birth to you?"

"No, it's the adoptive mother."

It's a adoptive mother, that's strange, she adopted such an eldest daughter at such a young age.So I asked again:

"Where's Dad?"

"Well..." She hesitated, and finally said, "I don't have a father."

"So," I found it difficult to ask, and I couldn't speak for a while, but I continued to ask, "then your mother is working?"

"She's in Ye Lily." She lowered her head and let out a sigh of relief: "My grandmother is very powerful, she's only 35 years old."

Xiuhui also told me that she also has a great-grandmother who is only 50 years old. The four generations of them live in the same family as adoptive mother and daughter. The adoptive mother is often beaten by the grandmother. If she refuses to go to Ye Lily, her adoptive mother is only 19. years, eight years older than her.

Infinite sympathy rose from the bottom of my heart. I really should have known about this little girl’s misfortune. I stroked her hair and said:

"Although the experience in life is different, if you study hard, you will always have a bright future in the future. Do you understand? Xiuhui!" She smiled, and I knew that my enthusiasm and sympathy might comfort her.I said again: "Look at Lin Yixiong in the class? His father rides a tricycle, and Hu Hui's mother cooks and works as a maid. It's not shameful at all. Occupation does not represent personality." Out of sympathy, the more I said, the more It's deep, and it doesn't matter whether she understands it or not.

But Zeng Xiuhui is incomparable with Lin Yixiong and Hu Hui after all. I can bear to see Lin Yixiong follow his father's path or Hu Hui follow her mother's path, but I can't bear to see Zeng Xiuhui also accompany Ye Baihe to drink one day, but I know that only Xiuhui is the most dangerous person to take this path, she was specially prepared to take this path and was adopted as an adopted daughter!Taiwan's foster daughter system!I deeply regret.

No matter how Xiuhui talked about her family affairs, I never dared to make further inquiries and asked her whether she would live like her adoptive mother in the future.I don't think it's right to cast an unclean stain on her pure heart and let her fantasize about a beautiful future, and I even want to help her walk on the ideal road.

But I should also know that this is not a simple matter. When her grandmother couldn't win the favor of men because of her beauty, her adoptive mother appeared on the stage, and they lived on it for generations.This kind of life can make a woman selfish and vicious. When Xiuhui's adoptive mother should go downhill, Xiuhui is just in the bud!

Although there are many children from abnormal families in my class, none of them haunt me more than Xiuhui.Among the misfortunes of women, there is nothing more unsatisfactory than living by the abuse of men.For Xiuhui's future, a fire of justice in my heart is often ignited, although I never ask Xiuhui about her future.It wasn't until two years later, when Xiuhui was about to graduate, that I asked the question when I was investigating the number of people entering higher education:

"Xiuhui, are you going to enter middle school?"

"Of course, teacher."

"Your mother, no, your grandmother agreed?" I already knew that this family was ruled by the grandmother, although now it was her mother who accompanied the wine and earned the man's money.

"Grandmother said that girls nowadays should read more books."

"Ah! Really?" Of course I was happy to hear that. I thought her grandmother must have seen through this kind of life, and couldn't bear to ask her granddaughter to follow this way.This is very right, I am lucky for Xiuhui, and I am even more grateful for Taiwan's adoptive daughter system, if everyone is willing to do this.

(End of this chapter)