Samayoi

Chapter 14 Old Master Gao

On this day, from morning to afternoon, he spent all his time looking in the mirror, reading "Chinese History Textbook" and checking "Yuan Liaofan Gangjian"; the so-called "literacy in life begins with worry", and he felt a little unfair about the world. meaning.And this sense of injustice was something he had never experienced before.

First of all, I think that parents in the past really don't take their children seriously.When he was a child, he liked to climb up the mulberry tree to steal mulberry to eat, but they didn't care about it. Once he fell down the tree and knocked his head, but he didn't give him proper medical treatment. There is still a scar on the left eyebrow. A spiky scar that never fades.Although he now has exceptionally long hair, parted left and right, and combed obliquely, which can barely cover it up, but he can still see the spikes, which is considered a shortcoming. If a female student finds out, it will probably be looked down upon. .He put down the mirror and let out a sigh of resentment.

Secondly, the editor of the "Chinese History Textbook" was too unimaginable for the teachers.Although his book is different from "Liao Fan Gang Jian"

There are also some similarities, but the large paragraphs are very different, and they are so close that people don't know how to pull them together.But when he glanced at the note in the textbook, he complained about the history teacher who resigned midway, because the note said:

"From Chapter 8 "The Rise and Fall of the Eastern Jin Dynasty"."

If that person hadn't finished talking about the Three Kingdoms, his preparations would never have been so difficult.What he is most familiar with is the Three Kingdoms, such as Taoyuan's three sworn brothers, Kong Ming's borrowing arrows, Zhou Yu's three qi, Huang Zhong's decision to kill Xia Houyuan in the army, and others.In the Tang Dynasty, there were Qin Qiong who sold horses, and they were better at it. Unexpectedly, it was the Eastern Jin Dynasty.He let out another breath of resentment, and pulled "Liao Fan Gang Jian" again.

"Hey, why don't you look outside enough, why do you want to go inside again?"

A hand bent over from behind him at the same time, stroking his chin.But he didn't move, because from his voice and actions, he knew that it was Huang San, an old friend playing cards who sneaked in.Although he is his old friend, he played cards, went to theaters, drank wine, and met women together a week ago, but since he published the article "On the Obligation of All Chinese People to Organize National History" in "Dazhong Daily", it has become popular. After getting the letter of appointment from Xianliang Girls' School, I felt that this Huang San had nothing to do, and he always looked a bit inferior.So he didn't look back, and replied solemnly with a straight face:
"Don't talk nonsense! I'm preparing for homework..."

"Didn't you tell Lao Bo yourself: You want to find a teacher to do it, to see the female students?"

"Don't trust Lao Bo's bullshit!"

Huang San sat down next to his table, glanced at the table, and immediately found an open post on a big red paper between a mirror and a pile of messy books.He grabbed it and read it word by word with staring eyes:
please

Mr. Erzugao teaches four hours a week for the history teachers of our school

Sending Xiujin every hour. The Ocean Triangle is calculating the appointment according to the time.

The principal of Xianliang Girls' School, He Wanshuzhen, sincerely orders

13th Year of the Republic of China
"'Old Master Erchugao'? Who is it? You? Have you changed your name?" Huang San asked impatiently after reading it.

But Old Master Gao just smiled haughtily; he did change his name.However, Huang San only knows how to play cards, so far he has not paid attention to new knowledge and new arts.Since he didn't know that there was a great Russian writer Gorky, how could he understand the far-reaching significance of this name change?So he just smiled arrogantly and didn't answer him.

"Hey, old man, don't make such foolish things!" Huang San put down the letter of appointment and said. "We have a boys' school here, and the atmosphere is already bad enough; what kind of girls' school they want to open, I really don't know what it will be like in the future. Why bother to make trouble, it's not worth it..."

"Not necessarily. Besides, Mrs. He must invite me, and she can't refuse..." Because Huang San slandered the school, he looked at his watch that it was already 02:30, and it was only half past the class time, so he was a little angry, and then Very anxious expression.

"Okay! Let's not talk about it." Huang San was sensible, turned the sail immediately, and said, "Let's talk about serious business: we have a situation tonight. The eldest son of Mao Zifu in Maojiatun is here. Come and invite Mr. Yangzhai The one who went to see the cemetery has two hundred fans on hand. We have agreed that we will have a table in the evening, one me, one old bowl, and one is you. You must come, don't miss it. The three of us will wipe him out!"

Old Gan—Old Master Gao—groaned, but didn't speak.

"You must come, definitely! I have to talk to Lao Bo for a while. The place is still at my home. That idiot is a 'fledged fledgling', and we can definitely wipe him out! You can clear up that bamboo pattern Leave it to me!"

Old Master Gao stood up slowly, went to the head of the bed to get the box of horse cards, and handed it to him; looking at his watch, it was [-]:[-].He thought: Although Huang San is capable, but knowing that I have already become a teacher, he still came to slander the school face to face and disturb other people's preparatory homework. After all, it shouldn't be.Then he said coldly:
"Let's discuss it tonight. I have to go to class."

As he spoke, he glanced at "Liao Fan Gang Jian" bitterly, picked up the textbook, put it in a new leather bag, put on a new hat carefully, and went out with Huang San.As soon as he went out, he let go of his steps, like a drill led by a carpenter, and walked straight one by one shoulder by shoulder. After a while, Huang San couldn't even see his shadow.

As soon as Mr. Gao ran to Xianliang Girls' School, he handed over the newly printed business card to a hunchbacked old concierge.After a while, he heard a "please", so he followed the hunchback, turned two corners, and arrived at the teacher's preparation room, which can also be regarded as the living room.Principal He is not at school; he is greeted by the dean with a gray beard, the famous Wanyao Garden, aliased as "Jade Emperor Incense Case Official", who is recently writing the poem "The Collection of Immortal Remuneration" given by himself and the fairy. Published in "Dazhong Daily".

"Ah! Chu Weng! I have been waiting for a long time!" Wan Yaopu cupped his hands repeatedly, and bent his knee joints and leg joints five or six times in succession, as if he wanted to squat down.

"Ah! Yao Weng! I have seen you for a long time!" Chu Weng continued to do the same with his leather bag in his hands, and said.

They sat down, and a school boy, who seemed more than dead, brought two glasses of plain water.Old Master Gao looked at the wall clock on the opposite side, it was only [-]:[-], and it was a little short of his watch.

"Ah! Chu Weng's masterpiece, yes, that... yes, that--'On the Deontology of the Essence of China', really, you can never tire of reading it! It is really the motto of young people, motto motto! Brother I also like literature quite a bit, but it’s just for fun, how can it be compared to Chu Weng.” He cupped his hands again, and said in a low voice, “Our Shengde altar invites immortals every day, and brothers often go to sing harmony. Zu Weng can also Let the light come. That fairy is Ruizhu Fairy. Judging from her tone, she seems to be a flower god who has been relegated to the world of mortals. She loves to sing with celebrities, and she is also very supportive of the new party, like Zu Weng. A scholar, she must be very fond of it. Hahahaha!"

But Old Master Gao was not very able to make any great comments, because his preparations - the rise and fall of the Eastern Jin Dynasty - were not very sufficient at first, and some of the not-so-sufficient parts are somewhat forgotten at this moment.He was restless and distressed; out of his chaotic thoughts, many fragmented thoughts sprang up: the posture in class should be majestic; the scar on the forehead should always be covered; textbooks should be read slowly; students should be generous.

But at the same time, I still heard Yaopu talking in a daze:
"...I gave a water chestnut...'Drunk Leaning on the Blue Luan', how detached...Then Deng Xiaoweng begged five times, and then he bestowed a song of five unique...'Red Sleeves Flying the Tianhe, Mo Dao...' Fairy Ruizhu said... It's the first time for Chu Weng... This is the botanical garden of our school!"

"Oh, oh!" Erchu suddenly saw him pointing his hand up, and then he was startled from his confused thoughts. Looking with his finger, there was a small open space outside the window. There were four or five trees on the ground, and three small bungalows were directly opposite. .

"This is the lecture hall." Yaopu said without moving his fingers.

"oh oh!"

"Students are very docile. Apart from listening to lectures, they concentrate on sewing..."

"Oh!" Erchu was really embarrassed, he hoped that he would stop talking, so that he could concentrate on himself and quickly think about the rise and fall of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

"It's a pity that there are a few of them who want to learn how to write poetry, but that's not allowed. Restoration is certainly possible, but poetry is not suitable for everyone. Fairy Ruizhu also doesn't approve of women's studies, thinking that it's not natural to confuse Liangyi So happy. My brother has discussed it with her a few times..."

Er Chu jumped up suddenly, he heard the bell.

"No, no. Sit down! That's the dismissal bell."

"Yao Weng is very busy with business, you don't need to be polite..."

"No, no! Don't be busy, don't be busy! Brothers think that the revitalization of women's schools is in line with the trend of the world, but if it is not done properly, it will easily become biased, so Tiancao doesn't like it. , unbiased, in line with the mean, and as long as one takes the quintessence of the country as one's home, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. Chu Weng, you think, right? This is what Fairy Ruizhu also thought was 'not useless'. Hahahaha!"

The janitor brought two more glasses of plain water; but the bell rang again.

Yaopu asked Erchu to drink two sips of boiled water, then stood up slowly, and guided him through the botanical garden and into the lecture hall.

His heart was beating, and he stood upright beside the podium, only seeing half the room full of fluffy hair.Yao Pu took out a piece of letter paper from her lapel pocket, unfolded it, looked at it, and said to the students:
"This is Mr. Gao, Mr. Gao Erchu. He is a famous scholar. Everyone knows the famous article "On the Obligation of All Chinese People to Organize National History". "Dazhong Daily" also said that Gao The teacher is: Sudden admiration for the Russian literary giant Gao Jun Erji, because he changed the word Erchu to show his admiration. It is a blessing for me to come out of the Chinese literary world! Now, after repeated invitations from President He, he is willing to come , came here to teach history..."

Teacher Gao suddenly felt very lonely. It turned out that Yao Weng had disappeared, and only he was standing by the podium.He had no choice but to step up to the podium, saluted, calmed down, and remembered that his attitude should be dignified, so he slowly opened the book and began to talk about "The Rise and Fall of the Eastern Jin Dynasty".

"Hee hee!" Someone seemed to snicker there.

Old Master Gao's face suddenly became hot, and he was busy reading the book. He had a good conversation with him, and it was indeed printed on it: "Pian'an in the Eastern Jin Dynasty".On the opposite side of Shunao, there is still half of the room with fluffy hair, and there is no other movement.He guessed it was his own suspicion, but in fact no one laughed; so he gathered himself together, stared at the book, and continued slowly.At the beginning, it was my ears that heard what my mouth was saying, but gradually I became confused, so that I no longer knew what to say, and when I played "Shi Le's Ambition", I just giggled and giggled. the voice.

He couldn't help but look down the podium, the situation was very different from before: half the room was full of eyes, and there were many small equilateral triangles with two nostrils growing in each triangle. The sea, shining brightly, was facing his eyes.But when he caught a glimpse, it suddenly flashed again, changing half of the fluffy hair in the room.

He quickly retracted his gaze, and didn't dare to leave the textbook any longer. When he had to, he raised his eyes to look at the roof.The roof was white cement that turned yellow, and there was a perfect circular ridge line in the center; but this circle became vivid again, expanding suddenly and shrinking suddenly, which made his eyes a little dizzy.He predicted that if he lowered his eyes, he would inevitably encounter the terrifying sea of ​​eyes and nostrils again, so he had to go back to the book again. It was already the "Battle of Feishui" and Fu Jian was about to be terrified that "the grass and trees were all soldiers". .

He always suspected that many people were secretly laughing, but he continued to talk, since he had been talking for a long time, and the bell hadn't rang yet, so it was forbidden to look at his watch, for fear that the students would underestimate him; but after talking for a while, he came to " The prosperity of the Tuoba Clan", followed by the "Table of the Rise and Fall of the Six Kingdoms", he thought that it might not be mentioned today, and he was not prepared.

He himself felt that the lecture had come to an abrupt end.

"Today is the first day, so that's it..." After being confused for a while, he said intermittently, nodding his head, stepped off the podium, and left the classroom door.

"Hee hee hee!"

He seemed to hear many people laughing behind him, and seemed to see the laughter coming out of the sea of ​​deep nostrils.In a daze, he stepped into the botanical garden and strode towards the teacher's preparation room opposite.

He was so taken aback that even the "Chinese History Textbook" fell to the ground because of a sudden blow to the head.He took two steps back, and when he looked intently, he saw a slanted branch lying in front of him, and the leaves trembled slightly after being hit by his head.He hurriedly bent down to pick up the book. There was a wooden sign next to the book, which read: Sang Sangke.

He seemed to hear many people laughing behind him, and seemed to see the laughter coming out of the sea of ​​deep nostrils.So I was embarrassed to touch the already painful skin on my head, so I just ran into the teacher's preparation room wholeheartedly.

Inside, the two cups filled with boiled water were still there, but the school guard, who seemed to be dead but not dead, was gone, and Yao Weng was also gone.

Everything was dim except for his new bag and hat that shone through the gloom.Looking at the wall clock on the wall, it was only three forty.

After Mrs. Gao returned to his room for a long time, sometimes his whole body suddenly felt hot; and he became angry for no reason; finally he felt that the school was indeed going to be a mess, it would be better to close it, especially the girls' school, what's the point? , I just like vanity!
"Whee!"

He also heard faint laughter.This made him even more angry and made him more determined to resign.In the evening, I wrote to President He, just saying that I had foot disease.But what if you come to stay? — nor go.The women's school really didn't know what kind of trouble was going to happen, so why did I bother to join them?Can't do it.he thinks.

So he resolutely removed "Liao Fan Gang Jian", pushed the mirror aside, and closed the letter of appointment.Just as I was about to sit down, I felt that the letter of appointment was really popular, so I grabbed it and stuffed it in the drawer together with the "Chinese History Textbook".

Everything has probably been folded, and there is only one mirror left on the table, and the vision is much clearer.However, he was not comfortable, as if half of his soul was missing, but he realized it immediately, put on his red knotted autumn hat, and went to Huang San's house.

"Here we come, old master Erzugao!" Lao Bo said loudly.

"Shit!" He frowned, slapped Lao Bo on the top of the head, and said.

"Have you taught it? How about it? How many outstanding ones are there?" Huang San asked enthusiastically.

"I have no intention of continuing to teach. I really don't know what the girls' school is going to be like. I'm a decent person, and I really can't afford to be together..."

The eldest son of the Mao family came in, fat as a glutinous rice ball.

"Ah! I have been waiting for a long time!" All the hands in the room were arched, and the knee joints and leg joints were bent one after another, as if they were about to squat down.

"This one is the Brother Gao Ganting mentioned earlier." Lao Bo pointed to Old Master Gao and said to the eldest son of the Mao family.

"Oh! I have admired him for a long time!" The eldest son of the Mao family especially bowed his hands to him and nodded.

A slanted square table had been placed on the left side of the room. Huang San greeted the guests while arranging seats and chips with a little crow's head.Not long after, a thin foreign candle was lit on the corner of each table, and the four of them took their seats.

All was silent.Only the sound of the knocked dominoes hitting the red sandalwood tabletop resounded clearly in the silence of the early night.

Old Master Gao's playing style is not bad, but he still has some grievances.He used to be easy to forget everything, but this time, he always felt that the world was a little bit worrying; although the chips in front of him gradually increased, it still didn't quite make him comfortable and optimistic.But time has changed, and Shifeng finally felt better; but it was very late, and he was already finishing the second lap, and it was almost time for him to be "all in one color".

(End of this chapter)