Pain is the best teacher of youth

Chapter 16 Detours of youth, you have to walk by yourself (2)
Love from loved ones in every meal
It has been six years since junior high school, and now I am about to graduate from university.But every time I think back to the days when I was in junior high school, a figure always flashes in my mind—Lin Bai, my deskmate, a tall, thin, pale, honest, and not good at talking boy.

His home is in a remote suburb, a poor area.Because he was too far away from home, he didn't go back at noon.There is a cafeteria in the school, but no one has seen him go in.His lunch is very simple: a steamed bun that doesn't look too white, a thin salty cucumber, and a glass of cold boiled water.The menu is the same almost every day and never changes.

In winter, students who bring meals are used to putting their lunch boxes on the radiator in the classroom after the bell rings after the third period, so that the meals will be warm when the get out of class is over at noon.The same is true for Lin Bai, but he doesn't have a lunch box, so he spreads a piece of white paper on the radiator every day, and puts that unattractive steamed bun on it.

The most difficult thing was summer, the weather was too hot, and he was afraid that the steamed buns would go bad, so every day when he got to the classroom, he quickly opened the gauze wrapping the steamed buns and put them on the desk.Once covered, he will be hungry all day.

In junior high school, most of the children in the class were twelve or thirteen years old, which was the time of rebellion.There are four troublesome boys in the class. Their academic performance is not good.Although everyone doesn't like them very much, there is really nothing to do with this kind of habitual vexatious people.

One morning, as soon as Lin Bai entered the classroom, bits of chalk flew over from all directions and hit him on the head and body.I thought Lin Bai would yell angrily and fight with them.But the strange thing is, Lin Bai acted as if nothing had happened, calmly shook the chalk dust on his clothes, went straight to his seat, and took out his book.

The next day, the situation remained the same.Lin Bai's performance was still as calm as water.

As my deskmate, I naturally couldn't see it, and said to Lin Bai: "Why don't you resist and let them do this? You can tell the teacher." He said lightly: "I don't have time to talk to them , I came here to study." Although his tone was very steady when he spoke, I always felt that he was faking it, it was just an excuse, he was just afraid of those classmates, and he was too embarrassed to admit his cowardice.

Sometimes, things are like this: for those who deliberately provoke trouble, the more you pay attention to him, the more serious he will be; if you treat him as air and ignore him, he will find it meaningless.After playing the trick of throwing chalk ends for a few days, a few naughty boys thought it was boring, so they stopped throwing them.However, Lin Bai was not punished, and seeing his anxious and angry appearance, they still refused to let it go.But, this time, they played with "fire".

After class that day, just as Lin Bai put the steamed buns on the radiator, Qiangzi, the number one mischievous man in the get out of class, snatched the steamed buns.Then, he took the mantou as a ball and kicked it to the back of the classroom, and a boy behind him kicked the mantou back.They kicked and laughed, and looked at Lin Bai with provocative eyes.I saw Lin Bai's face was red at first, then turned livid, and finally turned purple.He stood up suddenly, clenched his fists, trembling all over, his eyes widened.

Suddenly, he slapped the table vigorously: "Don't bully people too much!" Qiangzi and the others didn't take Lin Bai's reaction seriously at all, and they still looked indifferent, enjoying themselves.Lin Bai walked up to Qiangzi and said harshly: "You can tease me, but please respect my steamed buns." Qiangzi took a step forward, and several other followers of his followed, and the classroom There was a strong smell of gunpowder in the room, and no one onlookers dared to say anything.

Lin Bai pointed at Qiangzi and said word by word: "You bully me, I don't care, sooner or later you will know that bullying and teasing others is not a real skill. But today I want to tell you, please respect me That's my lunch!" Qiangzi and the others no longer smiled or moved, but just looked at Lin Bai dully.They really didn't expect that Lin Bai, who started the fire, didn't fight with them, but said such words.

The class bell rang, and the matter came to an end for the time being.After returning to his seat, Lin Bai sat quietly for a long time without moving.It just so happened that the fourth class was self-study. I tugged Lin Bai's sleeve lightly and asked him, "Are you okay?" He shook his head, and after a while he said to me, "My dad has been ill in bed for many years. It’s hard to rely on my mother to do all the hard work at home. Originally, I should live on campus and go to the cafeteria to eat, but my family didn’t have the conditions. Now, I’m the only one in the whole family who can eat steamed buns. My younger sister, who is [-] years old, can only watch helplessly. Every night, my mother uses a small pot to steam a steamed bun on the stove, and only one steamed bun can be steamed at a time. This way, a bag of flour can just last me a semester’s worth of meals... "When he said this, his head was lowered, and I could feel that he was holding back tears.

After class, the classmates left one after another.I saw Lin Bai go to the back of the classroom, pick up the steamed bun that had been kicked dirty, and tear off the skin bit by bit with his hands, big drops of tears fell on the steamed bun.At that moment, tears flowed down my cheeks.

I ran out of the classroom, saw Qiangzi in the corridor, and told him the situation of Lin Bai's family in a righteous manner.Qiangzi, who has always been arrogant and unreasonable, is beyond ordinary honesty.After I finished speaking, I left angrily.Later, I heard from my classmates that Qiangzi went to the cafeteria at noon to buy four taels of rice and two vegetables, and put them on Lin Bai's table.Anyway, since that day, Qiangzi and others never bullied Lin Bai again.

As for me, after witnessing this, I stopped imposing my opinion on everyone around me, and stopped picking on every meal my family made for me.Because I understand that everyone has self-esteem and persistence, and every meal has the infinite love and care of relatives.

It is not good to humble oneself and respect others, and it is not good to respect oneself and humble others. /Educator Xu Teli
The perception of the first part-time job
Everyone has many unforgettable firsts, the first time they went to school, the first speech, and the first love.In my memory, the most impressive thing is the first part-time job.

In the summer of the college entrance examination, I looked forward to it from June to August, but I never got my admission letter.I was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, restless and irritable.It just so happened that my eldest brother who was working outside came home to visit relatives and asked me if I would like to go outside to earn some money and relax by the way?In fact, I couldn't stay at home for a long time, and my mind was full of the admission notice from morning to night, which tortured me to the point of collapse.Seeing me like this, my parents were also worried that something might go wrong, so they were naturally willing to let me go out of the house with my brother to have a look outside.

A few days later, I went to the coach station with my brother.On the way, my brother told me that there was a steamed stuffed bun shop called “Haozailai” near their work unit, and the owner’s cousin was his college roommate, so I could work in that shop.

In this way, I came to the "Hao Zai Lai" steamed stuffed bun shop and started my "part-time job".There, I met A Ming, Xiao Jiang and others who were about my age.On the first day, my main task was to get familiar with the environment; on the second day, I was officially at work, and my main task was to learn the craft.

I really don’t know how to learn. I thought making buns was very simple, but I didn’t expect that it would require so many complicated processes: kneading dough, rolling dough, digging stuffing, pinching... Although the process is similar to the cooking process at home , but here is an assembly line operation, the connection must be just right, neither fast nor slow, otherwise the whole process will be messed up.

Let's start with learning and face-to-face!I picked up a jar of water and poured it into the basin, and then grabbed two handfuls of noodles and put them in, but the basin became a thin batter.Unfortunately, the boss just came in at this time, and he had a panoramic view of this episode. He frowned and said, "What's the matter with you?" When I was growing up, my parents pampered me like a baby, and I rarely heard such reprimands.My emotions suddenly fell to the bottom, and I was busy there silently, without saying a word, full of grievances.

Workmate A Ming naturally saw what was on my mind. He is an optimistic and straightforward person, and he is always joking and laughing on weekdays.Seeing that I was silent, he said with concern: "Xiaotao, we are about the same age. I want to tell you that when you go out, you have to learn to take care of yourself, and you have to be prepared to suffer and be angry. Last winter, my parents drove The farm vehicle was transporting green onions, but there was a car accident, and they all left... I came here from Inner Mongolia alone. I started as a small laborer on a construction site, and my hands were covered with calluses. I also felt bitter, but with whom What do you say? I can only endure it. I only came here to work last month, so I am lucky. Surviving in society is not like living at home. There are too many difficulties waiting for you to overcome! Treat it as a kind of exercise, and you won't be so depressed!"

I really didn't expect this optimistic Amin to have such an experience.Compared with him, what is my little grievance?I squeezed a smile at him and said "thank you", feeling very warm in my heart.I swear, I must stick to it.

During the rest time, everyone else went back to the dormitory to lie down, and I was alone in the back kitchen practicing rolling dough and kneading pleats.After three days, I had mastered the full set of techniques, and the boss was quite satisfied.I went about my job with such confidence that I completely forgot about my acceptance letter.

After spending 15 boring and tiring days here, my brother told me that my admission notice had been sent home.When I left, the boss gave me a salary of 200 yuan.Somehow, when I carried the 200 yuan in my pocket, it was much heavier than before.I think it's probably because it's my hard-earned money, and I also deeply understand the feeling that spending money is easy and earning money is difficult.

In the short but long half a month, I have benefited a lot.This is the starting point for me to step into the society, and it is also a small beginning of my youthful struggle career.From then on, my small boat of life will sail from a warm harbor to a rough sea, usher in more wind and rain, and accept more difficult challenges.

I don't care whether this matter has an ending or not, the process is the ending, let me go to it to my heart's content, all consequences are growth experiences, let me go. /Taiwanese female writer Sanmao

It turns out that the "bad boy" is not easy to be
When you are young, it seems that everyone has a rebellious seed sprouting in their hearts.My rebellious youth came when I was 17 years old.

I have always been an obedient girl in the eyes of others: I have good academic performance, I have served as the class monitor from elementary school to junior high school, and I have won the certificate of three good students every year.However, one day, I suddenly got tired of this kind of life and began to envy those "bad kids". In the rainy season at the age of 17, why can't I take a leisurely walk?Great age, why can't I live every day without restraint?Instigated by a rebellious heart, a "premeditated" plan began.

In the past, on the way to and from school, I always listened to the English on the radio station. Now I have turned off the radio station and replaced it with the English songs of "Westlife Boys".In the past, I wore a fat school uniform and a ponytail every day. Now I put on jeans and a plaid shirt, and started to adopt a simple and elegant European and American style.When I walked into the classroom, I deliberately didn't take off the earphones. Although the volume had already made me dizzy, I liked this chic and casual feeling.

(End of this chapter)