Thank you for making me who I like

Chapter 11 You Taught Me to Hold the Crown Calmly and Firmly (1)
peter pan's calla lily blooms

Aphrodite

It was a hot day, and I reluctantly reported to my new school in a new shirt.That shirt was so awkward that I couldn't describe it. It was wide, big, tacky in color, and odd in shape, which made me even more ashamed.

I walked into the classroom, which caused a burst of laughter.It turned out that there was a green leaf on the back of my head.My tablemate, Jiang Zi in a Korean dress, said cautiously: "Cocklebur, you have a strange smell..." I blushed, "Maybe it's mothballs." I said it calmly, but The heart is so empty that it panics.In fact, that is the smell of the vegetable garden.

I have low self-esteem, and I almost sadly think that in the next three years, I will either become vain, try my best to wear beautiful clothes and refuse to help in the vegetable field, so as to make myself look pampered; or I will have a sense of inferiority Walking with head down and talking in a low voice, let this beautiful time turn into dusty porcelain, dim and dull.

I was also very nervous when filling out the registration form for new students. In the column of parents’ occupation, other students filled in doctor, professor, and lawyer, but I could only fill in the field of vegetable farmer.I'm not ashamed of my parents' careers, just how strong the self-esteem of youth is.

But I have a new discovery.

There was a boy who was born in the same year, the same month and the same day as me, and he was a Scorpio. I remember him, Peter Pan.Peter Pan is not actually called Peter Pan, but his cycling speed and temperament are comparable to those of Peter Pan.I like to call him that in my heart, only in my heart, because Peter Pan is such a good boy.

At an intersection that misty morning, I crashed into Peter Pan's bike.I wasn't hurt, but I was embarrassed.My old white cotton skirt has turned yellow, the hem of the skirt is also wrinkled, and my body still smells of mud.I hurriedly said: "I'm fine, I'm fine..." I stood up and was about to run.But he stopped me: "Cocklebur, I'll drive you to school!"

On the way, he said: "Your temperament is like a calla lily, neither humble nor overbearing, calm and in full bloom in a low-key manner." At that time, I was quietly stroking the folds on the skirt, nervous, happy, but flustered with inferiority.

Unexpectedly, his words were like a ray of sunshine, piercing through the thick clouds, making me suddenly enlightened.I began to smile, and decided that from now on, the low self-esteem student Xanthium, a small vegetable farmer, will become the girl that Peter Pan admires, neither humble nor overbearing, calm and composed.

Peter Pan is a humorous and popular boy, so on his birthday, he received tables and drawers of gifts and cards.Finally, he took out a notebook with a high profile and asked the whole class to write blessings to him.

I don't mind people ignoring that it's also my birthday, I just wanted to leave a special, calla lily wish in Peter Pan's book.I thought about a class for a long time, and finally wrote it in a strange way: "Classmate Qia is a young man, in his prime of life; he is full of book business, and scolds Fang Qiu. Pointing to the country, stimulating the writing, the dung is like a thousand households in the past."

When school was over, the sister of the florist appeared at the door of the classroom with a smile holding a bouquet of calla lilies.She said: "Someone asked me to send this bouquet of flowers to Xanthium and wish her a happy birthday." The bouquet of calla lilies, white flowers exuding a faint fragrance, contained a small pink card with a neat line of lowercase letters— —The flower language of calla lily: I am not the most beautiful flower, but I also want to bloom happily.Not signed, but I hope and believe, the calla lilies, were sent by Peter Pan.I quietly turned my head to look at Peter Pan, and his eyes looked over at me, warm and smiling, but only briefly.

This bouquet of calla lilies makes me so happy I don't know where to put them.In the end, I stuck them in the soil, and I prayed that they would take root and sprout and bloom undefeated year after year.But they still withered.I cut off the withered flowers, put them in a small cloth bag, and hung them under the window. Whenever the wind blows, I imagine that I can smell their fragrance.

After the birthday, winter comes, and then spring comes.Peter Pan is still high-spirited, back and forth in my sight every day.I am familiar with the color of his coat and his expression, and I, still helping my parents pull weeds and pick vegetables in the vegetable field, still have the smell of mud and dew on my body, at the intersection where I met Peter Pan by chance hovering.Jiang Zi no longer made a fuss about the smell on my body, and sometimes I would tell her: "Maybe I picked the dishes you ate today." When I said these things, I didn't feel embarrassed at all. .

On my birthday, the elder sister of the florist sent a bouquet of calla lilies, which were as white and beautiful as last year. I kept them in glass bottles in clear water.The green flower stems move quietly in the clear water, and the flowers are beautiful.

By the time my third birthday approached, I had grown nearly 7cm and learned to grow vegetables.I planted cucumbers and tomatoes and when they are in season I am giving them to Peter Pan for his 15th birthday.I believe that every year on this day, we all keep the same little secret, but we still haven't said "Happy Birthday" to each other in person.In fact, we didn't meet more than 10 times at the intersection, and he never hit me again, and I never had an excuse to rub his car.

When we met, we just smiled faintly, but with that smile, I was already very happy.

That morning, I picked two cucumbers and two large red tomatoes, and they were dewy.

I packed them into bamboo baskets and covered them with a few pumpkin leaves.I'm not going to hide it anymore, I decided to graciously send it to Peter Pan and wish him a happy birthday.

At this time, I am fearless even if I go to school with a Chinese cabbage on my back.But when I held this basket, I still hesitated and struggled all morning. Finally, during the exercise between classes, I stuffed the basket under Peter Pan's desk.

I firmly thought that the sister of the florist would send a bouquet of calla lilies in full bloom as in previous years, but to my surprise, she actually sent two bouquets.One remains anonymous, and the other bears the name of Peter Pan.I was very surprised: Is this anonymous one the one who sent flowers two years ago?So this is the first time Peter Pan has sent me flowers?However, after being surprised, I quickly calmed down and convinced myself that the calla lilies in the past two years were sent by Peter Pan, but now, he finally dared to sign his name on it.

So that day, I was like a star, holding two bouquets of calla lilies.

My old skirt still has uneven folds, and my hand holding the flower still has the vegetable juice that can't be washed clean.

Later, I found a post in the alumni record.The man said that he once met a girl who looked like a calla lily, who was born in the same year, the same month, and the same day as him.Every year on her birthday, he gave her a bouquet of calla lilies.On her 15th birthday, he actually gave her two bundles, one signed and the other not.why?Maybe it's the strange psychology of youth at work.

So I replied to him later: Peter Pan, thank you for your calla lily, it made me a girl who is neither humble nor overbearing, calm and composed.Those calla lilies are more precious than beautiful skirts and exquisite accessories.They are like a soft silk scarf, wiping away my low self-esteem, my gray face, and allowing my youthful radiance to show.

weeds in youth
Kim Belle

When Lu Xiaojia came out of the classroom, no one noticed her strangeness.

With her head down, she rushed to the playground in a hurry, surrounded by Teacher Ji's voice: "I've read your paper three times, and I can't believe you got a zero!"

Teacher Ji emphasized "three times" and "zero points", and Lu Xiaojia's ears were filled with these two words.The paper was in the schoolbag, like a bomb, ready to blow her to pieces at any time.

She stood on the playground with tears streaming down her cheeks.A group of boys rushed over from a distance, and the first to arrive was a football.Lu Xiaojia turned around, and the long shadow kissed the football.

A boy shouted: "Beauty, help me!" Lu Xiaojia wiped her face in a panic, and a big boy was already standing in front of her.Lu Xiaojia didn't look at the man, and hurried forward, but couldn't see the way clearly, and bumped into the railing.Lu Xiaojia's tears came out to rebel again, she simply sat down and let the tears flood into a river.

The boy kicked the ball back, took out a tissue and handed it to her. Lu Xiaojia wiped away tears, but wiped more and more.The boy sat beside her without speaking.After a long time, Lu Xiaojia's tears stopped flowing, and she said, "Thank you!" He didn't ask her why she was crying, but just quietly stayed by her side.

In the evening, Lu Xiaojia sat at the desk and took out the examination paper.Looking at every question, I feel hideous.She didn't know what the answers behind those questions were, and she panicked, was she really stupid to death?
The next day, Lu Xiaojia ate breakfast and went out with her schoolbag on her back.Seeing the trash can, I took out the paper from my schoolbag, tore it up a little bit, and threw it in.She walked and walked along the road to the school.There is only one class in the huge campus, and she is sitting on the edge of the playground on the campus. The clouds in the sky are so high, quiet and leisurely.

Someone was sitting next to her, it was the boy.Lu Xiaojia asked, "Why didn't you go to class?" He put his finger to his lips and said, "How about I treat you to ice cream?" After speaking, he took out the ice cream from behind like a magic trick.Lu Xiaojia took the first bite of ice cream and asked, "Why do people have to learn mathematics?" She took a second bite and said, "I really want to go wandering."

The boy tilted his head and said, "You must be the reincarnation of Sanmao!" The boy began to talk about himself, his grades were not good, he ran away from home, and was almost arrested and sent to a black brick kiln.Thanks to his cleverness, he jumped off the truck... He said: "I figured it out now. You don't have to force yourself to study, just do your best!"

Lu Xiaojia curled her lips: "Your mother won't force you?"

"Of course I'm forced, but I asked her if she wants a son or a reading machine? If she wants a reading machine, just treat the computer as her son!"

Lu Xiaojia laughed, let out a long sigh, and said, "I ate zero eggs in the Mathematical Olympiad test!"

The boy laughed.Then he said, "Did you cry because of that that day? When I was in school, I never passed Chinese, and then..."

"What happened after that?"

"Later I will!"

When the class bell rang again, Lu Xiaojia was sitting in the classroom. She lied to the teacher and said that she had gone to the hospital to see her grandma.In fact, Lu Xiaojia's grandmother passed away a year ago.It was from then on that Lu Xiaojia liked to stand alone on the playground.At that time, thoughts flooded in like water, and grandma would smile and persuade Xiaojia not to be so strong, and just do her best.Xiaojia knows that only grandma understands her best in this world.

She no longer forced herself to delve into Olympiad problems.When I took the exam again, I didn't feel so scared and flustered when facing the paper, and I actually got a few questions right.

Teacher Ji looked at Lu Xiaojia kindly again.

Lu Xiaojia still likes to stand alone on the playground.Only, the boys no longer appear.

One day, Lu Xiaojia stopped a boy playing football and asked if he had seen a boy who was tall and had dimples when he laughed.The boy said, "Oh, Teacher Ji's son, Qin Mo, he finished his internship and returned to Tsinghua University!"

Lu Xiaojia remembered that Teacher Ji had mentioned her son.He ran away from home, and was later admitted to the Department of Mathematics of Tsinghua University.She looked up at the distant sky, and remembered the last time they met, the boy said: "Your life is your own, no one can control it for you, except yourself!"

Everyone's youth has grown weeds, don't deny the meaning of life just because of those weeds.Grit your teeth and get through, the good scenery is ahead.

Painting Lang Senior
Mo Xiali

The sky was slightly bright, and a beam of soft warm light shone on Chu Xiao's face, making people feel that he seemed to be the son of the sun, full of hope.But who would have thought that such a beautiful boy is just an art student who faces plaster portraits all day long, a two-dimensional otaku who sleeps until he wakes up naturally, a self-confessed lack of talent and wants to live on his own Suicide boy.

"Senior! Wake up! Didn't you mean to go to the manga exhibition!" Xue Nan on the upper bunk threw the pillow at Yu Chuxiao who was sleeping deeply, and was thrown back in the next second, hitting Xue Nan's face. "Brother relies on his face to eat..." Xue Nan obviously forgot that Yu Chuxiao is angry about getting up, who dares to disturb his sleep time?

"You should thank him for not smashing bricks." The boy on the lower bunk opposite woke up at some point and kindly reminded Xue Nan.

"Ah—" Yu Chuxiao finally got up yawning, obviously he didn't remember hitting Xue Nan with a pillow just now.

The comic exhibition was crowded with people, and various cosplayers from various associations were shuttling. In less than half an hour, Xue Nan was already complaining. "Hey, senior, the live painting competition has started!" Xue Nan urged Yu Chuxiao when he saw the crowd rushing towards the center stage.Yu Chuxiao was pushed left and right by the crowd, and was accidentally pushed next to a contestant. It was a young man, a young man with an unattractive appearance but brilliant writing.He is painting the girl in ancient costume on the far right, outlining the girl's willow waist and cumbersome Hanfu stroke by stroke. The painting gradually completed fascinates Yu Chuxiao.He decided that this young man must be the best in the industry.Thinking of this, Yu Chuxiao couldn't help but look sad.For a moment when Yu Chuxiao was stunned, the young man who was drawing brilliantly looked up at Yu Chuxiao, scanned the student card on his chest, and continued to draw with his head down.

With 10 minutes left until the end, the boy thought it was not vivid enough, so he drew two lively birds on the oil paper umbrella, and added a winding stone road at the girl's feet, with small flowers slowly blooming beside the road.Yu Chuxiao couldn't think of any words to describe this painting. If he could have such painting skills, he would already be proud of the crowd.

At the end of the competition, the host took out a few paintings and showed them to the onlookers. Yu Chuxiao finally saw the painting he was looking forward to, which was beyond words. "The author of this painting is a player with great potential, but he didn't sign it, and only left a sentence: Chuxiao, the beginning and new life of a dream!"

That message was deeply engraved in Yu Chuxiao's mind: Chuxiao, isn't it my name?Did you tell me?Yu Chuxiao reacted quickly and frantically looked for the boy in the arena, but the boy disappeared like a flash in the pan.Yu Chuxiao was alone among the crowd.Because of that sentence, he finally understood what he should do and what was always in his heart.That sentence was given to him by that young man, wishing him bravely to realize his dream.

What he is walking now is a road leading to his dream, right?So far, so bright.

Since graduating, Yu Chuxiao has traveled all over the world, dreaming of Canada, the country of cherry blossoms in Japan, the Norwegian Sea in Northern Europe, the water city of Venice, Iceland with pleasant seasons, and Greenland with cold all year round... Finally, I saw different beauties and different worlds.Before the end of the journey, I came to this small town to take a rest after going to West Lake.

A tall figure blocked the store door, Yu Chuxiao raised his eyes.The person who came was a man of Yu Chuxiao's age, carrying a travel bag, and his young face was stained with wind and frost.The memory about the university seems to be like a scattered jigsaw puzzle, and the memory fragments are slowly being put together again, returning to its original place, and spelling out the outline of a teenager.

"Excuse me, are you a graduate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts?" Yu Chuxiao couldn't help but wonder, even though he got an extremely disappointed answer. "Yes, have we met? Or are you a junior in my class?"

"Then are you Xue Feng's senior?" As long as the answer is yes, the dust has been settled for so many years. Yu Chuxiao not only wants to find him, but also proves himself.I am still walking stubbornly, the road called dream.

"I am, have we met?" The young man's puzzled expression and apologetic smile made Yu Chuxiao feel sad. "No, we haven't met, I just heard your name from a friend." Yu Chuxiao chose to give up. Now that we meet, name is not important.As a passerby in life, who can brand his name and exist in the life of the other party.

The days to come will be bitter and tiring, but since I have persisted in my original dream, I will keep going for the blessing and encouragement at the beginning until I grow into a warrior full of courage and strength.

dear child

Langege

On MSN, girls start talking about their relationship when they meet girls.A friend in the UK found an article "Giving up is also a kind of beauty" from some female website, and passed it to me like a baby. I laughed and said: You little child.She asked: why?I answer: because you are still so dependent on love.

She sent me some photos, saying they were taken back in Shanghai.The background is a large open space. She is standing on a balance beam, holding a sea-blue skirt with her hands, her eyes are clear, and the curves of her cheeks and neck are stubborn and beautiful.I remembered that song, Su Rui's "Dear Child" that I heard a long time ago.

A friend sent me a set of slides of classic wedding dresses, and I happily forwarded them to my good friends with a sentence: "Whoever of you is getting married, you must let me be a bridesmaid."

Someone wrote back immediately: "Who of you is getting married, don't forget to order me that pink bridesmaid dress."

A third replied: "You silly kids, you should aspire to be brides not bridesmaids."

A fourth responds: "Aim to wear bridal attire instead of bridesmaid attire."

A fifth person replied: "Aim to wear maternity clothes instead of ladylike clothes."

I really dare not laugh out loud in the office, but these silly kids earn money every day looking at the face of the boss, and they have to go to study after get off work, and some people have to take care of their elderly parents. .

One sister said that she called her sweetheart "little brother" because they had the same childishness, as if they had been in the same kindergarten.When I meet friends I like, I always like to call them "dear children", because we also have the same childishness, like being in the same kindergarten.

This world is precarious and full of good and evil miracles. However, after walking so far, they are still diligent, brave, still stubbornly believing, and still so naive.

If you have to get up early every day and squeeze the bus with a lot of people, you have to be busy at the beginning and end of the month, eat a simple lunch, and doze off in the afternoon if you don’t drink coffee... But you still have black and shiny hair every day , clean clothes, and smiling sweetly at everyone in the elevator.You are, dear child.

(End of this chapter)