Thank you for making me who I like

Chapter 17 Facing life gracefully and brightly is because of you (2)
“Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes”

In the third grade of elementary school, I picked up the frying spoon for the first time. Under the guidance of my mother, I made the first dish in my life-scrambled eggs with tomatoes.I close my eyes and enjoy the aroma rising from my nose.I tasted it, and the taste is not bad. The color is red, yellow and yellow, which is very beautiful, and it can be said to be full of color, fragrance and taste.Unfortunately, instead of chasing after the victory and committing to breaking new ground at the dinner table, I stopped there contentedly.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes is the only dish I am good at, and it can be called the savior of lazy and stupid people.During the long years of living alone, I made it to myself at least 100 times, and I ate it silently by myself.It soothes not only the empty stomach, but also the wandering heart.There is a group on Douban.com called "Tomato Scrambled Egg Party", which is very popular. I didn't expect there are so many like-minded people in the world.Someone summed up the spirit of this dish: simple - anyone can make it; complete - meat and vegetables, complete nutrition, one dish can satisfy a meal; convenient - the preparation of raw materials is effortless, only less than Scrambled eggs are an extra step to wash the tomatoes; frugality - there is nothing inedible or inconvenient to eat in the whole dish, there is no bleak oily soup at the end of the boiled fish, and there is no pile of mess left after the champion trotter eats the trotter side dishes.The scrambled eggs with tomatoes are all finished, and the remaining soup can be used by the brat to lick the plate.

The characteristic of most "tomato scrambled egg party" party members is "I can only cook this dish". Under the instigation of vanity, it is necessary to make this dish extraordinary, even exclusive.Tomato scrambled eggs are simple, but never boring, and there are many variations in it.According to different procedures, it can be divided into "egg pie first" and "egg pie later"; according to different ingredients, it can be divided into "sugar pie" and "sugar-free pie"; according to different tastes, it can be divided into "dry pot pie" With "drinking soup pie".Like me, it belongs to the "Houdan Sugar Free Soup Pie".Although everyone has different views, they can respect each other's taste and live in harmony. No one claims to be famous and authentic.This is the cuteness of "Tomato Scrambled Egg Party".

As for why I chose "Houdan Sugar-Free Soup Pie", there is no other reason, because this is my mother's usual practice.After eating it for so many years, the loyalty to this taste has become so deep that I don't think about it at all.For me, the most valuable "spirit" of scrambled eggs with tomatoes is the taste of my mother inside.

After being far away from my mother's love, I can't help but miss her cooking skills, but no matter how hard I try to cook other dishes, I can't make that kind of ecstasy taste.Only scrambled eggs with tomatoes are exactly the same as what my mother made in the past. Chewing them together with nostalgia and swallowing them in the stomach will give birth to some gentle strength in my heart.

Miss Typhoon, the interviewer of my youth
桑宁
Miss Typhoon is not called "Morakot", not "Sangmei", but "Chen Feifei".She wears white-rimmed glasses, pink eye makeup, and long hair that feels great about herself.My mother said that this is a new tutor with excellent grades that she has worked hard to find.

However, a college student who is about to graduate regards tutoring me as her first job in life. What kind of spirit is this?Alas, this is obviously a nerve.

On a good weekend, I took refuge at Lin Mengyu's house, pretending to have amnesia.The mother in the room above the fire sent text messages one after another.

"Xiaokui, where are you? It's almost time for remedial classes."

"Xiao Kui, don't deliberately not answer the phone."

"Xiang Xiaokui, your mother called you home for dinner. If you don't call back within 10 minutes, I guarantee that this sentence will appear on Tianya, Maopu, Xici, Sohu, and Netease. ——The new tutor waiting for you, Chen Feifei .”

Despicable, shameless, hateful... After I cursed a long list of vicious adjectives, I had to call my mother in depression.

Chen Feifei's first class was accompanied by her mother.She took out a blank sheet of paper from her schoolbag and said, "Xiaokui, before you start studying, I want you to write down your strengths."

In fact, I have quite a lot of advantages, at least I am kind, pretty, helpful, and occasionally diligent.Besides learning a little...

Chen Feifei suddenly blocked my pen and said, "Pay attention, what I asked you to write is the advantages, not the disadvantages." Such a legitimate praise of myself made me blush.I am very satisfied with this day's class.

Before Miss Typhoon left, she did a rather weird thing. She posted the merits I wrote on the dressing mirror.My mother protested seriously: "Mr. Chen, this is not good, Xiao Kui is going to be so beautiful."

Chen Feifei unhurriedly took out the "Complete Interview" from her schoolbag. The first golden rule of emotional intelligence in it reads: "Look at your own strengths, and you will urge yourself to be better; always look at your shortcomings, and you will be better." It will break the jar."

This afternoon, Chen Feifei took me to the aquarium.It turned out that she was not only my tutor, but also a volunteer here.I said, "You're so good, you're almost graduating and you're not in a hurry to find a job?"

"How come?" Chen Feifei opened the backpack and I saw the "Interview Encyclopedia" again.Chen Feifei turned to a certain page, a certain chapter, a certain interview element and said: "Look, it's so good. When you encounter a job you like, don't show excessive enthusiasm."

"Isn't this too scheming?"

Chen Feifei closed the book and said: "This is a strategy and a mentality. Just like me, I need to focus on finding a job, but I can't forget my favorite aquarium. In fact, there are many interesting and meaningful things in life, so why limit yourself Get up?" Chen Feifei looked at me seriously, eyes reflecting the sea water, as if there was something in her words.

The dreaded "signing agency door" event finally broke out.The teachers of the whole school organized a large-scale investigation of the test papers signed by the proxy. Unfortunately, three of my math papers were hit by the "proxy".

Math teacher Zhao Dazhi is notoriously short-tempered. He patted the table and said, "Xiang Xiaokui, I'll give you one last chance to go back and sign, or I'll call the parents directly!"

During the make-up class on Saturday, Chen Feifei looked at me who was bothered, and said, "What's wrong? It's not like you to be listless?"

Her gentle and kind tone gave me a flash of inspiration.I said, "Aren't we good friends?"

"of course."

I pushed the three test papers in front of Chen Feifei.She glanced at the fake signature and guessed 80% of it.She said in an official tone: "This name... I can't sign it for you. But I have a way, if you don't sign it, you can settle it."

Unsurprisingly, "Interview Encyclopedia" is on stage again.This is a very high level of interview rules.Chen Feifei said: "If you believe that you are a sheep, you are a sheep; if you believe that you are a wolf, you are a wolf."

I was very dizzy and asked: "Are you talking about Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf?"

Chen Feifei's face was full of sweat: "Please, this sentence means that if you behave like a sheep, others will think you are weak; if you behave like a wolf, others will treat you as terrible. So when you face the math teacher Showing a guilty conscience will invite him to criticize you, but if you change it..."

I exaggerated: "You don't want me to negotiate with him, do you?"

The content of this day's supplementary lessons has become a crash interview.Chen Feifei not only worked out the speech draft with me, but also pretended to be the terrible Zhao Dazhi, and listened to my explanation of N reasons for not signing.I hesitated and said, "Is this really okay?"

But Chen Feifei pulled me to the magic mirror in the living room and said, "Xiang Xiaokui, you are beautiful, enthusiastic, diligent, and kind...you are such an excellent girl, what are you afraid of?" A white envelope said: "This is the first interview notice I've received, it's just on Monday, let's work hard together!"

On Monday morning, with my back straight and my gaze firm, I pushed the unsigned test paper in front of Mr. Zhao: "Sorry, I didn't ask the parents to sign it."

Teacher Zhao looked at the extraordinary me, a little uncertain.Although I was terribly nervous, Teacher Zhao's quietly changed attitude gave me the courage to continue speaking.I said: "The meaning of signing is to let me know your intentions? You hope that parents can cooperate with the school and supervise my study. In fact, my mother has already made efforts in this regard and invited me to Tutoring. My recent improvement in grades is the best proof. In fact, Mr. Zhao, there are some things that I hope you can look at from the perspective of students. You have been teaching for 20 years, how many students have improved their grades because of their parents’ signatures ? How many students have intensified conflicts with their parents because of their parents' signatures?"

That day, the office was very quiet. The teachers of the second grade group were all sitting at their desks, listening carefully to my conversation with Mr. Zhao.

What Miss Typhoon said was right, her correct attitude and conversation changed the hostile relationship between Teacher Zhao and me.When the class bell rang, he put the paper in my hand and said: "Xiao Kui, you impress me today. I think you really don't need to sign. The teacher also hopes that you can become better. I will give you my opinion. Will seriously consider it, we all have areas for improvement.”

When I walked out of the office, I took a long breath and sent a text message to Chen Feifei.

I said, "I got it!"

She replied: "Me too (me too)!"

Chen Feifei, who has been an OL, can no longer be my tutor.

However, I can also find her at the aquarium on weekends.My mother sent me to invite her to a restaurant to attend a "teacher appreciation banquet".On that day, Miss Typhoon and I released my mother's pigeons, and the two of us went to McDonald's.In fact, I'm really glad that we were able to be each other's interviewers on the way of growing up, and with our youthful youth, we witnessed a friendship between a big girl and a little girl.

However, the "old girl" who waited until the cucumber soup was cold was very dissatisfied, and sent N text messages angrily.I showed it to Chen Feifei and said, "Look, you are better. Not only did you change me, but you also changed my mother."

The text message said: "Xiang Xiaokui, your mother called you home for dinner. If you don't call back within 10 minutes..."

The fleeting time on the note is a beautiful relationship
Centella

Many old times, curled up in a certain corner of life, waiting silently, like a butterfly dormant quietly.Then when we trek along the long road of life, we encounter those old times unexpectedly, and then those old times dance like butterflies frightened in the flowers.

In the vicissitudes of life, there will always be some small surprises waiting for us not far ahead.When I cleaned up the old things, I found an inconspicuous cardboard box covered with dust. I pinched my nose and took it outside, shook off the dust, and then opened it. A period of youth came to my face, and I met me in this long afternoon. .

There are some small paper strips folded into various shapes in the carton, there are light pink hearts, dark blue stars, and light green boats. There are more than a dozen pieces in total.

Most of these small notes were given by boys, and a few were written by girls.

In the old days, there were no mobile phones to send text messages, so most of the communication between classmates was to send small notes in private.An inconspicuous little note often carries the little secrets that boys and girls hide in their hearts and cannot be shared with others.

I remember that summer, a group of boys and girls went to the beach to play, we played barefoot on the beach, picked up shells, turned over stone slabs to catch small crabs, and dug clams in the sand... The sky was so blue that there was no cloud, and the wind was soft. With a hot temperature.The blue sea is like a mirror, stretching as far as the eye can see.An old and heavy wooden boat is moored beside the brown reef, and some fishermen drink water and cook food on board.On the coastline in the distance, there are trees, one after another, lonely, each in their own formation.There are wild flowers that cannot be named, swaying in the wind...

It was just one of the most ordinary afternoons among the countless wonderful times in the green years, but that afternoon, I received the first small note in my life, a small note written to me by a boy.Barefoot, he was wading on the beach, and when he passed by me, he unexpectedly stuffed a light pink note folded into a heart shape into my hand.

My heart was flustered, my palms were sweaty, and the beautiful little note was wet.I have guessed the contents of the note a few times, does he like me?Ask me to watch a movie?Borrow me notes?I don't know.I was so anxious that I went to the room, but I didn't dare to act rashly. I delayed for a long time, hesitated for a long time, took advantage of the students' unpreparedness, found a place where there was no one, and quietly opened the small piece of paper. There was a neat line of small characters on it. : Your eyes are really big.

I admit that I couldn't understand the hidden meaning behind this line of small words at the time. Did this boy want to say that my eyes are big and beautiful, or do he want to say that my eyes are big and ugly?I've been thinking about it for days and still can't figure it out.The heart that was beating at a high frequency finally calmed down and returned to normal.

The small light green paper folded into the shape of a boat was given to me by a teacher in junior high school. Up to now, I still remember the appearance of that teacher, wearing glasses, slightly long hair, pale complexion, fond of writing poetry, very Some of the style of Wenqing.

One semester, during the mid-term exam, I read too many novels by Qiong Yao.

In the afternoon, after the class bell rang, the students all returned to the classroom one after another. I was outside the classroom under the roses, and I met the Wenqing male teacher, who stuffed a small boat-shaped note into my hand.

At that time, the roses were in full bloom, and the branches and branches were full of flower buds. When the wind blew, the fragrance was tangy.I returned to my seat with the note in my hand, and slowly opened it. On it was written a line of strong cursive script: "When autumn comes and September [-]th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The sky-scenting fragrance penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of flowers." Golden armor." After pondering for two days, I finally understood the painstaking efforts of Teacher Wen Qingnan, he wanted to tell me that after all other flowers bloomed, I would have a chance to bloom.

And that little dark blue note folded into the shape of a little star was given to me by a girl.At that time, she fell in love with a boy, and was tormented by her secret love so that she was happy and haggard. The little note was full of her thoughts that were so intense that she couldn't resolve it...

Many old times, once startled, can't be stopped, can't be stopped, and fall in front of you one after another.Those people I met in the old days came to me one by one, so familiar and kind, they were faintly visible in front of me after time.

In the age when communication was not very developed, notes circulated among classmates with its uniqueness and mystery, conveying little secrets and cares.Those small notes are covered with a layer of magnificent colors by time; the fleeting years on the notes are a beautiful sentiment, fragrant in the depths of memory.

quiet summer

icing on the cake
The 15-year-old summer was extraordinarily hot and long because of Gu Yichen's arrival.

The boy in blue overalls and a white long-sleeved shirt silently "landed" in front of the classroom door like a grass seed accidentally blown by the wind.The boy winked quietly, and the girl frowned slightly. I understand what everyone means: he is too rustic.However, I still said to him: "Welcome, new classmate."

It's not that there is no contempt in my heart, just because I am the monitor, a monitor favored by teachers and supported by classmates.I know how to protect my reputation.For example, when everyone ignored the unfamiliar Gu Yichen, I sent timely care.

A smile appeared on Gu Yichen's thin face, as bright as the rising sun.He was sitting in the right corner at the back of the classroom, still wearing a long-sleeved shirt under the hot summer sun, and his hair was like pineapple leaves, which made people laugh.He doesn't use a mechanical pen, only a thick pencil... In short, he is a strange person.

Gu Yichen became the object of everyone's discussion between classes, and the teenager was always particularly curious about silent people.I really want to know Gu Yichen's experience, but if I don't participate in the discussion of my classmates, it will damage the "authority" of my monitor.I just paid more attention to him when I was sitting on the podium in the self-study class.

He doesn't like reading very much. When everyone is doing their homework, he tilts his hair in a daze.I went down to remind him, but he said it was done.I do not believe.He is the kind of guy who doesn't study and just muddle along.I felt a little contempt for him.When signing up for the physics competition that day, Gu Yichen even participated.He handed over a crumpled 5-yuan note and said, "My registration fee." I replied sarcastically, "Do what you can, let alone pay."

On the day when the result came out, everyone was surprised, Gu Yichen won No.1.

The physics teacher ran to our class and happily asked who Gu Yichen was.I pointed to the thin boy in the white shirt.I watched the physics teacher call him out and gave him several physics materials, and I was secretly upset.

In the past, what rewards did not belong to me, Yan Ge?The teacher treats me like a national treasure, a panda.What's more, I am still the squad leader, and all the honors are my share.And this silent and thin boy named Gu Yichen stole the teacher's attention in an instant.There is a thorn in my heart called jealousy that grows secretly, waiting for an opportunity to cut through the innocent heart of a young man.Only, I didn't realize it at the time.

Soon the opportunity came, and I learned that Gu Yichen was going to represent our school in the city's physics competition.The competition was on Wednesday afternoon. In the morning, the physics teacher came to explain to him: "This time, the multiple choice questions in this competition are machine-corrected, which is the kind that fills in the answer sheet with a pencil. Do you understand?" Gu Yichen nodded.

I came to the classroom very early at noon.I walked to Gu Yichen's place: "Hey, come on this afternoon." I patted him on the shoulder with the strength unique to boys, it was a kind of kindness and friendliness that only happens between buddies.He smiled back, his usual bright smile.

We chatted some more gossip.Then I sent him out of the classroom, onto the school bus, and watched it drive off the campus.

I spent the next two hours in a state of anxiety, the clock on the wall was "tick-tick", and every time it hit my heart.The teacher in charge called me to collect my homework. I was stunned for a long time before I realized it, and everyone laughed for a long time.

I'm waiting for something to happen, and I can already smell it, sour and bitter.

Gu Yichen came back, and the physics teacher entered the classroom together.The young physics teacher blushed: "How many times have I told you, remember to bring a pencil, remember to bring a pencil, why did you still forget?" His sharp voice covered Gu Yichen's whisper.No one could hear what Gu Yichen said clearly.Only I know why.I hid Gu Yichen's pencil, the only pencil, that rough pencil.

(End of this chapter)