Thank you for making me who I like

Chapter 18 Facing life gracefully and brightly is because of you (3)
Gu Yichen walked to the back of the classroom amidst the teacher's censure, sat down, dug his head into the book drawer, and searched for the pencil that didn't exist.His back is very bent, like the last stalk of wheat left in a wheat field after harvest in autumn, lonely and lonely.

Finally, he gave up looking.He stayed in his seat, his hands clasped, the veins bulging out of them.It was obvious that he was very sad.

I spent that long day restless, but no one doubted me, and when school was over, I quickly packed my schoolbag and left. "Snap" - something fell out of the book drawer.It's the pencil, the one I hid, which I was going to throw away on the way from school.

The deskmate came up curiously: "Hey, why do you use pencils too? Don't you always use mechanical pencils?" I hesitated and said, "The original one is broken...it's broken." "It can't be Gu Yichen's." Right? Didn't he lose one today?" The tablemate was reluctant.Gu Yichen walked up to me.He picked up the pen, looked at it for a while, and said, "No, don't misunderstand Yan Ge."

God knows how happy I was to hear this sentence, and my heart returned to its original place when it was mentioned in my throat.Maybe, Gu Yichen was really confused by me, I secretly rejoiced.Most importantly, I protected my reputation as the leader of the squad.

When I went to school the next day, I deliberately ran to say hello to Gu Yichen, but he just looked at me fixedly, didn't speak, and the smile from before didn't exist on his face.

Two weeks later, when the physics results came out, he still won the award. The physics teacher came to congratulate him, but he just said thank you lightly.He became more silent and lost weight sharply, as if something was eating away at his heart.Later, he transferred schools.

The night before the transfer, he called me out to a university in the west of the city.

On the campus in June, the phoenix flowers bloomed just right, fiery red and colorful.He stretched out his hand: "Thank you for helping me all the time." I was taken aback for a moment, and two little me were reflected in his dark and cool eyes.It was the first time to see myself through the eyes of others, a small but self-righteous self.

"You don't seem to sell that kind of pencil here, only in our small town." Gu Yichen continued, "I don't blame you, it's just that my mother gave it to me, and she asked me to study hard."

"What about your mother?" I blurted out.

"Go work outside, I don't know where." Gu Yichen said.

This is obviously an understatement, why do I feel thunderous?I didn't know what to say, I just held out my hand.

The two hands are held together, joints meet joints, blood vessels meet blood vessels, feeling each other's temperature.With some kind of ceremonial devotion, I shake hands with the person I have hurt.

We wandered around the flowering campus, listening to the evening wind wake up the leaves, talking about our dreams and pride.For the first time, I discovered Gu Yichen's enthusiasm behind his silence, and his strength behind his thinness.Maybe a bit late, but not the worst.At least, we have a heart-to-heart long talk, which makes the hot summer cool and quiet instantly.

And my arrogant and selfish heart is gradually maturing in this phoenix flower season.

violin power
Bridges
Every evening at dusk, I take my violin and go for a walk in the park by Julikins Lake, and then play a piece of "Ode to Our Lady" in the sunset, or play "Maiqisi Mingzi" in the misty twilight. I like it Weave your beautiful dreams in the melodious melody.

The violin makes me forget the worldly troubles and brings me into an idyllic, pure and peaceful life.

At noon that day, I drove back to the garden villa not far from Eurykins Lake.As soon as I entered the living room door, I heard a slight sound in the bedroom upstairs. That sound was all too familiar to me. It was the sound of the Amati violin.

"There are thieves!" I rushed upstairs, and as I expected, a boy about 12 years old was stroking my violin there.

The boy had disheveled hair, a thin face, and his ill-fitting coat was bulging, and something seemed to be stuffed inside.I caught a glimpse of the disappearance of a pair of new leather shoes that I put on the bedside. It seemed that he was a thief.

I blocked the boy's way of escape with my strong body. At this moment, I saw that his eyes were full of fear and despair.In an instant, I suddenly remembered the cyan tombstone in my memory, and my angry expression was replaced by a smile. I asked, "Are you Mr. Ramston's nephew Ruben? I am his housekeeper." Two days ago, I heard Mr. Ramston say that he has a nephew who lives in the country coming, it must be you, you and Mr. Ramston really look alike!"

Hearing my words, the young man was taken aback for a moment, but quickly said, "Is my uncle out? I think I'd better go out and see him later."

I nodded, and then asked the boy who was about to put down the violin: "Do you like playing the violin very much?"

"Yes, but I'm poor and can't afford it," the boy replied.

"Then I will give you this violin." I said calmly.

The boy didn't seem to believe that the violin belonged to a housekeeper. He gave me a suspicious look, but picked up the violin anyway.When he was about to leave the living room, he suddenly saw a huge color photo of me performing at the Sydney Grand Theater hanging on the wall, so he shuddered involuntarily, and then ran away without looking back.

I'm sure the teenager figured it out, because no host would decorate a living room with a picture of the butler.

That evening, I made an exception and did not go for a walk in the park by Lake Eurykins. My wife found this abnormal phenomenon after she came back from get off work, and she couldn’t help asking: “Is your beloved violin broken?”

"Oh no, I gave it away."

"Give it away? How is it possible? You regard it as an indispensable part of your life."

"My dear, you're right. But if it saves a lost soul, I'd rather do it."

Seeing that my wife didn't understand what I said, I told her what happened at noon that day, and then asked, "Would you like to hear me tell another story?" My wife nodded in bewilderment.

"When I was a teenager, I hung out with a bunch of bad boys all day long. One afternoon, I jumped from a big tree and climbed into someone's house in an apartment building because I saw the family's death with my own eyes. The owner is out driving, which is a good time to steal.

"However, when I sneaked into the bedroom, I suddenly found a girl about my age half lying on the bed, and I was stunned.

"When the girl saw me, she was terrified at first, but she calmed down quickly, and she smiled and asked me: Are you looking for Mr. McLeod from the fifth floor?

"I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I nodded mechanically. This is the fourth floor, you went wrong. The girl's smile was sweet. I was about to take the opportunity to sneak out, and the girl said again: Can you sit with me for a while ?I'm sick, lying in bed every day is very lonely, I really want someone to chat with me.

"I sat down in a strange way. That afternoon, I had a very happy chat with the girl. Finally, when I was about to leave, she played me a violin piece "Dance of the Queen of Sheba". Seeing that I liked it very much Listen, she simply gave me the Amati violin again. Just when I walked out of the apartment with mixed feelings and looked back inadvertently, I found that the apartment building only had four floors, and there was no so-called Mr. McLeod who lives on the fifth floor! In other words, the girl knew that I was a thief. The reason why she treated me well was because she wanted to maintain my self-esteem decently!

"I went to find that girl later, but her father sadly told me that she had passed away from bone cancer.

"I saw her blue tombstone in the cemetery, engraved with a small poem, one of which reads: Dedicate love to this world, so I am happy!"

Three years later, I was invited to be the final judge of a music competition for high school students in Melbourne.

Finally, a violin player named Merritt won No.1 with his strong strength!When judging, I always felt that Merritt had a certain deja vu, but I couldn't remember where I saw it.After the awards ceremony, Merritt ran up to me with a violin case and asked with a blushing face, "Mr. Bridges, do you still know me?"

I shook my head.

"You once gave me a violin, and I have treasured it until today!" You let me regain my self-esteem in the midst of poverty and suffering, and once again ignited a raging fire in my heart to change the adversity! Today, I can return this violin to you without shame..."

Merritt opened the violin case with tears in his eyes, and I saw my Amati violin lying quietly inside.Merritt stepped forward and hugged me tightly, and the scene three years ago suddenly reappeared before my eyes. It turned out that he was "Mr. Ramston's nephew Ruben"!
My eyes were moist, as if I heard that girl’s poignant violin music again, but she would never realize how her innocence and kindness once shook the hearts of two lost teenagers and allowed them to regain their faith in life.

Virgo little mom

Vivian

The little mother is 45 years old. When watching TV on the sofa, she shrinks into a small ball, so my sister and I call it "little mother".She just learned to chat on the Internet and is keen to peek at my mobile phone text messages when I go to the bathroom.

When she heard about the new thing of constellation, I asked me to check her own constellation for her. After learning that she was a Virgo, she said with surprise and shyness: "I am in my 40s, how could I be that person?" Constellation, quickly change it for me!"

The male star that my little mother has been "secretly in love with" for many years is Jackie Chan, and it happens to be the male star I don't like the most.There was a Jackie Chan movie on the movie channel, and my little mother was watching it intently. I deliberately picked up the remote control to change channels.She immediately said: "Why do you change the channel, Jackie Chan is so good!" I curled my lips: "What's so interesting." Go play it!"

The little mother was poor when she was young, and she was reluctant to eat and wear. Now that her life is better, she still manages the house diligently and frugally. She washes the vegetables with the rice washing water, waters the flowers with the water after washing the vegetables, and accumulates the socks we have worn out for many years. mop.In the words of my sister, before we throw away anything in our family, we must ask our little mother. The things she agrees to throw away are absolutely worthless, and even the waste station will not accept them.

When I was five years old, my little mother asked someone to send me to the best kindergarten.She was born at the wrong time, but she must let her children receive the best education.I lived up to expectations and stood on the stage of the county-wide kindergarten art show, speaking on behalf of the kindergarten.Before going on stage, looking at the crowd of audience, the little mother put her arms around me and asked, "Are you nervous?" I looked at the high stage and said, "I can't fall!"

Kindergarten has exercised my "courage". In the fifth grade of elementary school, I dared to imitate my little mother's handwriting and "signature" on the math papers with unsatisfactory scores. Do not bother others."In addition, I also "help others" and take the initiative to help those students in need to sign.After the Dongchuang incident, my little mother beat me up and led me to apologize to the teacher and the "victimized" parents at the parent meeting.Since then, I have become an instant hit in the whole school, and the number of classmates who asked me to sign in private has continued unabated, but I can no longer bring up that fake pen.It's not that I dare not, it's that I can't forget the expression on the little mother's face on the podium, confessing her incompetence in teaching her daughter.

On my little mother's birthday, my sister and I got up early, tiptoed to the supermarket with the listed menus, and went shopping.On her birthday, we will buy her a small cake (this is more in line with her frugal temperament), and make her a bowl of longevity noodles and a few "hard dishes".From childhood to adulthood, every time our birthday comes, my little mother will cook delicious food for us in different ways.

When my sister and I tiptoed into the house with big bags and small bags, we found that the little mother was watering the flowers. Seeing us, she flew over like a butterfly in her big love pink lace pajamas, hugged us in her arms, and her eyes widened. With tears in my eyes, I said: "I really didn't raise my two babies for nothing. I got up early to buy food for my mother." My sister and I were surprised how she found out that we went out early in the morning. The little mother glanced at the door proudly and said : "I got up and went to the bathroom, and saw that your shoes were missing!"

What a sumptuous and failed meal that was!The hairtail was a bit fishy, ​​the chicken was not stewed, and the birthday noodles were sticky because they were not cooked in time.The little mother was still delighted. When the younger sister brought out the small cake from the room, the little mother really lived up to expectations and asked, "How much?"

I picked up the wine glass, full of emotion.I still remember when I was a child, my little mother sat on a small bench to wash the clothes of the whole family, and began to knit sweaters in autumn. In the yard, there were grape vines, cherry trees, and horse snake cauliflower with colorful petals like silk... A quilt that has been in the sun for a day always smells like sunshine.In a blink of an eye, I have grown up, but I am still snuggling up to my mother as a child.I have always been reluctant to hear people call my little mother an old lady, but I have to admit that my little mother is old, as old as a child.As soon as I got home on the weekend, she complained to me, excitedly telling the same funny thing twice...

So, I expressed my blessing: Little mother, after your 45th birthday, you don't have to worry about this family and our sisters anymore, and you can be a child with peace of mind.No matter how the outside world changes, no matter you like Jackie Chan or Sun Honglei, in our family, the Lifetime Achievement Award - you, deserve it.

The silent PK between me and my physics teacher
Su Shiyu

From the day I became sensible, my father, who has always respected Confucius, instilled in me the principle of "a teacher for a day, a father for life" many times.But since I changed to a new physics teacher, I, who has always been regarded as a "good girl", violated this old saying and vowed to have a contest with the new physics teacher.To use the most fashionable words at the moment is "PK" - of course, secretly PK.

Although the physics teacher claims to have 10 years of teaching experience, he is a "hairless" big brother from left to right.The so-called "teacher for one day, father for life", is it a bit far from the age of "father"?Well, since you are "a father", you might as well try a few tricks with your "little daughter" to see how many "smarts" your "father" has!
So, from the first class, I quietly implemented my "Plan A - Mobile Warfare".

On this day, the physics teacher had just stepped onto the podium, and before he finished his opening remarks, I raised my hand and said I needed to go to the toilet.People have internal urgency, let alone girls.

The young physics teacher was caught off guard and had to nod in embarrassment.

I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, and went back to the classroom after turning around in the toilet.In less than 10 minutes, seeing that he was speaking vigorously, I raised my hand to report again: "Teacher, I want to go to the toilet!"

In this way, after one class, I went to the toilet 4 times.But he actually granted me time and time again.

If one plan fails, then come two plans.Immediately afterwards, I implemented "Plan B-Positional Warfare".Haha, I'm going to talk to you this time!

I knew that he had the habit of entering the classroom a few minutes earlier. Before the physics class the next day, I turned my back to the door of the classroom and wanted to block him from the door. Unexpectedly, he silenced me: "Ah , it's the director, why, don't you want to be crowned the director of the department?"

My God, what was supposed to be a "plan B" to embarrass him caused the whole class to laugh at me.How can this work, how can I just lose the battle like this?I decided to make the most ruthless move: "Operation C-Mine Warfare".

I was in computer class that day, and I accidentally saw a post on Baidu Tieba "Teacher Ranking of the High School Affiliated to Beijing Foreign Studies University". The new physics teacher was ranked No.1.I am even more angry, why should I rank you first, but I want to rank you last!Then I pretended to be elegant, as if I was Li Qingzhao or Su Xiaomei reincarnated, and wrote a "Tibetan poem" that I thought only God knew, and no one might know, and posted it on the post bar.The poem said: "The mist covers the Yanshan Mountains without a trace, and the pears fall into the autumn fields and the blue sky; Lao Tzu wants to say silent words, but the master is different when he comes out of the fine door; when he hears that the silkworms die and the silk is exhausted, the road leads to the sky and the earth; stupid people have no shortage of sages and sages There have been young heroes since ancient times.” Mountains and wilds, nothing and existence, dead (silk) silk and Tiantian, stupid people and talents, fit and rhyme. On the surface, it seems to be praising the teacher, but the most brilliant thing is that poetry The first word connected is: fog (object) pear (reason) teacher Shi (yes) big stupid male (bear).

I am proud of myself for being able to write such hidden "good sentences through the ages", and at the same time, it really relieves the anger in my heart.But soon after the post was posted, I regretted it. I was afraid that this "landmine" would explode at any time.But then I thought, as a physics teacher, he may not necessarily read these posts, even if he does, he may not be able to see the beauty of the poem, even if he can see that it is an acrostic poem, he may not necessarily know that it is my "masterpiece" ".

What I never expected was that this "landmine" was soon discovered by the physics teacher.Just after the computer class, he and I "met unexpectedly" in the corridor, and the weather was obviously cloudy on his face - there will be a storm at any time.I wanted to turn around, but he stopped me: "The poems on the post bar are well written. I use a popular saying on the Internet to say that you are too talented, but why do you hide from the teacher? Don't let the teacher share the same taste with you?"

"No, no, I didn't write the poems on the post bar, did the teacher make a mistake?" I tried my best to defend myself.

"Such a literary poem, who can do it except our little talented girl?" The physics teacher showed a "smile".

Yes, since the fourth grade of elementary school, I have published articles in newspapers and periodicals all over the country. Now there are nearly a hundred articles. Talented women are a bit flattered, but maybe there are not many classmates who can write such acrostic poems. .In addition, the time of posting is exactly when we are in computer class, isn't this self-inflicted?Alas, cleverness is mistaken by cleverness!
Seeing that things have been revealed, I thought to myself, this is really over.But then he comforted himself: Maybe he didn't see that this was a poem scolding him, otherwise even if he had self-cultivation, he would have been furious by now.I still "measure 36, go ahead", even if I found an excuse to slip away.

(End of this chapter)