1999 year.The third day of the Lunar New Year.An Zishan's academic performance is above average, and he is neither top-notch nor lagging behind.As the saying goes, a bottle is not satisfied, and half a bottle is swaying horizontally.This year is in An Zishan's memory, never forgotten and unforgettable.Because in the unpredictable life of the future and in the turbulent years, in the rolling red dust, in those warm and happy or sad and wailing moments, at the fork in the road of countless painful choices, the real life that he longed for change countless times began to show the signs of sliding into the quagmire from this year."
Ann!
Child!
Good!
”A woman's angry voice suddenly sounded, shaking An Zishan's ears and waking him up violently."
Who, this is, early in the morning?"
An Zishan muttered in a daze, how could there be a woman's voice?
Oh, I'll go, didn't I drink the splice again last night?
Alas, it will be useless to drink like this again, An Zishan patted his face and slowly opened his eyes."
I'll wipe, wipe!"
An Zishan shuddered in fright, staring at everything in front of him.What the hell, what's going on, the wine hasn't woken up yet?
In a dream?
I saw myself standing in a classroom, don't ask me why it is a classroom, there was a group of students sitting below who looked at me with shocked and partial admiration, a three-foot podium, a lectern, this is not what a classroom is, the key is that a female teacher is standing next to her fiercely, glaring at herself.Holding a teaching rod in his hand, he poked his chest again and again.And himself, which is even more critical, actually has a string of paper cranes around his neck, standing on the edge of the podium by the window facing the group of students.Hanging a string of paper cranes?
This picture is a bit unforgettable!"
Impossible, impossible."
An Zishan muttered, shook his head vigorously, and glanced at the female teacher next to him, familiar, very familiar, bitterly familiar, it was the language teacher in junior high school, it was her!"
An Zishan!
You don't listen carefully in class, stacking thousands of paper cranes.I'm punishing you for letting you stand here, not to put you to sleep, you stand up for me, and come to the office with me after class. ”The female teacher glared at him angrily, looking like she hated iron but not steel.After finishing speaking, he returned to the podium, glared at An Zishan angrily again, and then continued to lecture, ignoring him no longer."
Uncle hiss, it hurts."
Pulling his waist hard, An Zishan grinned in pain and frowned.Isn't it a dream?
It's not that I drink fragments, because there is no feeling of headache and cracking, every time I drink fragments in my memory, I get up the next day with a splitting headache and weakness, and there is no trace of such symptoms at present, and I feel that my body is relaxed and comfortable.So!
An Zishan quietly looked at the group of students in the classroom, thinking about the familiar faces in his memory, and a slightly chubby boy in the back row smiled at him, and secretly stretched out his thumb.Seinfeld!
It's this guy.,The best friend in junior high school.,Although after high school for various reasons, I slowly lost contact.。
The gaze continued to wander around the classroom, a delicate girl, with ear-length hair casually spread behind her head and ears, wearing a sky-blue school uniform with black and white stripes.Well, Zhang Lingling!
It's her, my tablemate in junior high school, a girl with a gentle personality and excellent grades to the point of perversion.Suddenly, An Zishan's face changed greatly, as if he had thought of something, he retracted his gaze, looked down at himself, wearing a sky blue school uniform top, black pants on his lower body, and a pair of star white shoes, and moved his feet slightly to feel it.Well, it's the kind of shoes with rubber bumps on the soles of the feet, with a strong grip, and secretly pinched his arms and legs in the blind spot of the female teacher's vision, thin, really thin.It is indeed myself in junior high school, and it is clear that I am in the third year of junior high school at this time, and I am thin and thin.Could it be that time has been turned back and I have been born again?
Back in 1999?
The time does not need to be confirmed, because the scene of a string of paper cranes hanging around his neck is deeply engraved in An Zishan's heart.At that time, the young and ignorant An Zishan was also obsessed with this thing because of the popularity of stacking thousands of paper cranes on campus, and he folded the stacked paper he had just bought during class and couldn't bear to live in class.Don't ask why a boy likes to fold thousands of paper cranes, and now An Zishan can't understand himself at that time, what is so fascinating about stacking this thing.But An Zishan, who was on his back, didn't expect to be caught by the language teacher who had just come out of the normal college to become a great people's teacher.The female teacher was furious and punished him for stringing a thousand paper geese together around her neck and standing on the edge of the podium like a clown for a whole lesson, to the ridicule of all the students below.The mocking eyes and playful expressions of the classmates in the audience glanced at themselves from time to time, which was a huge humiliation for An Zishan, and his self-esteem was greatly hurt, and he couldn't let go of it for many years.Deep down, I hate this teacher very much, and I feel that he is a teacher in vain and humiliates himself so much.So much so that after graduating from junior high school, during the summer vacation of high school, An Zishan, the county seat of Lianshan County, met Mr.
Yu when he sold boiled corn with his mother, and Mr.
Yu recognized him.I was very happy to greet him and ask him about his studies, and bought a lot of his corn, but he kept a cold face without a smile, and the corn was sold to her for a lot.My mother asked him later, only to know that it was his junior high school language teacher, complaining to him, why didn't he give the teacher a few to eat, and he said angrily why did he give it to her, we also sold it for money.As a result, he was scolded by his mother and told him to respect the teacher, but An Zishan looked unhappy and said in his heart that she was not worthy.Recalling the scenes in this memory, An Zishan's face slowly calmed down, and a faint smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.Seinfeld, who had been staring at An Zishan in the audience, looked confused, and couldn't understand why his good buddy was smiling so brightly when he was punished.Touching his forehead, Seinfeld felt that his brain was not enough.It seems that I am truly reborn, and everything in front of me is real!
Gently turning his head to look at the familiar female teacher on the podium, with a familiar face and a familiar voice, there was no trace of resentment in his heart.On the contrary, I feel more cordial, and now that I think about it, the teacher may have been really angry that he didn't listen to the class seriously, didn't resent him for wasting the years, and let him stand on the stage to set an example, and there was no deliberate humiliation.That's right, the improvement of my language performance later benefited from the female teacher's attentive teaching and guidance.It's a pity that he is too young and frivolous to hold grudges, but the teacher's professional ethics and attentive teaching, but he is considered to be repentant and compensate himself.I vaguely remember the final exam of the first semester of the third year of junior high school, my language score was only 46 points, and the full score was 100 points.The miserable performance of the language is the failure in the work, at that time An Zishan really had no clue about the work, saying that what he wrote was a running account, and the running account at least had logic and order.His work?
It was a mystery, headless, brainless, without beginning and end, this was the teacher's comment at the time.What is the name of the language teacher?
Min, when she first taught us Chinese, she had just graduated from university, and because our language teacher was transferred, she took over our language class in the third year of junior high school.At that time, the teacher was young and beautiful, and she was a flower in Shanyang Junior High School, and she was arranged to take over the junior high school language class, which is said to be because she has won many academic awards, and she is also well-known in the province.The flood-like thoughts of "Jingle Bell" opening the floodgates were suddenly interrupted, and the bell rang for the end of class, and Anzi pursed her lips and stretched her hands and feet with kindness.Well!
A young body is energetic, unlike the feeling that the body was always heavy and could never wake up in the previous life."
That's all for today's class, go back and pay attention to the review, and do a quiz in the language class next Monday, the content is the content of these 10 classes, and the class will be over."
The teacher looked at the students under the podium with a serious face and said."
Stand up, goodbye, teacher."
Squad leader Zhang Lingling shouted in a crisp voice."
Goodbye, classmates."
The teacher smiled and said, "An Zishan, you come to the office with me." ”glanced back, and saw An Zishan looking at him with a smile on his face, the teacher's heart jumped inexplicably, and his anger was a little darker.Seeing the teacher pick up the textbook and walk out, An Zishan slowly took off the thousand paper goose hanging around his neck and walked to his desk, gently put it on the table, and glanced at his table with complex and meaningful meaning.The excellent girl who didn't talk like that, looked at the book in front of her without squinting, and seemed to be unaware of An Zishan's gaze, but the tight corners of her lips betrayed her.An Zishan smiled and walked out of the classroom slowly, ignoring Seinfeld's shouting behind him.Now that I think about it, the reason why I stacked thousands of paper cranes in class was discovered by the teacher was because of the secret told by this smart tablemate.It's a pity that at that time, I only cared about the teacher, and I was only angry at the teacher's humiliation, and I didn't think about how to leak the secret.