Lovers (novella) Zhang Baotong 6

I have always believed that a person needs someone to guide us as they grow up, and this guide must be someone we trust and admire, usually our parents, but more often our mothers, because mothers are the people who can be with us every day. Their mannerisms and behaviors are the teachings and invisible forces that influence and guide us. But my father has passed away, and my mother is uneducated and small-footed, and she can do little to educate and guide us except to take care of our food, drink, Lazar and sleep. My brother is almost forgotten by us, he attends the railway middle school in Xianyang, Shaanxi Province, and has not seen us for two years. And my sister is only two years older than me, and her academic performance and school performance are not as good as mine, how can she guide me?

But luckily I have someone who guides me and influences me, not because I want her to guide and influence me, but God sent her to me, just as God sent her to rescue me from the water when I fell into the water in the Luo River. Whether this is true or not, in my mind, she was specially sent to this world for me, and it is because of her that I feel that my childhood is getting better and better, and every day is full of joy and carefree.

I played marble, hide-and-seek with my classmates, and sometimes went to the riverside to play. However, when it came time for class, I calmed down and listened to the teacher's lecture in a proper manner. I would look towards Lin Yuqing from time to time, every time I looked at her, I felt a joy and beauty added to my heart, I have a sentence that I have always wanted to say to her, it was you who rescued me from the Luo River water, you are my savior. Moreover, I have a question that I have always wanted to ask her, why did you happen to be on the wooden bridge that day and rescued me from the river. However, I did not dare to talk to her, I did not have the courage and guts.

She was always so solemn and perfect in my eyes, her looks, her words, her dress, her temperament and look, all of which made me feel admiration and admiration. My mother also often used her to compare me and motivate me, you see that the little girl of Director Lin's family is in the same class as you, why is she not better than you, better than you? Every time my mother uses her to compare with me, I think to myself what family they were born in, and what family I was born in. My father was the Director of Works, but my father left us early. My mother was noble and beautiful, but my mother was small and uneducated. How can all this be compared.

I know I can't compare to her, but I just like her, and although I don't dare to talk to her, I can hide her in my heart and let her be with me in my heart.

Around the time of the third grade, the Agency was about to relocate, reportedly to a place far away in Miluo, Hunan. The students soon moved with their parents, and the school also moved with them. But because my stepfather was looking after the water station, he had to evacuate with the last group of personnel. Every time the Agency moved, he was the last to evacuate, as if it were destined for his life. In May 1942, Okamura Ninji gathered 90,000 Japanese troops and puppet troops, and with the cooperation of aircraft, tanks, and artillery, they carried out an iron wall of ten sorties against Jizhong, and the troops ordered him to lead the entire machine gun squad to cover the retreat of the large army. As a result, all the fighters of the class were killed, and he was wounded by a bullet in the right arm. With the bullets running out, he escaped by lying in the pile of dead people. Because of his injury and disability, he has been serving as a caretaker of the warehouse, the guarding of materials and the guarding of the water station since he joined the work, so he always leaves last every time the unit moves.

Because my stepfather couldn't leave right away, I had to stay. So, I and the remaining 30 students were transferred to a local elementary school. This primary school is much smaller than ours, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk to school on a street in Nanping City. Leaving my classmates didn't seem to have much impact on me, but Lin Yuqing's departure made me feel very sad. Because I didn't know the students of this school well, I didn't have any classmates to play with after school, so I always came to the river to watch the river flow, or walked by the river. Maybe I grew up by the river since I was a child, and I have a constant affection for the river.

Looking at the endless flow of the river, I always have a feeling of dazed in my heart, like a lonely boat that has lost its beacon, longing to find a way forward. Yet, day after day, I continued to search for navigation beacons in the vast ocean. Leaving her classmates, leaving her, life suddenly became boring and boring. I often walk alone on the streets, on my way to school, wondering when I will be able to get back to them.

Three months later, I finally followed my stepfather to Miluo, Hunan. Miluo was originally just a small town in Xiangyin County, but with the arrival of the Sixth Engineering Department of our Iron Fourth Bureau, it soon became a county. It was to be built here that the Miluo River Bridge would connect the Beijing-Guangzhou railway line from Wuhan to Guangzhou.

The morning after my family arrived in Mira, my mother took me to school to report for duty. I was placed in Class 33, but I already knew that Lin Yuqing and my original classmates were in Class 31. Therefore, as soon as I heard that I was placed in Class 33, I immediately cried in the teaching office, saying that I didn't want to go to Class 33, I wanted to go to Class 31. Both the teacher and my mom felt very strange and said that your student didn't go to school in the same class. The teacher in the teaching office told me that there were many people in the Trinity class, and there were several vacant seats in the Trinity class. However, I didn't listen to them, so I just didn't go to the third or third class. My mom was in a hurry and gave me a slap in the face. I covered my face and cried even more, but I still resolutely refused to enter the third and third classes. The teacher in the teaching office really had no choice, so he called the head teacher of the Trinity class to discuss. Teacher Zhang was originally my original homeroom teacher, and as soon as she saw that it was me, she came over to wipe my tears cordially, saying that the child should not cry, you should join our Trinity class.

When my classmates heard that I was crying and shouting that I didn't want to enter the third and third classes, and I had to enter the third and third classes, they all came to express their welcome and goodwill to me, in fact, what I wanted most was Lin Yuqing's expression, but she just glanced at me for a long time and didn't say anything, which made me muttered in my heart for several days, and I didn't know what she meant. I even wondered if she was afraid that I would surpass her in terms of academic performance, so she didn't want me to be in the same class as her.