A lover (novella) Zhang Baotong 2017.8.6

In the Chinese class that morning, the head teacher, Ms. Zhang, asked the study committee members to hand out the mid-term exam papers to the students. A girl walked up to the podium, picked up the exam papers from the podium, and handed out papers to her classmates while calling her names. As soon as she stepped onto the podium, I recognized her. Why is she here? I really feel like she's dreaming. But what is in front of you is real. She was standing right in front of me, wearing a dark red blouse, blue pants, and blue cloth shoes. She was a little taller, with clear eyebrows, a radiant look and a serious and serious demeanor, which exactly coincided with the girl I remembered, and was not bad at all, because in my feelings there was a natural affection for her.

When she called my name, I walked up to the podium and came to her, thinking that she would recognize me. However, she handed my exam paper to me and said sternly how did you study, you did so badly. Her words made me embarrassed, but instead of recognizing me, she made me embarrassed in front of the whole class. I scrambled back to my seat and read the papers. I only scored 31 points, and only the first two big questions in one exam paper got some marks, and the rest of the big questions were completely blank. I only came to report last Saturday morning, and by the time my mom took me to Class 1 (1), the school midterm exam had already been going on for half an hour. The homeroom teacher handed me a test paper and pointed to an empty seat in the last row for me to sit there. As soon as I looked at the test paper, I was immediately blindsided, because I had never studied most of the questions in the test paper. So, I had to do what I could do and hand in the papers.

The next morning, the head teacher sat down in front of the podium and asked Lin Yuqing to take the students to read the text. I had never read aloud a text, and I had no interest in reading it aloud, so I sat alone in the last row of seats near the window, with my head bowed and my hands in the drawer playing marbles. After a while, someone knocked on my desk, and I was startled, thinking that the teacher had found out. As soon as I looked up, I saw that it was Lin Yuqing, and she said to me in a very serious tone that I should study seriously. I blushed, picked up the textbook with both hands, and began to read along with her. Her voice is very nice and smooth, and I can feel how good she is at learning from her voice. In her eyes, I may be a bad student, so she pays more attention to me. She was afraid that I would not read it carefully, so she kept standing next to me and watching me read. In order to make her happy with me, I made a very serious appearance and read aloud to her.

If I was grateful to her when I was rescued from the Luo River, and I sat by the river waiting to see her again, it was because she was so beautiful, the kind of beauty I had never seen before. But I have seen so many beautiful women in my life, and why do I have such a deep affection and longing for her? and I was only four years old at that time, and it is impossible for a four-year-old boy to be so interested in a beautiful girl. But I really sat by the river every day and waited for her to pass by. Maybe she saved my life, maybe I was very lonely, maybe she had some wonderful connection and connection with my life.

And when I met her again unexpectedly, her impression of me was not only neat and beautiful, but she became my idol. Her words and deeds, every move, are full of beauty, which makes me see in my eyes and warm in my heart. I used to go to class, but my eyes were fixed on her, and I was thinking about a lot of things related to her. Sometimes, I even think of the two of us turning into beautiful butterflies, chasing and joking with each other on the sunny flowers.

I was young, but I knew a lot of things. I silently like her and admire her in my heart, and every time I look at her, my heart seems to be slammed into it, and a sense of admiration and respect arises spontaneously, as if it is being moistened by the sun and rain. I knew I didn't deserve her at all. Her father was the Director of our Agency, and her mother was a beautiful and well-dressed woman, and she was so delicate and intelligent that she was the best of men. At a school-wide assembly, I looked at almost all the girls in the school, and I didn't see a girl who was more beautiful and better dressed than her.

At noon that day, I was late for school because I had to deliver food to my stepfather at the summit water station. At that time, the head teacher was not in the classroom, and she was usually in charge at this time. Although we still have a class leader, the class leader is a boy, a little girly, and less courageous, so when the teacher is not there, she is always asked to take care of it.

I shouted the report. She came up from the podium and asked me why I had retreated. I said I'd bring food to my dad. She said she couldn't be late for food deliveries. I said that I had to deliver food at noon every day, and I was never late, but today, my mother cooked late. She looked at me all over, frowned, and said you go home and look in the mirror, you look like a student, it's like a flower. With that, he let me into the classroom.

As soon as I got home from school, I stood in front of the mirror on the closet to see what I really looked like. In front of the mirror, I saw that I was wearing my brother's remaining blue coarse cloth shirt, which was not only shabby, but also very wide, the pants were modified from my mother's old pants, with many large patches, and the front of the shoe had two holes, and the toes were exposed. My hair has not been washed for a long time, and it is not only a little long, but also a little messy. The hands and face were black, and there was a thick layer of black ash and dirt at the base of the neck.

I've never looked in the mirror because no one ever told me I should look in the mirror. My stepfather himself is not particular about it, and my mother is too busy to take care of me, and I have long been used to it. That day, I didn't go out to play with my classmates all afternoon, but hid at home to boil water, wash my hair and shower. When my mom came back from outside, I threw the clothes I was wearing to my mom and said I wouldn't wear them again. My mom asked me why I didn't wear the good clothes. I said that the teachers said that I was dressed like Hanako. As soon as my mother heard what the teacher was saying, she had to take out the clothes and shoes that I was only allowed to wear during the New Year's holidays from the box for me to put on, and then took me out for a haircut.

The next morning, I couldn't wait to walk up to her and let her see. She sat down in her seat and looked at me for a moment, and said with satisfaction that she was like a student. Hearing this, my heart warmed for many days. In order for her to look up to me, I was always very serious in class, and my academic performance improved quickly. I was on par with her every time I took the exam. At the end of the semester, she scored 100 points in arithmetic and 97 points in Chinese, while I scored 99 points in Chinese and 98 points in arithmetic. I was able to tie her for the first place in the class, which was really unexpected and happy. On the day she sent the papers, she was in a very bad mood because she failed to take the first place in the Chinese exam, and the teacher asked her to send the papers, and she said she had a headache. The teacher sent the paper himself.