Looking south from the playground of the normal school, you can see the majestic peaks of the Qinling Mountains, the vast plains that gradually increase to the roots of the mountains, scattered with large and small villages shrouded in green leaves of trees, in the small rivers and rivers, farmers carrying rice bales flickering past the wooden bridges, and on the field paths, farmers pull small carts full of grain cobs and walk towards neighboring villages. The sun that sank to the western part of the plain, before it sunk, projected a last glimpse of enthusiasm on the people of the plain, sprinkling a magnificent red light on the villages, fields, rivers and the faces of the peasants carrying the carts, and the steep cliffs of the Qinling Mountains shone red.

I sat on the grass in the corner of the playground, studying my arithmetic. My language class didn't seem to be very difficult, and I struggled with arithmetic. Because it is a crash course, the course is quite heavy. What's worse is that those arithmetic problems are not actually complicated, and I can get the correct results by mental arithmetic, but when I use the strict arithmetic formula to calculate, it is all messed up. Naturally, I focused my studies on arithmetic.

"You've found a quiet place!"

It was Tian Fang, and I didn't have to look up to hear her voice, but I still raised my head, and quickly. I hurriedly stood up and watched her purse her lips and grin, not knowing what to say. Should I ask her to sit down on the grass, or should I just stand there? I have an insurmountable fear of women, and I always feel nervous when I see a woman, especially when I am alone with a beautiful woman.

"I'll discuss something with you. She said.

"Okay, okay. "I'm genuinely scared.

"Sit down and talk. She sat down first, "It's so uncomfortable to stand like this." ”

I sat down on the grass three or two paces away from her, so restrained that I didn't know what to do with my hands and feet. She seemed at ease, sitting comfortably with her hands on her knees, looking at me like admiring a frightened little rabbit. She said, "I would like you to ask you to write for our 'class life' board, would you like to serve?"

She is a member of the class committee in charge of propaganda work, arranging and replacing the "living garden" board on the back wall of the classroom. I hurriedly said, "I ...... Of course I'm willing to serve, but my handwriting is not good. ”

"'Poor'! just 'owed' a little. She smiled, without any ridicule, and picked at my words, "My handwriting can't say 'good' or 'good' at all!"

"I don't write well. I have paid attention to the crepe words in my spoken language, and tried to use the same words as everyone else, and when I was nervous, a half-jerky phrase came out, "Really, my handwriting is not very good." ”

"How beautiful your handwriting is!" she sighed, revealing a look of envy, "Our homeroom teacher, Teacher Wang, said that your handwriting is better than his, and it is second to none in the entire normal school, what are you humble?"

I didn't make any more humble gestures. I was very encouraged by her sincere praise for my calligraphy, especially the kind words of her homeroom teacher, Ms. Wang. Since I was five or six years old, my father has systematically trained me, first according to the shadow depiction written by my father, and then to the post, first the willow and then the Europe, and then the grass, often because I don't look like the real Liu Zhenou and reprimanded me. In this crash course, my words are unbeatable. I said, "I'll do my best." ”

The matter has been settled, and I think it's time for her to go. But she sat still, and suddenly she stared into my eyes and asked, "Why don't you talk to me all day long?"

My heart throbbed again, and I was caught off guard by such a straightforward question, and I didn't know how to answer. Ms. Wang, the head teacher, appointed me to sit on the same bench and share a table with her, and I have not taken the initiative to say a word to her for two months. What is the reason? I don't know for a while.

"I have a low level of education. She said, "You look down on me, do you?"

I was misunderstood, and quickly said, "I...... No, no, no!"

"That'...... Am I a tiger or a devil?" she said sarcastically, "afraid I'll eat you!?"

My face burned and I couldn't help but lower my head. I remembered the story I heard in the dormitory about the old monk and the little monk, who threatened the little monk and called the woman a devil, and I seemed to be the poor little monk. I sat on a bench with her, listening to a lecture or doing homework, and I never dared to turn my head to look at her face. She was so pretty, so beautiful that I didn't dare look at her watery eyes. I just pretended to look at her eyes and face casually when she wasn't looking, but I really wanted to talk to her, make eye contact with her, talk or joke as generously as she did with any boy in the class. I can't. The more I thought about it, the more I had to put on a look of unconcerned and unmoved. I have a strong barrier in my heart, a hard shell, and habitual rejection and backlash against all the opposite sex, so I have to hide it and say, "I'm a human being...... Not good at words!"

"Well!" she laughed, "why do you have to be so restrained? Don't you feel uncomfortable yourself? ”

"I'm too ...... Traditional. I said. Her words were talking about my sore spots, but I was actually more painful than she said. I was dragged back to school by her, and the homeroom teacher, Ms. Wang, seriously criticized the mischievous student in the class, and everyone stopped treating me as a joke to my face, but no one was close to me, and my lonely heart was not saved. I said, "I can't socialize......"

She smiled and said earnestly: "Our crash course, we have only been together for two years, and it is rare for everyone to meet together, and after graduation, we will go to work in the east, west, north and south, and it will be difficult to meet again." Is it okay for you to put on such an old-fashioned look? Do you always make a decent appearance? Walk casually, and walk casually, and take that figure-of-eight step! When you speak, you speak briskly, and you chew the words so gently! You see...... I've got everything in my heart for you!"

I smiled embarrassedly, I couldn't imagine how ridiculous I was when I spoke and walked with figure-eight steps, but I knew that the people were dismissive of me putting on the appearance of a serious old pedant. I wanted to tell her that I couldn't walk casually when I was used to walking in eight figures, and that it was difficult to change my habit of chewing words at once, and that my father's painstaking admonition bound me like an iron armor. I said, "Change is going to change, and you still can't change it all at once!"

"Take off your blue cloth robes first!" she said.

"And what am I wearing?" I asked.

"'Lenin's suit' is fashionable now. ”

"Can I wear a 'Lenin suit'?"

"Absolutely. She affirmed, "You are young, you are in good shape, you are wearing a 'Lenin suit', and you look good." ”

"Do you sell ready-made?" I was encouraged, especially when she said that I was in good shape, and that my figure must not be ugly in her opinion, "Can you buy it in Shanmen Town?"

"You change the robe. She said, "There is a tailor's shop in Shanmen Town, and there is still a little left of it for a little money to change it into a 'Lenin suit'." ”

"Then I'll go now!"

"Let's go together, I'll give you a counselor. ”

Three days later, when I returned to the classroom after dinner, she squeezed her eyes at me, which made me feel a secret tacit joy. When she came back from going to the tailor's shop with me to change clothes, she told me that she would keep it a secret for the time being, and that the men and women of the crash course would be surprised as soon as the "Lenin suit" was put on! I couldn't hold back a strange feeling, so I walked out of the school gate with her.

The balding old tailor took out the altered clothes, and took out the rest of the cloth, and gave them to me.

"Try it. She said, "See how it fits?"

I was a little embarrassed, and I took off my robe in front of her, which was not very elegant, so I said, "I'll go back and try." ”

"Try it here, there are places that are not out of size, and the master can change them after seeing them. She said.

"Let's try it!" said the old master.

I couldn't refuse, so I turned my back on her and took off my blue cloth robe, although I had two layers of shirt and pants under my robe, I still couldn't stop feeling confused, as if this blue robe was removed, and all my internal organs were exposed.

She lifted the remade blue "Lenin suit", helped me put it on, and helped me tie the buttons, and I felt the tenderness of that dexterous finger. As soon as I looked down, there were two rows of buttons on my chest, one buttoned and the other entirely ornamental, with two wide collars on either side of my neck.

"Go to the mirror and take a look. The master said.

I stood in front of the dressing mirror, and I was embarrassed to see my strange self. Seriously, I noticed for the first time in the mirror that I was very handsome, with high eyebrows and obvious edges and corners on my face, and I was no longer a feminine teenager like my father scolded me. It's just that dimple that looms in my embarrassed shyness. I saw her standing behind me, unblinking at my face in the mirror, and she looked away in a little panic.

"Very good. She said, "It just fits." ”

When I heard her words, I was a little dissatisfied, even stunned. When she encouraged me to change my clothes, she warmly praised me for being good in the "Lenin suit" because I was in good shape. Now that I'm wearing it, and I already think it's really good, she just says "It's good." Just fit". I wanted to hear her cheers, but there was no more.

Anyway, I felt a sense of relief that I had never felt before. It was as if I had removed my armor from steel and cast iron, and I suddenly felt my whole body stretch. Oh my God! Walking out of the door of the tailor's shop, stepping on the stone-paved streets of Shanmen Town, I can't walk! I took off my blue robe and put on my "Lenin suit", and she couldn't take a step in the figure-eight step, and she lifted her feet and walked very differently, and she just went out, and looked at the way I walked, and laughed, as if she had been suppressed for a long time, and I paid attention to it, and she kept a cautious distance from me in front of the tailor, and did not dare to say anything too enthusiastic.

"Ahh

"Let go, go as you go!Jump up if you want!" she said, as if she was gambling with someone, "Do you dare to jump? Try your guts, Mr. Xu?"

She was provoking me and making fun of me, and I was in a hurry, and I reached out and hit her on the shoulder, and I was immediately stunned. Oh my God, it's unbelievable that I'm messing around with a girl in this crowded town!

"Yes, Mr. Blue Robe dares to beat a schoolgirl! What a progress, liberation!" she sneered at me, making people feel affectionately ridiculed!

I mustered up my courage and jumped up three times in a row, jumped up, waved my arms, and when I fell to the ground, my face was so red that I simply did not look at the faces of the citizens in the street. I said to her, "I'm just liberated today!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she echoed and was very excited, "Why don't you jump? Why don't you talk, laugh or sing? In the old society, let others jump as much as they wanted, laugh and sing to their heart's content, and now that they are liberated, it is our women's turn!"

"I'm not a woman!" I argued.

"You're more feudal than a woman!" she chuckled.

"I don't care what I am," I said with a smile, "I'm free anyway!

"Sing!" she said, "have the courage to sing with me!"

"I won't sing...... "I don't admit that I don't have the courage."

"Follow me!" she said, singing. I walked side by side with her, and sang to the tune of her singing:

The sky in the liberated areas is a clear day,

The people in the liberated areas like it so much.

……

When she was approaching the school gate, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and said in a matter-of-fact manner: "You forgot all the figure-eight steps!"

I was shocked, really, when I walked through the street singing, my footsteps were liberated from the figure-eight steps, free!

The next day, I followed her instructions and wrote the contents of "Living Garden" on the blackboard at the back of the classroom. She handed me a manuscript that I had to arrange according to its content and length, and while reading it, I found a glaring title:

The blue-robed gentleman put on a Lenin suit

I asked, "Who wrote it?"

She said, "Me." ”

I don't know why I'm asking who wrote it! If she hadn't written it, I wouldn't want it to be made public to the class? I couldn't tell for a moment, but I walked to the board with my chalk in my hand.

The whole classroom cheered for this article.