When I stood at the front of the classroom and the class teacher introduced me to the class, I was almost embarrassed.

When Mr. Wang, the head teacher, led me into the classroom with a wooden sign of "Crash Class 2", there was a burst of laughter in the whole classroom, and the laughter almost knocked me down. I immediately lowered my head, this greeting was too embarrassing. The head teacher waved his hand, slowly and happily persuaded everyone not to laugh, and then briefly introduced my name and age to everyone, hoping that everyone and I would help each other and do a good job in studying. I lowered my head, and I was not satisfied with the head teacher, and in the face of a living person, these people laughed and talked wildly like this, it was too rude! You don't give strict instructions as a gentleman, but only lightly persuade you, like what? When you introduced, the classroom was still muttering and talking, what kind of words was this? What kind of teaching order? It was too lax!

After the class teacher finished the introduction, a male student stood up and said that he welcomed me to join the group, and he was about the class leader. He also looked casual: "Welcome Xu Shenxing to study in our class, win glory for the second class of the crash course, and contribute to the education of the motherland......! Mr. Blue Robe!" immediately burst into a loud noise in the classroom, and the applause and laughter were mixed together, and it was very chaotic!

I heard Mr. Wang, the head teacher, also laughing. I can't tolerate his laughter, he's a gentleman after all. He laughed and said, "Don't laugh, classmates, and don't give new classmates nicknames......"

I now understand why everyone laughed, laughing at my blue cloth robe and top hat. I immediately realized the difference between me and all my classmates, the boys and girls all wore uniforms or plain shirts and octagonal hats, and the girls wore short neck-length hair or double braids. In Yangxu Village, the costumes of the three new gentlemen became the subject of curiosity and discussion, and became the monster that my father ridiculed. In the classroom of the second crash course of the normal school, my outfit became an antique monster! Fortunately, the head teacher pointed out an empty seat to me, and I immediately walked down from the podium to escape the embarrassing place where everyone laughed. I walked over to my seat, and there was a girl sitting in the seat, and she smiled at me and welcomed me to the table. My heart skipped a beat, this girl was so beautiful, and she had watery eyes. I didn't dare to take a second look, and my mind immediately reflected the foreign woman who Yang Guinian's second son was repatriated from Henan to Yangxu Village, and immediately reflected my father's warning: Fairy! Ghost! About this girl at the same table, this goblin ghost, has become a person who has had a profound impact on my life, I will talk about the entanglement with her later!

I didn't look at her and sat down in my seat. Take out the study utensils from the bag and place them in the table drawer. At this time, my scalp was cold, and someone took off my top hat.

I had just shaved my head before I left, and my bare bald head must have been ugly, and the classroom was filled with laughter. I got angry, turned my head in resentment, looking for the mischief, and I didn't even hesitate to tear my face and give him a sorry word, how could I joke like this? I didn't find the hat, but I saw all the happy smiling faces looking at me. When I turned around, I saw the top hat on top of her, my tablemate, grimacing at everyone.

I don't know what to do. The black top hat was buttoned above her head, and a long row of black hair appeared underneath, which seemed to be funny, but made her look very good. I couldn't let out the anger I had gathered in my heart, and I was embarrassed to take it from her head. In the brief moment of my hesitation, I don't know who in the back row removed the top of her head and put it on his own head. After that, my top hat was taken away by many ** and worn on the top of the heads of boys and girls in turn. I couldn't stand the insult, so I sat down on the stool angrily and ignored it.

She finally sensed that she had gone a little too far, left her seat, snatched her hat from a corner of the classroom, came from behind, buckled it on my head, said "I'm sorry," and sat down.

I didn't move, I didn't look at her, and I was speechless to show my anger. It's so uneducated! A big girl, as soon as she meets someone for the first time, snatches someone else's hat and puts it on her head, like what kind of words?

And there are embarrassing things. To eat, you have to rush to the dining hall, serve the rice bowl, line up with chopsticks, and go to the window to eat in turn. I stood in the queue and felt awkward. The students who had already eaten in front of them, because there was no restaurant, squatted in the courtyard in groups, talking and laughing while eating, and the female students were also sandwiched in a pile, smiling with their mouths full of food. I was very uncomfortable, these boys and girls who had gone through two years of intensive training were soon going to be teachers, but they were so informal. When I was at home, my father admonished me from a young age about the rules of eating, that I could only sit down after my elders had sat down, that I could only catch chopsticks after everyone else had picked up the chopsticks, that I could only hold them after others had put their hands on the plate for the first time, that we should not stick out our tongue when eating, that we should not open our mouths too widely, that we should not make a noise when chewing, and that we should not open our mouths to speak when filling up food. Now, look at the appearance of these future gentlemen when they eat! With their mouths open and smiling, a pimple on their cheeks, and the sound of eating, drinking, and chewing all over the yard is exactly like the "old bowl meeting" of the country farmers in the village alleys, without the slightest bit of Sven as a gentleman should be.

I fought, holding the bowl, but I couldn't squat down, so I simply brought it back to the classroom. Walking through the rows of classrooms, I heard a suppressed giggle behind me, and when I turned around, I saw a string of classmates behind my buttocks, imitating my walking posture, with my waist straight, my head tilted, and a ridiculous figure-eight step...... They burst into laughter. I couldn't help it, I thought they were rude, but they thought I was funny, and they made fun of me everywhere! I went back to the classroom and lost my appetite.

I still can't forget the first night I spent in the dormitory of the Normal School.

This kind of dormitory is the first time I've seen it. A row of houses, with windows on both sides, nailed into two rows of planks, leaving a walkway in the middle, and another floor upstairs. Each man folded his mattress into narrow locks and crowded into the beds. I spread a bedding in my class's precinct. Although the weather was late autumn, it was not cold, and one by one, the young men took off only a pair of pants, scrubbed on the walkway, and poured dirty water into the seepage well outside.

I felt even more awkward, sitting on the bed, looking at the exposed bodies of male features, and feeling sorry for them. I haven't spent the night outside since I became sensible. Even in summer, my father was not allowed to wear short sleeves and shorts, and even socks and shoes were neatly dressed, and his muscles that could not be exposed were not exposed. Now, looking at so many ** naked male bodies, I find it even more difficult to take off my clothes and untie my pants in person.

I quietly undressed and quickly got into the quilt, but I couldn't sleep, and the sound of laughter and noise was like a sparrow's nest, and many people could laugh and make everyone laugh.

The lights-out bell rang, and the horse lantern was blown out by the dormitory director, and the dormitory was quiet.

A small, hoarse but clear voice spread through the dormitory, like the broadcast of a foreign radio station that one hears in the quiet of the night—

"There is an ancient temple in Nanshan, where an old monk and a little monk live, the old monk leads the little monk, chanting all day long, cultivating self-cultivation, and bent on cultivating to become an immortal. The little monk was originally an abandoned orphan picked up by the old monk, homeless and rootless, and grew up in front of the old monk's knees. The old monk loves him for ten minutes, and the discipline is also very strict, every first month on the fifteenth day of the ancient temple's incense festival, the little monk is pushed to the apse, locked up, and he is not allowed to see the woman who enters the incense, so as not to be tempted. The little monk has grown to the age of twenty, and he has never seen the opposite sex, and he is very innocent. The old monk is very proud of cultivating a real person with a pure heart, who will never be impregnated by worldly lust.

In order to test the purity of this little monk, the old monk led him down the mountain and walked into the bustling Xi'an East Street.

The old monk suddenly found that the little monk was gone, and when he turned around, the little monk stood on the side of the crossroads, staring blankly at a beautiful woman, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth hung on his chest. When the old monk saw this, he was so angry that his face was crooked, and he walked up quickly, and it was not good to attack in front of the people on the street, so he said fiercely: 'It's the devil!'

"The little monk smiled stupidly: 'How cute the devil is! I want a devil .......'"

In the dormitory, there was a suppressed laughter upstairs and downstairs. My heart palpitated, as if the storyteller was specifically alluding to my compilation. The hoarse voice continued—

The old monk led the little monk back to the monastery and taught him a hard lesson for three days and three nights, saying how hateful and hateful the devil was. The little monk didn't know what was going on in his heart, and his mouth expressed his hatred for the devil. After the old monk calmed down, he thought of the shortcomings of his education methods, and it was not enough to only adopt the method of isolation, and the little monk should be allowed to exercise his heart of stone in the woman's nest.

On the day of the incense, the old monk asked the little monk to sit cross-legged on both sides of the altar like himself, clasping his hands and closing his eyes. In order to test whether the little monk saw the woman who entered the incense had a floating heart, he placed a drum on the little monk's lap. In order to avoid the suspicion of the little monk, he also put a drum on his leg.

The old monk opened his eyelids slightly, and when he saw the little monk's eyes closed, he closed his eyes. After a while, the old monk heard a drum sound of 'dong' on the other side, and his heart was shocked, and he secretly cursed: "This kid's heart is moved! In the midst of righteousness and hatred, I heard two drums in a row......

"After the incense is finished, the tourists are gone. The old monk asked, 'What is the drum?' The little monk bowed his head and was silent, ashamed and embarrassed, and it was difficult to speak.

The little monk admired the master very much for practicing the real skills, and he never heard the drum, so he knelt down and pleaded guilty. After pleading guilty, he didn't see the old monk get up, so he was courteous and went to move the drum on the old monk's leg. Unexpectedly, the side of the drum was poked into a big hole......"

The sudden burst of laughter finally attracted the reprimand of the teacher on duty.

My face was full of shame, these uneducated people, who were going to be teachers in the future, told such obscene stories in the dormitory, it was too rude! I always suspected that the storyteller was insinuating me, no, it was simply insulting my personality!

I was depressed and lonely. When I walk, some people imitate and laugh behind my back, I speak, some imitate and make fun of me, and I am so at a loss that I don't even know what to say, and I won't go away. My biggest headaches are music and physical education. When I opened my mouth to sing, everyone laughed, saying that my voice was "apostrophe", and even the music teacher laughed. Physical education class was even more uncomfortable, and when I wore a robe to receive basketball training from the PE teacher, the PE teacher laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight...... Every time I took these two classes, I called in sick.

A long month passed, and I had no happiness or warmth, and all my habits were out of order. In order to avoid the ridicule of others, I stayed in the classroom all day to avoid the ridicule of the students outside the class. I lost the confidence to continue studying, and when I think about it, it's really hard to grind to the end. I finally decided to drop out of school and go home to work as a farmer.

As soon as I entered the classroom in the morning, I saw a lot of students watching in front of the blackboard on the back wall. This blackboard is the "living garden", the propaganda position of the good people and good deeds of the class, and there is about some news. I walked up to me and saw that in the "New Classmates Profile" column, there was a joke written on me. Because the students of this crash course are uneven, and there are constantly students introduced from all sides, so there is a "new classmates introduction column" here. Someone changed the text of my introduction to it like this:

"Xu Shenxing, the word hole is fifty-six. Male, 22 years old. Nationality: Confucius Mansion, Shandong. Known as Mr. Blue Robe, he is actually the widow of the Confucian family......"

The whole classroom was grinning at me.

I didn't have a good seizure, so I walked out of the classroom, asked the class teacher for sick leave, came back and packed up the books and utensils, and said to the class leader that I had asked for sick leave, and went back to the dormitory.

I packed my bags and walked out the back door as I sat down in the silence of the campus. After hurrying through the streets and alleys of Shanmen Town, where the school is located, I walked east along the low embankment of the small river. It was like shaking off the thorns on my back, and I finally escaped from the pesky sneering eyes. Seriously, they can't tolerate me, I can't get used to them! They can't tolerate me, and I can't tolerate their rude and uneducated behavior!

As I walked, I heard someone calling my name behind me, and it was a woman's voice. As soon as I turned around, I stood in amazement, and my tablemate Tian Fang was panting and running up.

"You...... Why do you want to leave?" she ran over and stopped, her hands on her hips, panting, her watery eyes filled with anger, surprise and tenderness, "Huh?

"I don't want to go further. "I'm dead and calm.

"That's not going to work, you have to go back and talk to the head teacher. She lowered one hand, the other still crossed at her waist, "not even disciplined!"

"Who are you?" I don't care, "whatever?"

"I'm a class cadre!" she said with a straight face.

I just remembered that she was a member of the propaganda committee in the class. I smiled disdainfully and said, "I'm going home to work on the crops!"

"The country has just been liberated, and there is a shortage of people's teachers everywhere. She said, "** Collecting young people with a little culture everywhere and training them intensively cannot meet the needs of rural schools." You're good...... Be a deserter!"

I thought, if the country needs me like this, why are you bullying me? I still looked into the distance and insisted on leaving.

"Chairman Mao of the Communist Party led us to make a revolution, turned over, liberated, and freed! Everyone studied together, how happy!" She was propagating to me, "The classmates in our class are all children of poor families, if it weren't for liberation, would you be so free? How can you go back?"

I have long been accustomed to hearing these big truths, but when she poured out, it was not preaching, there was true feelings. When she saw that I didn't look back, she pulled the quilt from my back and said, "I came back from seeing a doctor in Shanmen Town, and when I saw you walking out from the east end of the street, I will give you a ride." If I don't get rid of you, I will lose the sense of responsibility of the class cadres. If you must leave, you should go back with me and say hello to the head teacher......"

I had to walk back to school with her.