The Pure Years (Novella) Zhang Baotong 2016.1.2

After hearing this, Yuxiu said, "It's pretty good!" I really didn't expect you to make such rapid progress after only half a year of teaching. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Zhu Fafen became more and more proud, but said modestly, "There is no way, I not only have to learn by myself, but also have to teach students." Then, he said, "Sister Xiu, if you don't write a poem, I'll compose it into a tune for the students to learn to sing." ”

Yuxiu said, "I don't know how to write poetry, and I have never written poetry. ”

Zhu Fafen said, "You and Chen Jie have been together for a long time, but I'm afraid that just the edification will also be edified." As he spoke, he handed the notebook and pen to Yuxiu's hand.

Yuxiu was embarrassed and said, "I really can't write poetry. However, he had already taken the notebook and pen in his hand.

She thought about it for a moment, then wrote. Then, he handed it to Zhu Fafen and said, "Don't laugh." ”

Zhu Fafen took the notebook in his hand and read it aloud:

Cuckoo spring dawn, clouds flying rain slanting,

There are two yellow orioles, laughing and laughing;

You say you love me,

In the spring when the mountains are full of flowers.

A few degrees of spring, the sunset is lovely,

The night is long, true love is hard to give up,

You say you love me,

In the spring when the mountains are full of flowers.

After reading it, Zhu Fafen was full of praise and said, "Excellent, excellent, really talented as a poet." As he spoke, he said to Yuxiu, "Okay, you sit down first, and I'll compose music for your poems." ”

Yuxiu smiled and said, "Don't be so serious. Then, he reminded him, "Don't teach this kind of thing to your students." ”

In the afternoon of the next day, Yuxiu was weeding in the field, and her little sister Yuxiang came to the field to call her, "Sister, our teacher Zhu is here, I have something to do with you." ”

Yuxiu came out of the field, washed the mud from her hands and feet by the canal, and returned home. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhu Fafen wearing a white really good shirt and blue pants. There was also a pen in his pocket. The face is washed white and clean, and the hair is combed smoothly, and the appearance looks quite delicate and sven. But seeing him sitting at the small table in the hall waiting for her, while his mother sat in front of the door sewing clothes, neither bringing tea and water to others, nor looking up to show others, this made Yuxiu feel very bad. Yuxiu felt that her mother was too snobbish, disliked the poor and loved the rich, looked at people and acted, saw that his family composition was not good, and she was poor, and she came to find Yuxiu, so naturally she didn't have a good face.

Yuxiu immediately greeted Zhu Fafen politely, and poured tea and water. Zhu Fafen drank tea while blowing the composed tune to Yuxiu with a flute. However, as soon as he blew one or two sounds, his mother cried out, "Don't blow in front of me, and make me feel restless." ”

Yuxiu wanted to be angry with her mother, but because there were guests, she held back, so she had to call Zhu Fafen to her house and close the door. Zhu Fafen played the tune of Yuxiu's poem on the flute, and then sang the song affectionately and passionately. The tune is really good, tactful and long, with deep longing and sadness, so that Yuxiu listens to it, and feels that her wounded heart has a trace of comfort. At the same time, it also made Yuxiu a little impressed by this classmate who was not eye-catching in the past. She asked, somewhat surprised, "How did you compose the song?" ”

He said, "One is inspiration, the second is understanding, and the third is accumulation. Your poem is a reminiscence and yearning for love, so you should be more sad and tragic, slow and affectionate. Then, put that feeling out in musical notes. ”

After a while, I heard someone smash the threshold with a chair. Yuxiu knew that it was his father who had returned, and he couldn't bear to let his pampered baby daughter be with a son he didn't like. The reason why he was able to do such extreme behavior was because he cared too much about her future happiness and did not consider how she felt now.

Yuxiu felt that her father's approach was too much, and she really wanted to get angry and quarrel with her father, but she couldn't quarrel with him in front of the guests, which would make the guests too unable to get off the stage. So, she said to Zhu Fafen, "My father can't see the sons come to me, otherwise, you don't want to come over in the future, I'll go to you if I have something." ”

As soon as Zhu Fafen went out, his father slammed the door open and shouted loudly, "This guy that no one wants, you pick it up is a treasure." I'm afraid you won't be able to find him again? "Since the marriage with Gao Baolin's family blew the lamp, my father has often had a show, and he has not been nervous about her.

She was so angry that she said to her father, "What's the problem? I'm afraid that others won't know that He Yuxiu and her father are not normal? ”

The father himself was irritable, and when he heard her say this, he roared, "You can't look down on introducing you to decent people, you will bring the cow ghost and snake god home." How do I not get nervous? ”

Yuxiu said, "Zhu Fafen is a teacher who is a teacher, how can he be a cow ghost and snake god?" ”

The father said, "Aren't his parents landlords? Isn't the landlord a cow ghost and a snake god? ”

Yuxiu said, "Chairman Mao said that you can't choose your background, but you can choose your path." Zhu Fafen is taking the proletarian road and teaching the children of peasant families, why do you say that people are cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods? ”

My father had nothing to say, so he argued, "Just like him, thin and weak, a scholar, he can only play the flute, play with his mouth, his body is not diligent, and he does not distinguish between grains, what is the use of this kind of person?" ”

Yuxiu said, "You work in the field to earn work, and other people's teaching is also to earn work." You use physical labor, but people use mental labor, why do you say that people are useless? ”

The father was speechless, so he said brutally, "I have no culture, I can't say you, you want to be with him, I just don't agree." ”

Yuxiu said, "I'm in charge of my own affairs, don't worry about you." ”

The father was even more annoyed and cried out, "You are my daughter, and I will take care of it." If you run to the edge of the sky, I will take care of it. ”

Yuxiu said, "Shouting all day long makes the family have no peace, and I'm not afraid of being embarrassed by others." So saying, he went out the door.

One evening a few days later, Zhu Fafen made an appointment with Yuxiu on the bank of the Luojiang River and gave her a poem he had written. Yuxiu looked at the poem and was taken aback, it read:

Gift to Comrade He Yuxiu:

When the morning light first shines,

My heart intoxicates your freshness;

Because I love you.

When night comes,

My heart enchants your beauty,

Because I love you.

No one had ever written her a love letter, and it was so bold and so straightforward. Even if Chen Jie was so good to her in the past, he never wrote a love letter to her. And she had only been dating him for about ten days, and he confessed to her so boldly, which surprised her. Although she has a good impression of him and has some good feelings, she has not yet reached the level of really liking him, or even falling in love with him. So, she gave him back the poem, saying, "Don't be so explicit, we've only been in contact for a short time, and we're just ordinary friends." ”

Zhu Fafen looked a little embarrassed, took the poem back and put it in his jacket pocket, and said, "You don't like me?" ”

Yuxiu emphasized again, "We are just ordinary friends, and we can't say whether we like it or not." And whether you like it or not is not to say it with your mouth, but to feel and express it with your heart. ”

Zhu Fafen said aggrievedly, "I am expressing this with my heart." ”

Yuxiu said, "Your expression is too sudden, I can't accept it for a while." ”

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