In the second year of junior high school, the school opened a new course called physics. The physics teacher is a mother who looks to weigh about 40 kilograms, is in her early 1.5 meters tall, and has a girl over three years old. In the evening, I like to play table tennis to exercise, play ball and catch the ball at a high level, and I can play a hundred times with many male teachers. Wearing seven-centimeter high heels in class, stretching out her arms and struggling to write with chalk to the beginning of the blackboard, she was probably short-sighted and didn't remember me at all.

But I remember one time, in the second year of junior high school, I scored 86 points in the physics paper, but I only scored 50 points on the score list, which was the same as another girl with the same name and different surname in my class.

But at that time, I didn't want to be found out, I didn't want to care about test scores, and I didn't want others to see that I cared about grades very much, so I didn't bother to correct the mistakes on the ranking list, and I didn't bother to be discovered.

It was just that during the parent-teacher conference, my mother went, and after she saw the results, she asked me why I only got 50 points in the physics test, which is the lowest score in all subjects, so I took out the physics test paper and wanted to change the score.

Then, my homeroom teacher told my physics teacher, and my physics teacher explained the reason in class and didn't notice me. Maybe she noticed me, but because of the mistakes she made before, she may have apologized for me in her heart. I don't care, I don't want to be noticed anyway, and I'm very calm, and nothing happens and it passes.

At the end of the third month, since my physics paper was rated with a full score, it was really like throwing a squib to my physics teacher, I was discovered by my physics teacher, as if a terrible event frightened her, she couldn't stop telling other teachers, I was like a dark horse, as if I jumped from 50 to achieve a full score. What's even more surprising is that she later found out that there was a double choice question in the standard answer that was wrong, and I happened to choose the wrong two options, AD.

This feeling was a bit out of control for her. My physics teacher explained that my way of thinking was the same as that of the person who produced the papers.

Deep down, it's out of control. When I got the paper, Wu Yang asked me that I had no idea how I chose that question and how I would get a perfect score. I tried hard to explain, but I couldn't understand it, and I didn't like it.

I just have a good memory and remember the feeling of choosing that question, but I don't know why I chose it.

I once read an article by Bi Shumin, which mentioned that she had a very good memory when she was in junior high school, especially when she memorized English essays, she could remember a lot of English words at once, and she was very proud after writing silently, and she forgot it all every other day.

After I got the physics paper, I carefully read every question, especially the multiple-choice questions. I forgot faster. I don't remember why I chose the right option for each question at the same time during the exam, but I roughly estimated that this probability plus the probability that the person who made the right question would make a mistake was almost zero.

But why did I choose the right one?

I didn't understand the questions, I just carefully handed over a physics workbook sent to me by the school and completed it on time according to the chapters. Then, patiently, I found some patterns in it, and when I released this inexplicable feeling in my heart, I forgot about it. For some reason, it's usually the one that releases the piece and forgets which one.

Then, I also found a problem in my physics paper, although I counted the amount of work done by the object, I did not express the unit of work. In fact, this also reflects the problem that I don't understand the concept of doing gong in the first place. I just memorized the formula, and some things were overlooked. For example, units.

Adults often don't pay much attention to this kind of detail because they are always happy to believe in the good side, or when I expose more problems and are discovered, they will notice that from the perspective of physics, they can't treat children's mistakes scientifically.

I learned this feeling very quickly, but it made me anxious, and I couldn't tell the unexplained anxiety in physics class, and this emotion distracted me.

Then, there was no new breakthrough in my physics grades, and I began to follow a wavy line of decreasing, up and down until it was below the level of my conscious effort, and I felt that I was not saved, so I didn't even bother to do the exercise book.

Maybe it was from that moment that I subconsciously felt that Einstein was very clever and invented physics, but physics still couldn't solve the problems I encountered, and at the same time, being clever couldn't solve the problems. But my mind has always thought that I was the smartest child.

Because I have something in common with Einstein, such as we are both left-handed, we both had the same experience when we were children, we both had a lot of strange thoughts in our hearts, and we had ADHD in our childhood, and we couldn't express it. Luckily, he had a mom who understood him, and his mom told him, "You just have your brain spinning faster than your hands." And I have a dad who understands me, and my dad says, "I am a lucky star, a child who can shine on the lintel".

My dad likes Buddhism, and in my opinion, these things can't be explained clearly by Einstein in science, and I don't understand them, but I can accept Buddhism, because Buddhism is what my dad likes.

I used to look at him with great bewilderment on those hard days, and he could sit calmly at the table where I used to learn to read, and count the good things in the middle of the afternoon.

This confuses me even more. I had been standing beside him in confusion, wandering to ask him, but I didn't dare to ask anything. He seemed to see my thoughts, and then said to me with a smile on his face, "Reading these books is just for fun, and you'll understand it when you grow up." In a hard life, people's hearts must have sustenance. ”

At that point, I didn't know how to ask an adult a question, because I just wanted to know what it was like. After a few busy days, I rarely have a moment of leisure, I want to rest, my mother is busy and miserable, but my dad sits there with relish and reads leisurely. I'm very envious, I also want to read books, read Buddhist books, I can't understand them at all. Then I read my favorite book, but my mind was also confused, and I wondered why I felt that way. But there are no words for me to express it, so I can only put a knife in my heart.

My dad likes to tinker with things that are strange in the eyes of the world, and I think it's weird too. For example, when my mother felt that she couldn't eat enough, she hung a gourd on the wall, bought some pixiu as an ornament, and pasted a symbol behind the door to ward off evil spirits. Measure my brother's bedside, hang three brushes, write on the lamp: "Study hard", buy a book for the New Year, and then let my mother burn the book, so angry that my mother stomped her feet.

My dad said that he could gather wealth, block evil spirits, make my brother love to study, and dispel my mother's anger. Until the house was renovated, the gourd didn't know where it was lost, and I didn't see any signs of wealth in my family, and I didn't even see any signs.

Not to mention the wealth, the evil spirit, and my mother's anger, I didn't find anything.

Mainly talk about my brother, my brother liked to sing for a while, my father didn't let my brother sing at home, what did it affect his studies. One day the ghost cried wolf. Not good at studying.

And then he fiddled with it, my brother's luck. As a result, my brother didn't like to study anymore, and he even angrily confronted my dad and tore off the brush and threw it in a drawer. Then, I didn't like the lamp anymore. My dad warned my brother that you were moving and I would clean you up.

I can't tell you clearly, my dad didn't beat my brother again, because my dad is the best person in my eyes, how can he beat a child, I only remember my brother crying, very sad crying. Because he loves to sing, he sings so beautifully.

I don't know why I haven't been able to sing, but there was a song that was so nice when it first came out, it was called Invisible Wings. And my brother used to sing at home at that time, and when he hadn't changed his voice, it felt like a natural sound to me. Then I said to my brother, "The angel wings you sing are so beautiful, you teach me, I want to learn too." However, my brother corrected me and said that it was an invisible wing, but I still couldn't remember it, and said that it was an angel's wing. He corrected him several times, but I kept saying that it was an angel's wings. He had no choice but to smile and say, "Well, the angel's wings are the angel's wings." Then, in our valley field, he taught me to sing the song one by one. Since then, I have only learned to sing.

Then, I thought my brother was very pitiful, he liked to sing, but my dad couldn't understand it. I can't get my dad to understand my brother. I'm starting to feel sorry for my brother.

After this incident, I secretly took the brush and the lamp to my writing desk like treasures, and after a while, I didn't like these two treasures either. And then I didn't know how to put it in that corner.

And my brother still likes to sing, since my father changed my brother's luck, my brother did not love to study before, but after graduation, after experiencing several employment failures, he began to read seriously. I like to study, but my grades have not improved, and I like to read literary books, but I haven't changed much.