Winter is gone, spring is coming again. After the Chinese New Year, the winter vacation of the sixth grade is over, and when the school starts again, I changed schools, where did I go?

Nishimura, at this time, the homeroom teacher who taught the sixth grade graduating class was my uncle, who was my mother's older brother. My uncle has a high school degree, although he didn't graduate from high school, and he can write calligraphy, if the Cultural Revolution hadn't delayed him, he might have achieved more than just a paper-binding person. At that time, my uncle was considered a highly educated and literate person in their village, and the head of their village specially invited him to teach the graduating class in their school.

My uncle doesn't have much teaching experience, but no matter how bad he is, he is better than the yellow-haired girl who didn't graduate from junior high school in our school, and the math teacher in their school is a regular teacher who graduated from a normal school, a very strict young ...... Now I am told that she was a young girl in her early twenties, who was not yet married, but in my eyes at that time, she was already a mature old woman, stern and mean.

My uncle and this young female math teacher left me with a terrible nightmare for the last half of my primary school career, which was like purgatory on earth. Their teaching mode, that is, devilish, purgatory-style, half a month after the start of school, all the textbooks were taught in one go, and then, purgatory came, every day in addition to doing questions is memorization, in addition to memorization is to do questions, my mother, ten classes a day, five in the morning, five in the afternoon, where are there any self-study classes? Where can you secretly sing "One Cut Plum" in class?

Their students seem to have adapted to it, but I don't feel comfortable, it's like falling from heaven to hell all at once, and I can't keep up with their learning pace and progress, and it can be said that the stupidest big fools in the class are better than me.

At noon, the math teacher watched us do the problems with the rice bowl, of course, when the math teacher watched us do the problems with the rice bowl, there were few people left in the class, and the rest were all big fools, including me, I don't think I was a big fool, but I couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

In the afternoon, until seven or eight o'clock in the evening, my uncle watched us memorize the texts with his rice bowl, sometimes he wrote what he felt after reading, I felt that my uncle was a little confused, as long as the texts were not fluent, pause slightly, wave his hand, go back and continue to memorize, and come back again when the back is familiar, want to pee, hold back, no sense of embarrassment, you don't know how to study well, just like the private school in the past, just like the private school in the past, you almost took the ring ruler to smoke.

After reading the same article, others wrote it and passed, and went home, and other classmates took his original copy and copied it, and the classmate also passed it, and also went home, and when I copied it again, I didn't pass, and I went back to write it again, why is there such a big gap, I feel that my uncle's Cultural Revolution gave people stupid and confused.

In the second half of sixth grade, I really don't know how I survived, but I remember that I learned to hold my pee at that time. At that time, I was tormented, and I didn't even want Hu Huihui to sing "A Cut Plum".

Finally, the sixth grade is finally over, and then the summer vacation is over, and to be honest, I don't remember what I did that summer, maybe the purgatory-style school really left me with some shadows, and it almost caused me to lose my memory.

At that time, I only remember that when the summer vacation was almost over, my father took me to several junior high schools to register for exams, but the results were not very satisfactory, mainly because the words I wrote were big and ugly, and none of the schools would accept me. As for my parents, they don't want me to go to the worst counterpart middle school in the West Village. For a while, where I went to junior high school became a big problem for our family.

Seeing that the school was about to start, Wang Sihe came to his father, he said that he had found a school for the children of Qiangshun to go to junior high school, although the quality of teaching there was not very good, but it was much better than the middle school in Xicun, and asked my father if he would like me to go to that school, and when my father heard it, he nodded and agreed.

At that time, there were four of them, including me, Qiang Shun, Xiaoqing (Zhang Yongqing), Xinjian (Li Wenjin), we were all classmates in the same village, and we all played from childhood to adulthood.

I remember that it seemed to be nine years of compulsory education at that time, but if we didn't go to the right school and went to another school, we had to pay a borrowing fee, and each of us had to pay a borrowing fee of 200 yuan per semester, which was 400 yuan a year.

In this factory and mine children's school, except for a few of us, all of them are citizens of the children, these children are born with a golden rice bowl to ensure the harvest of drought and flood, which is higher than our soil planing children, we are very normal to be looked down upon by them when we go there, especially a few of us are still wearing patched clothes, our mother's mille-feuille black cloth shoes, in a physical education class, not even a decent sneaker, the teacher told us that we can't go to physical education class without sneakers.

It was at that moment that I realized what it was like to be looked down upon, what it was like to be despised for patched clothes, and when I got home, I pestered my mom and told my mom that I would never wear patches again......

In that children's school, the four of us are like four wild children, always playing some games that those children can't accept, they play basketball with their hands, we kick with our feet, they kick football with their feet, we pounce on it, when we are in school, the conditions are poor, the school is just a football, whoever grabs who plays, when they get to others, this bad habit still can't be changed. Every day, their hands and faces are dirty, and everyone is clean, and I'm sure they haven't played with urine and. We poured the shells out of the dung heap and burned them for food.

However, the girls in their school were indeed more beautiful than our rural schools, with long white faces, well-dressed clothes, and the superior temperament that was unique to the citizens in the past.

It's just that no matter how good and amazing those girls are, for me, I don't feel it at all, I really don't feel it at all, I am infatuated with Hu Huihui in my heart, I was also a woman at the same table at the time, and I don't know which point is a little similar to Hu Huihui, so I always use her to quench my thirst.

I don't have feelings for those girls, it doesn't mean that the three of them don't feel it, Xiaoqing is not as fond of our rural people as we are in the class. You don't want to think about it, what grade we are, when we were children, we played with urine and, what did people play with when they were young, and what did they eat? Have you ever seen what a cookie looks like? The toad wanted to eat swan meat, although Xiaoqing's appearance was not bad, not like a toad, but I thought so at the time. Don't say that I have low self-esteem, I am sober-minded and recognize reality.

The girls here are obviously much more open than our rural ones, and they are all precocious, Xiaoqing likes the flowers in that class, and she can't escape the eyes of the girls in the class, and I don't know when, the girls in the class know. So, the girls are like teasing a fool, always teasing him, this kid doesn't know how to tease, and his face is red when he teases, which always causes a group of girls to laugh very.

Maybe in Xiaoqing's opinion, it's a kind of happiness, but in my opinion, it's a kind of naked teasing and humiliation.

The experience I want to talk about next has something to do with the class of flowers that Xiaoqing likes, the name of this class flower, I still remember - Li Fang, this is a real name, this girl I am not afraid to use her real name, because it is not certain whether she is alive or not now. At that time, there happened to be a popular song "Xiaofang" sung by Liu Chunbo, how to sing it, there was a girl named Xiaofang in the village, who was good-looking and kind. This Li Fang's nickname is also called Xiaofang, Xiaoqing's infatuation with her may also have this relationship, but unfortunately this Li Fang is not a big braid, I can't remember what it looks like, I just remember that she has shawl hair, very white skin, and looks like a movie star, especially temperamental, by the way, I think of it, it is a little similar to the TV series star Liu Yifei.

This Li Fang not only has the charm to attract boys, but also attracts girls, girls are centered on her, what clothes she wears, those girls ask their families to buy them clothes, what hairstyles she combs, and other girls also follow her hairstyles, leading the fashion trend of the girls in the class.

The girls in the class not only teased Xiaoqing, but also came to tease me when they were bored. Once, a few girls came to me and said, Li Fang praised you, said that your English letters are very beautiful, I said in my heart, go to your mother's, who doesn't know that my handwriting is big and ugly.

In my eyes, no one is as beautiful as Hu Huihui!

Later, it seemed to be the second half of the first semester of junior high school, the school started night school, and school was released at 9 o'clock every night. When the school was in the evening, we were stretched thin, far from home, and there were many cars on the road, so it was especially unsafe to go home at night. As for the parents of several of us, they rented a small house next to the school for the four of us.

Except for water and electricity, there was nothing good in that little house, it was small and dark, and it was dilapidated, not only us, but many other homes in the neighborhood were exactly the same as the house we lived in, and these people who lived in it were all citizens, all of them were workers in their factories and mines.

As soon as I lived in that dilapidated and low-rise house, I realized that these so-called "citizens" were only glamorous on the outside, and their lives were actually not very good. The whole area, looking at the past, looks like a slum, low houses next to each other, and face to face, door to door, two rows and two rows, I dreamed yesterday that there were asbestos tiles, how embarrassed and embarrassed.

In the middle of the two rows of houses, there is only one aisle less than two meters wide, and the aisle is full of briquettes, garbage, and bicycles. When I go to bed at night, I can hear the cough next door clearly, and sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can hear the heavy wheezing of men and women, and I don't sleep in the middle of the night and it is so disturbing.

Come to think of it, these "citizens" are pathetic enough, and I really doubt how they gave birth to such beautiful daughters.

After going to night school for a while, the school refuses to let you go to school, maybe you feel that it has no effect, and it is a waste of resources and money. However, the rent of the small house we live in has already been paid, and we will not give it back, so we can only continue to live.

It was summer, and we didn't even have an electric fan in our little house, like a steamer. Just because of the heat, I can't sleep, Xiaoqing just pulled us around this area, that class of flowers Li Fang's family also lives in this area, Xiaoqing hopes to meet her when he wanders around, in my opinion, this child is really terminally ill.

In the outermost of the two rows of houses we lived, even at the mouth of the alley, there lived a little old man, who was retired at the time, in his fifties, with no children or daughters, and an old bachelor.

The old man was very low, and he still had a handful of white goatee on his chin, an absolute goatee, more than ten centimeters long, and it was rare to see people with goatees at that time, this old man was an alternative, and this man was as obscene as his beard. Sometimes, I joke with Xiaoqing, why does this old man look so much like you, and you are not a "hater".

Xiaoqing is always very unhappy and says, you are big.

In the evening of this day, we haven't eaten yet, Xiaoqing pulled us out again, and after a while, a few people went to the food stall on the road outside to buy a few fried buns, while eating, and then wandered around in this slum, at this time, Xiaoqing suddenly stabbed me with his fingers of oil that had pinched the fried buns, and said with joy: "Look at it, look at it, Li Fang!" ”

The blind cat killed the mouse, and it really hit him once