"You say, it's really that yellow ...... today Did Huang Xuemin ask Mu Zheng to apologize for him? Ye Ruiyang asked at the dinner table.

"People call Huang Minxue. Aren't you afraid that he will suddenly appear behind you again? ”

"It's not surprising that the rats come out of nowhere."

"If his dad stands behind you, see if you dare to call him that."

Crosstalk is here again. Ye Ruiyang really went back to check.

"I think Mr. Huang is very good, he speaks well in class, he never drags the class, and he seems to be able to play basketball?" Miller said.

Except for Mingming, we are all in the second and third shifts, which everyone agrees on.

"I think Mu Zheng and his personality are quite different, and the relationship between the two is so good, which is quite rare." Mingming.

"Personality differences complement each other, don't they?" Ye Ruiyang is asking for other people's opinions again. However, it was just a habit, and he already had a positive answer in his heart.

"Do you complement Brother Chuan?" Miller asked.

"I'm talking about friends, not fathers and sons."

Is the greatest pleasure of these two people every day to take turns being each other's fathers?

Miller quietly poked me with his elbow: "The two of us seem to be quite close in personality, right?" ”

I smiled.

"You said, if we really enter the school team and Huang Min learns to become a teammate, can you accept his style? deliberately looking for fouls, provocations, and a little bit of action...... "obviously asked very seriously."

"I can do it all. There's no one who can't be teammates. Brother Chuan was the first to say, "Of course, Ye Ruiyang is difficult to say, mainly because he may not be able to enter the school team." ”

"Die."

"Who's going to die? Me or him? ”

"You both go."

"So Boss Ye, you don't accept him?" I asked.

"No, I don't. If he's on my side, I'll probably like it. It's the truth. After all, he is all aimed at the other side, unlike some backward elements, out of jealousy, who only know how to retaliate against their own people. ”

Mr. Zhang said he had no opinion.

"I think he has a lot of fighting spirit, like Mu Zheng said, he wants to win. My dad always said that I was a little soft and didn't move crisply. I guess I was caught with my weakness today. My dad likes that kind of player who is tough and has a heart, even if it's a little fierce, he doesn't care. Ming Ming shrugged, "I can't be really fierce, and I can't get dirty." Fear of hurting others. ”

"If he's focused on playing the guitar, I'll like him more." Miller's answer is interesting.

I should talk to Boss Ye later, and let Mi Le play next time.

"So what about Koko?" Ye Ruiyang came to ask me.

Me?

Just now, Mu Zheng and Ming Ming both said that Huang Minxue wanted to win. Yes, he played to win. Why do I play? Because of the strings. I didn't think much about winning or losing, and I didn't have much energy, I just wanted to play with my brother at the time. may have quarreled with him, saying that he had to drag his brother with him just to satisfy his hobbies. What did he say, as if he wanted to fight with me? Yes, probably yes. Playing football was a brotherly affair, and he wanted the two of us together, so I went. Fighting together, it doesn't matter if you win or lose? He probably really wanted to win, and he often got injured and had to be helped with iodine for him.

If I'm not there, doesn't he want to win? Probably not. But maybe he would have preferred to win with me. At least when I was playing with him, I started to think about it.

I remembered that there was a game where an opponent really had a flying tackle when he was dribbling the ball. So far, all of our games have been prohibited, and tackling is often injuring people by people who are not professionally trained, and even taking revenge on opponents in the name of tackles, which is not uncommon on the professional court. It was a horrible scene, and I saw the strings being shoveled and flying, like being hit by a speeding car, and then falling uncontrollably to the ground. Although he said afterwards that he was jumping to dodge, my mind went blank when I saw this, like a riverbed emptied. Everyone was stunned, even the opponent who tackled the man, but the fallen string immediately got up and went to chase the ball rolling forward alone as if nothing had happened. It was such a complete and decisive move that there was no connection, and it seemed like he was ready to get up and chase the ball while he was in the air, not even like he thought he would get injured or not be able to get up.

The referee then stopped the game and showed a red card to the tackler. And it was at this time that I thought of rushing forward. So, I pushed him, and everyone gathered to fight......

After the game, he came to us to apologize, saying that he only wanted to fight for the ball, he didn't want to hurt people, and his brain was hot. Before that, he had been scolded and cried by the coach.

I don't accept apologies. That's how it should be.

"I don't accept it. His style doesn't really want to win or be tough, I don't like it. "I think I said this with clarity and clarity in my heart, without the slightest hesitation.

"Huh? It seems that Ke Ke is very 'idealistic'. Ye Ruiyang was a little surprised.

"What do you mean by 'idealistic'?" Miller asked.

"Just a little bit inflexible? I've heard adults say this a lot, and I've been told that a lot. I watch a lot of football and basketball games, and there are a lot of players who are not 'idealistic'. Like Huang Minxue, they can do whatever it takes to win. It is to make very reasonable use of the rules and exploit the loopholes of the rules. deliberately make fouls, provoke opponents, make opponents lose control of their emotions, and make small moves behind them...... There may be people who disdain these tactics, but if these players win championships, not many people will remember their actions and maybe think they did a good job. ”

"That's boring." Zhang Taotao said.

"But sports nowadays are very utilitarian. If you win the championship, you have everything, and if you don't get it, you are nothing. Who cares who the Ethics Award is for? Everyone just knows who the champion is. Therefore, since ancient times, the finals have been nameless, and many key matches in recent years have been very ugly and even dirty, and there are constant conflicts. Whether the game is exciting or not, whether the players have ball morality or not, these don't seem to matter, what matters is whether the team you support can win. ”

"No wonder my dad said that campus sports are more pure."

"If a player follows the rules all the time, it's probably too stiff. Let's say the referee makes a mistake in our favor, and I won't point out that mistake. ”

"But I remember my dad telling me that there were a couple of players who deliberately missed a penalty that the referee had wrongly awarded to them. It's called sportsmanship. ”

"Yes, but generally only the leader or the winner will show sportsmanship or gentlemanliness. If, in the final, we rush to tie the score, it's really hard for me not to think about our collective interests......"

"But is that right?"

"You listen to his nonsense, the advanced school team, and then say that the finals are not finals."

"That's right. Everyone is a bit of a selfish person. But it's not good to take advantage of selfishness and laugh at those who are not so selfish......"

"That's not what it means. I admire those people who have faith, they are all good, and there should be such people in the world, but it is difficult for me to do it myself. Think about it, how many teams are going to attack without reservation, just to play well, and not care about the results? If you play well but can't win a few games, I guess the fans won't pay for it, right? More people are willing to win ugly than lose brilliantly. We have to bow to reality......"

"Hey, you say this a lot like your dad."

"Pull it down, I'm not like him!"

"If you really bow to reality, you shouldn't blow it here. Hurry up and study hard, don't think about watching and playing football all day long, and don't do your job. You're still stuck in the summer vacation in your mind, your basic knowledge is not solid, and your motivation is insufficient, so if you continue like this......"

"Li Baichuan, don't learn from my dad!"

"So boss, do you think you and Huang Minxue are the same kind of people?" Taotao, who had been silent for a long time, asked.

"Am I better than him with a bottom line? Have I provoked someone else? ”

"Come on, how nice it sounds, do you have this thief's heart or don't you have this thief's guts......"

It's still being discussed. "Idealism" is the word I heard again this week when I attended the Literary Club. Not counting the self-introduction of joining the club last week, this is the first official event of the Literary Club. In the first half of the week, a student recommends a work, which is discussed by everyone and commented by the teacher. The second half of the class is for other activities.

The recommended student talked about "Don Quixote", and she said that Don Quixote was an idealist - although he was a madman, wearing a basin and thinking that it was a helmet, and regarded the weak old horse as a tall horse, and the pig-raising woman as a beautiful sweetheart, completely detached from reality and living in fantasy. But people shouldn't laugh at him. The great German poet Heine read this book as a child and was very happy. After middle age, he reread the book after many ups and downs, and burst into tears, considering Don Quixote as a hero. There is also a kind of nobility behind Don Quixote's absurdity and eccentricity, he is not selfish, he is not an egoist, he fights completely for the ideal of fairness and justice, and resolutely rushes to the giant windmill. Even if it is divorced from reality, it is still worthy of admiration.

"'Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds'". During the discussion, I couldn't help but think of this sentence and said it. Teacher Zhou, the club instructor, seemed very happy after hearing this, and asked me if I would be behind it. I shook my head and said that I knew these two sentences, but she still praised me and told everyone that this is Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteousness", if you are interested, you can look for it, and it is very good to memorize such works.

After the club class, I met Ye Ruiyang wearing sneakers at the door of the class. He asked me why I didn't go to the varsity tryout. Only then did I know that the football club is the school team, and if you want to enter the school team, you have to join the football club first. He said it doesn't matter, this year's recruitment is not full, and there is only one new goalkeeper.

You don't have to ask to know who it is.

"Has Huang Minxue gone?"

"Go, he and Mu Zheng are here."

It's kind of bad. But I still called my sister and asked her how to change companies.

I actually like the Literature Club. In the first week of school, I was dragged directly by my sister to the Literature Club, which was a small club with only a dozen people. My cousin said that the literary club has a limit on the number of people, and Mr. Zhou's club never has more than 20 people.

The name of the literary club is very special, "Cazador", like the name of a European team. In the first class of the club, the president said that she was also in the fog when she joined the club, and then introduced us to the origin of the name of the club: "Gazador" is given by the predecessors who founded the club twenty years ago, it is Spanish, and has many meanings, one of which is 'hunter' and the other is 'light cavalry'. That's why our club publication is called "The Hunter and the Hussars", and the name of the club is still used - if it were called "The Hunters and Hussars Literary Society", it would be too long, and people might think it was a shooting team or a security department.

After the president finished speaking, Ms. Zhou went on to say that when she took over the club, she was also confused because of its name, but she thought that the name given by our seniors was very good. She gave several examples, starting with an Italian writer named Calvino, whose first lecture when he lectured at Harvard University was about the property of 'lightness' in literature. Teacher Zhou said that the names "light" and "light cavalry" are still very compatible. There was also a Frenchman named Giono, who wrote a novel called "The Hussars on the Roof". A good hunter needs to be exploratory, precise and persistent, and close to nature. The great Russian writer Turgenev wrote "Hunter's Notes", and the tough guy Hemingway, who wrote "The Old Man and the Sea", hunted lions in Africa. The spirit of a hunter is also something that a writer needs to have. Teacher Zhou said that if anyone has the qualities of a hunter and a light cavalry, he will definitely be an interesting person in life.

"You just have to be lighter, don't be in a daze all day." My cousin smiled at me, and I was as expressionless as ever.

After the president and the teacher finished speaking, they asked each student to introduce themselves, talk about their reasons for coming to the literary club, and tell everyone about their favorite writers' works. Everyone spoke one by one, and the reason for coming to the club was nothing more than a love for literature. The works they mentioned were also the ones that junior high school students had basically read, "Robinson Crusoe", "Charlotte's Web", "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea", "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" and so on.

"I don't have a favorite book yet because I still read very little. Recently I read Chekhov's novels and felt that "The House with an Attic" and "The Bishop" are well written. My sister mentioned a Russian writer.

"I've also read Chekhov, "Vanka", "Chameleon", he is good at writing short stories." A classmate answered.

"What do you think is good about House with an Attic?" Teacher Zhou asked.

"Poetic." My sister said, "Elbowing" me, "Okay, it's your turn." ”

"Hello everyone." I stood up, and everyone was stunned. Teacher Zhou said that there is no need to stand, sit and say.

Everyone didn't stand just now, and you were distracted again. My sister didn't say anything, but her gaze told me.

"I'm Ke Peiwei from the first and third classes of junior high school. I came to the Literary Club because ...... Because she forced me to come. "I used my head to let everyone know who did the good deeds.

"Don't be afraid, you can go." Teacher Zhou said.

"No, no, no, I'd love to stay here." I hurriedly shook my head, feeling that the joke was too big and wrong, and my sister glared at me, "My favorite book is, it's ...... "Reminiscences of the Past". ”

"Huh?" My sister's gaze suddenly changed.

"Huh? Has Peve-san read this novel? How many volumes does it have? ”

"There should be six volumes? No, no, it's seven volumes! "I remembered, I counted it with the strings in the bookstore," I didn't finish it, it was too long, I only read the first chapter of the first volume. The first volume seems to be called "On the Swan's Side"? ”

"That's not bad, seven volumes, the first volume is "On the Swan's Side". I think Mr. Zhou nodded approvingly, "Why do you like this novel?" Do you think mentioning this novel would be very different? ”

"It's not ...... I thought it was a bit hard to understand, and I didn't understand it too much. But just reading aloud what the author has written is like walking in another world, sinking into the sea or a thick fog. There are places where I feel like crying for no reason after reading it, or I feel like I'm going to write something quickly, but I don't know how to write it. I haven't experienced much of the life this author wrote, but after reading it, I feel that sometimes I feel the same way as him. ”

Somehow, I said a lot of things.

"Very good. Let me say a few more words, "Remembrance of the Past" is a work by the French writer Marcel Proust. Proust grew up frail and sickly, with severe asthma, so he was very sensitive and couldn't stand lights, smells, and sounds. It is difficult for him to sit in a small conference room in the library, basking in the sun and talking about literature, as we do today, but to lock himself in his room all year long to write "Reminiscences". In fact, the name of this work is a paraphrase, and the literal translation is "In Search of Lost Time". At the beginning of the novel, the protagonist lies in a dark bed and reminisces about his childhood, and the painful writer wants to use writing to find the beauty of the past in order to overcome death and forgetting. ”

"Can man really overcome death?" I asked.

"You'll understand after reading this work." The teacher smiled, "You don't have to finish it, though." The novel is too long, and life is rich, and you can find the answer in it. ”

Are you sure? Time has passed, what can be left for me? Maybe it's just pieces scattered all over the place.

"My pen name is Mercedes, but it doesn't have anything to do with cars, I just love the name. You can call me Meimei. My favorite work is The Little Prince because of its beautiful illustrations......"

The students in the back were still introducing themselves, and my thoughts drifted to other places.