Serial 17: Little Beauty

Perhaps influenced by the exoticism, the young people and women of the town love beauty. When you get together, it's okay to like who looks prettier, who has bigger eyes, longer eyelashes, and a straighter nose. If you are judged to be not good-looking, you will be so uncomfortable that you can't eat for several days. Mom loves to dress up. Every time she went to a parent-teacher conference, she had to spend half a day, applying alabaster, and her long straight hair that hung down to her shoulders was meticulously combed, and only at my urging did she rush to school. When she was about to get to the school gate, she looked down and asked me again if my hair was messed up. I was anxious to deal with it casually, she was not at ease, happened to meet the black egg, she asked him to help see if the hair was messed up. I was speechless.

Children are also infected by this ethos. The boys and girls in the class are secretly comparing who is good-looking and who is average-looking, and then ranking down and secretly competing. The most beautiful boy in the class is YunChan. His eyes are dark and energetic, his face is round and full, he looks at Zhou Zheng and is handsome, and he is called a beautiful man by the good deeds. He is lukewarm to people, perhaps he is very proud of himself. It's just that I inadvertently discovered that he loves to make a weird move. He stuck his tongue between his upper lip and gums, and as a result elongated and bulged his upper lip, looking like a big horse monkey. Suddenly I felt that he was no more than that.

There was an ethnic classmate named Yashengjiang, who looked like a Czech. Actually, I don't know the difference between a Czech and another European, but it feels like he's a Czech. His face is relatively white, his eyebrows are slightly lighter but quite angular, and he likes to wear a duck-tongue hat, which is ordinary in their clan, but it is different among us. He spoke bluntly and funny, and his accent was unique, and he always called me a "golden baby". I'm also curious about what his name means.

Every time the school engages in activities to select students to perform the program, it has become a competition of appearance. Everyone has no talent, so it depends on who looks good, and the chance of selection is greater. It is inevitable that I am a little disappointed that I was not chosen. I look okay, but I'm not lively enough, and sometimes I choose and sometimes fail, which makes me quite unsure of myself. The teacher is also a bit eccentric. Qin Lei, who could not return, was not named once, and we were still quite puzzled, and teacher Han Yan only came back to God, and blamed himself several times in a row: Oh, how did you forget Qin Lei? I was afraid that Qin Lei would go back and tell him that he was a teacher's mother. Sometimes the show rehearses late, the sky is completely dark, and the family comes to the school and looks at the children rehearsing on the window like a big fluttering moth. It seems that adults love to pick up windows.

There is a water room in the northwest corner of the campus, and a small water pipe with endless jets protruding from the back wall has no tap for everyone to drink water and drink on duty. Children who never work at home also begin to learn to clean up. I was used to not doing housework by my mother, and now I quickly learned to sweep the floor and wipe the table and wipe the glass, and I was quite positive. In addition to cleaning, the school also organizes students to carry over the winter coal blocks. The upper grades will use small carts, and the lower grades will move little by little. Tired is nothing, but after moving, it is full of soot, even in the mouth and nose, and wash the black and dirty with water. It's really detrimental to the image.

An evening when the sun shines in the red sky. I stayed in the classroom after school to clean up, like a hard-working little bee. I squatted down at the lectern and carefully wiped the legs of the table with a rag, coldly being kissed on the cheek by a bad boy next to me. Before I could turn my head, this guy ran out of shadows. His name is Chun Lin, he has curved eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, sometimes quiet and sometimes active. A good child in the eyes of the teacher. He had never seen him bully anyone, only once he had an awkward fight with his henchman, like a red-faced little rooster, holding each other with his arms raised. When I was alone with him, he called me Little Beauty. Left me at a loss. In fact, he looks more handsome.

Early morning recess. The two of us played by the playground. He half-crouched on a low lime wall and kept calling me in a fairy tale-like voice, "Little beauty, little beauty, what do you eat in the morning?" I didn't look at him angrily and pretended to ignore him. Unwillingly, he opened his mouth again, "So what do you want?" Or I'll give you a show of a turnaround! At the end of the sentence, he flipped his hands and head lightly on the ground at three o'clock on the long low wall. Don't say that the posture is quite flexible. I smiled in return.

This boy is dead and doesn't change. One day after school, he colluded with Qiu Tang to block me in the corner of the classroom to prevent me from going home, and then the two of them tried to press me on the bench and tease me. After I broke away, he gasped, rode down on the bench, barefoot, and cocked up to "open his teeth and claws" at me, his toes moving as if to say hello. He smiled strangely and said to me, "Come, come! Fragrant! "His feet are chubby and pretty, as full and rosy as the feet of a New Year painting doll."

There is a tall stone monument behind the podium. Engraved on it are the heads of great men and the sun, sea, light and other motifs. This is a common example of architecture of that era. There is also a military station compound. After school, a few of my classmates and I often lie on the smooth pedestal under the stone tablet to write homework. Write for a while and play with the pen in your hand for a while. It happened that the pen ran out of water, and I took advantage of Li Gang to go to the water pipe to get water to drink, and wanted to borrow some ink from his pen to use. He uses a water-plastic pipe pen. Shaped and functioning like a syringe, the ink can be pumped directly by push and pull, unlike hose pens that need to be pinched and pinched. Unexpectedly, I pushed too hard, and squeezed out all the ink in his pen tube, and the base was wet. Scared me, I quickly packed up and pretended to be okay. Fortunately, he didn't pay much attention when he returned and continued to complete his homework.

Li Gang is my "nemesis". The two of us sat at the same table the longest. He was a boy who looked good from looks to personality. The face is round, the eyebrows are short and thick, and the inner canthus skin under the corner of the eye is curved up, like a crescent moon, and it looks like it has not grown. A classmate once quietly told me that Li Gang took chalk and wrote my name on the door of his house, like an exhibition. It makes people cry and laugh. We had just learned to write the names of our classmates. Unexpectedly, I gained a fan.

My aesthetic always follows my mother's rhythm. She said that people's eyebrows were standing up (that is, the kind of sideburns inserted obliquely) and looked heroic, like the martial arts students in the opera. Sometimes she lifted her eyebrows up with both hands, her eyes were almost pulled into a thin slit, and asked me if I looked good. I also pay more attention to students who have this characteristic. There is a boy in the outer class whose eyebrows are a little standing, and the lower half of his face is very angular, like a small robot. I whispered to my classmates that he looked very imposing. The classmate glanced at him, deliberately learning his appearance, exaggeratedly pushing his jaw down, and pouting his mouth to make a "about-" sound, asking me if this was the case? The good looks of the people made him imitate a good ugly look.

I especially like kids with brain gates. Listening to my mother say that it is a sign of intelligence (in fact, the hairline is relatively high). I did meet one. The brain door is large, and the face is drawn like a compass, a bit like Bao Gong, but not a black face. One day at noon, "Xiao Bao Gong" and his classmates came to the grain store to buy rice. Before the door opened, they waited under the sun. I caught a glimpse of them through the crack in the door and said a word to my mother by the way. My mother kindly let them into the house and sat down, and took out my book to show them.

Neither of us spoke. It's like a reader in a small library. Before leaving, he borrowed a book from my mother. I didn't say anything either. After that, I looked forward to him returning the book every day, in fact, I wanted to see him again. But there has been no news of him. I asked Li Gang about it, and they really knew each other. So on Sunday, he took me to the hutong area where the railway family lived, and found the boy's house. I was not in a hurry to return the book, but I wanted to take the opportunity to see if I could talk to him. Li Gang walked into his house alone, I waited at the entrance of the courtyard, I did not expect Li Gang to bring the book out directly, and he never showed up. I didn't fall behind to talk to him.

I didn't know how to talk as soon as I got to the critical moment. I once discussed with a very good classmate to take turns to buy books, share mutual loans, and save books with buyers, which can save a lot of money. We read the tome of "Dream of the Red Chamber" in this way. On this day, we saw another good book in the bookstore, and it was the turn of our classmates to buy it. He was still a little hesitant, so I said with a little urgency: Hurry up, buy it quickly. As a result, the aunt who sold books was not happy to hear it. She met my classmates at home. She said to me with a look of displeasure on her face: You always urge him to buy, why don't you buy it? I was speechless. In fact, just explain the agreement between the two of us. It's not that I want to take advantage of the old and let others spend money. But I was silent. I thought my classmates would help me unblock, but he didn't speak. I can understand him, someone to do justice for him, doesn't he seem unsympathetic when he explains it? We walked out of the bookstore in silence. Our book-sharing program also came to an end.