I saw a comic a long time ago. The little boy in the painting, Charlie Brown, suddenly wants to skip school for a day, so when it is time to get up in the morning, he says that he has a headache and refuses to wear clothes.
"If you skip school for a day, what impact will it have on your whole life?" Check the ideal and think.
His answer was: "Nothing affects." ”
Sure enough, Charlie didn't go to school that day, and stayed at home to pretend to be sick.
The next day, Charlie went to school with some emptiness, his face strangely ashamed.
On that day, the sun rose equally, the teacher did not disappear, the desks remained in the same place, the names of the children in the school did not change, and no one even noticed that Charlie had been studying for a day.
When Charlie saw this, he was overjoyed.
This comic, after reading it, was very impressed and has not been forgotten for many years.
Since the beginning of this year's old calendar, influenza has kept pace with itself, coughing like a machine gun day and night.
Winter vacation began to cough, cough to the beginning of school, cough to March 8 Women's Day, want to come to May Day Labor Day is also going to be so spent, there is no sign of improvement. The rainy season is no longer coming, the rainy season is coming again.
Many other county and city symposiums are often booked last year, school classes, a leave of absence will have to delay two hundred students, the crown manuscript must be submitted every month, there are still many things that must be dealt with and a large number of letters to be dismantled and returned. Even if there is nothing to lie on, is the phone answered or not answered? Is it possible to spare people by taking this one and the next one?
Unless you are half dead and refuse to take leave, it is better to hold on to the lecture than not to go. When I returned to my parents' house in Taipei after the lecture, I almost only had the strength to fall on the bed. The body demands something like a cry for help, pleading to its own willpower: "Please give me rest, please give me rest, rest, rest..."
In fact, there is no way to talk about any kind of life at the symposium, but it seems that people in Taiwan are very fond of holding forums. The people under the stage, please sit, the people on the stage, speak. I was always assigned to the one on stage, not very fair.
"But I can't come because I'm sick..."
"But didn't you just go to Taichung the day before yesterday?"
"Now I'm really sick, it's true, I'm sorry..."
"Aren't you teaching too?"
"It's because I'm teaching, I can't tell the strength to come to the show, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really can't stand it..."
"Sanmao, you have to make a promise, you don't come, we can't explain it to the audience."
"Is it okay for my mother to come and talk on her behalf?" She was willing to come for me. ”
"This... Sanmao, we are very embarrassed, this matter was agreed to last year, and now... How did you change Aunt Chen? Or promise to come, okay? Come on your own, please! ”
"I was still in the hospital last night..."
"Now you're not in the hospital, you're out, right?" You're talking to us on the phone at home!" Tomorrow take a long-distance bus, hold up, we will accompany you to support, give you encouragement, come, cheer up, after speaking, go back to Taipei to rest, good or bad! ”
"Well, see you tomorrow, thank you for your love—yes, come on time, goodbye, yes, see you tomorrow, thank you!"
After talking on the phone, a group of golden flies flew around in front of me, touched the frame of the door, knew that the bedroom was there, pounced on the bed and coughed wildly, and then closed his eyes.
The promised thing is still good to go, otherwise the unit hosting the lecture will be hospitalized in a hurry.
Sleep fast when you can sleep, except for the three classes this week, four other lectures, three visits, two hundred letters, and two meals, all of which cannot be pushed, because they are all previous commitments.
In the dream, the five horses were divided into corpses, too tired to scream, and their limbs were scattered and they heard their own coughs.
"Do you want to die?" You go! You go! Is it worth it to fight for your life and promise? ”
"When the time comes, hold up, you can endure until you don't cough, don't cough after you're done, come back and fall down, others can't see this look——""
"It's already the seventy-fourth game, how many games are you going to send?"
"Don't talk about it—don't bother, you—"
"I ask you if you want to die?" It was Daddy's roar, a roar that changed its tone and became choked.
"Don't, don't, don't—everything, just don't—" Lay, the daughter, cried on the bed, crying like a panting, holding herself down on a pillow in one breath, not looking at her father's face.
Over there, the phone rings again, how can there be so many schools in Taiwan that don't forget people?
Mom was over there again to apologize to people, as if our days were spent day by day in sorry people.
Because Women's Day can automatically take a day off, Teacher Chen's class was stopped. Not because women are not women, but because of the tiredness of prostration.
Female teachers do not attend class, what about male students? I felt guilty when I thought about it. I felt that if I wanted to hold on hard, I could still give a lecture, but I didn't have support that day.
When I drove up the hill again, it was after Women's Day.
The cherry blossoms behind the mountain, the clouds also seem to bloom on the road up the mountain, and the noisy flowers look like there is unspeakable loneliness?
When I see a cherry blossom, I always hate its red color, and the blood is like it, so that people don't know what to do with it. They can't bear the wind and rain, and as soon as the rain hits, they fall wildly, sloppy, not like a look.
Spring, that's it.
Spring is not a reading day, a few big children in the church, coughing and shedding tears, still refuse to ask for leave, it is really painful to see.
"Is it okay to take sick leave, don't come, your health is important?" As a teacher, I asked a female classmate softly, and the child covered his mouth and coughed, and his head shook like a rattle.
"You know, teachers sometimes write bad drafts and give weak lessons, which is nothing. There are many faces in life, and the calculations and gains and losses are not on the hard support of these days. If you take three or five days off as a student, you will not repeat the grade or skip the grade, okay? ”
Unwilling, the responsibility of being a teacher is heavy, and the student is even more unwilling to ask for leave, so that one lesson after another will pass.
On this day, today, when the teacher left class, he returned to the lectures invited by five foreign schools, said categorically that he would no longer speak in public, and could not bear to see the disappointed faces disappear in the wind and rain of Huagang. The teacher did not regret going after the people, smiling, laughing, and suddenly coughing again. She didn't chase anyone, although there was a trace of something in her heart, and she gently twitched a little, but she gave up.
Talking about a hundred shows, it's about the end of June, and it can be stopped forever, as long as you don't look at the faces anymore.
For the students who were still sick and came to class, the teacher told them about Charlie Brown's cartoon. Of course, it is also for myself.
"If you skip school for a day, how will it affect your whole life?"
"Nothing affected. The sun will rise tomorrow, the teacher has not disappeared, the desks are still in the same place, the names of the children in the school have not changed, and even no one will notice that you have relied on a day of schooling. ”
So what impact will occasionally writing one or two bad manuscripts have on your whole life?
"It's a smart person, don't write it, raise a good spirit and make a comeback!" How stupid! Which reader is shouting?
Write or not write can not be me, please ask Liu Shuhua of the crown.
Shuhua was wronged, and her tears were about to drip, and she shouted, "You go and ask Mr. Ping, I didn't force the manuscript!" ”
Mr. Ping, taking a mouthful, said, "I am still the Sanmao I saw on Christmas Last Year, what is the matter with me?" ”
Asked and asked, found Ah Bao. Chen Chaobao was even more confused: "Strange, don't Sanmao know that Charlie Brown didn't paint it by me, to ask He Ruiyuan is not good?" ”
Lao He said: "It's really Mo-ming-its-miao, the mountain of Sanmao is not this mountain, and I have nothing to do with the guy who painted Charlie, I don't know anything-"
Well, only to find Charlie Brown, who said slowly, "Yes! Here's what I said: skipping school for a day once in a while will have no impact on your entire life. I didn't say a word about the manuscript! ”
Originally titled "Nothing Under heaven", selected from Sanmao's "Send You a Horse", Beijing October Literature and Art Publishing House, 2017.3.