Today, we continue to read Grandpa, We See You in Heaven.
Yesterday, we read that Jiang Wenli was sent to the stadium by her grandfather and started a three-year gymnastics career.
But Jiang Wenli was not very enthusiastic, and in the end, the matter of learning gymnastics came to an end under her father's decision.
What stories will Jiang Wenli, who has read a book, have? Let's start reading today!
school
When my mother sent me to kindergarten, I cried for seven days in a row, and my grandfather couldn't bear it, so he took me back home, so in the blink of an eye, I followed my grandfather to the age of six.
I have never joined the collective life, and I envy my brothers and sisters who carry school bags to school every day.
Sometimes, I would run to the school gate to see the students out of school, carrying school bags, talking and laughing, and coming out of the school in groups, not to mention how much they longed for such a student life.
In the winter of the year when I was six years old, I could not wait any longer, and shouted at my mother, who was bedridden:
"I'm going to school!"
My mother touched my head weakly and comforted me, saying, "You are not old enough to go to school, and in half a year you will be able to go to school." ”
I threw away my mother's hand, my eyes narrowed, and I said loudly, "If you don't let me go to school, I'll jump into the river!" ”
Maybe my expression frightened my mother, or maybe I had never been so fierce to my mother, she didn't speak again, got up from bed with difficulty, and went to find me school.
A week later, on a snowy morning, my grandfather took my little hand and walked to the first grade of Railway No. 2 Elementary School, which was more than forty minutes' walk from home.
When I joined the class, the school had been open for more than three months, and the students had finished learning Hanyu Pinyin.
The teacher placed me in the last row, only there was an empty seat, and the classmates all looked curiously at me, who was as thin as a little monkey, and a pair of eager eyes frightened me into burying my head in my chest.
Stills from the movie "We See You in Heaven"
Recess exercises, a beautiful little girl, standing at the front of the queue to lead the exercises, she is our class leader, I look up at her, imitating her every move.
Finally able to go to school, I poured all my passion into learning, and in just one month, I made up all my homework and learned Hanyu Pinyin.
Maybe the expectation value is too high, maybe it's like my grandfather said to me, there is no regularity in doing anything, three days of fishing and two days of drying nets.
When I caught up with everyone's progress, suddenly one day, my enthusiasm and interest in learning disappeared, and the campus life that I had longed for for a long time began to become boring, and the collective life of the school made me feel helpless.
I found that I couldn't play with people at all, because I didn't know how to fit in with them, how to get along with them.
Later, this became a huge obstacle in my life: I didn't know how to communicate with people.
Bullying
Grandpa is the only parent in the school who sends his child to school every day and then takes him home.
At that time, there were very few cars on the road, and every family had several children, which were not expensive at all, so no parents would pick up their children to and from school.
The reason why Grandpa insisted on picking me up every day, according to his words, was:
"The school is too far from home to be assured."
At the age of eighty-six, he stood alone at the school gate waiting for me to finish school, rain or shine, so that everyone in the school knew that there was a pampered new student at the school.
I begged my grandfather not to come again, the other students were going to and from school by themselves, why couldn't I?
"No." Grandpa said, "Unless you don't go to school." ”
My mother is the most filial daughter under the heavens, she did not follow her husband to Xinjiang for her grandfather, such a woman, how can she bear to let her grandfather work so hard every day?
Transfer!
During the winter vacation, my mother began to run again, looking for relatives and friends, and I had just been in tie two small for two months, and then I transferred to tie four small.
Iron four small, close to home, walk past, less than five minutes away.
The school bell rang and I could hear it at home, the only drawback being crossing a railway crossing.
It's not an ordinary crossing, and the two largest cities in China, the Beijing-Shanghai railway from Beijing to Shanghai, will pass through here.
Therefore, on the way to and from school, playing with the train became my greatest pleasure in going to school every day.
If Grandpa knew that I was like this, it was estimated that he would not let me transfer schools, preferring to be farther away than to be safer than the aisle.
I went to two schools in half a year, so that I was not adapted to the collective life, more and more strange, more and more overwhelmed.
The head of this class is also a woman, but it is not as beautiful as the original female class leader.
After class, no one paid any attention to me, so I played by myself, far away, watching the class leader and her group of huggers talking, laughing, and playing, and I was envious, jealous, and afraid.
They were also observing me, a maverick man who never despised to be with them.
Once, they deliberately threw banana peels at me, pretended not to know, and giggled over there, and I held the banana peel and dared to be angry but not dare to speak.
I think maybe that's what the saying goes, "cheating.".
When I had not yet learned how to get along with people, the attitude of the classmates around me and the inflammatory attachment to the class leader made me close the door of my heart that had not yet had time to open.
Me and Wang Fang
Sometimes, over-caring can also be an obstacle to growth.
Grandpa only thought about the distance I had been to school, but he didn't think about my psychological distance from my peers.
In three years, I went to three schools, which was too frequent for a child who had never attended kindergarten and had never joined the collective life.
At the third transfer to the school, Yan'an Road Primary School, I stayed for four years.
These four years have given me a very important opportunity to make friends, and now, my "primary school childhood party" is a gathering with classmates from Yan'an Road Primary School.
In this school, it was not the female class president who isolated me, but a girl in the class.
Ever since I arrived in this class, as soon as she saw me, she had provoked me with her nose and eyes, which made me tremble with fear.
I carefully avoided her, trying not to offend her as much as possible, but as long as I played with whomever I was, she isolated anyone, and let the people around me isolate that classmate, and everyone was afraid of her.
Finally, a new classmate came to our class, arrived at this school later than I did, and before she could understand what was going on, we became good friends.
Her name is Wang Fang, and her family life is very difficult, and every time she goes to her house, she sees her sisters weaving gloves at home, the kind of thread gloves used in the factory.
Her mother, pasting a matchbox on the side.
Under a dim light bulb of less than twenty watts, a family of several people do their own handicrafts.
At that time, many families were like this, my two sisters, living with my grandparents, every day after school, sat on a small bench to file plastic products.
Plastic products have burrs after being pressed by machines in the factory, and their task is to file the raw edges.
When I went to my grandmother's house, I would also move a small bench to help them work together, but my sister snatched the product in my hand and would not let me do it, afraid that I would file and could not afford to lose.
Since Wang Fang and I became good friends, all the fun and good-looking things, I will share with Wang Fang, and the two of us are almost inseparable.
After school, we both bounced and walked together.
After class, we will come out to play together: jump rope, jump leather band, scratch bones, flip the single quilt...
One look, we know what the other person is thinking.
According to Grandpa's words, we were both so good that we were fat in a pair of pants.
One day, Grandpa said to me, "You two don't be too nice, it's too good, you should be annoyed." ”
Grandpa helped me
Sure enough, we got better for less than half a year, because of a very small matter, we stopped talking to each other, and this annoyance was for many months.
I no longer went to her house to help knit gloves, and I stopped walking with her, whether it was school or school, I deliberately went early or late, so as not to bump into her on the road and embarrass each other.
For the first time, I experienced the pain of losing a friendship.
Grandpa persuaded me several times:
"To see people, we must look more at the strengths of others and look less at the shortcomings of others, so that we can make friends strong."
It is useless, the reason is understood, but the emotions cannot be passed, the hurt is hurt, and it is difficult to crack it.
One day, I came home and pushed open the door, startled, and the room was full of classmates in our class, including Wang Fang, and the female classmate who isolated me.
Grandpa was warmly entertaining them with candy, and they were chatting hotly, and when they saw me come in, everyone was quiet and silent.
Suddenly, Grandpa spoke:
"I heard that there was a female classmate who bullied our little Wenli, and you went back and told her that if I did this again in the future, I would have to go to your teacher."
"Uh-huh" - all the classmates turned their heads and looked at the female classmate who isolated me, and I also looked at her, only to see her face, red for a while, white for a while.
My face was also red and white, and I was extremely embarrassed.
Grandpa asked me to come and entertain my classmates, and I stood there motionless, as if roots had taken place under my feet.
When everyone saw me like this, they began to leave one after another, Wang Fang walked at the end, she looked at me with satisfaction, I stared at her fiercely, I did not accept her affection.
The next day, I went to school as usual, and unexpectedly, everything changed.
The female classmate who isolated me first came to me to change the sugar paper, and then everyone pulled me together to jump rope and leather bands.
At the end of school, some classmates gave me snacks to eat, and everyone laughed and giggled at me, as if we had never had an unpleasant time.
Just because of my grandfather's words, it changed the atmosphere around me, changed the problems that have always made me tangled and painful, and changed my life.
epilogue
Today, we read about Jiang Wenli's experience of going to school, because she did not experience the collective life when she was a child, so after entering the school, she rarely can integrate into the group.
In three years, she transferred three times, and Jiang Wenli did not have the opportunity to make friends, until she entered Yan'an Road Primary School, with the help of her grandfather, she really got used to campus life.
What else will Jiang Wenli experience as she grows up? What other stories will there be between her and her grandfather?
Let's look forward to reading tomorrow!