Pure White Core

I was carrying a dirty schoolbag and Huihui with a crying face followed my mother. This time my mother didn't scold me for dirtying my schoolbag. She turned her head several times, but she couldn't understand why I wanted to cry at all. None.This is not the first time this kind of thing happened, although it was not as excessive as this time, but Huihui and I would cry very sadly, making her upset, and then simply go home to make fun of the anger.

"Mom, I want to feed a dog." I saw someone selling dogs in a small cardboard box on the side of the road, and there were a few dusty wolfdog pups poking their heads, which were very cute.Now we can only see native dogs and big wolf dogs, and occasionally Jingba and Shar Pei. The prices of puppies are mostly very cheap. Many owners don’t sell them for money, just to make the pups have enough to eat.

"You can feed the dog even if you can't eat it," my mother refused without thinking, "No way!"

"Then I'll buy a cat, and it will catch mice and sparrows to eat." I have always wanted to raise things, but I have never succeeded. I think this huge sum of money may fulfill my unfulfilled wish.

"Cats have tinea felis. After getting it, their hair will fall off in pieces. It is still difficult to cure. The rotten sores on the head are very disgusting. Are you not afraid?"

My mother knew what I was afraid of best, and she dispelled my desire to raise a cat with one sentence.

"Rabbits don't have ringworm!" Huihui interjected, choking, "It doesn't cost money to eat grass." She hasn't completely calmed down yet, and she still speaks with a strong crying voice.

"Rabbits stink very badly. They pull them a hundred times a day. They stink so badly." When I was in college, the head of the dormitory raised a pair, and the whole dormitory took turns to help him clean it, and it was so suffocating. I say nothing about raising rabbits.

"Mom, when we have our own house, what should I raise?" I asked my mother.

"……Um."

Surprisingly, my mother agreed.

Owning her own house has always been my mother's dream. To achieve this wish, she worked hard to save money in plastic bags under the floor tiles. Unfortunately, she lost completely in the race between saving money and soaring housing prices. This beautiful dream It never came true.

The money my mother saved is still very far away from buying her favorite house, but the three gold rings have suddenly brought the dream that was out of reach much closer. In fact, as long as my mother is willing, we can now live together I bought a small old house in the suburbs and lived in it.

Maybe it was because of the rush, my mother was in a good mood, and specially fried my favorite bean sprouts at home at noon, and made an exception to allow me to watch TV while eating.I really hope that my mother can be happy for two more days, so that my tender face can be relaxed for a few days, and I don't have to worry about whether there will be scars this time.

I guess she probably felt that I was different, at least after being taken away and coming back by herself, all the words and behaviors that resembled me and not like me made her change a lot when she was talking to me. She asked me that I was taken away What happened after that, but I can't say very vaguely, I am a child now, I can't tell with good reason.

Huihui was active again when she went to school at noon. She didn't even tell her grandpa that she was bullied at school, just like my mother saw our dirty schoolbags and the tears on Huihui's face when she picked us up but turned a blind eye to it. Similarly, telling the grandfather that nothing will change except for him to pat his granddaughter and scold her mother, and telling the teacher that the teacher will only give a few words of comfort reluctantly, and then perfunctory.

Acquiescing to the occurrence of the infringement and not doing anything means support and encouragement. It is not surprising that my classmates started to play tricks secretly and then became more serious and bullied us, because in our county, each small classroom is like one by one. In wild herds of beasts, the weak are squeezed out and even dragged out to tear apart the truth, just like if Huihui and I become stronger, we will tear others apart without hesitation.

In the writing class in the afternoon, the fat old man’s writing teacher put on reading glasses and looked at my desk for a long time. He took my homework book and turned a page forward. There were rows of crooked words like dogs crawling, but when I turned it back, it was clear and neat. , If he hadn't seen me write the new characters he assigned to everyone quickly stroke by stroke, he would never believe that I wrote them.

"You..." The fat old man with gray temples on both sides turned back a few pages in the textbook: "You write these words for me." Those words are the last few lessons, and the words have many strokes and are relatively complicated .

"I do not know."

"You write it down."

"I didn't teach it, I won't." I was indifferent, I just felt that it was very difficult to always pretend, but it didn't mean that I, an adult, was willing to brazenly pretend to be a 'child prodigy'.Although everyone told me over and over again that knowledge can change my destiny, and I was even dragged by life to go to university, my own personal experience tells me that nothing is absolute, at least at the last moment of my life, knowledge neither became The shield resisted the sharp knife for me, and it didn't turn into a sharp arrow to pierce the person who stabbed the knife into my chest.

"I'll teach you!" The old man didn't believe in evil, and squatted next to my desk to teach me new characters stroke by stroke. When he taught me, I wrote strokes slowly. If he speeded up a little, I stopped and pretended to be dead. He didn't 'teach' me three characters until the end of class, and I wrote those three characters neatly and beautifully, but his patience was worn out by me.

As long as I have no brains, I know that I can, but I don't want to write, but he can't force me to write something that I "can't", and even if I can write it, what's the point?There are many teachers and children in my school who have completed the courses of the second and third grades in the first grade. They are much better than me. Even if I can write the thin handwriting book of the first grade upside down, what can I prove?

The fat old man walked away with his hands behind his back. In my elementary school, if a teacher's threats and scolding were ineffective, and he couldn't slap a seven-year-old on the face, he was even weaker than a baby.

In the labor class, the female teacher taught everyone to raise silkworms according to the method in the textbook with a mechanical voice. We don't have mulberry trees here, and the teacher probably hasn't seen silkworms much, so he doesn't have much to say.As usual, everyone sat obediently in their seats to listen to lectures or lost their minds. I was thinking that if next spring, I can go to the vegetable field to catch a few caterpillars and raise them, they can also turn into chrysalis. The chubby moth is much cuter.

10 minutes after class, Huihui held my book and flipped through it endlessly. When I was bored in class, I would draw things in the corner of the textbook. There were distorted faces and strange things in my memory. Huihui had never seen these things before. I just thought it was fun, looking through the book page by page like a treasure hunt.

"Niu Laxiang, you fart! I Da (dad) and my mother will be back in a few days!" A tall boy in the back of the classroom shouted and tore with him at the desk in front of him.

"I can't come back! My uncle said that all the adults in your village have gone to the south to hold a mouse meeting, and those who hold a mouse meeting will not be able to come back!" Biting and pressing his boy's hand.

"I can come back!" The tall boy cried: "I can come back! Uwah..." He let go of his voice and began to cry.He is studying in the county town but his family is in the country, and he only goes back once a week. It sounds like his father and mother are gone.

Mouse Club is what we call 'MLM'. Under normal circumstances, most of the people who participate in MLM are from big cities, but there are not many people involved in small towns like ours.

The boy named Niu Laxiang should be very lucky that "flying" was an elegant and artistic word when he was young. His uncle was a policeman and had not yet married. He lived in his house, so he could often hear some For the news that he doesn't know, he is always willing to 'share' the latest news he hears with his family.He likes to use his uncle to threaten me and Huihui the most. Every time he sees Huihui and me trembling and not even daring to lift our heads, he smiles happily. .

Niu Laxiang’s uncle is very young, in my impression, he is about eighteen or nineteen years old. He always buys him all kinds of toys. He especially admires his uncle. What he wants to do most is to be as handsome as his uncle when he grows up. The police, specialize in catching bad guys.When everyone played the game of cops and thieves, he was always just a policeman, and after catching the thief, he was very heavy-handed, and even injured other people's arms. Huihui and I were thankful more than once that we had never played cops and thieves with them.

In the self-study class, I drew again on the white paper on the back of the small homework book. What I drew was what I saw these days: the bumpy brick road to school, the dilapidated and gray old houses on both sides of the road, and the canteen that read The dilapidated wooden signboards with crooked brush characters, the dirty glass windows of the barbershop, and the white background red lettering slogans on the brick walls...

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve seen it in the future, but in my eyes, the aura emanating from this county is like an old man lying on a hospital bed. You love him, but you want him to die quickly.

I began to feel bored, and I also had the experience of nostalgia for the past. I dreamed of Shawo not far from home when I was a child, the clear and winding stream in the saline-alkali land, and dreamed that Huihui and I were in front of and behind the house in summer. Catching green flat palms (grasshoppers) and big chubby crickets in the grass... I think I must have come back at a bad time. If it was summer, I might be in a much better mood.

"Yu Shaorong, what are you doing?" The notebook in front of me was yanked out by a big hand, and I was shocked by the screams like thunder! "Have you finished your homework? You..." Teacher Lu pointed to the pictures in the notebook and was about to curse, but suddenly stopped and looked at me strangely: "Did you draw this?"

"It's finished."

"Let me see!" She frowned and turned to the last page of the homework book with spittle on her fingers. The text to be copied was neatly aligned with the new words. "You...you wrote this?" She turned forward a few pages suspiciously. The handwriting was not the same at all. One was a child who was still learning how to pinch a pencil correctly, and the other was a mature and capable adult.

"Ah."

"You...you write clearly..." She is a Chinese teacher, and she is familiar with most of the students in the class who have the same characters as horses: "And when will you be able to draw?"

"My mother said you asked her to supervise me, and she taught me." I was full of nonsense.

"You put it...you're talking nonsense! How can anyone say it at noon?" She stared at me like a ghost: "Did your mother break your brain?"

The majors I studied in college often have to mark some tiny structures. Everyone can draw things more or less, although we draw things realistically more than the pursuit of art or beauty.The real thing can be beautiful, but in many scenes it can be very ugly, even disgusting, such as the streets in my paintings, or the expression of Teacher Lu in my paintings.

"It's weird when the sun comes out..." In the end, Teacher Lu didn't hold on to it, but just gave me the notebook for me to study, and don't do anything unrelated to study, I nodded silently.