Pure White Core

"Dingling!!! Dingling!!!!" The wind-up alarm clock was bouncing on the table, and the piercing sound woke me up from the warm bed. I was sleepy, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar cold room At a loss.

I stretched out my hand and looked again and again. There was indeed an invisible and intangible ring on my little right index finger. In this way, last night was not a dream. I really returned to the age of seven.

I'm very reluctant to get out of bed, but I have to go to school today, I don't have a choice.

The cold cotton jacket and cotton trousers made me shiver from the cold. I put on cotton socks and shoes and jumped on the ground for several laps before my body warmed up slowly. The miscellaneous sauce noodles on the table were frozen into a solid mass of ice, and the original wish for breakfast was shattered.

Before dawn, I was holding a thermos bottle and pouring warm water to wash my face and brush my teeth. Although I was confused, a new day was finally about to start.

"Bang Bang Bang..."

"Yu Shaorong! Are you up yet?" Someone knocked on the window, and the voice was a little girl.

"Get up! My mother hasn't come back yet!" I responded loudly to Huihui, who is my classmate and goes to and from school with me every day.

"Oh, I'll wait for you at home." She jumped off the coal bag outside the window of my house with a "Boom!" and ran home.

Huihui lives with her crippled grandfather, just a few rooms away from my house. She is one of the few people who doesn't mind my status as a "bitch" and is willing to play with me.

I didn't sit still for a long time when the sound of unlocking was heard, and then the broken wooden door was lifted open, and my mother came back.She was surprised that I was ready, grinning and reaching out to take me out, she rarely smiled at me, she was very nice.

When passing by Huihui's house, she came out of the thick cloth curtain like a little rabbit, her two braids were tied up with rubber bands, and her face was as red as an apple. It's a pity that her liveliness was lost after seeing my face. It stopped abruptly and disappeared without a trace.

She saw the bruises on my face and the blood scabs at the corners of my mouth. Without saying a word, she silently lowered her head and walked to my side.

My mother was walking on the other side of me, her tired face was a bit embarrassed, she didn't speak, she just walked us along the bumpy brick road to the school gate, then turned and left.

"Does your face hurt?" Seeing my mother walking away, Huihui dared to ask me in a low voice.She is the same as I remember, with a pair of single eyelids and small eyes, her face is red and bloodshot after being blown by the cold wind in winter, and her teeth are exposed when she opens her mouth.She was about my height, with two rough twists hanging casually on both sides of her head, one high and the other low. The oversized army green boy's coat on her body was dirty, and the cuffs and neckline were stained with oil.

"It's okay." I forgot if I didn't mention it, and it hurts again when I think about it.I pulled up my cuff to look, and there was a stain that was so black that I couldn't see the color, and there was a faint smell coming out, which made me sick.

"Oh," Huihui nodded reassuringly, "Did you see the mighty boy yesterday? Heifengpo took Sister Caizhu away again." She has seen my injury a lot, and this level is not enough to make a fuss about.

"Look." I was absent-minded last night, and I didn't pay attention to what was happening on TV at all, so I couldn't relate to the plot she said next.

My elementary school is the best elementary school in the county. Its old three-story teaching building is the only one among the three elementary schools in the county. Going to that tall building for class, the shocking wide crack in the center of the tall building that runs through the entire building from top to bottom can't stop everyone's admiration and yearning for it.

Many major events happened in this year. The China Southern Airline crash shocked the whole country. The Three Gorges Dam on the Yangtze River was successfully intercepted. Grandpa Xiaoping and Princess Diana passed away. Clinton was re-elected as the President of the United States. In the first grade, I had classes in a row of old tile-roofed houses near the school gate.

Low houses, crooked and narrow wooden windows, dim light and uneven blue brick floors, this is the primary school classroom that I am familiar with but unfamiliar.The walls of the classroom are pasted with portraits of great men and famous sayings copied on red paper. In the center of the classroom surrounded by two rows of desks is an iron stove with a round belly. The female head teacher in sleeves is squatting in front of the stove, pinching firewood to the stove. In the pond, the students were sitting upright like robots, holding textbooks and pretending to read, but their eyes secretly aimed at the stove from time to time.

I followed Huihui to my seat in the sixth row. I also pretended to take out the textbook, and instinctively looked at the match in the teacher's hand. The flame in the cold and dark had a mysterious attraction for children like magic.

The jumping flames brought a bright yellow light to the dimly lit classroom. After the head teacher coughed, the peculiar smell of dry wood burning smoke spread, coals were added to the stove, and a warm air began to rise slowly outward.

"Hey, I have math homework," Huihui pinched her rough braids, staring straight away like an underground party member 'casually' pushing a small notebook over the table with her elbow, her lips still, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito : "Quick copy, Teacher Niu wants to check!"

In the past, my mind was always not bright, and I either cut corners or simply did not do my math homework. For this reason, I was often beaten by the teacher. My deskmate Huihui saved me countless times during my long elementary school career.

"I wrote it." I whispered to her, pushing her homework back with my elbow.

"Ah?" Huihui looked incredulous: "Really?"

"Fang Huihui, cough, cough... are you doing small tricks again?" The head teacher frowned while using tongs to make the stove smoke violently, frightened Huihui to turn into a robot and start reading the text.

Reading the words on the book in the dim light is very difficult for the eyes, but no one cares.

After half an hour of morning reading, the sky was getting brighter and brighter. When the bell rang, everyone filed out in the small courtyard at the entrance of the low classroom and ran around behind other classes. I almost forgot about the radio gymnastics, and I did it very bluntly. The big physical education officer in the class often frowned at me, and as soon as the morning exercises were over, he arrogantly went to sue the head teacher.

"Yu Shaorong, it's you again!" The female class teacher who is less than 1.6 meters tall grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the line like a chicken. After the bruises on my face and the blood scabs on the corners of my mouth, my hands stopped in the air, and I only poked my head a few times in disgust before pushing me back to the team.

"You're lucky this time!" After shouting dismissal, the sports officer smiled at me eccentrically. Obviously, he enjoys his superior status and power now.

After the morning exercises, there is half an hour of morning reading. The study officer leads the whole class to read the text over and over again and memorize the multiplication tables. Tops pretending to flip through books 'study', we don't have money for breakfast.

In the first math class, the teacher really checked the homework. Everyone spread out the homework books on the table in fear, waiting for the teacher's review.The math teacher is over fifty years old, with gray hair tied behind his head and many wrinkles on his face.She is notoriously strict. Of course, in my current age, "strict" means strict requirements, and it means beating hard.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" There was a loud slap on the face, followed by the sound of the stool falling and the middle-aged woman's curse: "Are there only three wrong questions in total?" Then there were several more slaps.

You have to admit that no matter how severe the punishment, there will always be students who don't do their homework, such as the next one.

"Going home? Forget! You! Mom! Forced!" The heavy slap made everyone numb, and made the math teacher withdraw his hand in pain, gritting his teeth and rubbing.The boy who was beaten was very stubborn, with his head bowed down like the eggplant beaten by Shuang, and he didn't say a word, allowing Teacher Niu to squeeze his textbooks and hit him on the head and shoulders, and then kicked him out of the classroom.

If you look up, you can see the excitement hidden in her gritted teeth and the strange light in her eyes. Seven-year-old students don't understand the difference between punishment for education and punishment for punishment's sake, and Teacher Niu probably doesn't understand either.

The woman holding the textbook as a weapon slowly walked over to check, the sound of the textbook being slapped on the face and the sound of shouting and cursing continued to resound, she walked towards you step by step with fear like a god of death, and you could only helplessly Bow your head and wait for doom to strike.

"Crack!" The already torn textbook was thrown on Huihui's face, and a piercing voice came out accompanied by strong bad breath: "How many times have I told you that the number must be written with a horizontal line until three-quarters?" Big and small, what do you mean when you write that the bull's head is big?" While swiping the textbook and smashing Huihui's head, he scolded: "Your crippled grandpa is also lame?"

Like everyone else, Huihui lowered her head without saying a word and let the textbooks hit her on the head, making her messy braids even more disheveled.Huihui's math grades are very good, and she believes that the teacher is always right. She probably only feels guilty now, and she will only make up her mind to write numbers more neatly and standardly in the future.

It's finally my time.

The big fat hand with chalk dust picked up my homework book: "You wrote this?"

"Yeah." When I was doing my homework last night, I specially wrote it after my own handwriting. Although it is a bit crooked, it looks pleasing to the eye and the question is correct.

"Crack!" The book fan was on my face: "It's you! Mom! Force! You stand up!" She twisted my ears hard, pulled me out of position, and kicked me on the leg: " Who did you copy? Did you copy your tablemate? Tell me!" Another kick.

"I wrote it myself." My leg hurts, but I can only answer him in a low voice as much as possible. I am frighteningly weak now, let alone resisting an old woman with a big arm and a round waist. The feeling of being weak and helpless is really uncomfortable.

"You still dare to talk back!?" The math teacher was almost furious!Who dares to look into her eyes when she scolds, and dare to speak back?Throwing the textbook out and hitting me, her voice instantly raised an octave: "You son of a bitch, you dare to talk back! You! You! What do you mean?" She kicked me and knocked me down. Land: "What do you mean?" Added another "What do you mean?"

She yelled "What do you mean?" and kicked me out from the back of the classroom. She probably didn't know what I meant, and I didn't know what I meant. My mind was in a mess. I was later educated to tell me this was wrong, but I had no room to speak out.

I stood outside the classroom door with the boy who was kicked out before, the cold wind mixed with sand and dust was blowing, the sound of other classrooms reading the text echoed with the intermittent shouting and noise in the classroom behind me, and how Individuals were sent out.

The class officially started in the warm classroom, and the teacher, panting after strenuous exercise, spoke earnestly and cheerfully through the window: "The teacher beat you for your own good, look at those scumbags, hooligans and gangsters on the street. Why don’t I beat beggars? Just like this, you still haven’t studied hard... Do you know that I don’t feel good when I hit you? My hand still hurts when I beat someone. Why do I have to work so hard? I It's not that I hope you..."

The students standing next to me were male and female. In the cold wind, they quickly forgot the pain on their bodies. They rubbed their hands and stomped their feet one after another to keep warm. Wearing thick clothes, they laughed and picked up the sand on the window sill and blew it on the people next to them. , playing around and having fun.

I have no doubt that if today's math teacher announces that those who do not do their homework will be sentenced to death tomorrow when the math teacher assigns homework, there will still be such a row of children who do not do their homework and go to the guillotine the next day.

Halfway through the class, the door opened again, and we were scolded to go back to the classroom. The classroom atmosphere was still oppressive and dull, and everyone sat upright in a standard posture without squinting.

After the three classes in the morning, there is half an hour of extracurricular activities. All students can play in the campus. Only after the extracurricular activities are over, can everyone gather and line up to go home.The extra-curricular activities twice a day are the happy time that everyone looks forward to. The students on duty clean up in the classroom, and the others have fun outside the classroom or on the playground.

The six classrooms in our row of tile-roofed houses are all first graders. The little ghosts took out rubber bands, sandbags, and glass marbles from their schoolbags and rushed outside to occupy the field. Fang Bao, Pinball, 'Bullfighting', or gangs ran to other classes to challenge the "stride step". They drew lines with sticks on the ground, and the golden rooster pulled each other after they became independent.

The study-loving group hurriedly seized the three windowsills outside the classroom after class. The classroom had to be cleaned and no one could be left to study, so they spread out their homework books on the narrow windowsill and carefully wrote the formal homework that was due in the afternoon.By finishing their homework ahead of time, they always have plenty of time to relax when they get home at noon.

Huihui and I don't belong to any school. We sat on the brick steps outside the classroom. Huihui took out a piece of red wool tied in a circle from his pocket, and I played with her back and forth with the flower rope.Huihui turned over a lot of tricks with her skillful hands, and I was so anxious that I scratched my head and failed again and again. Every time she won, she scratched my nose with her finger, smiling very happily.

"Yu Shaorong!" Someone called me.

"Ok?"

I turned around and saw a tall boy in a yellow sweater standing behind me. This tiger-headed boy had thick eyebrows, a pair of big round eyes, and two pointed canine teeth in his grin. He was holding a bottle of Wahaha in his hand and was facing I hand over.At this time, the so-called AD calcium milk hadn’t been born yet, and Wahaha only had small bottles, sweet and sour, one piece a bottle, an out-and-out luxury.

"What are you doing?" He is not as tall as our grade, and I don't seem to know him.

"Here, Wahaha." He stuffed the fruit milk into my hand again.

"Why did you give it to me?" I don't understand, I don't get paid for nothing.

The tall boy stuffed the fruit milk and the straw into my hand: "I told you to show me the chick, chicken, and I'll give you Wahaha."