Rebirth Night Talk

The weather is getting hotter, and the school requires students to wear white shirts, blue pants, and white sneakers uniformly.Zhao Xuejun was wearing the old clothes of his second brother Zhao Xuebing. The white shirt was not white, it was gray and there were ink marks on the back of the shirt.Zhao Xuejun remembers that when he was a child, he always got angry with his parents because of wearing old clothes. Who doesn't like to wear brand new clothes?Now, he just took the white shirt that his mother had changed, smiled, and got on his body without thinking about it.

Seeing his son in old clothes, Gao Juzi was heartbroken, but that heartache only lingered for a moment and then was thrown aside.The husband has been promoted, and there are more and more things at home, and there are more and more human contacts.Children will be given six-foot cotton cloth when they are full moon, washbasin and thermos pots will be given to them when they get married, and two packs of calcium milk biscuits will be given to friends and colleagues who are sick and hospitalized.These things have to be bought with money. Even if you don't want to give them away, it's really bad if people come to your house to invite them.More and more places needed money, so Gao Juzi took the initiative to go home and ask his father for Zhao Jianguo's 3000 yuan re-military fee.That night, she came back crying, reluctant to buy a [-] cents ticket, and walked [-] miles back on the mountain road.

Zhao Jianguo has been very generous recently, maybe because he really became a leader. He knew that his wife had returned to her natal family to ask for money, and he also expected that she would never come back.But he didn't say anything. In the past, maybe he would really quarrel with his wife because of the 3000 yuan and force her to go back to her natal home. Even if he knew that he would not return the 3000 yuan, he would always let it out.Now, he has too much hope for his future in life, and he vaguely thinks that 3000 yuan is not that important.He has a lot of things to do, and in the future he can foresee that his world will definitely not be as simple as 3000 yuan.Every day, every day, he is very busy. Apart from going to work, he has to find time to study. He feels that he is almost ignorant, ignorant of people, and ignorant of living.Sometimes, he would sit quietly in the office and think about the wonderful question of why people are alive. After thinking about it, he would take a pair of chess pieces and go to the city museum on his bicycle to find a chess piece after get off work.

Lao Chang is the concierge of the museum. He is really an interesting person. What makes him interesting is that he has a wonderful interpretation of life and the world. He has his own charming explanation for almost every problem that Zhao Jianguo can't figure out. , such as history, such as units, such as families, such as the present era.In the vast world, ever-changing, never departing from its roots.

Zhao Jianguo never felt that he lost his identity when he interacted with Lao Chang. He just used his own way to learn Lao Chang's intonation very seriously, tried his best to imitate those interesting intonations, combined with historical figures, and forced himself to write down one story after another. History There are always similarities. I often compare the current world with history, and sometimes this comparison often gives Zhao Jianguo a kind of living enlightenment.All suddenly, but that's all.

Compared with the changes in his father, Zhao Xuejun is still living a life that is similar but not the same as before. After June 25st, the teacher put him and the female monitor Peng Juan together.On the afternoon of the first day after the vacation, Peng Juan combed [-] small braids and came to school like a little Xinjiang person. In an instant, she became a man of the hour.

The students in the temporary class came to visit, and the senior students also came to visit. Finally, the teachers called Peng Juan to the office to appreciate it for a while.Peng Juan was delighted, but she didn't know that her deskmate looked at her with the eyes of an alien. Think about it, white shirt, blue pants, red scarf and 25 small braids that African blacks are used to. It can be described as strange to the extreme.

"What are you looking at! Have you never seen a Xinjiang person?" Peng Juan raised her proud chin and cast a contemptuous glance at Zhao Xuejun.She thought she was beautiful, incomparably beautiful.

I have never seen Zhao Xuejun lower his head speechlessly, and treat a woman, no matter how old the woman is, if he doesn't care about it, he can save a lot of things.This is an experience lived for many years.Zhao Xuejun lowered his head and flipped through his textbook. His textbook was new as if it had just been issued, and there were very few sketches in his textbook.

Seeing that Zhao Xuejun didn't speak, Peng Juan started looking for something again: "Zhao Xuejun, have you watched "Spring Water Ding Dong"? My mother took me to watch it on June [-]st. It was so good, and I even learned to sing the little conch in it." .” Peng Juan hummed the tune in the movie, she looked cute.

"You learned it after reading it once?" Zhao Xuejun hurriedly fawned, and they will sit together for a semester. He has seen this girl pierce the same table with the tip of a compass, and her hands are not ordinary black.

"Of course, I will be able to listen to any song once. My mother said that I will be a singer in the future." Peng Juan felt very good about herself. After she finished speaking, she took a contemptuous glance at the classroom door The classmates who came to visit her were crowded, and they were so beautiful that they almost floated away.

Zhao Xuejun carefully searched for Peng Juan's later trajectory in his memory, but he had long forgotten about this person, and even he almost didn't know this proud little girl.The only thing he can be sure of is that there are no musicians resounding all over the country in Wanlin City now, and there won't be any in the next few decades, and there is nothing wrong with her, Peng Juan.

A bell rang for the start of class, and children who were playing rushed into the classroom chattering. This class was a music class.In the boring campus life, almost every child likes music class.Following a burst of chaos, the children found out the music textbooks, and the student on duty went to the teacher's office to bring the school's only musical instrument, a pedal organ. Although this old-fashioned musical instrument, the children will learn it in five years I have seen it countless times in my life, but every time I see them, I am very excited.Before the teacher came in, some "warriors" would run up to the podium, open the lid of the piano and play it abruptly.

"I want to report to the teacher!" Peng Juan yelled, jumped onto the podium and beat the "Warrior" desperately. "Warrior" cursed and retreated unconvinced, not daring to make too much resistance.What kind of place is the podium? It is a place only for sacred teachers and class representatives. It is a place for colored chalk, and ordinary people are not allowed to go there.

The new music teacher at the school is beautiful and fashionable. Two or three minutes after the bell rang, this music teacher who graduated from a normal school was at the forefront of the times. Wrapped in a light green gauze, she walked in with a textbook under her arm.

Zhao Xuejun could clearly feel Peng Juan trembling, and then raised her head high.He said loudly and crisply: "Stand up!"

"Hello teacher!" "Hello students!"

Music class, music class, Zhao Xuejun is sure that he doesn’t like music class, firstly, he is familiar with every song here, and he wants to cry if he is familiar with it, secondly, he will completely understand the songs in his memory piece by piece Breaking it apart is torture.Thirdly, he is a sound idiot.

He really admires the versatility of music teachers in this era. They can play the piano, draw scores, conduct, dance, and teach some very useful knowledge.Throughout the class, Zhao Xuejun stared at the teacher's fashionable flared trousers from time to time, and the high-heeled leather shoes with the flared width of the trousers almost covered up and down.He listened to the crisp and rhythmic humming of the teacher's pretentiously elegant Putonghua mixed with local dialect endings.The hand holding the textbook and cocking the little finger beat the time vigorously, and the heels of the shoes kept in sync with passion.I have to say that the teacher is very beautiful and wonderful.This period of childhood, he felt fresh, although he had forgotten it, he decided to relive it, he carefully looked at the teacher's face, this time, he felt that he would never forget her again.

After school, Zhao Xuejun and Peng Juan stood at the gate of the school with red armbands on duty. They checked the order of the school team and stopped the children from buying snacks amidst the mournful expressions of the vendors.Peng Juan is serious, her Xinjiang hair is particularly eye-catching, everyone is looking at her, this little girl is getting more and more serious, every loud scolding makes others have to look at her.Zhao Xuejun was helpless. He hid far away, stood in a cool place, and looked up at the sky.

"Xuejun, dad told me to take you to take a bath!" Zhao Xuewen came to pick up his younger brother on his father's bicycle in a bluff.He goes to junior high school, and the junior high school is not next to the elementary school, the two places are separated by a street.

"Zhao Xuejun! How old are you? You even asked your brother to take you to take a bath. You are such a little emperor." Peng Juan sneered for a while, and then looked around.Little emperor, this is not a good word, it is despised by all the children of this era.

Zhao Xuejun accepted it calmly and ignored it. He hung his schoolbag around his brother's neck and reached out to touch his brother's pocket.Zhao Xuewen smiled and looked at the one catty of national food stamps that his younger brother took out, plus fifty cents to explain: "I have breakfast, and our classmates invited me, a sugar biscuit."

"Really?" Zhao Xuejun looked closely at his brother's body.

"Really, that boy's father is from Sanyun. His family is rich, and he often invites me to eat. What do you eat, I will buy it for you." Zhao Xuewen bent down to pick up his younger brother, put him on the front beam of the bicycle, and the two brothers together Waiting for Zhao Xuebing, Zhao Xuebing was on duty today, and he came out relatively late, the first thing he said as soon as he rushed out of the school gate was: "Brother, buy me a small bean ice cream!"

Zhao Xuewen looked around and saw that the students on duty had already dispersed, so he quietly spent six cents to buy two small bean sorbets for his younger brothers. When the younger brothers ate the sorbet, he felt it was sweeter than eating it himself.In this way, the three brothers happily went to the government bathing hall to take a bath together.

To say that in the past, the director of the office was really not rich, even if there was, it would be a shame to take advantage of the public in this era.The government bathhouse is under Zhao Jianguo's management, but Zhao Jianguo's children still have to spend money to take a bath, ten cents each.One point less, the aunt who watched the bathhouse would not ask them to go in.The Zhao family's children are clean and have to take a bath twice a week. Since Zhao Xuejun was born again, this subtly hygienic habit has driven away the lice from the children early on.

A small pinch of washing powder, half a bar of medicated soap, an old towel, and a broken dental cup are all the tools for bathing.Zhao Xuewen helped his younger brothers take off their clothes, found an old newspaper, folded the clothes neatly, and rolled them up in a corner.The three naked pigs smacked each other's naked bodies happily, "slap!" all of a sudden, "slap" all of a sudden.

"Wow, there are so many people!" Zhao Xuebing sighed, looking at the human figures surrounded by steam in the bathroom, what day is this?Do people in government agencies take a bath together?There are at least five people waiting under a lotus canopy, and the pool on one side of the bathing hall is full of people.

"Why don't we wait?!" Zhao Xuewen asked his brothers.

Zhao Xuejun looked around and shook his head. He took a few steps forward, tried his best to push away the adults sitting by the edge of the bath, and slowly went down the pond.He looked up at his brothers, and the two shook their heads together, probably feeling embarrassed.Zhao Xuejun walked slowly to the center of the bathing pool, stopped for a moment and squatted down, and suddenly shouted: "Brother! Look at my fart of Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Man!!!"

On the surface of the pool, there was a sudden gurgling, gurgling bursts of fart bubbles.The adults around quietly took two steps back.

After a while, Zhao Xuejun yelled again: "Brother! Brother! Watch me catch the moon!!!!!!!"

There was another burst of fart bubbles on the surface of the water...

Zhao Xuejun's farts are endless, such as Haidilao farts, drunk farts, eagle claw farts, etc. After he let it go for a while, all the adults in the bathtub hid completely.

Zhao Xuejun triumphantly waved at his brothers, Zhao Xuewen, Zhao Xuebing hesitated for a moment, walked over holding their noses, and slowly got down the spacious pool.Zhao Xuewen sniffed it tentatively, and there was no bad smell in the air, so he quietly asked, "San'er? Where did you fart so much?"

Zhao Xuejun sat on the steps of the shallow pool, dragged out the toothbrush cup from the water with a smirk on his face, pressed it upside down into the water, and soon a string of air bubbles were released.

"Haha!!! This kid!" Before Zhao Xuewen could laugh out loud, there was a laughter from an adult beside him, and then two people thumped!thump!He got out of the pool, and while he was doing it, he was still in admiration: "Smelly! It stinks! What kind of smell is this? This is carrot fart! Haha...! It stinks to death."

Zhao Xuejun looked up for a long time, this person was wearing clothes, it was different from not wearing clothes.An acquaintance, an acquaintance of the old Zhao family, this is Wang Xi's father, Uncle Wang.Last time, Zhao Xuejun opened the head of another child, causing his son to get six stitches, but the children didn't meet each other because they always felt that they couldn't save face.The two fathers, both from the army, became close friends.Uncle Wang doesn't have many friends locally, and his wife who is with the army stays at home all the time.Later, Zhao Jianguo was promoted and made a favor and arranged for Uncle Wang's wife to join the government's logistics.

"Where's your dad?" Uncle Wang asked the boss while washing.

Zhao Xuewen replied: "My dad is busy and went to the countryside with the leader."

Uncle Wang nodded, grabbed his muddy son Wang Xi from his side, and slapped him without waiting for him to resist: "Lie down! I'm in junior high school, and I still have to serve you."

Wang Xi lay humiliated on the edge of the pool, his eyes still full of hatred, he stared at Zhao Xuejun, Zhao Xuejun winked and winked triumphantly.

Layer after layer of old mud, each section is an inch long.The mud ball on Wang Xi's body was rubbed by his father, and it fell down astonishingly.The three brothers of the Zhao family saw it so rare that they completely forgot that they were even worse a few years ago.

"San'er, I'll rub the mud balls for you." Zhao Xuewen's tone showed a hint of love for his younger brother. He hugged his younger brother to the wall of the pool and lay down on his face. Zhao Xuejun's face was facing Wang Xi's.

Zhao Xuejun felt nothing, he closed his eyes, his body was rubbed with just enough strength by his elder brother, he hummed comfortably, and while enjoying it, he spit out phlegm from the sky.

"Bah!" Wang Xi spit out thick phlegm with hatred on his face.

Of course Zhao Xuejun refused, and spat back:

"Pooh!"

"Bah!"

"I... bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah!"

In this way, some people, with their decades-old souls, shamelessly spat at each other like mutual hatred with a first-year junior high school kid.

Wang Xi was beaten, and Zhao Xuejun was thrown into the pool by his brother and drank a mouthful of mud ball water.The war ended early due to the interference of the adults. Zhao Xuejun watched Uncle Wang kick Wang Xi away with a villainous face. The guy occasionally turned around and threatened: "You wait!"

Zhao Xuejun was not afraid, he stood at the door of the bathhouse to bid farewell to his brothers, Zhao Xuewen told his younger brother worriedly: If you see him, hide, if he dares to be mean, brother will beat him to death for you.

Zhao Xuejun was so moved that he hugged his elder brother for a while, but his elder brother was absent-minded today. He and the guy he met in the bathhouse have finished writing novels. They are going to the poplar grove for government logistics, where the developing teenagers will hide quietly On the one hand, enjoy the shameless ballroom dance of a man hugging a woman.The second brother is leaving too. He and his friends are going to the school to play table tennis on the stone platform.Zhao Xuejun waved his little hand, indicating that it was okay to go home alone, and he could not go far, but his brother pedaled over, grabbed him, and stuffed five cents into his hand.

Grabbing his brother's five cents, Zhao Xuejun strolled home with his schoolbag on his shoulders. When he was about to reach the small courtyard, he saw Peng Juan, the female squad leader. Peng Juan, who had changed into her school uniform, was playing very happily.A group of boys, girls and children gathered in front of the telegraph pole, and Peng Juan was tied to the telegraph pole, pretending to be heroic and righteous, and yelled loudly: "Bah! Dog traitor!"

The male kid standing opposite is the "warrior" in his class. He imitates a spy and is called a talented person. I saw him wearing his hat crookedly, holding a belt, waving it in the air a few times, and smiling wretchedly. And a proper dubbing: "Crack! Crack! Say, are you a GCD?!"

"Ah! Ah! Bah! Fear of death is not GCD! Dog spy! You are a rabbit whose tail can't grow any longer!" Peng Juan screamed, filled with righteous indignation, heroic and unyielding, and finally committed suicide by biting her tongue. .

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Zhao Xuejun trembled, swaying in the trembling wind, he supported the big tree and held his stomach, thinking that it would be better to die in the next moment, the laughter startled the little friend on the opposite side, probably because he was a little embarrassed to be seen playing with girls . The "Warrior" classmate turned around and ran away with a group of children, leaving the lonely martyr Peng Juan tied to the pole.

Zhao Xuejun wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, walked over slowly with a forced haha, and did not intend to untie Peng Juan, Peng Juan struggled a few times, feeling very humiliated, tears fell down.

"Ah, people from Xinjiang." Zhao Xuejun tugged at his 25 braids.

"Humph!"

"Aha! Bite your tongue and kill yourself, you are so brave!"

Twist the twine that binds.

Peng Juan was crying, howling, Zhao Xuejun froze for a moment, turned around and ran away, he was fine, why is he so fragile? In the starry sky of the 80s, the stars are shining every moment. Peng Juan was tied to the pole alone, crying and cursing: "Stinky Zhao Xuejun, dog traitor! I'm going to report to the teacher!!!!!! Wow! !!!!!!”