Rebirth: Grab the Heart and Still Love

Mama Su took the nutritional supplements out of the fish bag and washed them, but the fishy smell had been smoked for too long, and the smell of these things could not be washed away. When I thought of eating Mama Su with the fishy smell in the future I feel very heartbroken.

"Why don't you send it to your grandpa and grandma? You are weak and you can't eat too much, and you can't finish it if you keep it." Mother Su said while washing, "But I guess your grandpa won't eat it. He hates fishy smell the most. Tsk , why can't it be washed off?"

Su Song is flipping through the elementary school test papers in his own room. The unit that Su's mother was allocated is not big, almost divided into two bedrooms, and the kitchen is across the hallway.

"Grandpa and grandma can't take these supplements, you can just send two of them, and eat the rest yourself!"

Su Xiulan didn't take it seriously, "I'm in good health, what are you doing with tonics?"

"It can't be wasted, right?" Su Song crossed from the room to the kitchen, and looked at his mother at the door, "Besides, you still don't eat enough chalk dust in class? When the season changes, you keep coughing, how is your health better?" ?”

"You are still taking care of my business! Go to study, if you get the bottom one in the exam, I don't think you will be ashamed!" Mother Su felt very humiliated when her son scolded her, and angrily drove him out of the kitchen.

Su Song still didn't give up, he clung to the kitchen door and refused to let go, "Mom, you can save yourself to eat, the body is the capital of the revolution!"

"Okay, I know you love me, I can eat!" Although Su's mother was impatient, her heart was warm.

Here Su Song is even more aggressive, "I still have to go for a physical examination every year! No, once every six months!"

Mother Su said contemptuously: "A boy only knows how to hang around your mother all day, and it will make people laugh if he talks about it."

Su Song laughed a few times, knowing that her mother had listened to the words, anyway, there is no rush now, as long as he is more concerned about the good people, Su's mother will only think that he is fussing.

Go back to your room and read a book.

Su Song’s room is very simple, a queen-sized Simmons bed occupies half of it, a wardrobe is placed on one side of the bed, and a wooden table is placed on the other side. Several rows of bookshelves are nailed to the wall above the wooden table, and the top is full of textbooks. and papers.

As a language teacher, Su Xiulan still reads a lot, and the book collection at home is also very rich, but the extracurricular books are placed in the big bookcase on the balcony, where there are a few soft chairs, which is just facing the sun.In the afternoon, Su Xiulan and Su Song, mother and son, sat there reading a book facing each other, with two cups of hot milk in their hands. The atmosphere was really quiet and warm. In retrospect, Su Song felt that his mother was simply too bourgeois.

It is also for this reason that Su Song's room did not have an extra bookcase when it was renovated, but only a few bookshelves for textbooks and homework.However, although the upper part is empty now, these rows of bookshelves will not be enough when I go to junior high school and high school, and I will still have to put a bookcase in the room.

Pulling out the papers he had done before from the bookshelf, Su Song glanced at the question types roughly.

The first question is to write Chinese characters according to the pinyin == Su Song felt a little ashamed to write this. Looking down, Su Song felt that the most difficult thing was filling in the blanks and reading comprehension.The fill-in-the-blank test is quite complicated, including dictation of ancient poems and prose, as well as allegory and some general knowledge of literary works, and even famous quotes from foreign celebrities will be tested.What's more interesting is that there is also a test on guessing lantern riddles on another paper.

These are all things that need to be memorized. Su Song put them aside first, took out the math paper and read it.

Compared with Chinese, mathematics is much simpler. He still has a little impression of some simple formulas, and he can almost use them after reading a few questions.

After heaving a sigh of relief, Su Song decided to do a few sets of math papers to practice first.The placement test only takes Chinese and mathematics, and there are still nearly two weeks left, so there is plenty of time.

Su Xiulan came in to see it a few times, stood behind Su Song and looked at him, he was a little hesitant at first, but then she wrote the math papers with great speed!No matter how mathematics is not a subject she teaches, after reading it for a long time, I can only come up with one emotion: "The handwriting looks better than before, and it seems that calligraphy has not fallen behind."

After her reminder, Su Song remembered something, looked up at Su's mother quickly, "Ms. Zhao said when is the next class?"

He started practicing calligraphy at the age of six, and never let go of it until he was working. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone stayed with him longer than a scalpel.Practicing calligraphy can not only cultivate one's body, but also strengthen one's fingers. Su Song feels that he has a deep understanding. In the anatomy class when he was studying medicine, he was famous for his steady hands.

At this time, when Su's mother mentioned calligraphy, he remembered that he hadn't practiced for a long time, and his hands were itchy.

Teacher Zhao was his first teacher, who taught him until he graduated from high school, and was taken to Australia by his daughter, and he never met again.

Su Xiulan was quite supportive of her son's hobbies, "Ms. Zhao said that you can go there anytime you have time."

"Then tomorrow morning." Su Song couldn't wait to see his mentor who had been away for many years.

"I haven't seen you so active before." Su Xiulan said to him with a smile, and after thinking about it for a while, she said, "The basic test is coming soon. You should read more books at home recently. I remember that you wrote a few words in the last Chinese test." There is an eternal quatrain of 'two red apricots come out of the wall, and a group of egrets go up to the blue sky'."

Su Song didn't expect that he had such a dark history. After sweating for a while, he said, "Then I will learn calligraphy in the morning and review it at home in the afternoon?"

"You don't need to go every day. You used to go once every two days. Calligraphy depends on persistent practice. It's the same when you write at home. Go once every three days. I'll call you Teacher Zhao first. ’” said Mother Su.

Su Song thought for a while and thought it made sense, so he nodded, "That's fine, but I've been sick for a few days and missed a few classes, so let's go tomorrow morning."

"It's up to you." Mother Su went to the living room to make a phone call.

"...Enenen, he is in good health and wants to come to class tomorrow."

"It's all good, I said I missed you a lot."

"Okay, okay, then I'll go and talk to him."

The sound of mother Su calling Teacher Zhao came from the living room. Su Song put down the paper in his hand and listened with his ears.

"Don't listen, your teacher Zhao just asked about your physical condition, and I heard that you are so happy and gave you some homework." Su's mother had a panoramic view of Su Song's small movements in the living room.

"What homework?" Su Song is not an ordinary child after all, and he didn't react much when he heard that there was homework. In his opinion, he was just recovering from a serious illness, and Teacher Zhao was reluctant to assign too heavy homework.

Sure enough, Mother Su said, "It's nothing, just two big characters."

Su Song got excited, swept the things on the table aside, found his own calligraphy practice outfit from under the desk, put a piece of felt cloth on it and spread rice paper on it, the town calmed down, took out a brush and dipped it in ink, and brewed After a while he decided to write the ancient poems in the primary school textbook he had read just now.

Plowing fields during the day and growing hemp at night

The children of the village have their own homes

Tongsun has not solved for farming and weaving

Also learn to grow melons in Sangyin

This poem is called "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous". If he hadn't turned to the elementary school textbook, Su Song would never have remembered this poem.I actually learned a lot of ancient poems in elementary school, but I can only remember a few of them. It’s a pity when I think about it. After studying for so many years, my mind is like fetching water from a bamboo basket, leaving nothing but nothing.

Su's mother stood aside and watched him write. Su Song learned regular script at the beginning, and his writing was upright. But later he dabbled in cursive script and cursive script. When he started writing regular script, he was not as rigorous as before. Su's mother immediately picked it. Something went wrong.

"You wrote too casually. Although it looks better than before, your teacher Zhao will probably scold you."

Handwriting is like a person. Mr. Zhao writes regular script well. He is also very rigorous and rigid. He likes to teach students stroke by stroke and has high requirements for details.Su Song had no choice but to cancel the rewrite.