Everything is the same. I, an unlucky star, gave the first class in the New Year and cast a shadow over the whole class. And I myself will soon be overwhelmed by dark clouds. From the tone of teacher Shi's reading, I can hear that I can't wait to drive me out of this sacred hall at once. He hates me very much, but I don't hate him. I hate myself.
My scabies are getting worse and worse, and the terrible itching contributes to the chest tightness, dryness and heat and insomnia, making them worse. I'm numb to the passage of time. Nevertheless, I still have a little comfort, that is, after I sweat. I know, sweating, like the scouring of heavy rain, makes me look brand-new, bright and elegant, with red lips and white face, and the faint sadness often revealed in beautiful eyes, which makes my face show an unspeakable beauty. This is beyond everyone's understanding, including myself. My illness is the only exception in the world.
In the face of my rare beauty in my illness, it is impossible not to attract the attention and curiosity of others. Yu Deli, a sports commissioner, sat beside my dormitory bed and reminded me of "morbid beauty" in person. I know, it's a euphemism for jealousy. Lang Zhiya, this glib friend of Yu Deli's, is a sex maniac. She looks good and dresses well, but she hasn't attracted the beauty Zhao Ling yet. He was not satisfied with this and thought he had found the reason. You see, without consulting others, he drove my colleague Wu Jinshan away and replaced him himself. What are the benefits of being with patients? A game? I said to myself: if you want to say your good, just say it, but don't drag me into this. It is said that Ron Zhi Ya has been to the girls' dormitory several times alone. I thought his interest arose after Mr. Shi talked about the translation standard of "faithfulness, expressiveness and elegance", and he thought he had reached a quite elegant realm. In short, Lang Zhiya made Huang Tieqiao sit at the same table with me.
Once after class, shortly after I was washed by sweat, I turned around unintentionally, put my hands on the tables on both sides, and let my tight chest open slightly. Chen Ling, a few meters away, asked for a small mirror in the back row, and photographed her beautiful and healthy face in front of me, as if to compare with me. I won't give up. In that case, let's have a competition! My eyes crossed her shoulders and stared out of the window, never leaving her in front of the mirror.
I don't know when Mr. Shi's indifference to me has changed a little, but this is by no means a concern, but a joke, playing with me as a mentally retarded person. He asked me to write silently on the blackboard: "He is a worker. He is a farmer. Father, mother, brother and sister. " Or recite "one, two, three, four, five", "bend, vomit, think sharp,," once he actually spoke in English for a long time, probably saying that you are out of your mind and everything is full of insults; Say that finish, ignore me, "forget" and let me sit down. My heart is broken!
Actually, Zhang Lan Ting, the girl minister, sympathized with me. The reason is that her father is a Chinese teacher in County No.1 Middle School, so her Chinese is definitely not bad, and she also appreciates the composition. The girls' dormitory is next door to Mr. He, and girls often go to Mr. He's house to play. They know best who can write in the whole class and even the whole school. Of course it's me! I write seven or eight compositions a semester, each with 80 points. I never need the teacher to change a word, and I never make a draft, as everyone knows. Especially when I feel so uncomfortable and my face is so handsome. I'm also very talented in math and good at calligraphy.
I went to the classroom that day, and I was the only one who didn't enter the classroom. Oh, isn't that Zhang Lan talking to Miss Deng on the roof? She didn't come into the classroom either. I took a closer look and saw her eyes red and crying sadly, saying, "Teacher Shi," the beautiful teacher comforted her, "He is such a person, don't listen to him!" Of course, I doubt what Zhang Lan said has anything to do with me. Why are you crying, Zhang Lan? She defended me. She cried, fearing that I would be killed sooner or later. Later, I had conclusive evidence that Zhang Lan personally told my good friend Yuan to come to see me.
Yuan said he was afraid of his death? Joke, he is very proud! Although I said I wouldn't commit suicide, I did gain the strength and confidence to overcome difficulties from the arms of girls. And it will never be forgotten.
One day, it was raining in Mao Mao outside. After lunch, I sat on the high bunk bed, scratching and applying Huang Liu ointment. A new student who joined the league suddenly broke into the door and asked the guests to pack cigarettes, one for each. After lighting it, I put it on the edge of the bed and let it go. I never smoke. It's a shame to throw it away. I will spread scabies and enjoy its lingering smoke to get rid of it! I watched plumes of smoke, listened carefully to the drizzle outside the window, and my thoughts ran far away.
When the bell rang, I quickly rolled over and got out of bed. At the end of the third class in the afternoon, suddenly the noise outside is getting louder and louder and closer. Someone reported that Master Zhou, a worker, had just smelled coke and asked me to come out. He saw the smoke billowing from our dormitory and the flames were soaring, so he broke into the house and called several other workers to put out the fire together. Finally, the fire was put out. All the teachers and students heard that they had built nests. As soon as I saw the scene, my heart was shocked, and it was over! The fire started under my bed, and the bed and quilt under it were all burned out, dark and watery underground. What should I do? This is obviously my damn cigarette. I must insist that this matter has nothing to do with me, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. Everyone is talking about it, and I won't participate at all, pretending that nothing happened. I eat dinner calmly and attend evening self-study classes.
There was no quiet in the whole evening study, so I felt very safe. The next night, when studying by himself, Mr. Shi came in and said to the police, "Leave me all those who smoke at noon!" " "I hesitated and slipped away. I'm really scared. I walked to the dormitory in fear and trembling. Before I sat down, someone called me: "He Mingshan, Teacher Shi told you to go!" " "My heart suddenly fell into the cold water dish, knowing that something was wrong. As soon as I entered the classroom, I fell into the situation of being tried; A young teacher's eyes are clear and dark like police dogs, which makes me nervous. After three or five interrogations, four or five parties confronted me, and I confessed, but I didn't expect Mars to fall from above. They returned to the Victory, thanked me for cooperating so quickly, and said, "Go to rest!" "I walked back to the dormitory alone in the dark, and everyone stopped saying anything when they saw me come in. I remembered the broken ladder on the day of school. This is all fate. what can I do? It's none of my business to be angry if you are angry.
Nobody talked about my punishment for two or three days. Sometimes you don't care about speculation, be more calm. My family's intellectual said to me, "You don't know that the thunder hit your head!" I was dazed for a moment, and I realized that I was deceiving myself. Huang Tieqiao said, "If I am punished like this, I will jump into the river!" " Like getting fired? But after a rational comprehensive analysis, I won't be fired. Is my crime lighter than adultery a few days ago? I only remember big mistakes. Didn't it inspire me to bravely throw myself into the Yangtze River to feed the fish? Is it worthwhile for me to ask such a person about my punishment?
Finally, I waited until someone told me to find Director He. I wandered in front of the long row of houses in the teacher's dormitory for a while, but I didn't see a figure, and I didn't know where to go for a while. Zhang Lan suddenly came out of nowhere and hit me in front of me. She pointed to a half-opened door and said, "This."
I walked in timidly, but I didn't see the shadow of Director He. I was so upset that I suddenly saw something printed on the table. At first glance, it's an announcement. ",,,He Mingshan school, ambitious, idle, poor grades, to make matters worse,,, for serious school discipline, education, decided by the school research, give administrative demerit once. ,,,"
I don't know why, my firm belief disappeared in front of this black and white a few hours ago, and I couldn't help sobbing violently. I didn't believe it, so I took it and looked at it several times. "Management" and "greater than" are so terrible that my tears almost sound like waterfalls. Then I almost wondered why I cried so happily. I've never been so tearful in years. It's like a strange instinct.
Slowly, about 20 minutes passed and my tears dried up. Suddenly I found the words "He Changchun" written on the cover of Director He's math textbook. I thought it was so well printed. It's amazing to think that the owner of brush calligraphy on the math wall last time was He Changchun!
Suddenly, I heard the sound of eating in the distance, like the sound of mice scraping waste paper and leaves. I turned my head and saw that Director He had been hiding in the corner of a mosquito net one meter behind me like a ghost, reading his newspaper intently. His thin limbs and face look like a vicious, cunning and clever little animal, such as a mixture of monkeys and poisonous snakes. He looks relaxed in shorts. Seeing me turn around, he slowly got out of bed and saw my red eyes, without any response; The thin monkey slipped past the desk and asked me coldly, "What's the matter? Is it wronged? " It seems that other than that, we let me go without saying anything.