I jumped left and right around Brother Li, but I couldn't get my glasses. Although I laughed and danced, I wouldn't call him Big Brother, and he wouldn't give it to me. I was in a hurry. Wearing his suit, he wanted to snatch it.
The squid shouted: "The four-eyed panda is going to splash again, Brother Li, don't just watch out for her hands, her mouth is more poisonous than her hands."
Hit people without slaps in the face, scolding without revealing scars! This squid is a pot that can't be opened and lifted! I was so angry that I didn't care about grabbing my glasses, so I picked up a plate of plastic apples for decoration in the corridor and smashed the squid. I was condescending and smashed him to the point where he couldn't fight back.
Brother Li and Xiaobo were both lying on the stairs and watching, saying sarcastic words while watching.
The few of us used to laugh together, play poker and tell jokes, but as Brother Li's business is getting bigger and bigger, everyone is in a hurry. Even if we meet, we always talk about business affairs. So, we laughed and cried, half crazy, half for fun, half just greedy for this simple happy time.
The squid hugged its head and jumped left and right to hide. I didn't expect a few people to come in. My apples flew towards them, seeing that it was about to hit the person walking in the front. One of them ran out and jumped. up and caught the apple.
Although it was blurry, my short-sightedness was not deep enough, and his figure was very familiar. I immediately recognized that it was Zhang Jun who was picking up the apple. I also thought of who had smashed the apple just now, so I couldn't help being stunned.
Brother Li slapped me on the back, using an empty palm, that is, with the five fingers together, the palm of the palm retracted as much as possible, and when it fell, there was air in the palm, so there was a loud slap. Listen carefully, but it doesn't actually hurt.
"Did you get into trouble? If you don't apologize to Brother Six, thank you Brother Xiaojun again."
As Brother Li said, the man had already walked downstairs, enthusiastically handed Brother Six a cigarette and a toast, and pulled him to sit.
Xiaobo pulled me into the room, put the glasses back on the bridge of my nose, and warned: "Stay indoors and don't go out. If you want to go home, if they haven't left, turn over from the balcony."
He was about to leave, I grabbed his arm and said, "Don't go out, Xiao Liu will definitely ask someone to drink you again."
He smiled: "It's okay, I'm good at drinking."
I had to let him go, sat in the room for a while, wanted to read but couldn't get in, decided to leave, turned down from the balcony, hooked my hands under the railing, dangling and dangling, thinking that I was going straight Jump down, still trying to grab the drain pipe by the wall and slide down.
On the street next to me, someone kept ringing the bicycle bell. I turned my head to see that it was the prodigy Chen Jin. He was riding on the bicycle, with one foot on the ground and one foot on the pedal, staring at me with wide eyes. When I lost my mind, the strength in my hands was gone, I fell and sat on the ground with my buttocks on the ground, almost smashing my buttocks into eight pieces, grimacing in pain and breathing frequently.
Chen Jin laughed out loud, and almost fell down with the bicycle. I gave him a cold look, pretended not to know him, stood up and left.
He pushed the bicycle to chase me: "Luo Qiqi, do you remember me?"
I pretended to be confused and looked at him in confusion. He was discouraged: "I'm Chen Jin. I sat at the same table with you in elementary school."
I still ignored him, he was not reconciled, he seemed a little unconvinced that he would be forgotten, and if he wanted to remind me, he would inevitably fall into self-bragging, which is even more disdainful for him, so he could only be bored. Pushing the bicycle dully, not talking, but not leaving.
I suddenly asked him, "Why?"
He asked back, "Why why?"
"Why aren't you Chen Jin anymore?"
He would feel sorry, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips: "It's too boring to be Chen Jin, my dad allows me to be lazy for a few years, otherwise, who knows what tricks my mother will have? A young college student, creating sensational news, she is quite a sight, but I have to be classmates with a bunch of old men and women, not to mention basketball and football, and I am afraid I don’t even have any friends who play table tennis.”
I understood: "Then you are Chen Jin again."
He sighed: "Yeah, I'm in high school, and I have to work hard to get into college. If I don't perform well, my dad will be dissatisfied."
I smiled: "Then I wish you victory!"
He also laughed: "What about you? When are you going to go all out?"
I asked, "What do you mean?"
He smiled and said: "I heard that you won the prize in the elementary school math competition. The classmates in the class should be quite surprised, but I didn't find it strange at all. When I sat at the same table with you, I realized that you are actually very smart. ."
I said disapprovingly: "I'm not the same as you, goodbye! Prodigy!" After that, I ran away quickly.
After the mid-term exam results, Chen Jin jumped from more than 200 grades when he entered the school to the first place in his grade, creating the biggest miracle of performance improvement since the establishment of the first middle school. All the teachers were stunned, and the high school teachers were busy talking to the junior high school teachers. I asked if he had good grades, but he made a mistake in the middle school entrance examination. Of course, the junior high school teacher shook his head and denied it. His grades improved so unbelievably that the junior high school and the high school did not communicate with each other, but we even heard about his name. In addition, he was four years younger than his peers. In an instant, the title of prodigy returned to him. Even Li Xin and Lin Lan from our class would talk about this prodigy in the high school.
However, Xiaofei was very disapproving, for fear that because of the halo of a child prodigy, I would be moved again and again and again warned me not to like Chen Jin. The mantra she taught me was "you are looking for a boyfriend, not a library".
I laughed out loud, Xiaofei always has a set of her own fallacies. Maybe because she has been number one since she was a child, she takes it for granted, so it is not uncommon at all.
After the mid-term exam, under the supervision of Zeng Hong, I continued to prepare for my speech competition. After trying to figure out the recitation speeches of countless famous artists on the radio, I gradually began to have my own experience.
One day, I chose Liu Xiyi's "Bad and White Headed Song" by Liu Xiyi.
The peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City fly to and fro.
Luoyang's daughter cherishes the color, and sighs every time the flowers fall.
This year the color of the flowers will change, and who will be the flowers next year
It has been seen that the pine and cypress have been destroyed for salary, and the mulberry field has become the sea.
The ancients did not revert to the east of Luocheng, and today people are still against Luohuafeng.
One year spent similar, each year is different.
Sending a message to the prosperous beauties, you should pity the half-dead old man.
This Weng Baitou is really pitiful, Yixi's beautiful young man.
Under the tree, the son, Wang Sunfang, and before the flowers fall.
There are splendid flowers on the Guanglu Pond, and immortals are painted in the pavilion of the general.
Once lying ill without acquaintance, who is Sanchun Xingle happy with
How long can Wanzhuan's moth eyebrows be, and his hair is messed up like silk.
But looking at the ancient singing and dancing places, only the birds and birds are sad at dusk.
Although I had a lot of speculation before the recitation, I knew that this was a sad poem that lamented the ruthlessness of time, but when I actually recited it, I don't know why, when I recited "the flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year", suddenly there is a poem. sadness.
Today, we are all sitting in a classroom, tomorrow, where will we be? Where am I? Where is Xiaofei? Where is Zhang Jun? Where is Xiaobo
The ancients also raised my question today, so when they asked "How long can I turn a moth's eyebrows", the answer they gave was "Yixi is a beautiful young man, and his hair is like silk in an instant."
We are so impatient to get rid of the shackles of teachers and parents and grow up, but when we grow up, do we realize how precious today’s time is
After I finished the recitation, Zeng Hong applauded vigorously, and the classmates looked at us stupidly. They didn't understand what I thought about in a short moment, but Zeng Hong should understand.
Zeng Hong asked me to go down and told me that I could stop reciting ancient poems. Starting from tomorrow, I would go to the office to find her during recess.
She took me to the large lecture hall and asked me to stand on the platform of the large lecture hall and look down at the empty chairs below.
"Starting today, we will formally practice speeches. Speeches are different from poetry recitations. They also rely on body language to impress the listeners. We must learn to use our eyes, smiles, and gestures to stimulate the listeners' emotions."
Under the guidance of Zeng Hong, I began to practice speech boringly over and over again. She corrected my every little action, and taught me what it means to be generous, impassioned, and sad but not sad. Dance team teacher, train me how to walk from the stage to the microphone, and how to bow gracefully after the speech.
I learned elegance from the dance teacher and walked up and down the stage. Zeng Hong was smoking a cigarette, akimbo, and pretending to be vulgar underneath.
The dance teacher and her are high school classmates, and they graduated from the same normal university. They have a deep relationship. They often teach me while scolding her: "Zeng Hong, if you look like this, you really can't get married."
Zeng Hong blew out the smoke ring and ignored her, then pointed at me coldly and scolded: "Luo Qiqi, why are you so stupid as a pig? You just taught you, but you forget it again! Laugh! Laugh! No matter how unhappy you are in your heart, you face Make me laugh!"
Thanks to the cornucopia, I have a little reputation among teachers. The dance teacher paid attention to my expression, but saw that I didn't care at all. Instead, she was a little surprised. , and said to Zeng Hong when they were resting: "This little girl is a bit interesting, no wonder you lazy bastard is willing to bother."
I'm not a three-year-old now. I've long known that there are all kinds of strange differences between scolding and scolding, and between good words and good words. Some people can hide their malice under praise, while others hide their painstaking efforts in scolding. What's good for you is not necessarily really good, and what's bad for you is not necessarily really bad.
I didn't participate in the speech contest alone in the whole grade. Other language teachers chose the best person in the class, and asked him to practice a few times and correct his mistakes, but Zeng Hong chose me as a bad guy. And she went to great lengths to trouble herself and others to train me. Even if she scolded me a hundred more times, I would still listen.
The five key junior high schools in the city gathered in the lecture hall of No. 1 Middle School to hold speech contests by grades. The TV station also recorded videos and broadcast clips in the city's news.
I finally lived up to Zeng Hong's training and won the second prize. The dance teacher felt a little regretful. She said that the first place was the girl's sweet voice, sunny appearance, and very youthful and energetic. In fact, my typhoon is more mature. But Zeng Hong and I are already very satisfied with the results. For me, I have been successful on stage by acting calmly and putting everything I have learned into play. And Zeng Hong personally cultivated a person who was shivering on the stage and didn't dare to raise his eyes to smile generously and speak well. She has seen her own success.
I found that Mr. Zeng and I are a bit similar. We are people who are willing to do our best in the process, but once the results come out, as long as we basically meet the requirements, we will be satisfied.
When I went to the stage to accept the award, a familiar figure suddenly swept out of the corner of my eyes, and Zhang Jun was walking out. I was momentarily absent-minded. The auditorium can only accommodate 2,000 people. The school does not require all students to participate. Most of the students who come are good students in the eyes of teachers, who are willing to participate in class activities and care about collective honor. The poor students took this opportunity of not attending classes as a school holiday and went outside to relax. Although Zhang Jun's grades are not bad, I don't believe that Zhang Jun will listen to this long and boring speech because of what his teachers and classmates think.
Why does he come
As soon as I opened my mind, I immediately shouted to myself to stop, why did he come, and what does it have to do with me
Since I won the speech contest, no matter how big or small the poetry recitation contest and speech contest are, teachers will let me go, and I will not refuse. I participate in all activities from school to city. On the one hand, it is to win prizes, and on the other hand, it is also to practice and improve skills.
Because of the speech contest, the teachers thought I was articulate and let me participate in the debate contest.
In fact, after overcoming my shyness and nervousness, the speech contest was not exciting, but the debate contest was very exciting. It had higher requirements for knowledge and reaction speed, which really suited my heart. I like to look for logical loopholes in the other party's language, or use the designed language to induce the other party to fall into the trap I set up.
I really enjoyed the moment when the other person was questioned by me.
I also started to win prizes frequently in debate competitions, and even teamed up with senior brothers and sisters to represent No. 1 Middle School to participate in the competition in the province.
With my "showing up", I gained a little reputation among teachers, parents, and classmates, and even my father's colleagues heard of my "good talk".
I pretended to be indifferent on the surface, but in my heart I was secretly proud of my "achievement". Every time I go to receive an award, I feel extremely excited when I think of sitting in the audience watching Guan He and Zhang Jun among my classmates. It seems that I am not defeating my opponent, but Guan He; it seems that my victory is not for the class and school , but for Zhang Jun.
I was secretly proud of my progress, but I forgot that when I was moving forward, Guan He didn't stand still.
An article written by Guan He for the school newspaper was voted on by the language teacher of class (5) to "Youth Literature and Art". "Youth Literature and Art" was not only adopted, but also published in the key position of that issue. Several Chinese teachers in the second grade mentioned this article in the Chinese class. Zeng Hong asked me to recite it to the whole class and appreciate Guan He's work together. Excellent writing.
Maybe very few people subscribe to "Youth Literature and Art" now, but in the 1990s, almost all school reading rooms would subscribe to this magazine. When there were not many newspapers and magazines at that time, it was widely distributed in China. , more influential than any youth magazine today. In comparison, the second prize of my speech, the three-second news on the city TV station is really not worth mentioning.
I saw Guan He's words turned into type and printed on beautiful pages. I can't tell what I feel in my heart. Anyway, besides sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy, I have to smile while reading. Otherwise, I have really failed the training of Cornucopia and Zeng Hongyi, a devil and an angel, and I am now The kung fu of smiling is really superb, at least even my master Zeng Hong couldn't see that my smile was fake.
I thought I was running hard, but I didn't expect Guan He to run faster. Just when I thought I was chasing Guan He a little bit, she left me far behind again, and the little pride in my heart was shattered before it could swell.
Thinking that the Chinese teacher in class (8) would also praise Guan He's talent in class, and maybe ask a classmate to read her article aloud for the whole class to appreciate it, I couldn't help but wonder how Zhang Jun would feel, I guess The taste is also very complex, but certainly not full of bitter jealousy like me.