"Beanie! Get up!"
Awakened by a rough shove, Chen Yuanming was stunned for a moment before realizing that someone called him by his nickname, and the cold wind poured in along the open door. He shivered and got up from the bed.
Fei put on some damp underwear, then put on a thick sweater coat, turned around and looked beside him, the small round table was already spread out in the middle of the room, and there were several bowls on it. It was his own pickled radish sticks. A man was drinking porridge and chewing steamed buns in front of the table. Noticing Chen Yuanming's gaze, he glared at him and cursed loudly, "What are you doing! Wash your face and eat quickly!"
"Go." The woman next to him also gave him a push, and put a boiled egg on the table, "The egg will be cold in a while."
Chen Yuanming picked up the towel without saying a word and walked out the door. Turning right out of the door, there is a public toilet and a pool at the end of the corridor. By this time, the peak period of rushing for toilets in the morning had passed. Without much effort, he finished his personal hygiene, turned on the rusty faucet, and poured a handful of water on his face. .
In winter, the water is terribly cold, and there are still burn marks on the black water pipes. Obviously, it was frozen again at night, and I don’t know which neighbor tossed it away. In just a few seconds after washing my face, my hands were flushed red, and the cold sores on my little fingers and the back of my hands began to throb and itch. On the long and narrow corridor beside me, a smell of firewood smoke and the smell of food hit my face, and every household in the corridor was noisy. This is the dormitory for the staff of L City Bearing Factory, a large state-owned enterprise in the city. There are eight households on the first floor and a total of three-story dormitory buildings. Every morning is a scene of chaos. He has lived in this place for 21 years and is familiar with everything here.
But now... After twisting a towel, he moved his already frozen hands and raised his head. Now, however, he is only 15 years old.
"It takes so long to wash your face, do you want to be late again?"
When he entered the house, the screeching sound hit him in the face. Chen Yuanming silently put down the towel and sat down at the table. A bun tucked into his hand.
"Order, it's half past six!" Two hands neatly peeled off the egg skin, and threw the white tender boiled egg into the rice soup, splashing a small splash. "Don't be lethargic all day, it's time for the final exam, right?"
"There's still a week." After nibbling on the steamed buns, the choking soda noodle smell stimulates the taste buds. Steaming at home will always taste like this. Pulling the eggs in the bowl with chopsticks, Chen Yuanming suddenly felt a rush in his eyes. "Mom, don't boil the eggs, I'm fine..."
"What nonsense." The woman neatly put a few empty bowls in the pot and soaked them, "Our family is not short of these two dollars."
This time the man didn't say anything, just let out a cold snort, strode out of the door, and made a loud bang when the door closed. Chen Yuanming paused slightly with his chopsticks, added a piece of radish, and ate it with rice porridge.
Seeing that the father and son were still in the cold war, Wang Juan couldn't help but sighed. She put on her jacket and put it on her pocket, and said hello to her son, "I'm going to work. You should also finish your meal and go to school. Remember to lock the door when you leave."
Chewing vigorously what was in his mouth, Chen Yuanming nodded. The door was closed, but the noise outside the door could not be stopped. Students arrive at school at 6:45, and the factory starts at 7:00. These two timings are doomed to be busy in the morning. The jingling of bicycles, the clamoring of children, and the screaming of some parents echoed through the narrow corridors, year after year, day by day.
In the accompaniment of this sound, Chen Yuanming finished his breakfast, put the bowl in the pot, picked up his schoolbag and walked out the door. It was a long January night, and it was still pitch black outside the door. The cold wind slapped his face like a knife, and his coat couldn't stop the chill. He sniffed, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the school.
After a few days of daze, now the memory is like a mirror that has been wiped away, slowly becoming clearer. From home to school is a slow downhill dirt road with uneven potholes, and when it rains, it is muddy and unable to pull out my shoes. There were no street lights on the whole section of the road. A few years ago, some corn and vegetables were planted on the roadside. Later, they were crowded out by privately expanding the houses. Perennial rancid smell.
It was this dirt road with complicated conditions, but Chen Yuanming walked without stumbling. Without him, too familiar. From elementary school to junior high school, every day at two o'clock and one line, walk for 15 minutes, and then walk down the slope. At the corner of the downhill is adjacent to Changli No. 5 Primary School and No. 3 Middle School. In these two schools, he spent his entire youth.
As a large-scale state-owned enterprise in the early years, L City Bearing Factory has a population of more than 100,000 employees and their family members. It has more than a dozen staff dormitories, schools, hospitals, clubs, bathhouses and other auxiliary facilities. In key middle schools, since the implementation of 9-year compulsory education and the system of choosing schools nearby, paying high school selection fees to squeeze in cross-regional students has become a highlight of the third middle school.
It's just this scene that became the shadow of Chen Yuanming's early childhood.
When he stepped into the school gate, the first class bell had rang. Chen Yuanming didn't step up, just glanced at the teacher's office on the second floor, and turned upstairs. On the west end of the third floor of the classroom building of Class 3, next to the corridor, when the classroom door was opened, dozens of pairs of eyes shot at him.
Curious, contemptuous, surprised, sullen... The natural attitude of young girls and young girls is far from being able to hide their inner age, and this kind of natural attitude becomes more and more dazzling. Chen Yuanming's face was blank, he didn't even lift his eyelids, he went straight to the seventh row and sat down. The girl at the same table grinned slightly, as if she wanted to distance herself from him.
Putting the schoolbag into the drawer, taking out the textbook, paper and pen, Chen Yuanming glanced at the little girl with ponytails beside her, what was her name, Wang Qian? Wang Ting? Can not remember. Not to mention that he has a strange head, but when he wasn't crazy, he didn't have much interaction with these classmates.
Just sitting down, the crisp high-heeled shoes sounded in the corridor, and a middle-aged woman walked into the classroom. High-heeled leather shoes, a black ankle-length wool skirt, and a bright red short down jacket. She was fashionable in the early 1990s, but her facial expression ruined everything. Her long hair was high behind her head, and under the silver-rimmed frame was a pair of sharp and thin The long triangle eyes, if there is a sneer hanging on the corner of her mouth, complements the arrogant aura she exudes all over her body.
Sitting in the second row, the monitor brush stood up. "stand up!"
The sound of the table and chairs moving suddenly rang out, and the whole class stood up.
"Hello teacher!"
The voices are neat and loud, standard pre-class rituals. The woman standing on the podium nodded reservedly, "Hello, classmates."
The tables and chairs were screeching again, but this time it was quiet. The head teacher of the first class, Han Qian, was a well-known Nazi-style control freak in the school. Teachers decided all ages, and no one dared to challenge her authority.
When the classroom was quiet again, looking at the quail-like students under the stage, Teacher Han narrowed his eyes and swept across the back row, and said unceremoniously, "The final exam is coming soon, so I won't talk nonsense about what to do. It's just that some people don't always think of being a mouse in the pot. If they don't want to learn, they should get out of the way. They are messing around, arriving late and leaving early, fighting and making trouble, and making the class a mess. It doesn't matter if you don't want to go to high school. Delay the others!"
A few eyes swept over secretly, but Chen Yuanming did not respond, and opened the English textbook in front of him.
Teacher Han let out a cold snort, and threw the lesson plan in his hand on the desk, "Spot check the homework now, and recite the text of the previous class, Chen Yuanming!"
When his name was called, Chen Yuanming stood up. This classroom is not large, with nine seats in each row, a total of seven and a half rows, and a full 65 people are stuffed like potatoes. Because of the poor family conditions in the past two years, Chen Yuanming's height is still one line away from the average level of the class. He is a little partial to subjects, and his grades are good, but now he is standing at the back of the classroom, next to the tail of the cranes...
Clenching his fists, Chen Yuanming looked at the teacher on the podium expressionlessly.
"Why, can't you carry it down? You've spent all your strength fighting and sleeping..." Teacher Han opened his mouth to reprimand, but was abruptly interrupted by a sentence of English. The teenager began to recite. The pronunciation is not particularly standard, nor is it memorized, but there are no mistakes or omissions in the content. Every word is clear and loud, like mocking her and scolding her for no reason.
The classroom suddenly fell silent. Teacher Han's face became ashen, and he glared at the boy standing behind the classroom. There were only a few hundred words in a text, and it was coming to an end. After reciting it, Chen Yuanming didn't sit down immediately, but looked away from someone in front of him.
"I'm done reciting, should we treat other fights equally? Teacher Han."
A few people in the front row of the nest immediately buried their heads in their textbooks and kept silent. The corner of Teacher Han's mouth twitched and shouted loudly, "Sit down! Start the class!"
The sound of flipping through the book rang out for a while, and Chen Yuanming showed a self-deprecating look and sat back. The wound on his head was still throbbing with pain, and he smoothed the corner of the curled book with his hand. In the past two days, he had stitches on his head, and his life was chaotic, but the extra things changed him. Now the junior high school textbooks are ridiculously simple to him, and any subject, including his partial English. At the same time, the changes are more than that. The questions that once puzzled him and suffered torment finally have the answer.
Chen Yuanming raised his head and looked towards the front of the classroom. In the first three rows, the daughters of the factory director and the sons of the city leaders on the left and right all shared the top seats with the top students of Keke. In the middle rows are the children of well-behaved teachers and ordinary high-priced students. The last two rows have become stubborn and hopeless transfer students. They spend money and relationships, but their studies and personalities are in a mess. They are all tucked into corners and left to fend for themselves.
In this special small society, there are only four types of people: rich, powerful, well-connected, and students who really learn to excel. And he doesn't belong to any of them. He was nothing but a rooster who had strayed into a pack of monkeys.
What a simple answer, but in the original disturbed memory, I never understood it when I was young. In his family, the education he received since he was a child was not enough for him to discover this well-known secret. His parents regarded the teacher's words as a golden rule, only beating and reprimanding him, and were extremely disappointed for his "stubbornness"...
There was a neat chanting sound in his ears, Chen Yuanming lowered his head and looked at the hands covered with frostbite on the desk. Suddenly, the dread that had been confusing him for days disappeared, and it became something completely different. He began to accept the older, more capable, but dead self in his mind. If it was a chance to do it all over again, why didn't he try it
Chen Yuanming laughed silently and clenched his fists.
The author has something to say: Two ==
But this time there is still no manuscript, I will try to stabilize the time in the morning... Lie down~~