"Xiao Fei! Xiao Fei! Don't sleep anymore! Go to school right away!" The quilt was lifted, and his buttocks were slapped several times. Lin Yifei opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the familiar curtains. It was mother's roar.
"Huh?" Lin Yifei sat up suddenly, where is this
"Report to the school right away! I don't care if you like that school or not, but it's easy to get into that school. Please be considerate of Mom and Dad!"
Lin Yifei looked out of the window again, only to find the dilapidated cafe outside, the drunk homeless man outside the door... and the curtains that were so dusty, the room like a pigeon cage... This is not their Lin family who just immigrated Did you rent an old house in Queens when you were in the United States
Look at your hands again, so small
Lin Yifei got off the bed, rushed to the toilet, looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but stand there in a daze. In the mirror was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with big eyes, an immature expression, and a haircut like a bird's nest.
"Hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face! Hurry up!" Mom even squeezed the toothpaste on.
How is this going
Lin Yifei looked at his mother, there were not so many wrinkles, her hair did not turn white, and her breasts did not sag, "Mom—what year and month is it today?"
"Are you confused, kid? Today is July 2, 1998! Mom knows you don't want to go to that school, the atmosphere is bad, and there are many black children, but there are also many Chinese children studying there Ah, it doesn’t matter if you don’t speak English well, someone will speak Chinese to you!”
His mother had already said this passage twelve years ago, and he still remembered that he refused to go there even if he died, for fear of being bullied by those niggers, which was always played on TV. Because I have been reckless, my mother had no choice but to send him to another slightly better school, but also because of this, the father who worked in the Chinese factory was under more pressure. When Lin Yifei graduated from elementary school, his father was hunched. Now if he had a choice, he would rather go to that bad school than put more pressure on his tired father.
"I'll go to school! Don't worry!" Lin Yifei brushed his teeth, what's going on? I am obviously already twenty-three years old, why is it back to the time when I was eleven years old.
Or is it just a dream that I went to Washington to study in college, met Chris, and the two went to a professional athlete career together? Is it a dream that Chris got into a car accident? Is it also a dream to shoot myself in Ozbourne
Lin Yifei took a deep breath, put on his coat, and his mother dragged him to school.
The principal is a somewhat strict middle-aged woman. Her mother has been pulling her to hope to take care of Lin Yifei more, but she can't speak a few English words. It is impossible for an elementary school to be equipped with a translator. The principal's expression It became a little ugly. Coupled with the fact that the children in this school belong to the bottom of society, this middle-aged woman has seen a lot, so her patience will naturally decrease.
Moreover, the mother's country accent made the principal look a little contemptuous.
This made Lin Yifei unhappy. As a Chinese athlete, he also encountered some racial discrimination when he was a fledgling, but strength is everything. After he was listed as a seed player in some international competitions, no one looked at him with that kind of look.
Wait, I don't know if these things are reality or dreams, so what are you thinking about
Lin Yifei raised his head and introduced himself to the principal in fluent English. Of course, he also expressed his mother's wish, "Dear principal, I consider myself a good student who strives for progress. Although my family is poor, I still hope that the principal Being able to treat me and other students equally gives me a good learning environment.”
This string of English shocked not only the principal, after all, which child could say such words, and Lin Yifei's mother also opened her eyes wide and couldn't believe that the proficient English just now was spoken by her son.
"Since you have such a good foundation in English, I don't have to worry about it. I will put you in a good class." The principal laughed. Being able to communicate these days can also reduce the chance of being discriminated against by others.
In this way, Lin Yifei was assigned to a better class, and the teachers in the class were very serious. Although the school's hardware was not very good, Lin Yifei was very satisfied.
Especially when he opened the full English textbook, he knew every word, and the most important thing was that he knew everything. He wouldn't be so foolish as to think he was a genius, so that means...
All over again? This assumption made Lin Yifei very excited. If he did it all over again, he would be able to make up for those regrets!
Wait, Lin Yifei remembered that Chris once mentioned, which elementary school did he go to? Then I laughed and said that I almost went to that elementary school...
That is to say... Chris is also in this school
Thinking of this, Lin Yifei's heart beat wildly, he subconsciously looked around the classroom, when he saw the seat by the window, the figure sleeping on the table, his whole body froze.
That's Chris... that's definitely Chris...
Only then did Lin Yifei realize that he was so familiar with that person's figure and posture.
"Okay, Lin, although this is your first time in class, I still don't want you to be distracted." This class is about American history. The substitute teacher, Ms. An, walked up to Lin Yifei and asked a historical general knowledge question. question. Fortunately, Lin Yifei remembered the answer and blurted it out, which made Miss An nod and let him go.
After class, all the children around gathered around. When asked what his name was and where he lived, Lin Yifei answered them one by one very patiently. Compared with college students in their twenties, these children are much more innocent and easy to get along with. It's just that Lin Yifei glanced at the window from time to time, and Chris still kept his prone sleeping position.
"What's that guy's name? How dare the teacher keep sleeping without talking about him?"
"Him? He's Chris..." A little black girl named KK, with fluffy hair and countless braids, leaned over to Lin Yifei's ear and said, "Don't get too close to him, he's a prostitute. Son, be careful of infectious diseases!"
Lin Yifei froze for a moment, remembering that Chris once mentioned in an indifferent tone that before he was brought back to the Ozburn family, he had almost no friends, he didn't even talk often, and had a slight autistic tendency. It became more obvious afterwards, so Mr. Osborne specially hired a psychiatrist for him with a lot of money. Once, Lin Yifei went to Ozborne's house as a guest, and met Mr. Ozborne in the corridor, and the other party smiled and said, "Lin, you are more useful than any psychiatrist. In the past four years of college, Chris seems very happy."
"Why did you get an infectious disease?" Lin Yifei also whispered in KK's ear.
"Fool, don't you know that syphilis and AIDS are contagious?"
"No, these are not transmitted through contact." Lin Yifei wanted to tell them that the way of transmission was sex, but when he thought that these were all children, he felt embarrassed to continue.
Not far away, Chris turned around, looked at the children surrounding Lin Yifei, and pursed his lips. That was his look of disdain, which Lin Yifei was very familiar with.
It's just that I can see the eleven-year-old Chris with my own eyes, and see his facial features that have not yet opened, still exquisite and flawless, with a sense of indifference and alienation, as if he is always ready to hurt others.
Even so, it still made Lin Yifei's heartbeat stop for half a beat.
He probably thought I was no different from other people...
This class ended quickly, and based on Lin Yifei's understanding of Chris, he knew that he couldn't just join in like this, Chris would not let go of his guard, and he could only hit a wall.
At noon, Lin Yifei felt extremely sad for his neglected mother, who didn't prepare lunch for him.
Seeing his gloomy look, KK and the others enthusiastically opened their small lunch boxes, and each of them picked up some macaroni and baked eggs, and made lunch for him. Look at Chris again, he just took out a sandwich, ate it in two or three bites, and then opened the textbook to read. Lin Yifei knew that Chris' comprehension ability was very strong, even without a teacher teaching him, he could learn well by himself by reading. This is probably why the teacher didn't bother to talk about him even though he was sleeping on the table.
The day passed quickly, Lin Yifei came home with his schoolbag, dumplings were being cooked in the kitchen, he ran over to lift the lid off the pot, and his mother immediately came over and slapped him on the back of the hand.
"Burning you to death, brat!"
"Hey!" Lin Yifei quickly touched his ears with his hands, pretending to be really burned.
"But to be honest, when did your English become so good? I remember when you first came here, you couldn't even say hello!"
"Oh, mom, I specially asked someone to teach me that. I just recite those two sentences so well that I can use them to bluff people! If the principal asks me a few more sentences, I will reveal my truth! We are not like being assigned To a better class!" Lin Yifei looked proud.
"As expected of mother's son, so smart!"
"Mom, you forgot to prepare lunch for me today."
"Ah, yes! Xiaofei, are you hungry at noon!"
"Fortunately, one of my classmates gave me something to eat, so I survived. Tomorrow, my mother will cook something delicious, and I will take it there for them to taste!"
"Good! Good! No problem!"
Sure enough, when Lin Yifei opened the lunch box the next morning, he saw two braised lion heads and tofu stuffed meat inside, which was full of Chinese flavor. But Lin Yifei had a smirk on his face, and tiptoed up to take the chili oil from the kitchen grid, dripping a few drops on the lion head and tofu.
Finally, the boring morning is over, and it's lunch time. Lin Yifei excitedly took out his bento to share with everyone.
KK was the most curious, he put a small piece of lion's head in his mouth when he got the fork off, immediately the effect Lin Yifei expected appeared, KK drank with his mouth open, couldn't even yell, and drank up a box of milk Only then did he barely speak.