"Instructor's words, you deserted." Zhang Dong held his paws with both hands and was about to rush towards Lin Wenxi. Lin Wenxi ran away with a scream. As he ran, he looked back to see Instructor Zhang hunched over and chasing after him, shaking from side to side, running in a very funny way. After a pause, a smile crept onto his face. At that moment, the sun rose from the sky and shone on Lin Wenxi's face, making his smile shine brightly.
Zhang Dong was slightly startled, then rushed forward quickly, grabbed Lin Wenxi, and waved his fist. Lin Wenxi quickly tightened his body, and the fist turned into a light flick, and a dead leaf on his head slowly fell from his forehead. Lin Wenxi turned back and looked at Zhang Dong faintly, the smile between her brows and lips became more obvious.
"Listen, if you have any ideas, speak loudly. If you want to do something, do it bravely. Don't shrink away." Zhang Dong lectured loudly.
Lin Wenxi nodded seriously.
Zhang Dong's tone softened: "Also, if you want to laugh, you should do it openly, open your mouth wide, and laugh. Laughing is a happy thing, but why do you always like to hide it and laugh unnaturally. "As he said that, he took out his mobile phone and quickly flipped through the photos on it.
This is a photo of the entire row taken by the instructor when we were still in training. There are many single photos and several group photos. The big guys are smiling very openly and exaggeratedly. Youth and sweat are displayed on their faces, and there is no way to hide it and no need to hide it. . But when it came to Lin Wenxi, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was trying to smile, but he just made a smiling face. The photo was enlarged, but there was almost no emotion between the eyebrows, eyes, and lips. Everything was hidden and there was nowhere to find it.
"Where did your smiling face go?" Zhang Dong asked in a deep voice.
Lin Wenxi frowned and seemed to be thinking hard. Where have you been? It seems that when I was a child, I was also a kid who loved to laugh, and even often made mischief.
When I was a child, I lived in a yard. I once stripped off all the colorful feathers from the tail of my boss's rooster and took it for myself. The rooster seemed to understand that it was not his fault that it was ugly, it was Lin Wenxi's fault, but it was his fault when it looked ugly. Wrong, I hide in the chicken coop every day and refuse to come out. I stay in the chicken coop and crow desolately every day.
I also thought the Xi family cat’s meowing was too annoying, so I would lure the cat with food and use 520 to seal the cat’s mouth. As a result, the cat scratched its face until it was covered with blood, turning it from a cute little cat alive. The little white cat turned into a bald man.
He would also imitate the children in the yard and accurately throw firecrackers into the cow dung when passers-by passed by. This scared the passers-by and made them dance, causing them to be covered in yellow poop, and they came to complain. He was beaten, scolded and punished countless times. Sometimes even his mother, who had always protected him, stopped protecting him and allowed his father's belt to fall ruthlessly on him.
The father seems to punish himself particularly severely. If other people's children cause trouble, they will only be taken to the door to apologize. At most, they will get their butts kicked a few times like the mother, and the child will let out a few symbolic screams, and that's it. But when he gets into trouble, others seem to look at him much colder. Occasionally, I hear people say coldly that the children of officials are just different. And her father often punished her by kneeling for more than an hour. As the discipline intensified, she was kneeled on washboards, clothes poles, and even stones. But she always believed that her parents loved and pampered her, until one time. My father lifted me up with one hand and beat me until I fainted. He would often hide in the corner and watch other children playing in the yard.
The children in the yard seemed to gradually know something, and they scattered when they saw him. ,
He grabbed a smaller one and said tremblingly, "My mother said your father is a good official and you can't let us lead you astray."
Yes, some people say that my father is a good official, but there are even more people who make mistakes and look at them with cold eyes. The children of officials are indeed different. What's the difference? They just want to have fun with their friends in the yard. Noisy and running, but suddenly, I was unwilling to go out to play. I could only read various books and was even asked to recite.
It seems that I have been lonely since I was a child.
Later, an older child named Fang Fang came to the yard. He often played with me, just walking up the mountain and down the river, teaching himself various interesting wild fruits and weeds. Fang Fang's mother is very good at cooking and often calls her over to have dinner together. Fang Fang's family was magnificent and magnificent, but it couldn't compare to this place in the countryside. My father was afraid that I would be indolent and indolent, so I was not allowed to associate with Fang Fang. Only when my mother said she wanted to help others wash the dishes after dinner did she agree to go to Fang Fang's house for dinner. Fang Fang would help me hide it. Every time Fang Fang would call me into the kitchen and put away the dishes, but would say that I was the one who washed them.
Fang Fang's mother saw this and said she was too embarrassed to ask her to do anything. She said that I was too sensible and often helped wash dishes and do housework.
My mother also said that she was not allowed to play with Fang Fang until she had finished her homework. I would try my best to get perfect scores on all my homework. Even late at night, I was still reciting poems to the moon, such as "The tides of the spring river reach the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide." , just to be with Fang Fang during the day.
It’s so fun to be with Fang Fang, knowing which plants are herbal medicines, knowing what kind of wild fruits taste like, and knowing that azalea grows on March Mountain, and it’s sour that you can eat it. Knowing that there are hawthorn leaves in April, you can also pick wild ferns and pull out bamboo shoots. In May, raspberries, mulberries, and bamboo shoots are growing just right. There are hawthorn peaches in June, dog blood peaches in July, lotus seeds in the lotus pond, and you can also pick water chestnuts. There are mountain grapes in August, and they are brilliant in August. Later I learned that it is called forget-worn grass. Forget-worn grass can really make you forget your worries. Forgetting the coldness of autumn, I devour jujubes in September, indulge in sugar bowls in October, as well as wild carambolas and chestnuts, and yellow gardenias in November, which are very delicious when fried.
Sometimes Fang Fang would take herself to a bush and lie quietly under pieces of orange rotten leaves. The two of them would look at the late autumn sky and point at a group of geese flying south. In December, when the snow falls, I will put my hands into Fang Fang's pocket to keep warm, and watch the snow fall silently, and then a big snowball will hit me on the head. Fang Fang will look at me with gloating, and I will go crazy. As they chase Fang Fang all over the place, it seems like they are the only two people left in the world.
Fang Fang stayed with me for a year and then moved. When Fang Fang moved, he took away my four seasons.
Soon my family moved to the city. As a primary school student, I could already sit quietly in the city's primary school, looking at the poplar trees outside the window, thinking about how the saplings Fang Fang and I planted at that time were growing. Will it rain? Will someone protect it from the rain
I have excellent grades and stand out, but I am too quiet. Teachers like quiet children, and so do my parents.
My silence turned into dead silence one night when I was in junior high school.
On such a night, why did I encounter all that, such excruciating pain and nausea? It seemed like I was walking on fallen flowers and leaves all the way home, and then I plunged headlong into my own world.
Another six years flew by until I entered this university.