Chapter 8: January 1993 Skylight
January 1993 Skylight
It’s also interesting to say, more than a month before the holiday, I relied on copying homework to earn pocket money for the lazy people in the class. I really learned a lot by copying too much homework. The teachers in the main class were talking about reviewing questions in the past few days before the exam. I was actually able to understand a part of it at that time, which surprised me a lot. You know, I used to basically listen to the scriptures in class, but now I can vaguely know what they are talking about, and even occasionally I can get very close to the answer by feeling it. The content is simply invaluable.
Of course, the feeling of depression, helplessness, and disorientation after sitting in the examination room is exactly the same as before, and it has never changed.
I reluctantly jumped to answer questions that I was a little familiar with, and tried my best to make up some nonsense that, in my opinion, might have some connection with the correct answer to fill the remaining gaps, helpless and uneasy. Turn it in on the bell.
When I looked back, I could see the slack guys who asked me to copy the homework. One of them waved at me happily. After the teacher left, he happily said that there were two questions I told him about in the exam. He had only half-understood the questions, and he had only half-guessed them, but he remembered the two most clearly, so he directly wrote the answers.
I knew which two questions he was talking about, and I understood those two questions, and it seemed that not only did I get it right, but he got it right too.
This guy has already booked me to do his vacation homework for him, and now I feel like I did well in the exam and I am very proud.
"Let me tell you," he put his arms around my shoulders, "I have a hunch that I have a good chance of passing this time."
I didn't say anything, just nodded, I thought he might have passed, because he had always scored better than me before. Gao, often fluctuating between forty and fifty points, in case of abnormal performance, it is not impossible to get sixty in the test.
Of course, our test paper has a full score of 120 points, and strictly speaking, the passing score is 72 points, but 72 points is too exaggerated. There is so much hope.
I can be considered a super performer in the Chinese exam. In the past, I couldn't remember the meaning of many complicated new words and words in the exam, and I couldn't write the strokes. But some time ago, I copied seven or eight homework assignments with my hands. The same word The words have been written so many times, but I remember them clearly, and it is like a god to answer them! Not only did I answer surprisingly well in the vocabulary part, I even wrote the text recitation part quickly and accurately. I didn't quite understand the reading comprehension part. , wipe the sweat from his forehead, and go to write an essay.
The title requires a scene to describe the family relationship. I was stumped. Although I copied a lot of composition assignments with a composition book, I haven’t copied any of them related to family relationships, and I have very few impressions. At this time, there is really nothing in my stomach, so I can only recall the content of the text and try to make it out.
I vaguely remember that this year I read a certain article about family love, but I forgot the text, probably because my father bought him oranges, turned over the train track or something... The time is pressing, I don't remember clearly, and only I can start writing based on a vague impression...my mother...a rural woman...send me to school...turn the railroad tracks...buy eggs...I was moved to tears and felt the greatness of family affection.
I made up a lot of pain and used a lot of words I thought were sensational and beautiful to describe the fantasy scene. In fact, there is no railway station in our county. I have only seen trains on TV, but what is the structure of the train tracks? I don't know either.
Anyway, I filled all the grids, and I feel pretty good about myself.
The third English language can be regarded as the most tortured. I can't understand the questions at all, and I can't even make up the script. The usual answer is just like copying the scriptures. It's already the second year of junior high school, but what I will say when I open my mouth is the words I just learned on the first day of junior high school: "how old are you", "how are you", and "good morning".
The focus of the English test score lies in the large number of multiple-choice questions. My experience is that I must copy the answers of other people's multiple-choice questions, so that my score can be improved qualitatively. I copied the answers from my classmates on both sides beforehand. I had already cleared the relationship in advance, and even bought snacks to please them, so that they would deliberately lean towards me when answering the questions, so that I could copy the questions.
Unfortunately, my luck is not very good. Maybe my big bald head is too conspicuous. During the whole English test, two invigilators were almost all walking around not far from me. One of them even moved a chair and sat not far behind me. , I was so terrified that I didn't have the courage to look up at other people's exam papers. The girl next to me answered the multiple-choice question, and she had intentionally opened the side with the answer, but I didn't have the chance to copy it. Finally, I had to wait until the bell rang and stood up in agony. ,carry out an assignment.
In the English test paper, I almost completely answered randomly. In the composition part, I copied the English sentences in the question and copied a few sentences of reading comprehension. "Full", I can only do this.
All the sub-courses have already been tested in the classroom a few days ago. After the three main courses, everyone went home happily, waiting for the results to receive the notice, and then happily spend the summer vacation.
By the way, I also checked the "potato" planted in the flowerpot after the exam. It didn't respond for so many days. I dug into the soil and saw that it was completely rotten and stinky. I had to quickly take it out and dump it.
I'm no different from everyone else, and I'm happily looking forward to where I can go on vacation.
Last year, I went ice skating with Zhang Sha on the artificial lake in the suburbs. The ice on the lake was very thick. She was sitting on a wooden board. I grabbed her scarf and pulled her to run on the ice. How happy we were at that time. ...
But now that she's gone, the thought of never seeing her again makes me feel so bad, I almost want to cry.
I was really useless, I just let her go, I don't even know where she went or how to contact her.
When I slept under the quilt or the grass bed, I often fantasized about seeing her in that world, but I always felt embarrassed or even scared.
I'm afraid that she will see me sleeping in a grass nest. She can't have a boyfriend who sleeps in a grass nest and is covered in sackcloth.
I'm really useless.
The winter vacation is not long. I have a week off to get my letter. My grades are as bad as ever, but I probably got a lot better off with my parents later. They didn't get angry or sigh when they saw my grades, just nagging a few times. Let me study hard and pay attention next time.
I understand, they are just talking about meaning. My grades have always been so bad since I was a child. What's the difference if I pay attention next time?
In fact, if I look at it myself, my grades this time are not bad, even better than before, because my grades in mathematics and Chinese this time are much higher than usual, and my overall grades are even higher than usual. The last place in the class has been promoted to the tenth place from the bottom. I feel that I am fully worthy of fighting for the "Best Progress Award" that can get a certificate and a small black book.
Alas... these are just the little thoughts in my mind as a bald dwarf who wears a hat all day, who would really care?
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The Spring Festival is less than a week after receiving the notice. In our county, the Spring Festival is also called "old age". I always thought that only after "old age" is the arrival of the real new year, and New Year's Day is nothing.
This Chinese New Year has been the most prosperous year I can remember.
I made New Year dishes with my parents. The ingredients we bought were similar to those of previous years, but with my participation, my parents showed their hearts and minds, so the limited ingredients were divided into many patterns, and many beautiful and delicious dishes were made.
On New Year's Eve, the three of us moved stools together and sat in front of the TV around the dining table for New Year's Eve dinner. My dad drank wine and poured me a glass. When I came out, my dad and my mom laughed with joy.
I hate the smell of alcohol, not only because my dad beats me when he comes home full of alcohol, but also because I've seen the ugly faces of adults talking and laughing at the wine table when they drink and eat.
But I'm still very happy, because my parents are happy and so am I.
The first and second days of the new year are the days of visiting relatives for New Year's greetings. My parents took me to visit relatives at home with gifts that I bought with hard money, and then went to receive a rare hospitality.
I felt very sad when I saw the expressions of my parents who were sullen and deliberately trying to please others, but I couldn't do anything. Until now, they naively thought that as long as they went to curry enough relatives, they would get their approval. Caring...
wrong, all wrong.
They don't even understand the simple truth of "the poor are in the busy city and no one asks, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains".
Poverty is the original sin, and our family is so poor that after I received the lucky money, I had to give it to them as soon as possible, and let them give it to other people's children, so that when my mother met an acquaintance with three children on the street, An acquaintance gave me lucky money, and I saw the embarrassment of wanting to cry on my mother's face.
I gave her five dollars, but she only had the five dollars, and she didn't have fifteen dollars to share with the three children across from them.
I silently took out the money from my pocket and handed it to my mother. Seeing that my mother was rescued from drowning, I quickly gave them the money, and then listened to them say auspicious words to her.
Even though there will be many such bad memories, I still like the Chinese New Year.
I like to watch people roaming the streets bustlingly; I like to watch the Yangko dance team swaying through the city to the sound of gongs and drums; I like to watch other children light up the cannons, hide their ears and wait for the cannonballs.
The most lively Yangko here is on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Unfortunately, before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I was already going to another world.
I brought a lot of things this time, not only coal, millet, but also a bag of mung beans and a rabbit.
Millet is used to cook porridge, and mung beans and rabbits are used for testing. I vaguely feel that something other than me will change through Shimen, but I am not sure what kind of change. I need to do some experimenting to be sure.
At night, the Shimen opened as scheduled. I wore the "clothes" that had been cleaned, and walked through the Shimen with a rabbit that was "hard" like an ice sculpture due to the freezing of time.
In the ice and snow tunnel, I could vaguely see the light of the fire from the door of my hut. The stone door closed and disappeared, and time resumed its flow. The rabbit who had been squatting on the ground suddenly collapsed. I lifted its ears and shook it. , it was still warm, but dead.
...My guess has come true, and the living creatures who have passed through the stone gate will die.
"Potato" took it through Shimen, so it died, and the plant did not live.
Rabbit was taken through Shimen and also died.
I threw the paralyzed rabbit far away from the snow channel, not far from the house where my family was taken in, they should find the frozen rabbit tomorrow.
Going back to the still warm cabin, I don’t think it’s necessary for me to try with mung beans anymore. Even if I really follow the pre-planned way to soak in water to grow bean sprouts, I’m afraid there may not be any success.
But...what if?
There are many mung beans in this bag, even if only one bean sprouts in them, it will be an amazing discovery.
If I didn't believe in evil, I still didn't give up. I soaked the beans with boiled and cooled snow water, some soaked them in a cup, and some covered them with a damp cloth, trying to make them germinate.
I failed.
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