Time: 2010-12- 25 19:39:47 Words: 3864
15. A gloomy mood
I stood in the corridor in front of the office door and watched the wind blow a cloud of dust towards me. I quickly turned around. After the wind passed, I turned around again. The wind had already reached the classroom door. It was like a vortex. Leaves, paper, and plastic film were wrapped together and spun upwards. Then, some leaves fell, some paper floated elsewhere, and some were blown high. I watched until the wind disappeared before I suddenly shivered.
I walked back to my desk, straightened my chair, and sat upright. I opened my lesson book and flipped through the teaching materials. I only wrote three words when I felt that the strokes were wrong. How could I write such ugly words? I looked at the teaching materials and felt that those articles were really annoying. I felt that the articles were written too badly. They were actually in the teaching materials!
I propped my chin with my left hand and flipped open the book " Social Science Frontline " with my right hand. I immediately flipped to the article on the study of the Naxi people in Yunnan. I thought it was well written, but when I looked at it again, I realized that it was just a pile of short stories. Let me look at the cover of the magazine again." Social science ", history, literature, politics, are these also considered science?
I remember when I was in my first year of high school. It was probably during the science conference. The class teacher, the Chinese teacher, assigned us an essay question: A Letter to a Scientist. I didn't know any scientists, but I vaguely wanted to be a writer. So, I took a chance and asked the class teacher,"
"Teacher Fu, do you think Zhou Libo is a scientist?”
At that time, we were in Zhou Libo's "Dividing Horses," which was an extract from "Storm." Teacher Fu said thoughtfully,
"Science is divided into natural science and social science. Literature is a social science, and novelists are a type of writer. You're a scientist!"
I was very happy to come out of the teacher's office and excitedly wrote a letter to Zhou Libo, asking for advice on the way to become a writer. However, it's been almost four years, and I still have no clue about my literary dream. I haven't published a single article.
After class, Teacher Zhou came in and sat opposite me. She lowered her head and marked the homework again. I didn't want to talk to Teacher Zhou. I got up and walked out of the office. I walked to the river aimlessly. The north wind blew the river water. The waves of the river water hit the shore one after another. As I walked down the river slope, the sound of the water hitting the shore suddenly became louder. The fish and birds had disappeared. He looked at the willow tree beside him. There were still a few leaves attached to the branches, as if they were about to leave the branches and sway in the air.
It was a little cold. I walked up the river slope again. The wind blew me forward. I walked and walked until I reached the side of the road. I opened the door. The wind blew on the roof of the house, making it sound bleak. However, it was only November. It felt like winter.
I lay on the bed with my hands crossed behind my head. Through the roof of the tent, I looked at the roof tiles that seemed to be about to fall. I stood up, feeling a little dizzy and nauseous. I flipped the pillow over and the harmonica shone brightly. I put it in my mouth and blew on it. How was that a song? It was so unpleasant to hear! I had to throw the harmonica back to the pillow.
The diary was in the bed. I took it over and opened it. The diary was like an ugly article. Word by word jumped into my eyes. I had to close it again and throw it on the pillow.
Bored, he could only lie down again. At this moment, the footsteps outside the door got closer and closer. I pushed the door open and entered. I didn't bother to guess who it was.
"Zhang Su Ning, why did you go back to the dormitory so early today?”
This was Wu Aiting's voice. Wu Aiting always liked to poke her nose into other people's business, and her tone was not gentle.
"Old Zhang, don't you always like to stay in the office? Which day wasn't you the last to leave? What happened today?"
Li Zhuhong was the same. She always liked to talk to Wu Aiting. It seemed that without this woman, she had nothing to say. She was always garrulous.
Wu Aiting walked closer to me, bent down to look at my face, and wiped my forehead with her hand.
"Not burning?"
I sat up and blocked Wu Aiting's hand. Then, I lowered my head and used both hands to support myself on the bed. At this moment, Lu Chuanjie came in.
"Comrades! Director Ning informed us that the principal wants us to move now!”
Wu Aiting asked,
"Move to where?"
Li Zhuhong said,
"Is there a need to ask?"
After Lu Chuanjie finished speaking, he returned to his bedroom. The sound of banging could be heard. Li Zhuhong also began to fold the blanket, clean up the washbasin, towel, and rinse cup. Seeing that I was still bored, he urged me,
"Zhang Su Ning, move!"
I asked angrily,
"Which room?"
Wu Aiting walked to the door and turned around to ask,
"Yeah, which one?"
"You can move to whichever room you want!”
Lu Chuanjie's words came from the other side. Li Zhuhong replied,"
"Ladies first! Wu Aiting should pick first!"
"Yes! Then Wu Aiting will pick first!"
Lu Chuanjie's voice became softer. I stood up reluctantly and slowly carried my basin. I put the towel, toothpaste, soap, and cup in and walked out. Wu Aiting also carried these things out. She walked in front, and I followed behind her. She slowed down a little, and I slowed down a little. When we reached the downhill slope, Wu Aiting turned around and said to me,
"Zhang Su Ning, what's wrong with you? Did we offend you?"
I shook my head noncommittally. She said,"You're really!”I turned around and strode forward. I also strode forward. As soon as she entered the door, she pushed the door of the first room open. Just as she was about to put the basin in, I couldn't help but say,
"You're staying in this room?"
Wu Aiting didn't answer me and looked at me with a surprised look.
"You finally spoke? I thought you were mute!"
I laughed.
"You should stay inside."
Wu Aiting packed up the paper and sticks inside and then used the broken broom to sweep the floor. I couldn't help but ask,
"You really live here?"
Wu Aiting stood up and stared at me with her big eyes.
"Inside? It was dark and humid, making it inconvenient to enter and exit. If you want to stay, you can stay!"
Lu Chuanjie put the things in the room opposite Wu Aiting and immediately turned around to move them back. Li Zhuhong came in and I asked,"
"Which room do you think we should stay in?"
Li Zhuhong saw that the two rooms outside were occupied and said,"
"Let's stay in the inner room."
He searched the rooms one by one. The room next to Wu Aiting was the library. The window opposite the library was very small. The third room had many mouse holes and a lot of mud. There was a big tree outside the window opposite the third room, and the light was very dim. Therefore, we chose the innermost room, which is on the side of Wu Aiting. On the other side of the wall is Principal Zhan's house. I picked up the broom and swept it with all my might until all the dust was swept up. I swept the trash to the side of the corridor door and looked at the bed. It was not as good as the bed at the Taoist class. It was still new, but this one was swaying as if it was about to fall apart. However, it was also good. Sleeping on the bed, moving like this was like shaking a nest. It should be very comfortable. Thinking of this, her mood improved.
When I went out, Lu Chuanjie's second trip had already arrived. Li Zhuhong wasn't far away either. Wu Aiting was carrying her suitcase and resting on the way. I walked over and picked up the suitcase. In a few big steps, I arrived at her room. I turned around and left, but Lu Chuanjie and Li Zhuhong hadn't come out yet.
I placed the blanket on the table, wrapped the pillow, clothes, harmonica, and diary in the blanket and sheet, and walked out. The north wind seemed to be getting stronger again. It blew in my face with a big bag on my chest, almost blowing me back. Lu Chuanjie said from behind,
"The wind is really strong!"
I lowered my waist and rushed forward. After a few trips like this, everything was moved. No, my box was still there. I hung up the curtains and tied them under the blanket. After everything was done, I went to complete that long-standing problem. There were only a few pieces of clothes in my suitcase, and it was full of books. When I came out from Jianli Normal School to the waiting room, I suffered a great loss. When I got off the boat at the lake embankment, I was carried by a stick. My shoulder was cut open. It was the same when I reported to Zeng Butou Middle School. I carried the box and wanted to bring it up at once, but even if I tried my best, I could only bring it up halfway. It took me three breaks before I could bring it up. She sat on the edge of the bed and panted as she watched Li Zhuhong make the bed. This woman-like man loved cleanliness. The bedsheets were neatly laid out, the blankets were neatly folded, and the clothes were even better. Because of this, I have to pay attention to hygiene. Even if it's just a symbolic gesture, I have to tidy up the bedsheets and blankets. Li Zhuhong lifted my suitcase and said,"
"Ha! So heavy! What is it?"
I opened the box and revealed a few pieces of clothes. Under the clothes were neatly arranged books. I only had my books neatly placed. Li Zhuhong pulled open her clothes and said,
"You even said you wanted to borrow novels from the library. Lend me Raging Inferno Guardian!”
He pulled it out without my permission at all. I was very happy that someone was admiring my collection. I was watching Li Zhuhong flip through Raging Inferno King Kong when Wu Aiting came in and gave me a fright.
"Zhang Su Ning, what happened to you today?”
Li Zhuhong also raised her head and said,"
"Yeah, you're acting a little strange today!”
My mood was no longer as bad as before.
"I was in a bad mood. I didn't prepare well for my lessons. I was unhappy when I went out for a walk. I was still very depressed when I lay in bed.”
"Why?"
The two of them asked me almost at the same time. I can only tell you the truth:
"Did you guys see the results of the mid-term exam?”
"I did."
They answered almost at the same time. I said,
"Have you compared the two classes?"
I saw that they opened their mouths but didn't say anything. I knew that they weren't comparing at all. I said,
"Look, Class 2's average score for Chinese is 69.7, my class is 67.3, Math Class 2 is 72.8, Class 1 is 72.2, English Class 2 is 66.6, and my class is 64.1. Our class is worse than Class 2 in every subject. I just don't understand. I put in so much effort, but in exchange, I'm worse than Class 2 in every aspect!”
Wu Aiting immediately said,
"I don't think it's bad. Look, mathematics is almost the same, English is two points lower, Chinese is two points lower, what difference is two points?”
Li Zhuhong also echoed,
"Yeah, Wu Aiting is right. What's a difference of two points? It's only considered bad if it's ten points worse!"
I said,
"There won't be any problem if you teach both classes. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, but I'm different from you. I teach Class One, and Teacher Zhou teaches Class Two. My class's results are bad in every aspect, which proves that my form teacher didn't do a good job.”
Li Zhuhong said,
"It's only half a semester. There's still half a semester to go. Who knows who will win in the end?”
This time, Wu Aiting also echoed Li Zhuhong.
"Yes, it's only been two months. There's still half the time left. Besides, we've just joined the job and don't have enough experience. You can learn from Teacher Zhou on how to recruit students. When I was in class two, I felt that the students 'discipline was better than class one, and they did their homework more seriously than class one. Huang Yuping, the class monitor of Class Two, had a strong sense of justice. She was big, and if anyone spoke in class, she would glare at them and no one would speak.”
"Wu Aiting is right. I feel the same way when I was in Class 2. It's just that my homework is better than yours. I think the class leader is doing better."
The two of them seemed to have explained the problems of Class One. I felt much better. At this moment, Lu Chuanjie came in.
"What are you guys talking about? So energetic! Today is the first day we moved here. How should we celebrate?”
Wu Aiting immediately looked at Li Zhuhong.
"Play a song for us!"
Li Zhuhong said,
"No problem!"
Li Zhuhong opened the violin case, set up the violin, pulled the bow twice, and asked Lu Chuanjie,"
"Pull what?"
I took out my harmonica and played a song from " Zhiyin ". Wu Aiting quickly said,"
"Let's go with 'Zhiyin!'"
Wu Aiting asked Lu Chuanjie,
"Where's Zhang Moxiong? Why wasn't he here when we were moving the things?"
"I've already helped him move it over. I think he went to the gate."
We sang, played, and blew. Just as we were having fun, there was a loud noise outside. We went out to take a look and saw that the third-year boys had also moved in.
While washing my feet, Li Zhuhong suddenly said to me,"
"This is bad! Director Ning asked me to ask you to go to his place in the afternoon. I forgot about it as soon as I got back to the dormitory!”
I quickly finished washing up and splashed some water on the floor. Then, I went to the office to look for Director Ning. I didn't find him. I went to his bedroom to look for him. The door was locked. Teacher Huang, who was beside me, said,
"The weather has changed. I went home to help my wife with the winter broadcast.”
When I walked back to the dormitory, my relieved heart was pulled back.
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