When Feng Yi entered this school, he was in his prime and had a sense of superiority.
At that time, the sun was not very good, showing a dark red without strength. A plane tree leaf fell obliquely from his shoulder, lingering on the ground, and cicadas were chirping.
What a beautiful cicada! He said.
But no one answered, and people's expressions were cold. Cicada is actually not good at all. It's lifeless and boring.
Xiaofeng's arrival injected a dose of fresh blood into the teaching staff of our school. When the headmaster said this, the flashing eyes behind the camera were actually looking away.
Yi Feng is not used to the school environment. On weekends, he turned on the dusty stereo in the school activity room and danced disco. Come and dance, all of you! He greeted the other teachers. However, they sat around him as if he were playing a monkey in the middle of the field.
Sometimes he will hold his guitar and play some soothing and beautiful songs. But playing and playing, I felt that the world famous songs with elegant tunes were not enough to break this dreary air, so I swept the strings violently, just like playing cotton.
He writes well in Cao Zhang and often wins prizes in calligraphy and painting competitions held in provinces and cities. But the headmaster frowned after reading his work summary for half a year and said, Xiaofeng, words are people's faces, so you should practice hard. He can also write poems ......
He punched and kicked and tried his best. It's nothing more than a sword dancing wildly and cutting off a few autumn winds.
In fact, a dose of fresh blood injected into the body with long-term anemia can be ignored. I don't know from which day, he became bitter and talented. People who are very keen in history are generally very talented, such as Liu Ling, Ruan Ji and Xu Wei. .......
The headmaster said, Xiaofeng, can you write a paper? A paper is bullshit! Yi Feng said. It was the principal's anxious brow that stretched out, and there was a good look on his face, which remained for a long time. With the thesis, the principal was successfully promoted to a senior title.
So before long, the director of education told him after he tasted five dishes and drank three rounds that there was a man named Yi Feng in your school. The headmaster said: It's a little crooked, but it's just the cleverness in the romance of Yang Xiu's Three Kingdoms. I don't care. The director of education said: forget it, my little monkey is so restless when he catches a lot! I want to know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is. ......
Such a glass of wine, in a word, often determines a person's fate. So Feng Yi will stay in a place he doesn't like until the day he dies.
When Wu Qinggang graduated from City Normal University and was assigned to this middle school, he heard that a male teacher named Yi Feng was very talented. Later she thought so, too.
At one meeting, the headmaster spoke at the meeting. Some of our teachers are too ambitious, uneasy about teaching and want to be famous. Today, they are doing this and that, writing poems and calligraphy. You are a teacher, just teach the book well. You have solved everything. Why do you call others poets and calligraphers? If you do something you shouldn't do, you do nothing. ......
When it was Yi Feng's turn to speak, Yi Feng said: After listening to the headmaster's speech, my ideological understanding has been greatly improved. I am determined to learn from the headmaster in the future, work hard and keep rubbing hemp until twelve o'clock every night. The headmaster loves to play mahjong. Yi Feng exposed him and was very angry, but Yi Feng was not afraid of the headmaster's anger.
At that time, Feng Yi always published articles in newspapers, and several research institutes even hired Feng Yi as a researcher. Therefore, many people know that Feng Yicai is aggressive, but they don't know that the headmaster and even some people think that Feng Yi will be taken seriously.
Kate thinks so, too So Kate took Feng Yi's arm and told him: Even if the headmaster is jealous of being virtuous and talented, you are too paranoid.
Feng Yi said: Van Gogh and Picasso were both paranoid. I am mainly not paranoid about them, otherwise I would have achieved great things.
Is it? Kate fell in love with Feng Yi as soon as her eyes lit up. Kate worships Feng Yi, and women love men because of worship.
Feng Yi's striking talent was revealed at an early age. One summer many years ago, a warm afternoon, a few cool winds, the hum of flies and the vague words of the teacher mixed into a kind of music with excellent hypnotic effect. So Feng Yi fell asleep. The teacher woke him up with a pointer and gave him a calculus that he had just talked about when he was in a daze. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and blinked twice. The process was clear and the demonstration was correct.
If God had helped me at that time, I could have listened to the lecture while sleeping. Feng Yi said half-truths. Bullshit, like a god! Light dance smiled, and her eyes, which had been wide open, narrowed slightly. She said, you are proud, or you will be admitted to a famous university and don't have to be a poor teacher all your life. Be proud, Feng Yi thought. I've been so proud since I was a child. I'm used to it, and it's hard to be proud.
Many years ago, Yi Feng remembered the answers to the college entrance examination, just like playing. He answered the questions for two and a half hours, but didn't teach the papers for an hour. Later, I heard that the scores crossed the line a lot, but the freshman semester is coming to an end and the admission notice hasn't come yet.
So I took the exam again in the second year and was admitted to the Municipal Teachers College. When he was about to graduate from college, he heard that he was admitted to North Jiaotong University, but the notice was sent to another place by the postman.
A few years later, Feng Yi read an ancient book after teaching, and read the sentence "Time is also, luck is also, and life is also". If he is hit by something, he will suddenly feel dizzy. Finally, look at a few clouds in the sky. Some spots in front of the steps are red, squeezing out a few tears. After that, I stopped thinking. If it weren't for Kate, you might have seen Yi Feng, a middle-aged male teacher with a stiff face and a rickety figure, putting down the chalk box and mentioning the image of a vegetable basket quarreling with vendors in the market. This image has universal significance among the male teachers in that middle school.
Let Yi Feng seriously reflect on a reunion called by Wang Dayu, the most worthless classmate in the university. Yi Feng once thought that Wang Dayu was as stupid as his name, and God knows how he got into college. Now he knows that people are still wise and stupid. Wang Dayu went into business after graduation, and soon he was like a steamed bun in a steamer. His business card says "Daewoo Sanitary Products Company" as the general manager, mainly selling flush toilets. No wonder his hands always stink of shit. That party was really mixed feelings. The feeling of happiness in the spring breeze is roughly the same, but the pain of being down and out is only clear to you.
When Feng Yi looked back on those years when he slipped away quietly, he thought, What have I done these years! I am brilliant. Later, I didn't do the old one, because even if the article I worked so hard to write was published, it would cost tens of dollars, not much more than the postage on paper money. Besides, those so-called associations often charge membership fees of one kind or another. Who knows what's fishy about this? He also wants to go into business, but the golden age of business has long passed. People who have already gone into the sea are eager to go ashore, and he has no capital. After reading it on the shore, I had to give up. I also want to work in the south with high salary, but I heard that many popular college students are cleaning toilets there. He studied Chinese, which everyone hates most, and it is estimated that it is difficult to find a job there. Besides, he is the big boss again. Later he read ancient books, and then he wanted to marry Kate.
But by then Kate had gradually discovered that Feng Yi was not paranoid about Van Gogh and Picasso. His talent has become synonymous with nothing.
On that day, Feng Yi took Kate by the hand and took her to his home to meet her future father-in-law and in-laws.
Kate saw Yi Feng standing in front of several crooked adobe houses and calling an old lady to call her mother, while the other two were transplanted. Zhou Yan, Lao Zhou Yan, was Yi Feng's father, and Zhou Yan was Yi Feng's younger brother Feng Ming. Kate's head buzzed, and she thought, Oh, my God! This is a poor pit that can never be filled. He turned away without hesitation.
Kate. Kate. Feng Yi shouted twice and stopped. Tears rolled from his eyes. He muttered, Kate, what a fucking heartless person! Since then, his spirit has entered a state of confusion. What he said is incomprehensible, but sometimes it contains amazing philosophy. Of course, nonsense!
(Part II)
The scene of that day will always be fixed in Feng Ming's mind. The setting sun is a faint color, and a large piece of thick shade hangs over it. Feng Ming's eyes are black. Time freezes at a certain moment, and there is no sound or wind between heaven and earth. My father crouched beside a pile of cow dung indifferently, my mother slowly curled up and hugged a pile of straw, and my brother stumbled after a woman with long hair. The woman with long hair ran away, and my brother sat on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
Feng Ming cried, brother, what's wrong with you! I shouldn't. Fengming cried again, and his brother looked up. Feng Ming found that his brother's eyes were like dead fish, showing a dead gray. Fengming thought, I'm finished. Such eyes will never shine again.
The next day, Feng Ming washed himself in mud and went to college. There is a group in the university whose hometown is in a poor mountainous area. They have made great efforts to go to college, and they are still struggling in college. With extreme self-esteem and inferiority, they maintain some persistent beliefs. With the support of this belief, they are like a nail, which can penetrate difficulties or break them.
Feng Ming naturally belongs to this group. It's just that he often says to those students with superior conditions in his heart: One day, I will be better than all of you. His academic performance has always ranked first in his class, but this is not surprising. Students like him generally have this advantage. Later, people found that he played football very well, and his essays and poems were always published in the school-run literary journals. His elegant behavior in the debate is even more impressive and fascinating. People found this Shanliwa very talented. Later, he was elected as the monitor of this class, and later he entered the student union. A city girl named Ethan likes him very much. She is the elite of their department.
He's a little happy. However, when he is happy, he thinks I am too early! His goal is to be elected president of the student union and join the party. However, the number of places for party member in the school is very limited, and of course there is only one position for the President of the Student Union. Whether his wish can be realized depends on the director of the student affairs office-a Marxist-Leninist old lady.
At that time, the most powerful person who competed with him for the position of president of the student union was a talented young man named Lin. That man always argues with him. At first, he argued with him about Ethan. He didn't want to argue with Ethan; He won without fighting. Take the love letter from Lin and tell him, do you know? Actually, I have never liked Lin. Really? He said, actually, Lin is quite good.
The old lady of Marxism-Leninism has a very traditional thought. Although it is normal to fall in love in college, it is not a scourge in her eyes, but at least a good student should not be like this. So when the student director talked to Feng Ming, his heart thumped.
I heard you were in love? The old lady of Marxism-Leninism has a pair of stern eyes behind the camera.
I didn't, Fengming said quietly to the student director. It is Lin who is speaking.
Is it? With who? The student director was surprised.
And Ethan.
How did you know? I have read the love letter to Lin.
Later, the student director talked to Lin.
From then on, Ethan stopped talking to Feng Ming, only met once in the corridor of the teaching building. Ethan said: despicable! Feng Ming said seriously: We are still students, and we should pursue progress in thought and study, and should not involve children's affairs prematurely. Ethan said: I am really blind, how can I fall in love with such a hypocritical hypocrite! Fengming silently looked at Ethan's drifting back, which was beautiful, with a trace of melancholy in his heart. In fact, he said to himself, I love you very much!
Later, Feng Ming naturally joined the Party and became the president of the Student Union. After graduation, Feng Ming was recommended by the school to be a civil servant in a municipal committee.
That's a career that is very suitable for Feng Ming. Feng Ming's talent is inherent. The first important thing for young people who have just entered the office is to be a man with their tails between their legs. Serving tea and delivering water and improving office hygiene are their main tasks, followed by the business at hand. Feng Ming, like other young people, did well at first, but the difference was later.
Generally speaking, there are only two situations in the future. One is to work hard and make others feel that you should do these things and that you are doing them. In the long run, you will change from junior to senior in the office, and you will still be just a small clerk, leaving a good reputation of being honest and hardworking. Or one day, I get tired of losing my temper and throwing a mop, so I won't wait on you! So happy. But since then, you have left a bad impression on the leaders. You can never do it unless he is transferred.
People in Feng Ming's office probably thought it was time for him to sweep the floor and empty the ashtray, so they chose this opportunity. During that time, the director and deputy director of the office went to the province for a meeting to study, and he didn't carry water for the first time. First, Lao Wang took the cup, waved the thermos flask, forgot to take a look at Feng Ming, saw Xiao Feng's reaction, and sat back in place. Then Lao Li repeated Lao Wang's actions. No one drank water and no one spoke that day. The next day, Lao Wang estimated that Feng Ming would never carry boiling water like most young people who have been in the office for a while. Lao Wang is not. Lao Wang is the kind of good cadre who has worked hard and worked hard for decades.
Before Feng Ming came to the office, he boiled water, mopped the floor and washed the ashtray, all of which were old Wang Gan's business. So Lao Wang knows that it's his turn to do these things now. Lao Wang has gone. But Feng Ming, the director of the two offices, kept pouring tea and water.
Feng Ming's talent is displayed bit by bit, not suddenly. So one day, you won't be surprised or surprised when you find that Feng Ming's speech is wonderful and high-level, or you will take it for granted when he comes up with materials with strong policy and theoretical depth.
In a word, it is normal for Feng Ming to be talented. He has no talent and makes people feel abnormal.
As a result, the director of the office was transferred to a county as a deputy magistrate. When he said goodbye to his old superior, Liu Shuji, Xiaofeng in our office was a talent.
Of course, the party secretary is busy and won't care who Xiaofeng is. When he was about to forget Xiao Feng, he saw a well-structured and profound research article in the party newspaper of the Municipal Party Committee, which was both theoretical and in line with local conditions. He thought, could this Xiaofeng be the Xiaofeng of the municipal party Committee?
Feng Ming walked to the municipal party committee secretary's office. His heart, which has always been calm, was beating badly. He thought, how many opportunities can a person have in his life? He sat on the sofa, leaning forward with a humble smile on his face. He said, Liu Shuji, you flatter me. I just made a very shallow discussion on this aspect … ...
Liu Shuji said: Modesty, it is good for young people to be modest ... Later, Feng Ming became Liu Shuji's secretary.
On one occasion, Fengming went to Liu Shuji's house, but Liu Shuji was not at home. Liu Juan is sitting at a desk, folding paper cranes. There are many folded paper cranes in front of her.
Fengming said: The paper crane you folded is really good.
Liu Juan gave him a look and said lightly, Really? Come and fold together.
When Liu Shuji came back, Fengming said with a smile, Your daughter is really good at folding origami cranes.
This Sunday, Fengming pushed Liu Juan's wheelchair to put paper cranes by the scenic river.
On the beautiful beach where wild flowers are in full bloom, Feng Ming is holding the beautiful Liu Juan. Liu Juan took paper cranes out of paper bags and threw them into the water one by one, watching them being swept away by the waves or stranded on the shore by weeds. She murmured: paper crane, a thousand hearts can't fly in the wind, they can only flow in the water.
Shortly after Feng Ming was promoted to section chief, he got married for the sake of double happiness.
Feng Ming's father and crooked mother are sitting in the car, thinking proudly: Only big cadres can sit in the car, and the second child has a future. They didn't know that the second child would come to pick up their car. That's just an ordinary Li Xia in Tianjin. As long as the money is given, any firewood collector or dung collector in the village can take it.
Their hearts were filled with joy when they saw a beautiful bride. That is clearly the fairy in the painting, although this fairy can only sit forever. They sat trembling in the spotless luxury hall, opposite Liu Shuji, their parents who made them feel inferior and proud.
At that time, their crazy boss was standing under the neem tree on the wall of their well. He stood with his back to the sun, much like a profound philosopher. Bullshit! He said.
Written in 1998