When I was in the second grade of junior high school, there was a new ** teacher in the school.
On the day of class, we ran into the classroom early to see the new teacher. In our imagination, the new ** teacher must be like the previous ** teacher, with flying curly hair, big man, foreign atmosphere, and always holding a fan as if standing on the stage.
When the new teacher walked into the classroom, we were all stunned. Is he a teacher?He is not tall and has a childish face, like a big brother in high school in school. Why is it so small, is it my teacher?It may be that he looks like a classmate, and we gave him a warm round of applause.
He waved to us and smiled, his smile was cute and real, he really didn't look like a teacher.
My name is Niu Dengdi, and I graduated from Shenyang ** College. As soon as we said two words, we burst out laughing, the name was so weird. Seeing us laughing at him, he didn't get angry, made a stop gesture and continued, "You're laughing at my name, aren't you?"
He turned around and wrote the third word on the blackboard. Seriously, the cow, the cow that bows its head and is willing to be the son of the cow;First, it is the ranking of the imperial examination in ancient times, and to ascend to the first place is to obtain a ranking in the imperial examination. My name was given by my grandfather, which means that I should study hard, gain fame, and become an official. It's not what you think, is it?We don't seem to understand it, but we know that this is a very learned name.
He clapped his hands and said, let's start the lesson, I'll sing you a song first, and then you will sing. He sat down at the piano and sang us a song "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow" as he played. We cheered and gave him another round of applause.
In this way, the distance between him and us was suddenly shortened.
He followed the roll call and asked everyone in the class to sing a few words. Then, let everyone sing along. The class was almost entirely interactive, and it made the whole class excited at once. The bell rang for the end of class, and we couldn't get enough of it.
A few days later, the homeroom teacher told me that the school was going to set up a junior choir mainly composed of junior high school students. It turned out that he had asked each student to sing alone in class because he had come prepared, and he was choosing choir members.
I was very average in singing, and I was very surprised that he chose me to be the choir leader. When the head teacher saw me, he said, what?Unwilling?How could I not want to, I said loudly, I do.
Why choose me?On the way home, I kept thinking.
When a girl thinks too much, it becomes cranky. I look in the mirror, am I pretty?Ear-length short hair, jet black and shiny, round face, shiny. Although she is not tall, she is obviously a big girl. I suddenly had a fever in my face and a strange feeling in my body.
The choir has to rehearse four times a week, and there are many opportunities to go to the ** classroom to meet Mr. Niu, and I am not satisfied with this little time, I don't want to see him all the time. After the rehearsal, I dragged my classmates to rub around with him for a while and asked him to play the piano and sing for us.
One day, I picked up his banhu and said, Mr. Niu, I haven't heard you play the banhu, let's listen to a song!He looked at me and said very seriously, "You like Banhu?".I don't know what to say, in fact, I just want to spend a little more time with him and say a word casually. I had to nod my head when he asked.
That day, he pulled a song of flowers and teenagers, far away, and the crisp sound of the banhu filled the ** classroom. Flowers and boys, this song was chosen, and my heart was pulled into his arms at once.
He shook his body, his fingers nimbling on the strings, pursed his lips and smiled, looking up at me from time to time. I was stunned, stupid, and so nervous that I couldn't help but pull the placket tightly. With that, he jerked his bow and stopped. A few classmates applauded vigorously, and he looked up at me and asked, "Is it good?"Do you know what song it is?I said, "Nice, I know." I was learning violin with a teacher outside of school, and I knew the name of the piece. He smiled and said, it's not simple, I also know this song, and I deserve to be the head of the regiment.
Then, he said, you like banhu, but banhu is not suitable for girls, you learn erhu!I'll teach you the erhu.
That's it, I put down the violin I was learning and started to learn erhu from scratch with him. It's not that I like erhu, but I want more reasons to be with him.
He gave me an erhu and I had the opportunity to learn erhu at night after school on the grounds that I could learn erhu at his place. From the sitting position, to the position, to the bow movement, he taught me hand by hand. When I got home, I practiced seriously, and all my study and practice were to make him think I was smart and make him like me.
I can't do without him more and more, and every day when I don't see him, I can't go to class in a panic. At that time, love was ignorant, and the word love was never thought of. Just feeling missing and being close, wanting to see him, wanting to talk to him, wanting to touch him.
I don't know if the girls in the choir fell in love with him at that time, anyway, after everyone finished rehearsing, they didn't want to leave, they all had to hang out with him for a while, listen to him sing a few songs, play a few tunes, and then reluctantly go home.
One day, I suddenly noticed that his hair was very shiny, a little wavy, and it was so beautiful. On a whim, I took out a flower silk and tied the four corners to make a small flower hat. He sat down at the piano and played, and I crept behind him, and I pressed his head, combed his short hair with my slender little hands, and put the little flower hat on him. He didn't dodge, he raised his head at my mercy, his hands still running on the piano. I don't know what tune he's playing, but I can tell he's intoxicated. I was also intoxicated, and when I stroked his head, my heart was beating wildly and I wanted to hold his head around my chest.
So many classmates were there, and they thought I was naughty, and no one noticed my heart.
After a semester like this, I was like a little sun, I don't know how much my own enthusiasm was passed on to him, and I felt that I was about to be burned by my enthusiasm.
It's going to be a vacation, and everyone has to leave school for nearly a month, how can I see him?Before I could figure out a way, someone in the choir asked, Mr. Niu, your house lives in **, can we go to your house on vacation?A silly boy nicknamed Bread asked.
Bread is a bass classmate in the choir, with a big face, white and succinct, so it is nicknamed bread. He loves singing too much, he doesn't study well, but he loves singing very much, and his ideal is to be admitted to ** college and become a singer. As soon as he asked, it was exactly what I wanted, and I hurriedly continued, yes, Mr. Niu, we will miss you if we can't see you during a holiday. Everyone said that they were going to Mr. Niu's house during the holidays.
Teacher Niu said, I miss you too, and you are welcome to go. I don't know if he said it to me, but I just thought he was saying it to me. He wrote us the address of his home.
After the holiday, several members of our choir made an appointment to go to Teacher Niu's house together.
Accidentally, a female classmate in the choir brought her sister, a beautiful sophomore, and the minister of literature and art of our whole school. I'm so strange, why did she get here?The choir is for junior high school students, and there is nothing for high school students, and high school students are studying intensively to prepare for the university entrance examination.
I know this sister who lives near my house. I asked her why she came, and she said that she would discuss the art performance with Teacher Niu.
Mr. Niu's family lives in a large courtyard of a bungalow in the city, and as soon as a few of us entered the courtyard, several aunts were enjoying the shade under the big tree. When I saw a few girls in our show, especially when I saw that sister, I said, hey, what day is today, there are so many beautiful girls here, there is no plane tree, don't attract the phoenix, the son of the old Niu family is okay!
This is the first time I've heard this, and I understand the general meaning. Then an aunt pointed to the beautiful sister and said, how beautiful is this girl, how old are you?The beautiful sister smiled and didn't speak, I know that the sophomore in high school is two years younger than Teacher Niu.
There was a hint of displeasure on my face. Obviously, our choir came to see Teacher Niu, but she was really disappointed to come. That day, I didn't talk much, and watched from a distance as my sister and Teacher Niu whispered something.
After that day, I couldn't be happy. I felt like I was a little kid in front of that pretty sister. There is no comparison with her, she is too mature and beautiful, and in the whole school, she can be regarded as the school flower. Although some people say that I am the school flower, I just think that way from my junior high school classmates.
Mr. Niu was still as good to me as ever, rehearsing, taking us to the radio station to record, and every time we achieved a little result, he always did not forget to praise me. I went to him to learn erhu, and I made a little progress, and he patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's very good!"But I'm just depressed.
More than a year later, ** began. Teacher Niu was transferred to the city to form an ideological and literary propaganda team, and our choir was automatically disbanded.
Mr. Niu occasionally goes to school, and as long as he goes back to school, he will find me. I think he understands my feelings for him, and I'm too young for him to know it's impossible, or he doesn't love me at all, but he can't bear to hurt me.
For the first time in my life, I was tempted by love, and it ended without a problem. Like a song of sweet and sad flowers and teenagers.