In the spring of '82, when I was 18 years old, I was mindful of my first year of high school and my second year of high school for the college entrance examination, and the school system at that time was a ten-year system.
One Saturday afternoon, I needed to go home to pick up a change of clothes, so I got on the train home.
There were a lot of people on the train, most of them farmers who had gone to the city to sell their local products. The aisles of the carriages were stuffed with baskets and woven bags, which contained leftover chickens and ducks, which quacked twice from time to time. I had to turn sideways, look at the open space under my feet, step over, and if I was careless, I ran into the basket, which provoked the chickens and ducks, and they quacked and quacked. The whole carriage was filled with sweat mud and the pungent smell of tobacco.
I dodged left and right, and finally found an empty seat, and there were already two people sitting in the seat. By the window was a middle-aged man in his 40s, who was picking at his nostrils with his hand and smearing his nose on the edge of the car window. In the middle sat an old man in his 60s, with a cigarette pouch in his mouth, and the smoke rising from the cigarette pouch pot, with the breeze from the open window, the spicy and pungent smell of home-grown tobacco rushed straight into my nostrils, choking and choking on me.
I squeezed and sat down on my side with my half-pulled ass. I took out the high school review materials and looked at them.
When the old man saw that I was coughing a few times, he knocked the cigarette pouch pot on the sole of his shoe, tightened the bag with tobacco leaves, wrapped it around the stem of the tobacco pouch, and pinned it to the waistband of his trousers.
When he saw me looking down at the book, he turned his face sideways, looked up at me, and then looked down at the book, "Yo, it's a college student!" ＂
I looked up: No, I'm reading a high school book. ＂
Ah, so you're a high school teacher! He smiled, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.
At that time, my little heart was like a twist twisted eighteen times, and the steel wire pierced through the tofu -- not to mention, I couldn't beat and scold the old man, I could only consider myself unlucky, why didn't I have a dream to meet him last night. I had to be perfunctory, not saying yes or no.
Am I that old? I can't wait to find a mirror to look at my face and make sure.
At that time, I was not in a good mood, and I had just come into contact with high school knowledge, especially physics, which was difficult to understand. There is also English, which was fed to the dogs in the original rural junior high school. The pronunciation of an English teacher in a rural area is not at all the same as that of a teacher in the city. Later, when I was in an English class, our junior high school teacher from the countryside came to my class, and I learned that they were buying and selling and coming back to teach us after they had finished their studies in the city.
As a result, my grades plummeted, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to get into college. Later, after a year of review, I was finally reluctantly admitted to a normal college.
A few days after entering the school, I suffered another blow to my heart. The instructor called a meeting of our freshmen, and at the meeting, so-and-so. He called my name: I see that you are older, you are their eldest brother, you should be the class leader! ＂
Oh, I'll go, I'm a big brother again, and I don't want to be this squad leader in my heart!
In the blink of an eye, I was forty-eight years old. One day, when I went to the market and wanted to buy some fruit, I walked around in front of the fruit stand. There was a young man who saw that I wanted to buy fruit: Uncle, look, my apple is sweet and crisp, let's have some. At that time, there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping by. I turned and walked away, not a long-eyed thing.
I have a very good colleague. One day, it was just the two of us in the office. I asked him: You say, am I really old? He looked at me, shook his head, and didn't speak.
You don't have any worries about the relationship between the two of us, I won't blame you for what you say. I say it sincerely.
He smiled evilly: In the future, when someone asks you how old you are, you will directly add ten or eight years old to your age. ＂
You're a girl, you just say I'm old. I picked up a chalk head and threw it over. He laughed: I didn't say you were old. ＂
Later, when people asked me how old I was, I said I was sixty-eight. Heck, I'm young, I look like I'm about sixty-five.
Am I in such a hurry?