On weekdays, the school occasionally organizes some activities to watch movies or dramas.
One day in advance, the teacher will inform the students in the class that they want to pay for the movie tomorrow.
When I get home, I pay attention to my mother's emotions. When I see my mother unhappy, I will never ask for money, it must be boring for myself.
It was only when I saw that my mother was in a good mood that I dared to look at the sky and carefully squeeze around her to try my luck today.
Mom, tomorrow the school organizes a movie, I, I want to watch it. ”
When luck was good, my mother promised to give me money, and I took the money with a smile on my face, thanked my mother, and ran back to the house, where I was proud of my brothers for a while.
But most of the time it's not so lucky......"Don't look! I don't have that much money to spare! ”
On holidays, parents sometimes invite one or two friends to take their children to the park to play, and on the lake and benches, the father leaves a lot of precious images for the children.
However, none of these ** have me.
When I was a child, I was very thin-skinned, I blushed when I saw someone, I didn't dare to speak, and I would cry when I was teased by adults. Gradually, my parents stopped taking me out.
Every time I take my brothers out, I give me a little favor, candy or biscuits, and let me take care of my younger siblings at home. Although I feel a little lost, I am more willing, because I don't have to go out to meet people, and there is something delicious, so why not do it?
More often than not, it's our brothers who go out together and enjoy the feeling of unrestrained freedom.
In the winter, the eldest brother took us to Victory Park Stadium for ice skating, and his speed skating level was very high.
At that time, there was only one pair of speed skates at home, which my eldest brother wore when I was young, and my third brother and fourth brother and I wore these old skates and learned to skate with my eldest brother.
After the school winter break, my brothers and I went ice skating almost every day.
We didn't have the money to buy tickets, so we slipped in early before the rink was working, hid in the shoe room, and waited for more people to skate before we went out, and no one knew if we had tickets. In this way, we went to play all day at a time, until in the afternoon, when our stomachs were rumbling with hunger.
I was already skating well in my teens, but then my feet grew and I couldn't wear old skates or buy new ones, so I didn't skate for many years until I went to college.
During the season when the rink was closed, my brothers and I often went to play tennis.
There is a tennis court diagonally across from my house, with a high barbed wire fence on the side of the court, and the administrator's small house in the corner of the court.
We couldn't afford to buy tennis rackets, and we didn't have the money to go in and play, so we heard the sound of playing on the court, and a bunch of children would lie outside the fence to watch the ball. Not only can you see other people playing, but you can also see a better level of play, and you can also see the coach teaching. Slowly, I learned some tennis skills, and I also figured out the rules of singles and doubles.
Uncle Zhao, the administrator, is a Chinese. During the day, he is in charge of managing the court, keeping tennis balls, rackets, nets and other equipment, and when someone comes to play, he collects money and provides equipment. In the evening, he locked the stadium gate and went home.
Our brothers gradually got acquainted with Uncle Zhao, and whenever the court was free, we would go in to help him clean the court and pick up tennis balls scattered in the grass.
Uncle Zhao saw that we were well-behaved and not naughty, and often gave us old tennis balls. After a while, when no one was playing, Uncle Zhao would occasionally borrow a racket for us to practice playing, so I learned to play tennis at a very young age.
When I was in the fourth grade, there was a tennis court in the school playground for the upper grades for physical education and teachers' spare time.
After school, when I saw my teachers playing tennis, I stayed on the court** and was eager to try my hand at it, looking for an opportunity to show off my skills.
That day, the teacher was playing doubles, and it happened that there was a shortage of three, so I immediately rushed up to grab the racket.
The teacher I was paired with saw that I was a hairy boy, and he looked down on me very much, and reluctantly started fighting. Unbeknownst to me, I quickly played a few good balls and won the game, which impressed the teachers with me.
After that, after school several times, the homeroom teacher, Mr. Liu Fujiao, asked me to stay and play ball with the teachers for a while until I graduated from primary school.
For many years after I went to secondary school, I didn't have the opportunity to play tennis again, and it wasn't until I retired that I picked up a tennis racket again.