Thirteen Yaolang

In the night, a middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes and sunken face was kneeling in front of a cemetery, tears streaming down his face to the ground. "Wait for me," he murmured, and I'll come get you. "

The young doctor lies on the sofa in the office late at night, playing with his mobile phone to pass the time.At this point, the teacher had left, but he didn't go back for a long time.

"Damn, he died again." The doctor said angrily.He still remembers that more than 100 years ago, when these electronic communication devices were not available, his entertainment was to watch the civil strife in China. It was a history of humiliation full of disasters, backwardness and beatings. However, the doctor who had forgotten how old he had lived, He is used to seeing human beings killing each other, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and killing blood. In his opinion, this disaster, and even the subsequent world war, is nothing more than a stone rolling into the water, causing a layer of red ripples. The history of mankind is How bloody and brutal, those who pass by will understand, and the clouds are calm.

Once the floodgate of memories was opened, it was out of control. He recalled the year when the Qing Dynasty fell, the minister who played Go with him trembled and made a wrong move.

"My lord, I'll give you another chance." Thirteen put his hands in his sleeves.

"I don't regret it." The adult who has always been gentle and calm said so.

There was a heavy rain outside, knocking down the poplar flowers in the yard, and beating the windows with raindrops.

The minister got up and closed the curtain of the study.Then Shisan could only see his thin back.

"The rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building."

"My family has served the Holy Majesty from generation to generation, and I have done my best to be worthy of my ancestors. However, my father once told me that my ancestors only wanted to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty."

The minister turned his head and showed a sad smile at Shisan: "So, who in the world can always remember whom?"

He betrayed what he had always been loyal to at the beginning, and he was loyal to what he hated at the time.Humans are so ridiculous.

The last thing in my memory is the rain that swept across the city and the wry smile that the adults held in their mouths.

And that unfinished game of chess.

"Dong dong dong." Someone knocked on the office door at night.

"Come in." Thirteen said lazily, putting down his legs that were on the back of the sofa.

It was a little boy with big clever eyes. He rolled his eyes and said, "Sir, I brought what you asked for."

"Put it there, thank you." Thirteen said without looking up.

"Sir, where is the money?"

Thirteen turned over depressed, "Did you see that jade pendant? It can be sold for a lot of money."

"Sir, I want cash."

Shisan had no choice but to send the child away with 100 yuan, thinking: "Smelly brat, I don't know what to do."

The child left happily, but Shisan looked at the exchanged items and fell into deep thought.

"Ah, I lost again." Zhang Zhe looked up to the sky and sighed, very sad.

Today, the math teacher took sick leave and didn't come to class, so the classroom is self-study, but the so-called self-study is time for entertainment.

The buddies in the front row were having a romantic relationship with the pretty representative of the Chinese class. It was so pleasant.

The dick who doesn't even have a girlfriend - Zhang Zhe and the man with glasses at the same table are using paper instead of chess boards and pens instead of chess pieces to play backgammon.Then Zhang Zhe lost a few sets and started howling.

"Don't play anymore." Zhang Zhe threw away the pen.

The man with glasses pushed his glasses: "I'll stop playing after only a few games, you really can't afford to lose."

"Who said that?!" Zhang Zhe immediately resurrected on the spot with full blood. "One more game."

When school was over, the sky was still bright, so Zhang Zhe suggested going to the river to play.

"What are you playing?" Xie Di raised his eyelids.

"Catch loach." Zhang Zhe replied.

But they still didn't catch loach.Because Mother Xie called and asked them to bring a catty of fish back home.

The way home is an unfamiliar and secluded path. There is a sycamore tree at the intersection and a church with pink walls next to it.It was July, when the sycamore trees were in full bloom, and the ground was covered with fine sycamore flowers.

When passing by, Zhang Zhe looked inside curiously, but saw nothing.

"Zhang Zhe." Xie Di stopped him. "Don't go there."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Zhe asked.

"There is too much evil spirit there."

After being stunned for three seconds, Zhang Zhe laughed loudly: "Brother, it's not funny at all when you make a joke."

"I'm serious." Xie Di replied seriously, "I was possessed by a demon when I was young."

"Hahaha, I met a fox demon when I was a child. Every time the moon is full, she turns into a beauty. What do you think she wants to do? She told me to do my homework... Hahahaha."

Xie Di kept silent in a timely manner.

There is me everywhere, and there is no me everywhere. This is the highest state of philosophy.Commonly known as the unity of things and me.

Therefore, when the art class representative asked him to give the paint to the art teacher, he pretended not to hear. "I'm not here." He hypnotized himself.

Interpersonal relationships in life are extremely complicated. A friend who smiled at you one day may speak sarcasticly to you the next day.

Uh...it doesn't seem to have anything to do with this matter.

So in the end Zhang Zhe went to the art teacher's office on the top floor with the paint.

Then he found that the office door was not open, so he simply went up to the rooftop.He didn't know exactly what to do.

As soon as he went up, he saw the math teacher smoking a cigarette with his back leaning against the railing, which gave him a vicissitudes of life like an old man.

Zhang Zhe wanted to pretend he didn't see it and walk away, but the teacher had already seen him and waved to him:

"Hey, Zhang Zhe." Zhang Zhe walked up bravely. The teacher put his hand on the railing and shook the soot: "Aren't you going to class?"

"Art class." Zhang Zhe laughed dryly.

"Have you finished your homework?" After hearing this sentence, Zhang Zhe felt that the teacher's stalwart figure just standing in the wind shrank a lot in an instant.

In the future, he wants to write a song: "Have you finished your homework" is a fatal blow to the soul of those who are trapped in life and have lost hope.

"You young people are so kind. I want to live again and go back to my school days. It's true that money doesn't change."

"Students are not good." Zhang Zhe replied.

"Hahahaha." The teacher took another puff of cigarette, exhaled white mist, and patted Zhang Zhe on the shoulder, "At my age, it's easy to miss the past, hahaha, young man, cherish the time!"

For some reason, Zhang Zhe was a little moved. Looking at the math teacher's face, he didn't look so hideous anymore.

"However, I have a lovely daughter and a good wife, which is incomparable to young people like you. Hahahaha."

Zhang Zhe thought, as if I hadn't been touched.

The math teacher invited him to play at his home, and turned on the phone to show Zhang Zhe. There were pictures of his family of three on the screen.The little girl was missing her front teeth, and she was grinning heartily. She sat on top of her father's head.The young math teacher held his wife's arm.The wife smiled softly and shyly.

For some reason, Zhang Zhe thought of himself: even the endless quarrels between his parents during the Chinese New Year, his father not coming home all the year round, his mother's angry appearance, and his father slamming the door... Stop it, don't think about it anymore.

This is a self-protection measure developed by Zhang Zhe living in this environment for a long time - selective forgetting.

I only remember my parents taking me to fly a kite on my birthday, I only remember my mother’s gentle smile, and my father sang an out-of-key song. Let go, like swinging on a swing.

Zhang Zhe can forget things that he doesn't want to remember.

Because memories hurt, too.

"My childhood was also very happy." Zhang Zhe said indifferently, "It's no worse than your family. My parents treat me very well..."

The mathematics teacher ignored what he was talking about, but looked into the distance as if he was worried. The years had carved marks on his face, but it could be seen that he was also full of vigor when he was young. I miss you deeply.