grandfather's daughter-in-law

In this way, after another year, our country graduated from elementary school and went to middle school.

In this small town, there are two middle schools, which are located on the east and west sides of the town.The school in the east is in the bustling area of ​​the town, and the teachers are relatively good. It is said that many students are admitted to key middle schools every year. Anyway, it has always been a representative of the town's promotion rate, and it is also the goal of all students to strive to be among them.The one on the west side is like a shelter, which specially adopts the "abandoned children" who live off the line of entering a higher school.Without any suspense, I went to the shelter.

My mother showed no signs of disappointment or sadness, and she bought me a bicycle, well-made point-toed shoes, and handkerchiefs with delicate embroidery.I can't tell what I feel.This woman, she provided me with everything, she let me eat, dress, go to school, and gave me money. She gave birth to me and raised me, but I didn't feel much gratitude in my heart, and I couldn't think of anything to criticize.I know that if it is not for the sake of living, no one is willing to live in others, no one is willing to sell their bodies, but it is such a high-sounding reason, the more I can't figure out why people are alive.I locked my shoes, handkerchief, and bicycle key in the cabinet, and my mother didn't ask why.We are just the most familiar strangers living under the same roof.

The shelter in the west of the town also has a name, Beile Township Junior High School.In front of its gate, there is a small stream with gurgling water flowing all year round.On the left is a snack bar and on the right is a stationery store.As soon as you enter the gate, there are two rows of tall banyan trees.On the trunk of the first tree hung a rusty chime.Passing through this row of banyan trees and some teaching buildings, there is a football field at the end.On the right is the cafeteria.Although it is a shelter, there are good classes and bad classes. I think it is like the difference between serious criminals and light criminals in prisons.I was placed in the upper class of the girls' class, which was not accidental but also reasonable.After my father passed away, I had no interest in studying, and my mother seldom asked me about my studies.But people have to survive, and they have to find a way to pass those blank or dark times, and I spent them in my father's study.The study room hasn't moved a single bit since my father left, and I've already read half of it. Of course, I still don't understand most of it, but it's enough to give me a foothold in this shelter.Maybe life is like this.

There is nothing new about the first day of school.The teacher in charge is a woman with a pointed face, and her voice is indifferent and sharp. I have completely forgotten her name to this day. I only remember hearing that she is in her 40s and has not been married yet. Everyone calls her an old maid behind her back.Probably due to menopause, her temper has been very volatile since the first day.After briefly explaining all the precautions, she stood aside and let the students introduce themselves.Pursing the thin lip line, staring closely at the person on stage from behind thick glasses, nodding slightly or showing contempt sideways.I saw her in the crowd.

It was a fair-skinned girl who seemed shy.Her hair hangs down her ears like black waterfalls, and her lips are as soft as flower petals.Her eyes are beautiful and divine, and under the black curtain, she exudes a kind of light that I can tell at a glance that she is a child living in a happy family.Her uniform was new and crisp, made to order outside, and neatly pressed.The beautiful leather shoes, although they are also black, are different from the cheap ones on the street at a glance. They are a style with slightly pointed toes.She walked up to the podium from me with careful steps, making a slight clatter on the floor.

I lowered my head and glanced at my big-toed leather shoes. They were a pair of 20 yuan leather shoes I bought on the street with the breakfast money I had saved.For no reason, my face froze a bit, it was hot, and it was the first time that I was ashamed of myself because of poverty.I quietly put my feet back under the table.

She wrote her name, Jiang Caiwei, on the blackboard with chalk.I remember reading a book on my father's bookshelf, which seemed to be called Analects, and there was a poem called Caiwei in it.Picking weeds and picking weeds, in the past I came to think, Yangliu Yiyi, now I am going, rain and snow are falling.What a beautiful name, what a beautiful mood.Looking at those big eyes under the black curtains, I feel that no one is worthy of this name except her.I thought it was an appreciation of beauty.Appreciation is all about watching from afar.So in the first year of junior high school, she and I were just classmates who met casually, and we just greeted each other with a smile.

She is very quiet. She never plays wildly with her classmates after class, and even seldom laughs loudly. She laughs lightly, so the relationship with her classmates is not close, and she is often alone.In most of her free time, she sits in her seat and reads, but her grades are not good, or even poor.At that time, there was no such thing as corporal punishment for students with poor grades, but teachers called it whipping.The so-called whipping is not earnest teaching, but actually whipping you with a whip.There are also various methods of encouragement, from hitting the palm of the hand to standing in the corner, standing on the table with open legs to avoid affecting the students listening to the class behind, punishing copying the manual, writing self-criticism, etc., are all the methods of encouragement that teachers come up with when they are bored. .I often suspect that these teachers are the Nazi Party left over from the war. Otherwise, why are they so cruel and stern, and even with forbearable excitement.

The only way to avoid these punishments is to be a good student who follows the rules in the eyes of the teacher and makes no mistakes, but this is impossible.Every day, the test papers of Chinese, Mathematics, English, Physics and Chemistry are handed out one by one. The amount of test questions is as large as a mountain. It is not easy to barely complete, and there is no time to revise and correct.The teachers used the lunch time to ask the students to correct each other. Some utilitarian girls often corrected the test papers very strictly, which led to many "unjust, false and wrong cases".Unless you have genius wisdom and a photographic memory, you will inevitably be punished.

I think the reason why Jiang Caiwei left a deep impression on me, besides the natural beauty and sweetness all over her body, is her beautiful crying.Everyone in the class will inevitably be punished, but no one cries so terribly and is so pitiful like her.There is a beautiful baby in the class, who also has an angelic face, but the way she grinned after being beaten is like a beautiful woman holding her booger in public, which is unappetizing.Jiang Caiwei has never been like this. Jiang Caiwei's crying is forbearable and resolute, but also with natural gentleness. She always presses her lower lip tightly after being beaten, as if enduring great pain and tightly protecting the beating With his hand on his chest, he dared to sob softly after the teacher left, and then took out a handkerchief decorated with floral flowers from his schoolbag and gently wiped away his tears.Her mournful and beautiful cry was like a budding flower in spring that could not bear the cool breeze, making people want to stand up and protect her frail figure.

But I didn't do anything, I just watched her tears like this for a year.We were nodding classmates for a year, and then my first menstruation came without warning in this endless voyeurism and beating.It was not a rare day, but when the old maid's broom fell down, I gritted my teeth and exerted a little force, and a burst of warmth flowed out of my lower body.I thought I was incontinent because of the beating, so I just stood there in a daze, afraid that I would make my classmates laugh if my pants got wet.

The old maid looked at me coldly from behind the lens, her thin lips moved and closed, and the cold words slipped out, "Do you want to be beaten again?"

I suddenly realized that I was still standing at the front desk, and a few classmates were already snickering. I blushed and hurried back to my seat with my legs between my legs.The sticky feeling from my lower body made me restless, being beaten was no longer important, I was only worried that the smell of urine would spread quickly in this sweltering summer.

It took a long time to hear the old maid's amnesty, "If you want to go to the bathroom, go!"

I rushed to the toilet in a hurry, and after taking off my pants, I found that it was a dark brown condensation, which didn't seem to flow out of the human body.

Is this the necessary process for a girl to transform into a woman?

What an ugly ceremony!

I stared at it blankly, at a loss.The class bell rang again, and I was still staring at it blankly.

"What's wrong with you?" A gentle voice rang out.I raised my head and found that Jiang Caiwei was right in front of me, and caught a glimpse of the dark brown condensate on the underpants.Her face was flushed to the base of her neck.

"It's...it's okay." She said, stammering because of shyness, "First... just put some straw paper on it first." After speaking, she turned around and left quickly.I was still standing in that naked open-legged position, I just felt that the temperature on my face was going to burn my whole body, it seemed that my throat had been burned out, and I couldn't even make a sound.

I spent the whole afternoon in embarrassment, embarrassment and shyness.What the teachers said, I can't remember at all, and I don't seem to be so shocked, bewildered and disgusted after the first menstruation, I just remember standing in front of her in such an embarrassing posture.I couldn't help my eyes wandering to her.She was still so quiet and beautiful, with straight black hair reaching her shoulders.When her eyes drifted over her slightly raised breasts, the temperature on her face increased a bit.I watched her secretly for a year, but I didn't realize that the breasts had already shown the beauty of a woman in its infancy.It was taught in physiology class that the secondary sexual characteristics of a woman develop rapidly after menstruation, presumably her menstruation has come a long time ago.I also remembered that I was standing in front of her so naked, and the temperature on my face never dissipated.Barely waiting until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he hurried back home.

I didn't tell my mother about it, and hid in the small bathroom alone, rubbing the underwear.The dark brown stain on it seemed impossible to wash off, for no reason, I felt like I fell into a deep pit just like that, as if the sun was nowhere to be seen.