Chapter 4 ■Chu Tianqianli Qingqiu

It was past ten o'clock when I was awakened by the chirping of birds on the mountain.After breakfast, I opened the newspaper and was startled. It turned out that today is July 1st, a catastrophe day for 100,000 people. I thought it was June 31st. I was so confused. At this moment, Xiaosan and Xiaotong should be in the examination room!What should a child look like?Gritting your teeth and frowning the fuck?It's really hard to imagine what he looks like, it's all because he dances all day long.Why not, suddenly thinking that the husband and wife are birds in the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately, thinking about it, I can't help laughing.

What should I do at this moment next year?I do not know.Maybe I'm not qualified to enter the examination room yet, because Ju'er warned me N times that there are only two make-up exams, and if I fail, I will ask Xiao Xia to save a year's tuition money.I don't want to repeat the grade, how can I pass the days without Juer, Xiaojing, Xiaosu, Cat Deng? The marigolds and tiger chrysanthemums in the backyard are blooming, swaying in the wind in the sun, reminding me of Dr. Chivago Rivarichino’s summer days. I also bent down to weed in the fields like Omar Sheriff, or Touch the soil, and then the two-stringed zither rattles.I picked a marigold and sent it to Miaoli in a letter to say hello to Xiaojing and bring her some sunshine in the early summer of Siberia.

It took me two or three months to plant marigolds and tiger chrysanthemums before they officially bloomed, including many times being ripped off by the roots of the puppies who had just teethed.I picked the flower seeds time and time again in the round flower bed in front of the Presidential Palace.Once when I was picking carefully, a gendarme whistled at me from far away across the road. I circled my palms and hurriedly explained to him loudly that I only picked seeds and not flowers. He didn’t seem to hear clearly. With a wave of my hand, I said goodbye to him and left.After school, this has become our routine. When he sees me, he will whistle a few times on purpose, and I will remember that it is time to sow seeds again, and I will say goodbye after picking enough flowers.

After many weeks, the gendarmes on the opposite side stopped blowing whistles at me, and I thought it might not be him, although they all looked the same as the guards near the presidential palace, tall, with short trousers, showing brand new Bright ankle boots.I don't even know his face.But I am not sad either. When I see the flowers blooming so well, I want to bless the heavenly Father for one more soldier. In the afternoon, Juer called urgently and asked me to go to Nanchang Street to find a cram school to learn mathematics.Because at the moment Southeast Asia is playing Napoleon's love story, and I promised to invite Juer, so I ran out against the sun in this scorching afternoon.

It’s the fourth time I’ve watched this movie, but I don’t get tired of it, and I don’t know what I want to see and hear in it. Maybe it’s the same as when I watched it for the third time, with my eyes closed.listen!They are playing the Marseillaise. After leaving the movie theater, the two of them kept talking in a frivolous manner, just wandering on the red brick road, and hated the Nanchang Street incident. The two swung to sit next to Fu Zhong of National Taiwan University.I remember a boy from the Geological Institute of National Taiwan University once told me that when he was in high school, he also liked to ride a bicycle to visit National Taiwan University all day long. Later, he heard people say that everyone has a certain amount of luck, and you are born to be here. You can only stay there for as long as you want, so if you run here all day, you will run out of the time you should stay here earlier, and you will not be able to get in anyway in the future.I think this is probably a way for him to persuade me not to wander around all day, but I can't control it so much.

Today is really a frustrating day.Orange and I leaned on the tree trunk bored.Welfare agencies are closed, there is no ice cream, and the olive trees are not producing olives.These are the things I like to do the most when I’m with Ju’er, holding an ice cream in one hand, eating while walking in the strong wind, laughing while being busy, it’s so fun to be in a mess.I am the only one who dares to eat green olives.There is an olive tree in the new park, which will bear fruit and fall to the ground in late winter and early spring. Tangerine doesn’t like the hard and astringent taste, but she always sits with me under the tree and waits dusk after dusk. We couldn't open our mouths, but we still waited, filling my schoolbag and stomach bulgingly.I often laugh at the two of us resolutely sitting under the tree and waiting in a daze. That kind of appearance is Waiting for God.Ju'er and I have always loved nonsense.

Today the campus is full of test takers, and Juer and I hang out again after a while, to the campus study to buy notebooks.Looking at the white and empty notebooks in my hand, I feel a sense of ambition.When I go back tonight, I have to make a good plan. This is a summer with long blue sky, but I don’t plan to go to Lishan to work for my uncle to pick apples. I want to go to the pile of books. Orange said yes .About today is too hot, we did not swear. In the evening, the house was full of friends, most of them were my father’s students, in order to send Rabbit back to Jinmen. Rabbit is a tall boy who doesn’t like to talk. He would blush when he was teased, but he also drank and got drunk. When he was drunk, he sat alone in the corner and muttered to himself, smiling, which was as melancholy as his homesick prose.

I have been afraid of the excitement since I was a child, and I still am still, because after the excitement, there must be deserted, and they will make me feel that life is like a dream.Just like last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, tonight's original crew went to the house of one of my father's students. When everyone was drunk and laughed, they went to the cemetery hill and went to the tomb of General Bai Chongxi to listen to the ghosts singing in autumn.Later, everyone moved to our house, and we yelled all the way home in the middle of the night, with graves along the way, but there was never a time like that night that made people want to write poetry.The sky is full of the autumn fragrance of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and the moon is so close that I am Chang'e.After returning home, I was a little bit hungry, chatting and laughing a few times, and after a while everyone was stumbling around. Looking at the messy house, it was really desolate and terrifying.

I'm afraid that wealth and glory are just a dream, and I'm even more afraid that I still love this dream too clearly. When I wake up in the morning, the sun is shining brightly, and the trees on the mountain are shaking vigorously. It is Tao Tao, Meng Xiaxi, and the vegetation is lush. Seeing my mother busy in the kitchen alone, I couldn't help doing the things I hadn't done for a long time. People inside and outside the door followed my mother around, and the two of them rushed to talk at the same time, and no one listened to the other. It seems a long time ago when I was lying on the stove and chatting with my mother.When I grew up, I loved to be rebellious, just like my mother.But I inherited my mother's fiery temper, and when I got anxious, I would say: Oh, you are reasonable with me!My mother was so angry that she dropped the spatula and complained to my father crying. I didn't know how to chase after him: "Look, look!"But I am also the one who loves my mother the most. I often pay attention to which pastry shop in Taipei City has the best puffs, and my mother loves puffs the most.We also sat together under the sunny tree to catch fleas for puppies and kittens. The years are really long.

Sometimes my mother is younger than us. Seeing her gesturing and talking to me with a smile, it is really childish!She would sing Hussar while she was chopping meat, and a slower song while she was cooking.She would say: Today, Nunu and I just sat on the mountain and sang songs all afternoon.Nunu and Shanshan are the two most beloved dogs in the family. At this moment, I saw that my mother was happily talking about going to Taichung to compete in the soft net next week, so I couldn't help but happily interjected: I will have a make-up math exam next month.The mother continued her words with interest, and the baby blushed.I know that my mother has never had any idea about our studies. It would be great if she could remember what grade each of the three children is in.My mother played in Hsinchu Girls' High School for six years, and failed to enter the university because of a zero score in mathematics in the college entrance examination. I often used this as an excuse to make excuses for my mathematics. One sentence: If you fail to make up a make-up exam, you may repeat a grade.ah!Finally some reaction.Not yet, it's a make-up exam.Ha, that's good.Mother breathed a sigh of relief, and then sang the drinking song of La Traviata.

Look at my mother, I can't help but laugh when I look at it.Think of Zhang Yi in the biography of Shiji.Zhang Yi was falsely accused by Chu Xiang of stealing Bi and received a beating. After returning home, his wife complained: Hee!Ziwu read and lobby, is it humiliating?But Zhang Yi said to his wife: Do you still see my tongue?His wife laughed and said: "The tongue is here."Yi said, "That's enough."Zhang Yi's wife dotes on her husband deeply, and Sima Zichang is a very leisurely person.At this moment, I also laughed, and walked up the stairs happily, feeling like that Zhang Yi.There is always something left, there is always something left worth living with a smile on my face. In the afternoon, I suddenly started to think hard about my future, and I was tired from thinking about it. Yiyang and Xiaohan came.I quickly moved a small bench and chatted with them under the willow tree. Xiaohan and Yiyang are my best boy friends.They pulled me up when I was suffering the most for Joe, and they were my first friends in my new world, so being with them was like sitting in spring. Xiaohan said that my face was much paler. He was a more careful boy. Although Yiyang was also type O like him, whenever the three of us were together, Xiaohan was always the one who cleaned up the mess. It was only because he always had a serious face. .But I also like to put my hands on my chin and wait to see his smile. When he smiles, his eyebrows are raised, which is the expression of the little boy K who has won the marbles. Some of me went crazy and said by the way that this pale face was caused by hepatitis, which made the two of them rush to tell me the cure for liver disease. Who told me that they were all type O people who lacked a sense of humor.Xiao Tong is also type O, but he doesn't follow the rules. Once he stroked his chin and said wickedly: "Your cheek is red pear."I didn't care about his frivolity, and hurriedly asked if there was such a thing as a red pear. I only heard people describe it as a red apple.The little boy said: You have freckles on your cheeks. Knowing Yiyang and Xiaohan, I realized that there is a reason why boys have a belly.Even if they read a short essay, they can articulate their experience clearly and write a review eloquently.But I was in a bad situation. After reading a good book, I could only shout as well as Jin Shengtan, and the rest were so excited that no one understood. It was different when I first met Xiaosi and that group of people, and I suddenly felt inferior. I hugged Xiaosi all night with my thick black school and the Karamazov brothers of Xiaoxiaozi.While talking, I also want to learn some academic terms.During the holidays, I dug out the Saudi Kafka Beckett in my father's bookcase, and my head was dizzy.It wasn't until halfway through Camus's Black Death that I suddenly thought that I could beat them by writing articles.I used to love Bai Xianyong's novels, but they were discarded before high school.I used to read Qiong Yao's novels, but I abandoned them when I was in the fourth grade.There are some things that I should throw away severely.Grandpa said that mountain climbing, as long as you know that there is one of the best and highest mountains in the world, then even if there are small hills all around, it will be enjoyable.I understand, I don't know the big mountain yet, so I shouldn't have wandered in the small hills so early.I have a plan of my own. After chatting, the three of them talked about homework again.Because Xiaohan and Yiyang have been busy editing the school magazine throughout the second year of high school, their homework is also tattered, but they have already found a tutor for this summer.I also joined in the fun and talked about the math make-up exam, and I laughed for no reason while talking.Xiaohan became serious again, tilted his head, and frowned: I think you should study some mathematics.I answered yes at the moment, probably too straightforward, they had nothing to persuade, and the three of them had nothing to say. For a long time, it was Yiyang who spoke first, this time he was talking about Xuexue.Yiyang loves to talk about three things, his hometown Yilan, poetry music and Xuexue.Xuexue used to be a girl he loved very much, and also a good friend of Mao Mao in junior high school. I once met her in a hurry. In Danhai, she was very cute, a little incense pendant-shaped female doll.Yiyang is often B-type romantic than me, which makes me and Xiaohan embarrassed, and I don't know how to answer the conversation.The sky is very blue today, and I can't help but feel sad when I hear it.Is love a grown-up thing?When Yiyang talked about Xuexue, I didn't even recognize her.He's probably a grown-up, I don't know him. Yiyang has a talent for writing poetry, and he can write modern poems that scare me.Xiaohan writes novels, but I like his prose even more. Every time I read it, I think it is autumn.Joe said that autumn is blue, and her friend Xiao Xia said that autumn is gray, the gray of the stadium, maybe there is some orange red, the orange red of the tennis court compound, the maple red on the maple road in Yangmingshan, and a little bit more. , Inagaki's smile.Xiaohan's prose always adds some Inagaki's smiles, which make my eyes so hot that I want to cry.Xiaohan is a talented boy, but he looks cold. In autumn, I want to say to him, Xiaohan, let me be your good partner, run on the ribbon with you, and fly on the moon together Is Gone Teenager's Dream okay?But I'm afraid of him, and I've only known Yiyang and Xiaohan for one spring and summer. Every Monday at the end of the second semester of high school, I would swing home early unconsciously, because Xiao Han Yiyang would always come to this day, maybe singing songs all night, maybe telling colorful jokes all night, Maybe they argue so much that they wake me up from my doze, it doesn't matter, I just like to sit obediently and watch my good friends live. Yiyang smokes a lot today, so I have to take out my guitar and sing some short songs. When I look at the sunset, I will play Tom Dooley, thinking, what kind of mood and era should it be?I don't care about these.I just need to look at Yiyang and Xiaohan in the sunset, and sing another song: In the blue sky and the Milky Way, There is a little white boat, There is an osmanthus tree on board, The white rabbit is playing. Paddle, paddle invisible, There is no sail on board, float, float, Float to the west. Joe and I used to sing that song lying on the grass.Joe pointed to the sunset in the sky, it was a bright red two-hole six, and Xiaoxia remembered that the golden yellow was the upper deck, and the porcelain blue was the tank cabin.Float, float, fly to the west. Grandpa said, when I was a child, sitting in a shady room, watching the afternoon sun fall on the wood gate, it was white and dim, and it was eternity.Mine is sitting on the top of a mountain in the sun throwing stones with Nu Nu Shan Mao Mao Dong Dong's little leopard loach doll. I have always been happy that my childhood was spent in military dependents’ villages, the non-stop cracking of the screen door, the clay fight on the small train track at noon, and the drowsy noise of cicadas, so I have always I like the story of Meigang City. When I think of the quiet and lazy town streets in the south in summer, I am the stubborn and curious Sige, and Xiaosan is my brother Jim who makes me everywhere.I also love Li Bing's Mill Past Events, Lin Haiyin's Chengnan Past Events and Dad's Crying Process.Every morning I take a piece of toast to the small tile wall in the backyard to deal with the ants. I tore the bread and sprinkled it on the ground, watching the whiskers dancing on their heads, I am also happy with them laughed.Sometimes when I get tired of watching, I help them move it, thinking that I can be as great as my heavenly father.Lin Haiyin squatted in the winter garden wearing thick cotton trousers, watching the ugly camels chewing hay slowly, it was eternity.The process of crying made me suck my frozen nose, shrink my neck, and rub my hands together. The world is really melancholy, with the smoothness of bluestone roads and the bleakness of early autumn in Siberia. When you're lucky, you can find a good, strong trunk, a jumping tree, I love empty feet, I live in that tall tree house with my dear brother Jim, and I never worry about what the summer will be like If I doze off, the caterpillar can wake me up, or the slave is barking at the little cricket. At the beginning of the first year of high school, we didn't quite know how big the school's sphere of influence was, so we went to Dongfang Bookstores all day long and read Arsen Robin and Sherlock Holmes for the nth time.The old Dachang next door will serve a furnace of hot croissants at 2:30, and we will always be the first customers, eating two or three each, watching the strange rock city on the Brittany peninsula while eating.Later, I read France in geography and read about the Brittany peninsula, which is rich in pastures and rich in beef cattle.Those days are truly eternity. Another high school art class extracurricular sketching.Juer, Xiaojing, and Deng Shusheng and I went to the park number and Lao Dachang.The four of us sat side by side in the warm winter sun in the new park. Little purple flowers of unknown names fell all over the ground, as if we were dreaming. We were in Beijing, and the colorful little purple flowers were lantana flowers on the horseshoe Dada Qingshi road. . That day, the four of us all brought a blank sheet of paper back to school, and our stomachs were filled with sour plum soup, croissants, Dongfeng.We have a beautiful and immortal painting in our hearts. When I woke up, everything was quiet, I hurried upstairs and downstairs, but no one was there, the sun was shining brightly, but I felt shivering, thinking about Uncle Li's dream.I am afraid of the dark, I am afraid of being in a mess, but I am even more afraid of an empty house in broad daylight, that is illusion. In my sophomore year of high school, I went home from watching an evening movie alone, and it was cold and drizzle on a winter night.After ringing the bell for a long time, no one answered the door. I thought that my father, mother, and younger sister had gone to the National Arts Center to watch Pingju dramas, but when it was twelve o'clock, they felt something was wrong. They had somehow died on the other side of the door. home, and then seventeen years of my dear life was just a dream, I thought maybe I would kill myself, years later, people would talk about our family like a shining comet, I sat on the wet porch Weeping and calling Nunu, Nunu also responded to me in the yard through the door.I cried and wanted to ask Heavenly Father, what would I do with my orphan and Nunu Dandong Dongdong cubs.I kept crying until the taxi my father and mother were riding in stopped in front of me, and the lights of the car were so bright that I couldn't open it. Then I closed my eyes and laughed and cried loudly. At this moment, I hurriedly called the cats and dogs who were basking in the sun in the yard into the house, and sat on the sofa with me, which made me feel more at ease.Opening the newspaper, I realized that today is the day of the entrance exam for high school. My father, mother, and older sister probably accompanied my sister to the exam.At this moment, I want to quickly pray, and may the Heavenly Father allow my sister to achieve results according to her own strength.However, after thinking about it, she felt that it was wrong. If she really relied on her strength, she might not be able to go to the first three schools, so she might as well pray to the heavenly father to make her a little bit luckier. At noon, I was getting food, and I received a call from my elder brother. He is currently on vacation in Taipei. In the evening, a friend held a dance for him. He wanted to invite his little friend Xiao Xia to be his dance partner.Elder brother met when he participated in the sea combat camp last year. He has a tall, beautiful demeanor, gold-rimmed glasses, and looks like a player, but he lives a very real life, and he is also a child who grew up in a military dependent village. Everyone called him brother.He understands people and things, but he is not old. He is very mature, but he also has the childishness of a little boy.When the boat sailed in the early morning, he used a straw to fold a small star for me, and we stood at the stern to watch the sea.After getting out of the port, I found that the sea water was not as blue as people described, it was a thick iron gray, and only the place where the boat just passed was blown into a piece of emerald green.Elder brother talked about Qiong Yao's serialized novel Waves, God, that is really an unbearable topic, but when said by the romantic elder brother, it can make people listen seriously.Listening to it, I still couldn't help stabbing him, but Elder Brother didn't care, and shrugged slowly: Anyway, I will grow up!Really irresponsible and true words.He is three or four years older than me, but now I am like a sister taking care of a naughty child. I categorically refused to go to the dance, and I don't know why I was so resolute.Maybe it reminds me of K. K also met at sea, because for six days on the ship he always wore a sweatshirt with a big K, that's what Joe and I called him.Last summer, after playing two hole sixes with Joe in a daze, I realized that except for the two of us who are from the north, the rest of the students in that period were all from the south-central region, so naturally they always asked us some things curiously. .Once I was leaning against the side of the boat rail watching the dusk, K came over and immediately asked: I heard that you northern girls are very happy.Knowing that he is also from Shandong, I couldn't help but softly replied: How should I say?I heard that many of your girls go to school with big bellies!Seeing him speak so confidently, my confidence has dropped a bit: Is that so?I don't think so, as far as I know there isn't.He tilted his head: Don't lie to me, I don't believe it.What he said was so decisive, I couldn't help being stunned, I was busy, it seemed that the responsibility for the chastity of all the girls in the north fell on me, I thought I should argue viciously, but the setting sun was dizzy from the sea water, The sky was slightly crimson, and there were some sunset shadows, so I staggered across the deck and went back to the cabin. At this moment, I want to revive my sense of responsibility from a year ago, and I am going to explain some truths to my elder brother. My elder brother only smiled lightly, and said: I know you are busy with your homework, it’s okay, you will finish the entrance exam another day, When I grow up, I'll be with my elder brother again. Put down the phone.Disappointed, I don't know if it's because I didn't express my opinion.Thinking about it, I feel that I am having fun, is it good or chaste if I don’t go to the prom?Yeah?These are all tiring things to think about, I don't care about them, I just want to think about what my brother said at the end of each letter, I wish Xiaoxia naughty! Waking up from the dream early in the morning, panicked, really scary.I am a little wandering urchin wearing a tattered French hat askew, in a place, I think it is France, in the warm colors in Miller's Gleaner paintings, but it is not golden yellow, but orange red, one diameter Orange, the lush trees are red, the land and farmhouses are red, and the sky is also red.I stood on the small cross road, not knowing where to go.Later, some landowners came after me, because I ate blackberries from their wild fields. I ran like a chamois, jumping over many red bushes.Finally, I ran to the side of a lush green road and woke up when I saw the sea and the bright sunshine. In the morning, I went to worship with my father, mother, and sister. Elder Kou Shiyuan talked about the true freedom from sin. After listening to it, we sang a hymn. The mountain can be moved. We sang: Mountains can be moved, hills can be moved, But God loves people so much, it will never be easier; He has removed transgression from me as far as the east is from the west, His mercy is upon me, as high as the sky is from the earth. A bruised reed He never breaks. He will never blow out the dying lamp; Of the sparrows flying in the sky, one does not forget, The little flowers growing in the wild are so beautifully decorated. The sun shines on the good and on the wicked, Gives rain to the righteous as well as to the unjust; This love is long and wide and high and deep, and treats everyone equally, I hope that all people will be saved, and I can't bear to perish. While listening to the singing, I couldn't help raising my head and smiling at my heavenly father, and I finally came back. When I was very young, I learned many spells from various countries from a book, and I always read them for fun when I had nothing to do.In the end, I only remembered one sentence, it was from Tibet, read it like this, Kemmani Bado Miefum.When I encountered trouble, I would read it three times. At this time, the heavenly father became a Tibetan, wearing a long robe with one shoulder exposed, and still had a long beard. He stood on the high and windy Qingkang-Tibet Plateau, He is not afraid of the cold, and I speak Tibetan with him. During the first outing in the first year of high school, I met Shan Hu. He is a very standard modern youth, who looks a lot like Hu Shizhi, steady and good-looking.He talked with me about religion and the birth of Jesus, and then I realized that I was so naive all along, that I believed in such an invisible and unreasonable thing, so unscientific. What is the difference between the peasants and foolish women who worship incense all day long?I couldn't help adding a few words: You know, although I am a Christian, I only understand that truth and don't believe it too much.Now Shanhu said yes, so I felt relieved, not afraid that he would laugh at me for being out of date. When I was in junior high school, it was the puberty with the most inexplicable emotions. I criticized my parents in my diary all day long, and I would always offend them in person. Seeing them sad made me sad too.Similarly, for the past two years, I have criticized Heavenly Father every day. The cat’s words are invulnerable to me, and I feel sad when she is very angry and speechless.But every night when I turned off the bedside lamp, I still pulled up the covers and said goodnight to Heavenly Father.One night I suddenly burst into laughter, Heavenly Father, my Father!He was wearing a white robe with a beard, and was sitting on the wooden fence with a cane, looking at me. I flew towards him from afar from the grassland. Later I wrote a novel about a child of the Heavenly Father. He thought he was lonely and wandering. He didn’t know that the Heavenly Father was watching over him all the time, but one day he was as surprised as a little shrimp and laughed.Thus was written the days on the ark.The days on the ark were turbulent and lonely, but the Father walked with them.And one day, the pigeon will bring back a green olive leaf, Noah's father said, we have landed!Then the Father said to us: Be fruitful and multiply, fill the earth, and prosper on it.Heavenly Father has set up a rainbow with us as a record of the eternal covenant.But Coral has never seen a rainbow, and neither have many people. They only believe what they have seen, and they know that they are also children of Heavenly Father.This is what I want to pray for them. When I got up early in the morning, under the golden sunshine, I excitedly ran to Nanchang Street to find a cram school.I searched according to the teachers that Juer had told me, and found that either the homework was too heavy or the price was too expensive.I have never had any idea about tutoring, so now I can only hang out on the street.After a while, I saw Teacher Jiang's tutoring class. I knew that Xiao Jing had made up for her there, but everything Xiao Jing did was good, so I went upstairs.After seeing Mr. Jiang, I decided to make it up, regardless of the details he was talking about.He looks like a mistress, like the mistress who always guarded me in a corner when I was a child. Even in the matter of tutoring mathematics, I also need the sense of stability of a boy named mistress. In the evening, the epiphyllum bloomed in the yard, and there were five fragrant flowers.My dad and I asked for a flashlight to enjoy.What a beauty under the moon!Each flower has its own appearance. Look at them, they are thousands of years old, and my father and I sip wine. We must be in the Song Dynasty. Dongpo is singing and dancing to clarify the shadows. I have a deep impression of Epiphyllum. When I was very young, I lived in my grandfather’s house. In the middle of the night, I was woken up from the bed by my grandmother. The sleepy grandmother put on a small vest at the mercy of my grandmother, and then staggered downstairs. Watching Epiphyllum under the flower shed by the pool.Grandpa has probably been waiting there with a flashlight for a long time. At this time, he will tell me about Epiphyllum in a rare and gentle tone.I always listened tremblingly, and when I saw the flower as big as my head, I couldn't help but wake up and stand upright. Grandpa is a typical entrepreneurial man in the western pioneers of the United States. He opened a hospital at home. He is famous for being cruel to patients. No one in the town is not afraid of him.But his grandma is not the case. Grandma is a young lady who has never experienced any hardships since she was a child and became a woman. So grandpa still calls her girl, but grandma can't bear it. She has thin red lips and a pointed chin. Her clothes are a little more expensive than my little dress.When I got up early in the morning, I accompanied her to watch the dewdrops in the garden, and she asked me: Ah Xin likes her mother's house or grandma's house?I rolled my eyes and replied, of course it was my grandma's house.Grandma always smiled and called me a villain, and then took me to the bedroom upstairs. There were so many pastries in the cabinet.Grandma always said in front of the crowd that the villain is as good as he is, and I discovered that adults still laugh silly when they know they are being deceived. When I was just learning to speak, my sister rushed over again.My mother, who was only 24 years old, couldn't take care of the three of us for a while, so she sent me to my grandfather's house, so the few simple Mandarin words I had just learned died young.I learned Hakka from Alan, a servant of my grandfather’s house, and sat under the stove with her and sang Hakka nursery rhymes. I am the only third generation of grandma, so everyone treats me as a toy.They call me Spiderheart because my eyes are bony and round.And because I always walk with my limbs swaying, I don’t wear mop boards, and I’m small, before people see me, I appear quietly, like a spider walking on a wall like that.Grandma asked me if I wanted to go back to my mother's house, I shook my head, and then grandma hung the necklace of colorful glass beads on her forehead on me.I love to go up the stairs in my mop, and when I take a step, the beads are dragged on the ground. My little mop always makes them squeak and squeak. I like to see them shatter more colorfully. Grandma doesn’t care about me, she doesn’t care about anything. by me.Sometimes I was tired after playing for a day, and sat on the small porch dozing off all over in pitch black. Grandma would call me Little Wild Ghost, and then put her arms around me and sat on the rattan chair without caring about being dirty, patting me with a fan , Tell me, I don’t have parents, and I burst out of the big rock on the high mountain.I didn't worry about my own life experience, just listened quietly in a drowsy way, the wood fire in the kitchen stove was crackling, the sparrows were chirping under the eaves at dusk, I heard my grandfather leading the wolf dog Shasha. The sound of the small gravel road in the garden, I raised my face from my grandmother's arms and said to her: Salsa. Alan likes to take me out to visit at night, from one end of the long town to the other.Grandpa's family is a famous family in the town, and I am obedient, and people love to manipulate me, asking me to show them a smile, and I have a dimple on my cheek.What they love most is still asking me: Where is Yi from?I am always used to answer: Changshanzi.Then they laughed together, and the lights dimmed, and the night was endless. Alan wanted to see anyone, she took me to the room of the seriously ill, it was really a dark place, the urinal in the corner was so disgusting, the woman was lying on the dark old sleeping bed Talking to Alan, Alan always cried confusedly, shaking his head: I am wronged, I am wronged.I often yawn tiredly, those endless nights blurred by tears are really quiet and weird, and I am the naked little angel on the Christmas card my uncle gave me, wearing a small halo, spreading my wings in the air, high High ones, watching the endless life and death on the old sleeping bed. I didn’t go back to our house until my sister could walk. I was struggling to learn Mandarin. I tilted my head to look at my mother who was combing her hair in the mirror and said: Mommy, your hair is so black.My mother corrected me with a smile, and I hid behind the big wardrobe in shame.When I entered elementary school, the teacher chose me as the class monitor. I was very vicious and beat the boys with a bamboo all day long. They were also afraid of me. After school, I sat in the square and waited for the bus to pick up my father. I said to my father: "Hua Xiao ㄌ ㄣ.My front teeth are under the bed, and my speech is always leaking, but I always write very well when I write in the Mandarin book. I write like this, ㄒ一ㄠ'ㄖㄣ.After dinner, my father would draw villains on the small blackboard, and my mother, sister and little sister and I sat in rows on the small bench and laughed like crazy.The villain is composed of a circle and five straight lines. It can do various actions, such as scratching, dancing, patting, and kissing with the villain. When the epiphyllum blooms, the years become so distant, my father sips wine, and his hair is silver and white.On that rainy summer afternoon, my dad and I squatted by the small ditch to release the paper boat. At that time, my dad had jet-black hair, but I always believed that the little paper boat would eventually sail into the vast and boundless ocean. to go. The school started tutoring classes today, and it was also my first day as a new squad leader. I got up late in the morning, and hurried past Jieshou Park, thinking, how come I haven’t had a good sleep in my whole life!The day is about to begin again.But carrying a schoolbag, dragging old leather shoes and striding along the Jieshou Road where the cicadas are buzzing, the days are still good. Before entering the school gate, I saw Ju'er waiting there far away, tilting her head and smiling evilly, with a narrow look, and I could get some clues after looking around.Sure enough, the school announced the make-up exam list, and there was a certain person's name on it, and I also laughed when I saw it. I have been in the school for two years, and my name has not been on any bulletin boards. ah!Zhang Ailing language. There is good news, Xiaojing has been transferred back to the social group, and has returned to the class.Ju'er and I were so excited, the days of lovesickness between the two places are over, we both love the days of threesomes. On the first day of class, everything was not settled, and we temporarily joined the same classroom as the regular class for math class.Mr. Mathematics is a well-known veteran of the school, and his words are indeed extraordinary. At the moment, others are analyzing the math test questions of the college entrance examination on the podium. Everyone is crowded and stretched their necks to listen attentively. I don’t have a seat, so I stand behind and look carefully One of the people in this room felt that he was really an outsider. The Orange, Xiaojing, Carlo, and Deng, the cat that I knew well, didn’t seem to know each other. Maybe they were all really high school seniors, and the one facing me might be a make-up exam. I'm just an undecided number of repetitions.If you don’t make a show, it’s a blockbuster. I don’t appreciate this kind of person very much. This kind of person will make people feel sinister and petty, but I like the best things in the world, and I like to be the best person in the world.At the moment I am the monitor of the class, but what I think of is that I am also the last one in the class, and they may have to re-elect a monitor in a few days. After class at noon, I went to the back of the school to eat ice, and I still went to the ice shop where I could pour as much red on the ice as I wanted.I haven't seen each other for half a month, and everyone seems to have the same expression. The little ghost said that I was sloppy and looked like a senior high school student. I grinned at her. The sky is blue, my favorite weather, our group of seventeen year old girl sitting in the cool shade of this sunny day.我又捏著冰玩將起來，不管鄧又要說我發瘋了。今天本是沒風的。我總記得去年冬天的埔心露營，我和橘兒、小靜凍了一夜，第二天中午三人各裹條軍毯跑到山坡上的草地上躺著曬太陽。我們把大衣帽子拉到眼睛上，身上暖酥酥的，營地的擴音機正播著懶懶的情調音樂，附近有男孩女孩嘻笑玩鬧的聲音，此刻我覺得一睜開眼，就會看到迎風招搖的大王椰，橘兒在毛毯下夢囈一般的喃喃道，你看我們像不像在夏威夷的威奇奇海灘上。ah!青春真是無限靜好。 下午去南昌街補習。這是平生第一遭，我又剛看過一篇關於補習班內幕的文章，所以在樓梯口直嚥了好半天的口水。 一進教室，正在考試中的同學都紛紛抬起頭來，此刻真覺得身上的制服好重。我已經晚了幾次，他們約是在考上周講的。蔣老師遞了張考卷給我，看看真呆住了，一個個六邊形，然後是一堆堆符號，我想約莫是這學期常常聽到的賽因扣賽因罷。正糗著，卻瞥見蔣老師站定在我跟前，似乎要等著看我表演，我曉得的，穿上這身制服的女孩都當是出手不凡，此刻我也只好硬著頭皮誇張的打開書包，拿出鉛筆盒，打開，準備好了紅筆藍筆，關上，再找把尺，幾張計算紙，是一副準備大顯身手的模樣，自己都暗自好笑。磨了半天，從考卷頭打量到卷尾，再從卷尾回溯到卷首，依然是下不了手，蔣老師也依然站在我跟前，不過這會兒他發話了：喲，我們的新同學怎麼一題都不會呀！Alas!君子不以小道試之，君子不以小道試之念著念著，臉頰還是火辣辣的滾燙起來了。 三個半鐘頭，卻也一點都不覺得長，原來賽因扣賽因也不是個如何了不得的傢伙。進補習班的時候，艷陽高照，出來時也一樣，只是天候涼得多，馬路上將乾未乾的，約是剛剛下過一場大雨吧。有點恍如隔世的感覺呢，但是此刻心中卻滿滿的。 爸爸去清大帶這一期的暑期文藝營了，又留媽媽一人獨守空閨。吃過晚飯，拿起吉他和妹妹很有默契的先從聖詩唱起，唱完了，兩人就捏起嗓子，鬼腔鬼調的吼著熱門音樂，讓媽媽一人笑倒在沙發上：討厭討厭有時媽媽真像我們的小妹妹。 我愛爸爸媽媽都在時的家，但是我也愛爸爸不在時的家，那會讓我覺得自己是個男孩兒，一隻手頂著家，一隻手安頓好家中的事情，再逗媽媽笑，笑得跟爸爸在家時一樣的快樂。我總很喜歡家庭中的老二，不光是因為偏愛小婦人書中的老二，喬。而更重要的，老二是個古怪聰明的傢伙，他頂會罵人發脾氣，但是最護家的也是他，他會在冷冷清清的星期日下午，一人坐在寂靜的屋中發誓，我要一輩子守住這個家，我要讓家中的每一個人都過得好好的。雖然他也有自憐的時候，世上沒有人瞭解我的用心，世界何其大，但沒有我可容身之處。他會哭，然後擦乾眼淚，自覺像個悲劇的英雄。 想想去年這時候我最大的心願是什麼？戴大草帽騎單車，穿大圓裙跳卡羅索。What now?大夥兒一起去士林大吃一頓，動物園逛逛，再走長長的中山北路，看我們的綠楓樹，在滿天通紅的晚霞裡。跟姊姊說，她答，你返璞歸真了。想了好久好久，真的嗎？Really? 放學坐欣欣26，車過羅斯福路，又想到小童，奇怪每次經過這兒，總就會想到他，曾往路邊每一個行人身上找他的影子。可是公館一過，就什麼都沒有了。夏天才剛剛開始呀！怎麼我卻覺得什麼都沒了呢？是不是因為這個夏天我要只想數學補考，只想考大學，不去梨山幫叔叔摘蘋果了。我是最喜歡夏天的，夏天是個叫人縱情的時候，可是喬、貓咪，卻愈來愈模糊了，雖然我依然天天在光復樓看見她們，但是總不一樣，不一樣了。 中午放學的時候，鬼使神差的和貓咪走一起。走出光復樓，看到嫩綠的樹正在風中嘩嘩的刷著陽光，我指給貓咪看，貓咪說：我看過了，這樹一年是要落兩次葉子的。貓咪，我多想哭呀！我以為妳永遠不會再去注意窗外的世界，我們的樹、我們的天空、我們的往日情懷窗口，可是轉過頭去看看你，妳還是那種理智冷靜得叫人不敢唐突的樣子。妳發覺我在看妳，就揚起睫毛問我：妳妳的補考準備得怎樣？貓咪，不管怎麼樣，我永遠不忘記這時妳大大褐色的眼睛曾在陽光中閃過一絲什麼，但是我一定守信，我會努力快快長大，可是有時請你們等等我，等等我，在我沒能長大前，請待我像個你幼稚可憐的小妹妹，我怕黑，更怕陌生冷然的世界。貓咪。 天陰陰的，起晚了，狠狠心，做個阿爾薩斯的小男童，最後一課裡那個愛陽光不愛背動靜詞的逃學男孩。 先背著書包在中山南路上小盪一番，想起早飯還沒吃，就盪到店裡買麵包。找錢的時候，乍一看到櫥窗裡拿破崙派上映著的自己的黃學號，不禁嚇了一大跳，高二冬天的日子好像又回來了。那陣子不知怎麼的，常常下意識就愛磨，一早從暖被窩到刷牙洗臉到車站，已經八九點了，怕媽媽知道我逃學，就只好硬著頭皮在外頭盪。盪盪人也迷糊了，功課不管了不說，別的書也不想看了，家也不回，只是一遍又一遍的街上盪，看到櫥窗裡自己的影子又恨，可是真的不知道要怎麼才好，每天渾噩的活著，我真恨生活！然而看起來我依然活得怡然自得。總得改變一下，總得。 下午一人抱著史努比看傳記文學。看著累了，就看電視上做蛋糕，戚風蛋糕，要用很多雞蛋，只要蛋清不要蛋黃。是那種冷清的下午，我最怕的。 一向討厭自憐的人，可是最近自己有些這個傾向了，真是叫人不能忍受！常常一人胡想，愈想愈覺著委屈，很多事，然後會哭呢，哭，哭，哭，真不知中了什麼邪。 傍晚，帶著狗兒們上後山丘上看晚霞，看看卻颳起了溫吞風，五月天裡老催人打瞌睡的溫吞風，夏天過了的呀！好不可怕。 愈來愈怕人了，怕和我成天嬉笑如常的人說是我虛偽的人。午夜夢迴，怕我生在一個吃人的世界，怎麼身邊的朋友都不見了呢？真是件荒涼的事！ 胃又痛了。趴在床上緊緊的壓著，大概是這幾天中飯沒正經吃，盡吃冰，胃癌怎麼好？也沒關係，那會死得跟我親親愛愛的拿破崙一樣。 晚上正躺在床上睡昏死，宜陽和小瀚來了。高三了，大家都無精打采多了。聊聊一晚上，我問起毛毛，聽說毛毛也要開始備戰了，毛毛也是我們的好朋友，他寫得一手鬆鬆散散叫人迷惘的好小說，可是讀的是一點兒都不像他該讀的甲組。 每回四人一淘時，我和他總一國，因為我們倆都是Ｂ型，同文同種，理當的。然而我是真喜歡與他一塊兒的，人會變得好小好小，五六歲的，兩人排排坐在門廊口，我握一朵黃雛菊，著綠色的點點背心裙，毛毛則唱著一首小孩兒歌，剛從媽媽口裡學來的。 今天我依然坐在小板凳上，我得微仰些頭看他們，燈光裡，他們真是偉大。我捧著胃，真要痛死了，死了，軟軟的死在地上，死在泥土裡了。可是，可是他們怎麼短短時間就坐得那樣高高挺挺的，沒等我拍淨身上的塵土站起來。我該去哪兒？我該怎麼辦才好？ 臨走時候，我送他們到車站。穿一件我最喜歡的紅白格格娃娃裝，滿心肅穆的走著，真覺得風瀟瀟兮易水寒我們三人緊緊的打個小拇指勾勾，還用大拇指印了章，三人要好好讀書，好好考，誰也不要把頭輸給誰，下次再見面時，是要聯考完以後了，那該是個長長慵懶夏天的開始，可是我真乏了，想不及那麼多。 打個大呵欠，淚水朦朧中看著他們上公車，我揮了揮手道再見，回身慢慢走。仰起頭，路燈是個七彩炫人的光團，然而這真是一個累人的世界。 今天我們終於要上山看爺爺去了。 我看過爺爺的書，卻還沒有見過爺爺的人，不過那該是不打緊的。讀爺爺的書，只覺得天地都與你平起平坐起來，長江黃河在我的血脈中砰砰的跳，而我又要臨風一飛，飛到那高高的天山上，南山烈烈，飄風弗弗，中國啊中國！ 華岡的風好大好大，爺爺堅持要送我們到車站。走著走著，天氣涼涼乾乾，山下台北盆地的燈火閃閃爍爍的，我們回身向爺爺揮手道別，爺爺的長袍飄得一天都是，我不禁抽了口氣，正是眾裡尋他千百度，驀然回首，那人卻在燈火闌珊處。所以除了小三，我要把這句給爺爺。是的，爺爺談了一個晚上的中國，世界，乃至下一個冰河期，我都要理不過來了，只好嘩的一聲打開車窗，一股股涼風灌進來，我是一心一意的想乘著大大的風飛起來，像逍遙遊那隻大鵬鳥，怒而飛，翼若垂天之雲，搏扶搖羊角而上者九萬里，絕雲氣，負青天 八月的天，卻像是秋天了，天空寶藍得乾乾淨淨，這種天候原總要讓我想到漢唐，想到東坡，總要讓我憧憬和一個男孩走在風中走在月亮中。可是這會兒，我更想找一個我心愛的男孩，對他說：反攻大陸以後，我再嫁給你好嗎？亂世歲月後，我再脫去一身戎裝，穿件很漂亮很漂亮的女孩兒衣服，中國啊中國！ 要補考了，雖然橘兒盯了我一個月，可是我還是迷迷糊糊的沒什麼概念，考就考罷。 班上只有我和小麗補考，都是數學，這也原是意料中的事，因為每回月考正好都和小麗當鄰居，兩人可也找到同病相憐的夥伴了。小麗一張短短圓圓的臉，柔柔很女孩的性子，瘦瘦的身子，有人說她是孤芳自賞，也有人說她是空谷幽蘭，不管怎麼樣，我很喜歡她，尤其喜歡小高一時她那種頭髮乖乖旁分，青青澀澀的模樣。小麗愛看小說，文學程度滿好，每每數學考試堂上，就我們最無聊，轉轉筆，看看窗外，打個照面，再苦笑一下。 一直不覺得補考是件如何的事，但是今天去考，看別人那種嬉笑作弊的模樣，我竟好羞恥的想，自己怎麼會，怎麼會淪落到這種地步呢？考完小麗也很激動的跑來反覆的對我說：我覺得根本不是屬於她們這群的！根本不是！我們快快的離開考場，敬學堂二○一，我們高一時候的教室，窗外有棵搖啊搖的楓香，在大風雨中。 橘兒和小靜在走廊等我，看了她們焦急的神色，只覺得好抱歉，卻怎麼都找不到話說，心底涼涼的。 老大昌？橘兒首先發難，我和小靜也不說話。好久沒吃老大昌的熱牛角麵包了，亞森羅蘋、布列塔尼半島。自從去年夏天老大昌麵包和公園號的酸梅湯都漲價後，我們就發過誓，再也不去了。真的，那是一種好難過惆悵的感覺，不是指錢的問題，而是，而是就好像你一向以為的好朋友突然不認你了一樣。一年了，沒想到三個意志一向不堅定的Ｂ型鬼居然也熬過來了，還不忘記去年我們發誓時，還開玩笑唱了兩句歌I can't live if living is without you！I can't live if living is without you！ 大概是西北雨罷，雨珠大顆大顆的，還隱隱有些雷聲，我們三人跑在總統府前的大廣場上，我不禁哼起了Laughter in the rain，貝斯鼓聲砰砰的敲到人心裡頭去了，那是大雨打在夏天芭蕉葉上的聲音。小童，小童。雨是愈來愈大，我眼睛都睜不開了。 三人濕淋淋的走在重慶南路上，誰也沒說話。四點才出熱麵包？真鬼它的頭！今天真是個叫人滄桑的日子，才一年呀，怎麼一切都人事全非了。老遠還沒走近那家藝品店，我們就不禁很有默契的笑了笑。重慶南路的木頭人，這是我給數學老師取的外號，這家藝品店門口立著一尊木雕像，是一個裸體的非洲女人，特別誇張突出的額頭、下巴、胸脯和肚子，構成了一個很有意思的曲線。數學老師也有個很大很邋遢的肚子，高一才開學時，我們還高興可以沾數學老師的光等個產假，沒想到過了一年半載，她的肚子還是原封不動，雖然如此，她長得還是很好看的，尤其上半身，所以我們最喜歡看她站在講桌後頭的時候，削削的肩，細細的腰身，紅樓夢中描述寶釵的猿背蜂腰，不過她是最常側身站著講課，肚子挺得高高的，腿也彎彎，整個人像一把弓，喬說像是函數拋物線。 每每我們經過這個木頭人，總要向她道聲老師再見。這會兒也不例外，道過再見後又覺得悵悵然的。木頭人教了我們高一高二，現在說分手就分手，怎麼好像也沒個了結。我想到最近數學堂上同學們引頸看新數學先生的專注模樣，不知她們會不曾偶爾想念木頭人，想念她從來都一絲不苟絕口不提數學課外的事。其實她很年輕，長我們不了幾歲，一回我們央她聊些別的事，她紅了半天臉，然後訥訥的說她家的傭人又走了，這幾天忙得什麼似的，小孩也沒人帶，一時氣氛怪怪的，大家不好笑又不好繼續鬧，也不知怎麼就下課了。以後每回我們不想上課鬧她聊天時，她總說傭人如何如何，小孩如何如何，我們聽著亦安然。高一下學期，一回上課好半天了她才匆匆趕來，我們敬完禮坐下後，她氣喘吁吁的說：對不起！我的傭人走了。貓咪接過話，頓時全班哄堂大笑，笑了好久好久。我多愛貓咪，也多愛木頭人，雖然偶爾煩起來的時候，我也會喊喊，木頭人誤我！但是我還是常常想念她的，很多年很多年後，我會想起，在綠園，曾經有個好可愛好可愛的 妮娜颱風登陸，強烈的，好久沒有這種風雨中的溫馨感，一家人安安詳詳的窩在家裡，或許晚上還停電點蠟燭。 最近好會做夢，昨天又夢了好多，阿公替我配了四副軟性隱形眼鏡，可是都跟茶盤一般大，怎麼都戴不進眼睛裡去。後來有大地震，好可怕，因為台北地下有活動斷層。逃得好沒命，結果宜陽和小瀚來，正高興風雨故人來，可是他們竟開口問我有沒有船票，要給他們的妻子逃命。Dream! 喜歡半天的輔導課，上午很盡興的上完四堂課，中午大夥兒笑笑鬧鬧的到學校後頭吃竹山地瓜冰，灑很多紅紅的，聊聊天，大風大太陽中，光復樓中小憩一番，然後看一下午的書，有時還做做數學講義呢。有時一場西北雨後，外交部對面的賓館後頭就會慢慢升起一圈大彩虹，最後橫過空中了，這會兒我才知道彩虹本是個大圓圈，另外半圈永遠在天那邊。我想到宜陽告訴我的話：一個再大再漂亮的彩虹也沒有一顆露珠的飽滿完美。但是不管怎麼說，我是寧願當那人人仰起頭都看得見的綺麗彩虹的。 我總是讀到總統府降旗的軍樂聲響完後才回家，在暮色蒼茫中慢慢走過總統府，憲兵們正在換班，整齊又漂亮，然後我要為中華民國所有的好軍人向天父禱告。日子，真好！ 每天黃昏開六點這班47路的都是一個好年輕的司機，我常常坐包廂，有事沒事都看他開車，那真是一件叫人肅然的事，我是說，他那種認真鄭重的模樣，總讓我相信他是在做一樁很偉大的事。臨下車時，我寫了一張小卡片遞給他，告訴他，我好喜歡你的敬業精神，但願你永遠快樂。願天父保守天下每一個可愛的人。 晚上看電視長片浩劫餘生，講地球人類文明毀滅後的世界，我常喜歡發奇想或許上一個文明的主宰不是人類，而是現在某種普通的動物，所以我們苦苦的找尋百萬年前的人骨頭，想從其中發現些什麼是沒什麼用的，有時想得頭腦都昏昏的了。不過無論怎麼樣，我都愛翻開創世紀。起初，神創造天地。地是空虛混沌，淵面黑暗，神的靈運行在水面上。神稱光為晝，稱暗為夜，有晚上，有早晨，這是頭一日。神說，諸水之間要有 橘兒卡洛現在好用功，不能落人呀！一起加油，看鄧讀得很快樂，替她高興，倒是貓咪，成天都頹喪得很，不過不替她擔心，她有天父。 下午去補習，蔣老師今天說了好多，禪。我真是很喜歡聽他說話，很多說法對我來說都很新鮮，雖然其中有些不免偏激，卻是無論如何，又多知道世界上還有一種人。 晚上看試片，故夢，法國片，每一個取景都像浪漫派油畫的味道，可惜整部片子有些文勝於質。不過也許我們這一代的孩子都太早熟了，這該是個讓人浪漫不已的年齡，我們卻對任何事都要來反諷一番，甚至有些最真實的東西。我最喜歡片子的結尾，深秋的庭院，孩童們歡娛的笑鬧聲，真是夜深忽夢少年事，夢啼妝淚紅欄杆。有一點感想，美到了極點時，總帶有一份無常的可怕。 臨睡前躺在床上看陳星吟的花謝葉猶青，想到貓咪，想到喬，然後很多很多。月光又睡在我的腳頭了。 發覺我這個班長做得糊塗又糟糕，暑期輔導都過了一半，我還沒帶頭弄複習考，數學老師給的講義解答一張也沒貼，亂七八糟的都沒個下落了。我想到德意志，在那個國度，Ｂ型人是不能當到軍官以上的，我們是否也該來效法一番，Ｂ型人不能做班長，也不能當風紀股長，因為臉軟。我看活該Ｂ型只有當康樂或體育股長一途了。 班上醞釀要換英文老師已經很久了，其實英文老師很不錯，學問不說，教學態度是難得的熱忱又認真，他是不久前才由成功高中調來的，開口閉口總是貴校貴校，自尊心總又強得很，有些附中男孩的味兒，偏偏我們班又特別皮，有陣瘋起來打橋牌，就上課也在下頭one spade two heart的玩不完，弄得他紅著臉，一人悶聲不響的氣著。可是或許他的教法適合平時，而不是聯考當前的戰時，所以同學也只得狠下心要求換老師了，好可惜，人說好青年都被聯考給壓死了，殊不知好老師又何嘗不是呢？ 今天跟平班的班長去見校長，關於換英文老師的事。平班班長鄭是學校班聯會主席，很能幹的一個人，她同校長說起話來就像跟朋友聊天一樣的能侃侃自如，我卻覺得很緊張，能主持這樣一個大學校的人，畢竟還有她自己一種威嚴的。我記得一次結業典禮上，大家正興奮得鬧得不可開交，校長突然對著麥克風吼道：你們怎麼這樣不守婦道！頓時大家都愣住了。這會兒我才明白再愛孩子的父母也有罵道：怎麼教養出你這麼一個畜生！的時候。 校長沒答應，我和鄭出得門來，她也不沮喪，只是轉個眼睛又生一計，叫兩班同學回家找各個家長寫同意書再蓋章。但是班上不少同學反對，認為這樣做又太絕，尤其是鄧，我知道她一向喜歡英文老師。後來又有建議找汪汪的父親去同校長談，她父親是汪敬熙，噢，這樣的啊。也搞不清結局如何，總之，老師是換成了，然而我總記得英文老師上最後一堂課時的神情，第一次看他坐著上課，拿著課本念幾句，看看窗外，臉一紅，講些語無倫次的話，像喝醉了一樣，弄得大家好害怕。他原不是這樣的呀！他也不能這樣呀！ 教我們的四個男老師，國文和歷史先生是又高又壯，英文和化學老師則是短小精悍，我和鄧替他們兩人取了個外號，豆兒。爸爸的山東鄉話形容人能幹，這人能得像個豆兒。 豆兒來了！小鬼的位子在靠走廊的窗邊，她總替吵鬧成一團的我們把風。英文豆還是化學豆？然後死黨笑得東倒西歪。那樣的日子裡，快樂真是沒個完。社會組讀化學，真也是樂趣無窮，小考時候，老師，要不要抄題？want!工本費呢？三十分！一回做化學習題，化學老師人在台上講乏了，忽然興起叫同學上台寫，結果也驢，那同學興致一來，寫得滿黑板不可收拾。化學豆兒撫著下巴，面色凝重點著頭，指著黑板上千奇百怪的式子道：嗯，這其中有很深的涵義。 我尤其喜歡英文豆兒和化學豆兒的雄姿英發，看了他們，才明白為什麼古來英雄偉人總是矮個子的多。 下午正一人留在教室讀英文，別班的拿了一張我們班上手續還沒辦全的減免學雜費申請單，還差家長蓋章，看看，是鄧的，我就替她收下了。我知道鄧的父親是在市議會後對面的消防總局做事，就頂著太陽跑去找鄧的父親了。 我一直很怕鄧，不光是因為她是嚴肅的Ｏ型，而是她比貓咪對我的要求還嚴，我偷看過她寫心事的小記事本，回家寒心了一晚上，她把我看得竟比一個最最淺薄的偽君子還不如。可是日子過著，我還是喜歡她，她有一對睫毛長長，黑黑濛濛，長長飛飛的漂亮眼睛，我每每總央她把眼鏡摘下來，鄧，人家要看你的狐狸眼睛。她總是摀著臉笑，跺著腳躲我，這種時候我一點都不怕她。可是對我最有信心的也是她，有時天一陰，我就忍不住要胡言亂語，擔心世界，擔心國家，擔心自己前途，擔心數學，鄧卻是靜靜在一旁也不多話：不會這樣的，你一定行的。記憶中，只有姊姊對我一直有這樣執著的信心。 到消防總局時，鄧的父親才剛從消防車下來，一頭臉的汗水。我一直很喜歡鄧的父親，他那種正直和中國人有了家室後的嚴肅老成，常會讓我想到爸爸口中海那邊的爺爺、大伯父、二伯父。記得高一剛跟鄧認識時，我問到她父親是做什麼的時，她遲疑了一下：警察。Really!那他辦案子嗎？鄧也不說話。後來偷看到她記事本上的交戰，她講到一次遠遠看到市郊的火燒山林，她想到爸爸又在做著好危險的事，字裡行間，她是那麼熱愛和崇拜她的父親，可是也不知為什麼她又老沒法開口跟同學說爸爸的職業。闔上本子後，我也難過了好久，想到我一向最怕成長途中時時發現爸媽的大人也是有很多不大人的地方，我總好喜歡孩提時候對爸媽那種綿綿完全的孺慕，就像對天父一樣，我永遠不希望有發現他們跟我們一樣也同樣是人的時候，所以我一直不要長大。 回到學校，已經四點多了，看看書，吹吹風，看窗外的楓香的綠又深一層，想，夏天要過啦，但是卻不懊悔，因為這個夏天好滿好滿，不知道是因著什麼。我又好想寫那篇一直想著的小說，起頭一句一定是這樣，那年夏天，我才戀愛 是個大假日，橘兒帶了照相機，中