C2 (1/2)
This time I lived in junior high school. In fact, when I was in fourth grade, I knew that the ”tape” was a lie. She didn't even have a husband, so how could she have a child?
But before the fourth grade, they inculcated in me the idea that the child had crawled in through the leg of his pants when he was asleep.
To my surprise, I kept asking her why the child hadn't crawled into her stomach yet, and she explained it to me in all seriousness. The child was afraid that she would fart and refuse to come in.
Can you adults have any basic trust in children?
A child who grew up in such an environment could suffer a mental breakdown from having his three views overturned at any time, okay?
The only thing my parents didn't lie to me about was that Shuyue really was a good piano and a good painter.
I learned to play Liang Zhu and Swan Lake, and also learned to work like a bird.
Every time Shuyue went to a home tutor meeting, she would return with a school report filled with red words:
”Who does this kid look like? Why didn't you inherit your father's mind at all? When your father was in elementary school, he relied on mental arithmetic to add, subtract, multiply, and divide. ”
Fortunately, she wasn't my mother, so according to my mother's personality, she should have come over with a slap.
But I'm really not good at numbers. I'm extremely insensitive to numbers, but I'm very interested in words and pictures. According to Shuyue, my performance has determined that the right brain is more developed, so rather than letting me memorize all kinds of mathematical formulas, it is better to use my right brain's sensing system to train my observation and imagination, as well as to help my left brain's logic ability to be lacking.
The way Shuyue trained me was actually to play games.
The game was created by Shuyue DIY. It was a round box, a little like a moon cake box, but a lot bigger. It was empty.
On the lid of the box, there was a spiral shaped maze. In the middle of this maze, there was a hole.
Shuyue said that this game was called the ”Seven Maze Maze Path”.
The rules of this game were almost the same.
Shuyue placed a transparent ball in my hand, while the other colored balls were placed in any place in the maze by Shuyue.
The colored balls themselves could not be moved, and I needed to use the transparent balls to push the other colored balls, red, yellow, white, blue, and black, into the hole in the middle of the maze, as if I were playing a billiard.
The transparent ball can only push one colored ball at a time, and the order of entry into the hole cannot be wrong.
However, the maze was very complicated. Often, after pushing one ball, the other ball would be blocked, or they would accidentally push the two balls together. This could be considered as a loss.
In the beginning, Shuyue only placed a red ball and a yellow ball for me to push. It wasn't difficult as the IQ of the primary school students could easily push into the holes as well.
In the end, the white, blue and black balls were gradually added to the team. They had to be careful with every step of the way and couldn't win as long as there was even the slightest error in the route design.
The penalty for losing is not to watch a cartoon of a young girl warrior in Hong Kong.
As the propaganda committee member of the fourth grade class three who was leading the fashion trend in the class, if they didn't know what the beautiful young female soldiers broadcast yesterday, they wouldn't be able to create a topic in the role play during the lunch break.
Moreover (Forced) to play the night dress masked knight, Hou is handsome, really handsome.
Hou's handsomeness was my first love.
He used to call me back then, and he used to give me imported candy for his father and slip it into my hand.
So even if my IQ is limited, I'm going to burn the little universe to get through the maze.
After that, Shuyue placed all five colored balls into the maze, making it impossible for me to go through the maze for the next half a year.
On the last day before the winter break in the sixth grade, when the handsome, red-faced boy told me not to go away from school, I remembered coming home to solve the riddle and thanked him for not seeing me.
At the beginning of school he was successfully pried away by the captain's eyeglasses.
On the same day, the maze was opened.
My heart crumbled. If I had quickly walked through the maze, then I would have become a pair with Hou Yingjun. Perhaps my life would have changed.
But I'm not the bomb disposal expert in the movie who cuts off the bomb lead at the last second, or the fictional kid who manages to get away with it in the nick of time.
I am just a wild thinking, a little stutter, IQ catch urgent primary school students.
Back to the second grade summer vacation. One afternoon, Shuyue said that she would treat me to a McDonald's.
At that time, McDonald's and KFC were the birthday wishes of every primary school student, especially when there were only three McDonald's in the city and each one was queued for at least three hours.
Because every kid in front of you has to say,
Double beef giant, soy sauce onion with green melon, cheese lettuce with sesame seeds, everyone eats laugh!
As long as you can recite it in five seconds without making a mistake, you'll get a free Big Mac meal, and every primary school student will recite it. I practiced hard for a long time, but when I was nervous I stuttered.
”It's okay, I'll carry it.” Shuyue said calmly.
Then she took me on her bike to the new Mackenzie near the zoo.
I didn't know at the time that Gao Biao's future in China was getting more and more developed, but I was wondering why this McDonald's also referred to family barrels and spicy chicken fried rice.
Shuyue ordered a plate of Egg Fried Rice and also ordered a piece of hamburger for me.
The hamburger at the corner of his mouth suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
My intuition tells me that Shuyue isn't normal either.
She had made it clear to me that she didn't like McDonald's, that she used to eat too many American fast food in the United States, and she wanted to throw up when she smelled it.
The last time I took the initiative to eat KFC, I pretended to be her child, ran out of the street crying, hugged her by the thigh, and said, ”Mom, don't leave me, wuu,” and sang to scare off her pursuers by being the only one in the world.
This must not be a good thing either.
However, as a primary school student, I feel that even if I don't eat, I would feel sorry for my IQ, and I wouldn't be able to push the plot forward.
After eating, I rubbed my swollen belly. ”Tell me, what do you want me to do?”
”Brat, you've grown craftier the longer you grow,” Shuyue rolled her eyes at me and sighed.
Indeed, because I lived with her, my temperament became more and more similar to her. Furthermore, after I had grown up, I often lamented that I was not like my father who was taciturn, nor did I resemble my mother who was flamboyant. I was extremely similar to Shuyue.
Shuyue took out a stack of papers from her bag.