Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 13

My school building is an old and dilapidated Russian church. The extremely strong masonry structure is like a huge blockhouse, standing on a slowly rising slope. The strange appearance makes it difficult to tell whether it faces east or west from any position.

Two dark long trapezoidal square towers, like a pair of ridiculous big ears, are hanging on both ends of the building. I never know what practical use they have.

Out of a strong curiosity, my classmates and I once drilled into two big ears to explore the danger. As a result, we found nothing except soiling our clothes and smearing our face with dust.

On the front of the building, there is a tall double laminated wooden door directly leading to the roof. The paint on the door panel has already peeled off due to the wind, rain and sun for years, and the thick wood is exposed mottled. On the right side of the gate is a wide balcony, which is large enough to accommodate a class of students to play on it.

The iron balustrade of the balcony is carved with complicated, delicate and extremely exquisite patterns. Due to the long period of disrepair, the oil paint has already disappeared, but you can still see the exquisite workmanship of that year.

Entering the gate is a spacious and bright hall, whose lifting frame is more than 10 meters high. A huge chandelier is hung on the top of the dusty shed. A lamp with a strange shape becomes the most ideal target for naughty students to practice catapult. Pa Pa Pa Pa, mercilessly smashes it. As a result, only a light frame is left hanging all year round Hang up.

On the right side of the hall is a narrow mail room. From the low small window, you can see an old man, who looks like an ugly clay sculpture. He sits in that position all the year round. His stature is very small, and he is not even as tall as our first-year students. A high hump is erected on his back, which oppresses him to bow reluctantly The back of his back, with a terrible bald head.

The hunchback old man is cheerful and amiable. Although he looks extremely ugly, none of us is afraid of him.

“This hunchback is an old bachelor who has never played with a woman in his life!”

The naughty ghost grandmother cunt in the school put this sentence almost on the lips, and said to everyone: “his big cock is white long! Cut it and stir fry it. There is no woman to play with him. What’s the use of keeping it? ”

My grandmother cunt, who likes to play pranks, not only insults the poor old widower, but also teases him mercilessly and makes fun of him.

Granny cunt tore a piece of paper from the exercise book, and drew a big tortoise that was completely out of shape and looked like pie. Then, she smeared paste on the back of the paper. While the old widower bent his head to tidy up the newspaper, grandma Bi secretly stuck the paper on the old man’s towering peak back. Then, she spat out her tongue to the students and slipped away quietly 。

The old man who did not know anything about it was carrying a bundle of newspapers and delivering them to the teaching and research offices one by one. The paper with a big tortoise was followed by the old man in and out of each teaching and research office. The students gathered in the corridor were quite laughing. However, the Hunchback old man still did not know anything about it. He continued to bow the hump and carry pieces of paper, which was extremely funny Teaching and research section.

Seeing this, Mr. Dumu rushed forward, pulled off the piece of paper and threw it into the waste paper basket angrily: “who did it? Well, who is so immoral? It’s just so ridiculous.” although he is often humiliated by us, the hunchback old man never gets angry and endures it in silence. In this way, we do evil even more The style of drama is becoming worse and worse.

The students grasped the hunchback old man’s habit of taking a nap. After he fell asleep, they quietly slipped into the mail room and threw the dirty and broken black rubber shoes of the hunchback old man on the high windowsill.

The hunchback old man probably only has such a pair of shoes. Since I entered the school gate until I left here, this pair of small sailboat like big rubber shoes has always been on the big feet of the hunchback old man.

In the afternoon, the hunchback old man woke up and happily yawned. He stood up his back which could never be straightened.

Then, the hunchback old man moved his ugly body to get out of bed. However, he looked around and could not find his big rubber shoes.

There is no need to ask. The hunchback old man knows better than anyone that the big rubber shoes must have flown to the windowsill for no reason.

The little figure of the hunchback old man couldn’t reach the window sill at all. He had to carry a creaking broken chair with a pair of extremely big bare feet. Then, he climbed onto the chair, stretched out his long arm like an ape, took down the poor big rubber shoes and put them on the soles of his big feet in silence.

The West and north sides of the hall each have a red paint gate. The gate on the west side can lead directly to the top floor. The stairs are all made of wood and painted with heavy red paint. The curve of the handrail is extremely beautiful.

Upstairs is the music classroom. From the tall window fan of the classroom, you can see a thick steel bar pulling the iron chimney. Under the breeze blowing Buddha, accompanied by the beautiful piano sound, frequently and rhythmically sways with the wind, ah – what a musical wire rope!

Entering the north gate is a dark, narrow corridor, both sides of the corridor are classrooms.

From the end of the corridor, you can enter the basement of the building. The basement is the place where the boiler room and warehouse are located. It is gloomy and terrifying, like a hell.

Especially in winter, the sound of the boiler and the smoke all over the place add to the horror.

My classmates and I often bet who has the courage to travel around the smoky hell. The chip is a dazzling glass ball.

From this gate, you can also go straight to the top floor. On the west side of the top floor, there is an arched observation window. When class is over, I will pick up the top cloth in the corridor and put it on the observation window as a machine gun. Aiming at the students playing downstairs, I keep shouting.

Students are not willing to be outdone, have picked up the playground stones, rain like ground to throw to me.

Each classroom is quite spacious, the outer wall wall is more than half a meter thick. When the teacher is away, the naughty students will make faces in the tall and thick double windows.

The desks and chairs are different from other schools. Although they are dilapidated and some even shake around, they are exquisitely made. The table top is slightly tilted downward, which is more conducive to writing. The top of the table is straight, and there is a small circular depression, which is used to place pens and water bottles.

The floor of the classroom is covered with a thick red pine floor. Under the floor is a heating ditch. When the naughty students take advantage of the teacher’s carelessness, they sneak into the heating ditch, run to the next classroom, and go to another class to visit the door.

Due to the long history of the heating pipe, it can not be timely maintained. Either there is water leakage or there is air leakage. Every winter, the plumbers take care of this end, but not the other end. They are often in a hurry, sweating and happy.

Sometimes, in class, the heating pipe suddenly burst, and immediately ejected a stream of unstoppable steam.

All of a sudden, the whole classroom was filled with steam, and the students could not see each other clearly.

At this time, we were so happy and danced with joy that we ran away from our seats and ran and bumped around the room. One by one, it was like a calf who finally broke free from the reins and wantonly enjoyed herself. However, the angry teacher Du Mu broke her voice and no one paid attention to her. Finally, she had to pick up the textbook and leave 。

Today, this 100 year old antique has been mercilessly demolished by the land developers who are full of bronze. However, its unique shape is forever and forever engraved in my mind.

And the hunchback old man in the mailroom passed away peacefully after our teasing.

The north side of the school building is a wide and flat playground, which is our paradise. All the interesting games are going on happily here.

The playground is surrounded by poor quality cement board. Many places have been demolished artificially. The residents around think that the fence hinders their traffic, so they set up several convenient passageways in a very uncooperative way.

These scattered around the school, most of them have no legitimate occupation, their living environment and quality of life will not be enviable at all.

The houses are low and dilapidated, and many of them are crumbling.

Narrow and muddy alleys, winding back, irregularly crisscross, like a mess, more like a dirty labyrinth.

There is one thing that I have never been able to understand. In this small alley without a street lamp and cobweb, in the dark, how can the residents find their own house with the same shape and the same pattern.

There are not only no street lights, no running water and sewers. There are only a few water chambers with fixed water supply in the community of nuota, and all the domestic sewage is dumped into the water beside the road, which makes the road full of odor. Walking in the alley, I never dare to open my mouth for breath.

Domestic garbage is randomly discarded on the side of the road, and can not be timely clearance, thrown all over the ground, a piece of dirty things to see people want to vomit.

Sometimes the old man who picks up the rubbish will accidentally turn over a dead baby and throw it on the road with self admission of bad luck and swearing.

When the naughty students saw this, they played the dead baby as a football and ran around the playground. While running, they also called out: “come and see, come and see, which horse gave birth to this child!”

“Oh, it must have been Lou Lifeng’s mother!”

Grandma cunt said very definitely: “Lou Lifeng, her mother is a big Kang seller, no matter who, give a few cents can fuck her.”

Granny cunt is a total small lecher, perhaps from childhood by the bad living environment of bad influence, grandma cunt lust is both primitive, and exposed, and full of savage beast.

Whenever he saw Mr. Dumu, he secretly followed him behind him. He made a small circle with his thumb and index finger of his right hand and kept inserting it with the index finger of his left hand. At the same time, he pointed out his big tongue obstinately and made various grimaces to the male students who were also very lecherous and full of infinite fantasies about sex.

“Do you know the name of our teacher?”

Once, during the break, grandma cunt asked me mysteriously, and I said, “all wood!”

“No”

grandma cunt shook her head: “no, you can pull it down, I’ll tell you, what’s the name of our teacher…”

Grandma cunt one face wanton ground says to me: “our teacher surname Zhang!”

“No way!”

I doubt: “our teacher is Korean nationality, Korean nationality does not seem to have surname Zhang!”

“Yes, his surname is Zhang Kaifeng (sewing)”

I can’t understand.

“Our teacher’s husband, surnamed Wang,…”

“Come on, the teacher’s husband’s surname is park. My mother always calls him laopu, laopu!”

“No, it’s Wang. Ask Wang to stick it in!”

Granny cunt said, while pointing with her fingers the extremely obscene sexual act, I scolded in my heart: Damn, this bastard guy, so obscene, where did he learn these dirty things.

Most of the residents near the school do not have any legitimate occupation. It is most appropriate to give them the word “jobless vagrant”. My mother warned me that I should not cross the wall into the slums, let alone interact and play with the children in the slums.

My heart murmured: mother’s words are so contradictory that most of my classmates are children here. How can I avoid not associating with them and playing with them?

It seems hard to do.

Every recess, I would ignore my mother’s warning, follow the students behind, sneak into the slums from the gap in the wall, and play cards with the children there.

“Ha ha”

“hey hey”

“hee hee”

all of a sudden, behind me came the familiar laughter of the students. I looked up and saw grandma Bi and all the students gathered around the window of a broken bungalow, concentrating on peeping into the room while laughing in a low voice.

I don’t know what new fun grandma cunt found, so I stood up, put the glass ball covered with mud into my trouser pocket, and slipped into the crowd quietly.

I opened one after another students peeping into the room without blinking, and gradually crowded into the glass window of the bungalow. I stared at the room and looked at it. Wow, if I didn’t, I was stunned.

Boy, there is a blind couple in the room. They are all naked and taking a bath.

As a result of carelessness, they forgot to close the curtains. As a result, many students came to watch the Western scenery.

But the ridiculous blind couple in the room did not know anything about it. They scrubbed each other intimately. You rubbed my back and I scrubbed your waist. When I did, they teased each other. The blind man reached to the urine of the blind woman and stroked the thick black hair with a smiley face, while the blind woman chuckled and stretched out her hand Playing with men’s chickens.

Although the bell has been ringing for a long time, we have turned a deaf ear to it. We all seem to have been nailed to the dirty ground, motionless and staring at the glass window.

“Hello,”

a male student breathlessly turned over the cement board stick and yelled at us: “Hello, what are you doing? Why don’t you go back to the classroom after class? The teacher is angry and sent me to look for you. You can go back to class quickly!”

No one paid any attention to him. No student would move his steps and go back to the classroom. The male student sent by Mr. Dumu crowded into the crowd with a puzzled face. Seeing the ridiculous scene in front of him, he was also stunned and immediately nailed to death.

“Well, what are you doing?”

Another male student turned over the cement board staff, took the heavy responsibility of Mr. Dumu, and yelled at us: “what’s the matter? Why don’t you go back to class? The teacher asked me to come to you. Let’s go back to class

Like the first male student sent by Mr. Dumu, he was also pinned when he squeezed into the crowd.

“Good, good,” and “

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suddenly, there was a severe roar behind us. We had not yet recovered. The merciless pointer has rained down on our heads:” shameless things, I will show you, I will show you, I will let you have a good look… ”

At the meeting, the students who were bathing in the blind were puzzled by the sudden attack. Looking back, he saw that the event was not good. Mr. Dumu came, and saw his face purple and blue, his eyebrows were inverted, and he was breathing heavily. While he was violently whipping the pointer on our head, he swore bitterly: “hooligan, little rascal Rogue, I’ll show you, I’ll show you

“Ah…”

“Oh, dear…”

　　“……”

Under the merciless whipping of Dumu teacher, we shameless little lecherons one by one holding the swollen cerebellar pouch melon by the whip, and ran around in a hurry.