Little Fiction ｜ Li Min: Rock Sugar Gourd

Wen/Li Min

I stared at Yi Yang, Yi Yang stared at the blackboard, and the students stared at us. He pulled the chalk and sweated on his forehead.

Yi Yang's math homework was written by Lu'an. Although the handwriting is similar, Lu'an's "8" strokes are written against. If you ask, they will never admit it. Just like Yiyang's voting class leader, there are more things like this. This pocket money is higher than my salary. My father only has elementary school culture, and the car dealers occupy half of the street on Commercial Street. He said to Yi Yang that learning is enough. The school is a place where you grow up. When you grow up, you can inherit the family business. There was a group of dead parties around Yi Yang, affected by him, and did not take the study seriously, making me helpless.

The topic on the blackboard is on the workbook. If he can't do it, I will say that doing homework on behalf of him will be irrefutable. In the eyes, Yi Yang blushed. But he was really clever. After a while, the most difficult question was solved.

The things that do homework can only be said in the future. I sincerely praised Yi Yang's smart mind. If I work hard, I will do something greatly, and take a string of rock sugar gourds from the bag and give him as a prize. He was very surprised that he took the sugar gourd and bit the next one, raised his head high, like the Olympic player holding the torch of the holy fire. Under the applause and envy of the classmates, he returned to the seat on the same step as the spring.

In the next few days, Yi Yang's transition in the math class surprised me. After changing the habit of lying on the table to sleep on the table, he actively answered the question and actively demanded on the blackboard. Because of his outstanding performance, I rewarded him three sugar gourds.

It is really no way to teach. Countless times, I preached the heart, and the irritability was not as good as the effect of a bunch of rock sugar gourds. From that day, I used the sugar gourd as a prize every day, and the award was given to the good classmates.

This habit has persisted for nearly two months. The classmates in the class have eaten the rock sugar gourd more or less. The order of the class has changed greatly, and the relationship between students and me is becoming more and more harmonious. Fortunately, it is very convenient to buy sugar gourds and not expensive. Every day at school and school time, the old grandson who sells sugar gourds at the gate of the school will be sold with a lot of sugar gourds.

He often wore an old military uniform with a short one, with short left foot, black face, white hair, and was as eye -catching as the red and bright sugar gourds. The school does not allow the snacks to buy snacks greatly after eating snacks. Selling marshmallow, tea eggs, rice dumplings, and meat crickets occasionally turn around, only he has been. His sugar gourd is cheap, one dollar one dollar, and others sell at least two pieces.

It was still a disaster. Yi Yang threw half a string of sugar gourds into the corridor. It happened to be stepped on by the leader who came to inspect and stick to the heel. In the embarrassing smile of the school leader, the leader spent great effort to pick it down.

I criticized Yi Yang at the class meeting. Yiyang said to me with her head dangling, "Teacher, I threw sugar gourds, that's because you pick the door, buy the cheapest sugar gourd to eat for us, who doesn't know the sugar gourd of the old grandson? There are insect feces and sticky teeth. Which of our class still likes to eat sugar gourds now? If any classmate loves to eat, I go to the supermarket to buy five dollars a series for him to eat. "

Lu An said, "Yeah, teacher, the old grandson is getting more and more dislike now. In addition to selling sugar gourds, he also picks up paper shells. The paper shells in his tricycle box are all picked up. His sugar gourd is worrying."

The classmates laughed, and then quiet. They stared at me and see how I deal with it.

There was a sour in my heart, looking at the childish face, and adjusted my breath and said, "Yes, I know the sugar gourd of the old grandson sticks to the teeth and is not hygienic, but I still buy him every day, you guys, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you and you Can you know why? "

"Cheap." Some classmates said.

"Yes, but it is not all. The old grandson has a son who is also a teacher. Now he teach in a remote mountainous area. His monthly salary is almost spent on the local poor students. Police, his left foot was injured when he grabbed the bad guys. After retiring, he retired salary and subsidies a lot of monthly, and all funded to poor students. His donations have always been silently carried out, not for fame and fortune. I buy his sugar gourd every day, and I want to see him, so I wear old clothes, such a simple face, let me think, what is the meaning of living ... "

The classmates lowered their heads and silent. Yi Yang sucked his nose and skimmed his mouth. There is almost no student speaking in that class meeting, which is the quietest once.

When I was from school, I saw Yi Yang led a group of classmates to leave from the old grandson head, and each person held a few strings of sugar gourds in his hand.

Students who buy sugar gourds have increased dramatically, making the old grandson overwhelmed. He laughed on his face, and his short left foot stepped on a stone, holding the rod of the rock sugar gourd in one hand, standing firmly in the sunset like a soldier.

A string of sugar gourds held in the hands of the classmates, like a small torch, red and red.

【About the Author】

Li Min, a member of the Shandong Province, works in "Novels", "Selection of Micro Novels", "Yanhe", "Contemporary", "Coconut City", "Youth", "Northern Writers", "Film Forest", "Northern Literature", "Haiyan" and so on The magazine was published and was repeatedly reprinted, selected for the annual collection and ranking. Published a short story collection "You Are My Eyes".

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