Nashan Nahe

Chapter 5

After the March 1926th tragedy, Duan Qirui was expelled from the field by Feng Yuxiang. In July 7, the Guangdong National Revolutionary Army began the Northern Expedition. People are expecting, waiting for the emerging democratic government, and I am the same.

My father had followed some leaders in the north before, and later he came to Tianjin and founded this school with some teachers. He is a scholar and has received a new western education. Ge Tiema is not suitable for him, but from my father's usual words, I feel that he still hopes that one day he can re-enter the official career and let himself play more roles, especially after the failure of Guo Songling's uprising. After the March [-]th tragedy, he felt more and more the poverty and weakness of this country. He was depressed and disgusted, so he could only try his best to accommodate and help more students. He believed that a school desk could make a nation, but his heart An ambition does not grow old with age, but becomes clearer and brighter day by day. Right now, the revolutionary army of the Northern Expedition is making great strides all the way, with good news coming in frequently. I know he is waiting until the new government is established, and he can find his place. I don’t think my father The idea is utilitarian, because I understand that he is not a person who only cares about his own selfishness. Perhaps this gentle and clean northern man has never had his own selfishness. What he wants is to maximize the service of others. At the same time, realize the value of your lifetime!

My mother never thought that her husband could go down in history or become a celebrity hero. She just wanted to guard a pot, cook a table of home-cooked meals for the family, and guard a dim kerosene lamp to let her husband who came home late know that Someone at home is waiting for him!Most of my awe of people and things come from this traditional and simple mother, and my gentle and stubborn father!

During this period, He Buwei, who has always been taciturn, also made two new friends under my "leadership".

Qin Yuan got good grades in the class. Like many students at that time, he wore a Chinese tunic suit all day long. My mother knew why she didn’t like to wear cheongsam, so she made two for her, but I still think why not why she looks better than Qin Yuan. !

Qin Yuan likes to talk, like to express opinions on everything, talk about politics, talk about life, talk about ideals, talk about the relationship between people, why don't you like chatting with him, the so-called chatting is Qin Yuan talking, why not listen, she likes it Listening to Qin Yuan's talk, I like to hear Qin Yuan's opinions and conclusions blurted out without any argumentation. Sometimes I have disagreements. I like to hear Qin Yuan's lofty ambitions, but I know that's because Why Buwei also has such lofty ambitions in his heart It's just that I don't know, how will she realize such lofty ambition in the future?Do you want to become a teacher after college and get educated by the world's elite?Or should I wait for the new government to be established and go on a career?Or with her introverted personality, will she become a reporter or writer who speaks with a pen and expresses her thoughts in the future?Hmm... Although I don't know why Buwei planned it, but when I think about my guesses or longings, I feel sweet in my heart. I seem to see that one day when the war ends in the future, we will be in a remote place. Small town, living peacefully, she is holding a camera, running around various scenes, or wearing glasses, holding a book, preaching to a group of children in class, taking me to climb mountains, go to the beach, and give I recite poetry!

But in the near future, it turns out that these dreams of mine are just dreams after all!

Ling Ping is a hearty girl who loves to laugh and likes to write articles. Although why not always say that she is not as good as I write, Ling Ping doesn't care at all. As long as she is happy, she should write according to her. I like her character. She is in the same dormitory with us, just like Qin Yuan Whyuwei, she is a child who has lost her family, Qin Yuan sometimes goes to my house with his father and other classmates on weekends, but until now, Why not Wei is still the only one who has been to my house Girl, after I became friends with Ling Ping, I also thought about it and told my father that I would also bring Ling Ping home on weekends. I knew my father would definitely agree, but after thinking about it, I still didn’t invite Ling Ping or tell my father. But, because of... my little selfishness, I was afraid that Ling Ping would go home, what if my mother let her stay?I want to have time alone with He Buwei, so... I don't want her to come to my house, so why didn't she ask me once, if I want to take Ling Ping back for dinner on weekends?I remember that I was overwhelmed by her sudden question, because I had no reason to refuse, so I sat on the steps of the corridor, pursed my mouth, looked at the big tree in front of me, and didn't answer for a long time , Seeing that I don't speak, why not ask me again!I don't know, what will she think of me, what will Ling Ping think of me, will she think that I am stingy and not enough friends?or what?But I'm really embarrassed, tell me why don't you think about my little...

Later, when I came home on a weekend, late at night, I stroked her smooth back, gritted my teeth to bear the impact she gave me, and when we were lingering with her, she leaned over my ear, kissed my cheek, and breathed a sigh of relief. To put it bluntly, I actually don't want anyone to disturb us, so she thinks the same way?It's not her speaking style, nor her personality, but... I like her little selfishness, and it's for me!

When my father was repairing the school building, he fell off the top of the ladder. His left foot was so swollen that he couldn't walk or get out of bed. My father said he would take a few days off and didn't want me to tell my mother. For more than half a month, on weekends, I still follow why not, and a group of classmates go home. When my mother asked me, I had to say that the school is busy, and my father can’t go home recently. Responsible, she is also a girl, how can she have so much strength, I want to help her, but I can't help, Qin Yuan stays at school on weekends to take care of his father, just to help him wash his feet, and talk to him at night, I am very grateful Qin Yuan, after my father recovered from his foot injury, I brought him two chicken legs made by my mother from home. At lunch that day, I found out that he didn't eat the chicken legs at all and gave them to Ling Ping. The two sat on the steps in front of the classroom. Ling Ping gnawed on the chicken legs and seemed to be nodding with satisfaction. , I saw his eyes full of gentle smiles, I don’t know why, but he did that, which made me really happy, happy for the two of them, but, the world is impermanent, gathering and parting, involuntarily, we finally walked on different paths But I always feel that I am the luckiest and happiest among the four of us...

The cicadas sing in summer, impetuous and lazy. In the afternoon, the four of us will lean under the big tree on the campus. Qin Yuan will recite the text with me, or tell us about the progress of the Northern Expedition. Why not read military books, He frowns and thinks from time to time, looks at me from time to time, or exchanges views on current affairs with Qin Yuan. Qin Yuan has a somewhat extreme temper. He thinks that anything in the world, no matter what the original intention is, as long as it wins the result, it is right. Yes, why not think that Qin Yuan is an extreme person who can't distinguish between black and white, and the two often argue with each other, arguing with no results.

As for Ling Ping, she always seemed to have nothing to do with herself, fiddled with her long hair boredly, occasionally caught a caterpillar on a tree, and quietly put it into Qin Yuan's shirt from behind. Although Qin Yuan was a boy, every time Still frightened, he jumped up, yelled loudly, twisted his body and put his hand into his shirt, followed the trail of the bug on his back with some difficulty, tried to take it out, and Ping smiled proudly. Out of breath, I looked at them helplessly. I wanted to help, but I didn’t dare to touch the bug. Besides, I couldn’t put my hand into a boy’s shirt. Having seen enough, he slowly got up, lifted Qin Yuan's shirt, took out the culprit who harmed Qin Yuan, and put it in front of Qin Yuan. Qin Yuan hugged the textbook to his chest, held his eyes, his eyes were full of horror, It felt like a little girl being molested by a group of people in the street. I kept laughing without saying a word, watching the three people’s noisy laughter, watching why not Qin Yuan, arguing endlessly, watching the flowers and trees in the campus, stepping As spring and autumn come, blooming and withering, although I have never participated in it, I know that I like this kind of laughter, and I don't want it to disappear with time!

In those few years, I was immersed in my poems and songs, in the sound of books in the classroom, in the care and consideration of my parents and family, in the care and tenderness of why not say anything, we are like Many ordinary young people nowadays, she will still read books with me. Although the styles of the books we read are very different, I will still give her half of the dishes in the bowl. She always says no more, but she eats clean every time. , on weekends, we go home with my father, she still helps my mother cook, heat the fire, heat the bath water, clean the yard in the morning, sometimes, we will do, love, before going to bed, she will still recite poems to me, but it will always be that Two sentences, go, go, I want to fly towards you, I don’t need to ride with Dionysus in a car of Wenbao, I want to spread the invisible wings of poetry... But these are enough to make me forget the turmoil of the outside world!

In the countless years to come, when I think about it, I still think that in the dormitory where the rain sometimes leaks, in the dirt road campus where the wind blows up, in the classroom where I watched Why Buwei being scolded by the teacher, in that listening to Qin Yuan In the English texts read aloud, in the wanton laughter after Ling Ping teased Qin Yuan, in the small room full of books with a faint musty smell that could be alone with He Buwei, in that kind of In the small courtyard surrounded by big elm trees, in the early morning when why not clean the yard with a big broom, in that often lingering night, the best time of my first half of my life will always stay there!

The author has something to say: starting from the next chapter, since the events of other characters in the text will be written, it will be written in the third person, or interspersed with No.1. If you have any comments or suggestions, feel free to put them forward. make an effort to change it