C10

When I came into the world, the wolf was no longer in sight on the land of my hometown. The Great Meadows of that time no longer existed. They had become farmland. The early autumn night, sitting in the courtyard, looking at the sky full of stars, listening to the rising and falling of the frogs and the autumn insects singing, always felt missing something in his heart, missing something? It was the low howl of a wolf on an autumn night. The autumn night without the howling of the wolves seemed so far away from nature. Although it was already very late at night, the sky still retained the orange skirt of the sunset girl, clinging to the vanished day. The autumn night might have been short, but with the wave of its cool fingers, the heat of the afternoon heat finally died down and gradually faded away. I looked at the deep night sky, unable to calm down for a long time: tomorrow I will go to work as a teacher in a nearby village.

The school I went to was a village school. There were elementary school and middle school, the kind of hooded high school that was commonly called, and I was assigned to teach in that school. There were three rooms in the school. The first one was the warehouse and the water room, the teachers' dormitory was in the west two of the first, the middle one was the teaching office, library and laboratory, the last one was a classroom, and the northeast corner of the campus was a toilet. The campus was surrounded by tall poplar trees, and to the east was a large forest. The trees were thick and shady, blotting out the sky and blotting out the sun.

Before I arrived, there was already a divorced teacher in his forties living in the dorm. His name was Li Chenchen. He wore short-sighted glasses that made him look learned, had a wide mouth that could speak well, and when he talked he could spit in the faces of the last row of students. His accordion was played to perfection, and a Spanish Bull Drama was played by him to perfection. One night, in the moonlight, Li Jin Chen played the accordion at the window of the dormitory, talking to Chen Jun, a little fellow worker. The moonlight made him feel even more uneasy, and he sighed, "The goals of my life are just three things."

"What are the three things?" asked Chen Jun, a fellow worker.

"That's fame, money, beauties. "It's a pity that I was born in the wrong time and had a lot of bad luck. I don't have any of these three things."

"That's true," said Chen Jun, a fellow worker. "If you were born in a matriarchal society and played the accordion so well, the beauties of the tribe would definitely hug you from the left to the right."

"There was no accordion. The instruments were mainly xuns."

"What is a xun?"

"It was a kind of instrument used in primitive society. It looked like a small wine pot with a few small holes. Before there was a xun, the primitive people had already dried their bullshit and bragged that they came from primitive society. At that time, the one who set the rhythm was Lun, and the one who first bragged was him. "

"Old Li, you are too knowledgeable, I admire you too much. You should know about the primitive society. The first one to brag in China was Weng Lun, the last one to brag definitely wasn't you."

There was a golden house in the book, and there was a beautiful woman in the book. She thought that Li, who had spent half her life reading books, had now ended up divorced and homeless, and the gap in her heart was difficult to pacify. His wife was also a teacher at school. The two of them had been married for many years and never had children. At first he thought Old Li had no fertility ability, but after checking in the hospital, he found that he had enough sperm. His sperm was also very active, and he was neither impotent nor preterm. It was enough for him to conceive. The problem, then, was his wife, who, after a medical examination and instrumentation, had discovered that her fallopian tube was congenital atresia, which was difficult and needed to be tidied up, and whose wife did not want to undergo the operation. In fact, there was a fallopian tube on each side of the uterus, with several tens to hundreds of millions of sperm entering the female reproductive tract, and only a few hundred of these sperm could eventually enter the fallopian tube. In the end, only one of the strongest and fastest of these sperm could enter the egg, pass on the paternal genetic material, and enter the process of extending one's life. To make matters worse, only one of the two fallopian tubes had eggs. These hundreds of sperm soldiers were marching in two different directions, destined to have one of their horses take the wrong path and end up empty-handed. This was the same principle as college students starting their own business. Since Old Li's wife didn't want to have a tubal connection, she had to have a child. The two of them agreed to adopt a child, and when the child was about to go to school, their relationship had finally come to an end and they were divorced. Actually, Old Li's wife was neither virtuous nor talented, so there was nothing she could do about it. Therefore, when a man was looking for a partner, he must have a pair of sharp eyes. Only when he found a good woman would he be blessed for the rest of his life. Book of Songs. In Dajia, there is a poem which reads: "The great task of Si Qi, mother of the King Wen. Seductive Zhou Jiang, the capital's woman. The Great Magistrate speaks with a voice that is similar to that of Bai Si. " The gist of the matter was that the unparalleled talents of Wise King and Zhou Jiang were inseparable from their good mothers or wives. In modern times, this meant that a good woman was a good man's school. Of course, there were exceptions. If a man was particularly outstanding, as long as he practiced seriously, every school would be Huangpu Military College. However, among the common people, most of them were ordinary people. After all, only a few were outstanding.

One day, just after dark and after a shower of rain, the school yard was empty except for Old Li, who looked after the campus himself. He was bored. First he played the accordion for a while, then he drank a glass of sorghum wine. He lay on the brick bed and slept. After an unknown period of time, he woke up with a piss. He got up and walked towards the toilet.

The toilet was under the old wall in the northeast corner of the school. The place was overgrown, the trees thick, the night wind rustling. Just as he was about to go back to his dorm after taking off his pants, he heard a woman crying under a tree. Old Li wondered: which family's girl is crying in this place at night? Old Li was usually a warm-hearted person who loved to help others whenever they were in trouble. At this moment, he walked forward and saw a woman in white clothes crying as she leaned against a tree. He asked, "It's already so late, why are you crying here alone?" The woman was startled at first, but when she raised her head and saw Old Li, she slowly stopped crying and told Old Li the reason why she was crying. The woman said that she was from a nearby village called Horse-farm. Her mother had died in the spring, and her stepfather wanted to marry her to Zhang Jinshan. Zhang Jinshan, polio, was a cripple, his speech slurred and his tongue clattered. Reluctantly, she ran to the village's uncle's house. Her uncle wouldn't allow her to go home and marry Zhang Jinshan. Helpless, she went to the forest and wanted to cry her heart out before hanging herself. When Old Li heard this, he was shocked. It was all thanks to him holding in a piss and coming out to the toilet that he was able to save his life. Doing good deeds by himself was the happiest and happiest thing in the world. Old Li was more or less a man of blood. His blood vessels more or less contained some of the genes of his ancestor, Li Kui. He felt pity for the woman and felt regret for her at the same time. The woman said, "I'm a little cold. Go to your room and get warm." Old Li then led her to the dormitory. The woman sat on the chair by the table, while Old Li awkwardly sat on the edge of the brick bed. Then he took a look at the girl. She had white teeth and red lips, and her beauty was like a peach blossom. It was really painful for a girl like this to marry a cripple. For a moment, Old Li was stupefied as he watched. The woman's face turned red from embarrassment. Only then did Old Li realize that he had lost his composure. He couldn't help but think, even if I, Old Li, isn't a celebrity, I still can't be vulgar, no matter how thirsty I am, I, Old Li, can't drink brine as water. The woman said, "Teacher Li, I've known you for a long time." Old Li wondered how she knew me. The woman then said, "One year during the art exhibition at the village's' July Day ', you played the accordion on stage. It was very exciting!" Old Li got embarrassed, "I'm ashamed, I didn't pull it well." It's good as long as you play. I like listening to your zither the most. Even if I've listened to it my whole life, I still wouldn't be able to listen to it enough! " What? You still want to listen to it for a lifetime? "What a joke." "It's already too late, you'd better hurry home. Otherwise, if your uncle can't find you, you'll be in a hurry." He won't look for me, he won't be in a hurry. " Old Li continued to urge the woman to get up and leave, only to see the woman's tears gushing out. It really was "Pear Blossom Spring Bringing Rain". The woman blushed and said, "Teacher Li, if you don't mind me, you can just let me go!" Old Li repeatedly shook his head, "I can't, I can't. What is this?" The woman began to cry even more ruefully, "I've had one match with you. Even if I were to marry Zhang Jinshan, I don't have any regrets." Old Li let out a long sigh and thought to himself, There really is Yan Ruyu in the book. Maybe this girl was sent to my side by the heavens to pity me, Old Li? In fact, the necessity of life is always made up of countless accidents, perhaps the turning point of fate began with a small accident, it may lead you onto the sunny road, or it may lead you into the dark and cold alleyway, I wonder what the result of this beautiful encounter will be. Thinking of this, Old Li's crotch had already become bigger than a mineral water bottle. Where could such a person find such a good opportunity? The entire room was filled with the chatter of people making love overnight.

The next morning, Old Li woke up to find himself lying on the brick bed alone. There was no gorgeous woman by his side, only a cold, sticky patch in his crotch. At this moment, he was somewhat awake. Outside the academy's northeastern corner was a graveyard, and there was often a white fox there. Someone had once seen this white fox sitting on the school's wall, reciting, "Wild and overgrown, filled with dew. There was a beauty, a clear and beautiful woman. When the scorpion meets the scorpion, I wish for nothing more than to wrest it away from you! " This was true: as long as there was love between them, a fox could still fall in love!