May you be like lime, boiled in cold water.

In junior high school, there was a very wooden boy in the class, nicknamed Heizai. As the name implies, he is black and thin, and he is very inconspicuous.

Perhaps because he lost his mother when he was a child, the black boy always looks dirty, his hair is greasy, his clothes are sloppy, and patches of dirt can be seen on his neck. Although our mountain village is famous for its lack of water, it is really rare to be so dirty.

It seems that he also suffers from sinusitis, and his nose is almost unclean. He was too absorbed in answering questions in class. The thick tears of rhubarb reached his lips directly. When he found out, he waved it back. The young headteacher is standing on the platform. Don't turn away, the expression of retching can't be suppressed.

Too many times, teachers who are obsessed with cleanliness can't stand it. A chalk head was thrown over. "You, go out and tidy up before you come in!" "

The whole class burst into laughter, and the little girl sitting around held her nose and cheered for the teacher. "So, can you wash your hair, by the way? It smells terrible! " Don't say that children's world is simple. Holding high and walking low is a skill that many people have mastered from an early age. )

The black boy walked out with a straight face, and when he came back, his nose was still blocked, his hair was sticky, and the thorns were heard all the time.

The head teacher was furious and then asked him to stand against the wall in the back corner of the classroom every class and interact with the broom and dustpan and the trash can.

He used the trash can as a desk and carefully took notes on it.

Although he scribbles, his handwriting is really beautiful, and every stroke is vigorous and free and easy, which is very imposing.

At that time, the headmaster looked at his handwriting and was very surprised. "Oh, the child won't go to school in the future. I think I can hire him as my assistant at school. Gee, it's a waste of good words ... "

Yes, no one thinks highly of him. Everyone thinks that his final destination is to graduate from junior high school, work in the south or go home to farm. Although his study is not bad, he is not top-notch. In that rural junior high school with average teaching quality, few students are admitted to senior high school or technical secondary school every year. No one thinks he will be a rare lucky dog.

His family lives next door to the school, and the family situation is known throughout the school. His mother died when he was very young, his father remarried, his stepmother took his daughter, and later gave birth to a younger brother. The family is poor and white, and the stepmother is very provocative. She often stands on tiptoe at the door, cursing his father bloodily, or chasing her daughter around with rotten soles.

When the black boy reaches puberty, the longer he grows, the higher his stepmother dares not do it directly, but this does not prevent her from continuing to be mean. She was not given enough food and water, and the high school wall could not stop her harsh swearing.

At that time, my family and my mother lived in the family courtyard of the school, separated from his home by a wall. Every day, I can hear all kinds of growls and abuse from his stepmother: she thinks he is dirty and says he is lazy. On the day when the monthly electricity bill came out, it was even worse, screaming that there were vampires at home and the blood of the whole family was sucked dry by him.

Later, I heard that he picked up cow dung everywhere, bought kerosene lamps with the money from picking up cow dung, and blocked his stepmother's mouth every night when reading.

02

After graduating from junior high school, he was admitted to the normal school, then stayed in the local primary school to teach, then took the college entrance examination, undergraduate course, and finally went to work as a graduate student, serving as the vice president in the only provincial key high school in the county.

Happily, he finally married his stepmother's daughter, that is, his sister who is half a year older than him. I heard that when I got married, my stepmother called names and decided that he was not worthy of his daughter who graduated from a key university.

At that time, the class teacher dragged his son to the wedding banquet, wrapped in a thick red envelope, hoping that "President Wang" would make an exception for the sake of teachers and students and let his son enter the key point.

He refused.

Later, his life seemed to be dead. As a visiting scholar, he went abroad to study. Because he was so excellent, he was directly invited to stay in the local school to teach physics after graduation. Now that he has got a green card, his wife and children have emigrated. He has an enviable salary in Philadelphia and lives in a garden house with a swimming pool.

Everyone posted photos of go on road trip on the Internet, a warm RV, and a well-behaved child. He and his wife took selfies under the blue sky and white clouds, one gentle and charming, and the other handsome and charming.

No one can connect him with the black boy with his nose and greasy cuffs.

Several students wanted to ask him about studying abroad, so they built a WeChat group and pulled him in.

In private, the host told everyone not to talk, because his sinusitis was not completely cured at first, and eventually developed into otitis media, which affected his hearing in one ear. He has been wearing a hearing aid in class for so many years.

I didn't expect that the first thing he did when he joined the league was to make fun of himself and say that he was half deaf. Please forgive me and try to communicate by typing instead of voice or video.

People who are good at self-mockery can always get closer to others quickly, not to mention that for so many years, everyone's curiosity about him is close to bursting.

The crowd seemed to be filled with quicklime poured with cold water and instantly boiled.

Some people expressed their naked admiration for him, while others envied his good luck. At the beginning, he was admitted to the normal school with the final score, which coincided with Bole all the way, and his talent was released to the greatest extent.

Does anyone ask him that he hates the head teacher? After all, not everyone can easily overturn his conviction for that kind of personality insult. And asked him if he hated his parents. Sinusitis is not a serious disease. If his parents let him go, he will be dragged into disability. ...

He was able to shrug off the answer: at the beginning, it was not easy for a family to eat enough. I also saw a doctor for sinusitis, but I needed surgery at that time, and my family was too poor to afford it. I didn't hate this young head teacher at that time, but it was her cold eyes and cynicism that aroused his highest fighting spirit. Without that old class, I might not have worked as hard as I did in those years.

As for saying that the workplace is pleasant and everything is fun, he made a hehe word.

"Do you know why I didn't come back after studying? Because the principal has always regarded me as an eyesore. "

Everyone was silent. Yes, if a person's talent is too outstanding and his light is too dazzling, which directly threatens the position of his superiors, his life will not be too easy, especially in the system where intellectuals gather. Everyone knows that.

It's really easy for the deputy to be trapped in the forehand. As for the suffering, struggle and embarrassment, only the people in it can understand it themselves.

"But if it weren't for his unscrupulous crowding out, I might still stay in a small county town and not see the wider world outside."

He made a smiley face symbol, and then said, "I have been used to being thrown cold water for so many years, so it is a different kind of encouragement." There is an American proverb that I think is quite good: beautiful flowers are watered with cold water. "

03

Beautiful flowers are watered with cold water.

I don't know how to say this sentence in English, but when I first heard this sentence in Chinese, I was really shocked.

Some people say that you should boil the cold water poured by others and then pour it back.

Although it is enjoyable, it is not as calm as the black boy.

It is the freedom of others to throw cold water, and it is your freedom to persist in the face of biting wind and rain.

What is the meaning of hard work? I don't have to bend my knees to despicable people. I want to see a better and broader world outside. I want to be able to choose life instead of being chosen by life. I want to meet someone I like and say with a smile, "You are good, but I am not bad."

Yes, anger without strength is as meaningless as struggling in the mire.

People are born unequal, and the essence of the world is so cruel.

Jiang said: I have no complaints about the cruelty of society, only curiosity. I want to follow "cruelty" to find its suffering, its parents and its thick roots. I want to go upstream and look forward to the source of great suffering, such as the most magnificent scenery in the world. Do you dare? Are you coming?

At that time, Jolin Tsai, who was at a low ebb, was laughed at by everyone. When she finally won the Golden Melody Award with a song "Dancer", she stood on the podium with tears in her eyes: "I really want to thank many people, and I want to thank those who don't like me very much. Thank you for giving me a big blow and keeping me working hard. "

Yes, every day's persistence, every day's efforts, and every day's all-out efforts are just to make the distance closer.

Autumn wind can blow away dead leaves, but not a butterfly, because life has its own tension.

Fate can rain cats and dogs, and people around you can throw cold water on you. May you automatically generate the properties of lime, and the more you pour cold water, the hotter it gets.