I remember when I was in primary school, I fell in love with an open-air movie "Cigarette Tube" of Henan Henan Opera. Since then, I have been fascinated by Henan Henan opera, especially the crying of male tickets.
In that era of material scarcity, there were few places for people to play. After dinner in summer, most people like to sit in the hutong in the yard and enjoy the cool, chatting with their parents' stories.
Every time I arrive, my spirit comes.
I often take advantage of my mother's inattention, quietly tear off a piece of red paper on the door couplet, wet my cheeks with spit and paint it like a monkey's ass, cut off the longest side of the broken red scarf, tie a pigtail on my short hair, and then find out my father's big underpants to wear as a skirt, tie my waist with a string, and go out with a chest and a belly.
When I came to Hutongkou, I specially found a lot of people standing in the middle, learning that my brother-in-law went to the execution ground in "Xi Juan Tong", and my sister-in-law sang in the scene where she came to see me off, yelling at her voice, which provoked the uncles and aunts in the neighborhood to laugh, and children of all sizes followed me like monkeys. ...
Growing up, I didn't have any reserve strength at my daughter's house. I climb wall trees, dig nests and pick wild fruits with boys all day. And because I am a famous king of the children, no matter whose children get into trouble in the compound, I will say I did it. So the pimple on my ass seems to have never turned white in my childhood memory, and it has always been red.
Later, a relative in the city learned about it and insisted on sending me to study drama. Because the school is too far from home, and because my academic performance is not bad, my parents don't think it is necessary to go, so my mother, who has always been "arbitrary" in educating her children, cruelly cut off my budding dream of Henan Opera.
In order to express my resistance to my mother, I tried my best to make my academic performance decline. After school, I will find something to do-no homework, no memorizing texts, no housework, no brothers and sisters ... Every day after school, I either go to the river to catch fish and shrimp, or go up the mountain to catch birds and pick wild fruits, and catch frogs and crabs in the ditch.
In particular, I learned a pair of "good skills" to catch fish and touch shrimp. Children near my home can receive small fish and shrimp from me every day, take them home and raise them in the washbasin.
Picking birds and fruits, catching fish and touching shrimp are nothing. The most embarrassing thing for my parents is that once the breeder opened two pigsty doors in the compound during a nap and took a wooden stick to drive the two seniors inside to the compound to play.
Two seniors who had never seen the world were chased around by our children, and the youngest one fell into the only dining well in the whole compound and shit in it.
In this way, for a very dark period of time, I thought there was hope for learning drama. However, in the exam, the scores of all subjects are still ranked first or second. ...
In the late stage of my obsession, my class teacher Han Mingzhen finally couldn't sit still. The morning after the "second brother incident", as soon as I stepped into the school gate, he and a tall male classmate in the class dragged me to the office by ear and arm. In front of all the teachers, he didn't write a word with me, but knocked all his math exercise books with hand models on my head and shouted: You were born to go to school, so you will die of studying drama in the future. Don't dare to try not to do your homework in the future. Look-I-how-how-manage-you!
alas ......
As a result, many years later, I became a teacher Jiang who still seems to have some femininity!