As a middle school student educated by materialist philosophy, I never thought that this kind of rebirth would really happen, and it would happen to myself.
In the years when I was in junior high school, Teacher Cang was not called Teacher Cang, and the three words "high, rich and handsome" could be said separately. Penguin just had a second identity and the game hall had not been replaced by an Internet cafe.
In those years, Sudan was red, white pieces were white, pork was sour, milk powder was not eaten just like white powder, and the girls in the class were almost always there. The math teacher said: Using nails to scrape the blackboard is harmful to others and not beneficial to oneself.
Every day I go to school with the mood of visiting the grave, and chant the songs with changed lyrics as if I were chanting scriptures. Just like those school uniforms with changed sizes, I wore carrot-like pointed legs (the pants in our junior high school uniforms are red.)
Like others, I can talk in class, not hand in homework, sleep, play cards, theoretically play games, and intermittently send love letters to people. In fact, it is a love letter of note, which I often check...
Unlike most people, I can sing in class, but I still refuse to admit it when I was caught, so my class teacher even played a recording on my mobile phone...
I happily lived the third year of junior high school, and I was fifteen that year.
That year, the word traveled through time and entered my receiving range.
Those wonderful time-travel dramas in the harem puzzled me, and also made me begin to doubt: I am a mortal and mortal in my naked eyes and do not know the true story of the harem; or are the filmmakers who watch movies and have a fairy-like outlook on life that makes me wonder?
I don’t know if those beautiful women are fighting around and in line with the sustainable development strategy; why can’t they live in peace?
Later I understood that these are not real things, they were written (can I say it...)
I am a Chinese class representative, and now I think I am a little satisfied. I was also a cadre back then.
At that time, the Chinese teacher was a pure female teacher in her twenties. What I remember most was her two rabbit teeth. Later, when I ate spicy rabbit heads, the figure of "Teacher Rabbit" always appeared in my heart, and the teeth...
Teacher Rabbit has just been married for a year and brings someone to class every day, of course, inside her body, so she is not easy to bend down. I sat in a special position (next to the podium), and the head teacher asked me to wipe a stool for Teacher Rabbit in every Chinese class, and I deeply agreed with it.
However, Teacher Rabbit doesn’t seem to like sitting very much. Later I realized that the bench I took was too short and Teacher Rabbit couldn’t sit down.
Why talk about Teacher Rabbit? Because she has something to do with my rebirth.
Once I went to the office to count the papers, and Teacher Rabbit was there, leaning against the table with a big belly on his back to correct homework. It was late November and it was a bit cold. There was no heating in the south. It was burning natural gas stoves, and each office had a stove.
At that time, there was a male teacher in the office with a flat head, like the Honda tires of the principal downstairs who I often vented. The mouth was like two slices of ham, and there was also a saying that it was the mouth of a catfish. Every time I saw him talking, I felt the illusion that he wanted to spit out bubbles.
Teacher Niuyu was sitting by the fire reading novels. You said you could just read it, but you were still squeaking Catyu's mouth; that's all, you were still shaking; there was something wrong.
Teacher Niuyu was sitting on the bench, with a stool legs pressing on the hose of the natural gas stove, grinding on it as he shook...
People who haven't taken a bath for a long time may feel this way. Rub your palms back and forth around your neck. Under your palms, there will be "black rice noodles" rolling...
At this time, the ground is the neck, and the natural gas pipe is the "rice noodles", rolling around there, and the joints between the pipe and the stove become looser and looser! (Author: It is easy to shake your legs, but it is not easy to be safe. Please don't learn it! Children must not learn it!)
Then with a "pop" sound, the rubber tube fell off. Before Teacher Catyu could react, Teacher Rabbit moved.
He rushed towards the gas valve in one step, and the speed was not as fast as the real rabbit, not to mention that there was a little rabbit in her belly...
I was not idle either. I grabbed the tube that was constantly venting and hit the catfish's butt. Now that I think about it, I was not slow at that time and knew to block the combustible material.
But Teacher Niuyu didn't cooperate anymore and jumped out by me, as if he had stung a scorpion.
This scared me. When I loosened my hand, the tube fell down and landed steadily on the stove. The fire on the stove had not yet been extinguished, and Teacher Rabbit had not closed the valve.
With a "bang", my world was in a sea of fire...
When I woke up again, I saw myself standing there. Yes, I used it!
I was the only one in the office, no one else, no table, and no damn stoves and tubes on the floor.
I didn't know what was going on, so I walked out to the door all of a sudden. I wanted to see what was going on. Where have Teacher Rabbit and Teacher Chiuyu been?
There is a grassland outside the door!
"Damn! What's going on?" I whistled to the sky.
A few goats looked at me strangely and continued to eat their grass...
Only I could understand the mood at that time. It was a feeling like a different world. I looked back and found that the door I had just walked out was no longer there. It was empty and there was only a vast grassland. I had wanted to come to the grassland to see it before, but it was definitely not in this state!
I suddenly pinched myself, it hurt, it wasn't a dream. It seemed that I was too slow, and now I remembered to pinch myself.
I also want to pinch goats, but I am afraid that they will bite me. Although the sheep will not bite people, they will be able to beat people. Although they have not yet grown horns, they can still kick them, so don't mess with them.
The lambs ate grass lively, but the hustle and bustle is theirs and I have nothing.
Anyway, I was defeated by the animals, first rabbits, catfish, and now goats.
But I found that my ability to bear is too strong. Maybe it's because of my nerves, I'm not afraid or not... Ahem, generally speaking, when normal people encounter such a thing, they may be scared like a little bit; but I have nothing to do except not adapting to it. In addition, who can get involved in this matter?
From this we can infer: Actually, I am not a normal person!
But the problem comes again. This inference was proposed by me myself. Since I am not a normal person, the inference is not convincing. So I fell into a paradox and couldn't extricate myself...
I can't stay here all the time, so I tried to walk in one direction, hoping to have a way out. I walked in front, and for some reason there was a sheep behind, and there was only one.
I drove it away several times, but it didn't leave, so I had to give up, anyway, I had to have a companion on the road.
We two (it sounds a bit awkward) walked for a while and came to a hill. The hill was full of dandelions and the lamb was thinking about life. I sat next to me and rested.
After a while, I saw a man walking towards me, and the sheep saw him, looking at the man with me.
This middle-aged man is very strange. He is wearing ancient clothes and walking postures with a bit of literary style. If he is a normal person, he will definitely believe that he has traveled through time. This is a local person.
But I am not a normal person, and I can see at a glance that something is wrong. The official costume this person wears should not appear on the prairie. If it is a herdsman coming, I still believe it.
Seeing me, the man smiled and took out a pack of Hongtashan from his pocket and handed me one.
I was stunned! Damn! There was Hongta Mountain in ancient times!
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