tenth year of teaching

Chapter 20 Talking
On Saturday afternoon, the sun shines through the milky white window screens and softly shines on the milky white floor, casting a hazy halo.

This is a very ordinary bedroom, and it doesn't look like a single girl's room at all.There is a standard double bed on the left side of the door, with clean and neat sheets with white background and blue flowers.Opposite the door is a bay window, close to the east side of the bay window, and there are two bookcases side by side against the wall.Through the glass door of the bookcase, you can see that it is filled with all kinds of books, ranging from martial arts, romance, and historical classics to English-Chinese dictionaries and university textbooks.The height that is most convenient for raising your hand is dedicated to setting aside a row for various psychology, pedagogy, and teaching materials and lesson plan collections.A desk is placed against the wall opposite the bookcase and in the middle of the bed. In addition to a desktop computer, there are also books and various materials on the desk. Although there are many things, they are neatly organized.

Chu Xia was sitting on the swivel chair in front of the desk, with her back to the window, her bare feet crossed on the edge of the bed, and a book spread out on her legs. Her right index finger pointed at a passage without moving for a long time.

"Easy to say bad things, soft words to say harsh things, and big words to make up novels; tell jokes coldly, say harsh things lightly, and say urgent things slowly; keep long stories short, tell the truth, and speak less nonsense; keep your words deep in your heart."

She frowned and was in a daze for a long time, then turned the book upside down on the table. On the yellow book cover was written "Speak to the Heart".In early summer, I like books by the American writer Liu Yong the most, and there is a row of his books in the bookcase.Every time I watch it, I feel calm and touched.

Chu Xia's parents were both working, and she was the only daughter under family planning in the 80s.At that time, grandparents had many families with many children. Doctor Zheng and Lao Chu were both the eldest members of the family, and they went to work very early, while their younger siblings were still young.Chu Xia has an uncle who is not many years older, so little Chu Xia cannot point to the elderly at home to help take care of him.

In early summer, when he was one year old, he was sent to a nanny's house in the town during the day. Later, he was taken care of by his aunt who had graduated from high school for a period of time. He went to kindergarten before he was two years old.After kindergarten, she went to preschool for a year, but she was still not old enough to go to elementary school. Finally, Dr. Zheng gave her two bags of fertilizer and sent little Chuxia to elementary school, where she was the youngest in the class until she graduated from college.

There are two things that I remember most about my childhood in early summer. One is that I took a nap not long after I entered kindergarten. Because I didn’t dare to ask the teacher to poop in my trouser pocket, I caught it with my hands and wiped it on the wall. I was less than two years old. She was surprised that she could remember it so clearly and for so many years.

Another thing is endless reading. When I was young, I worked overtime on weekends or during the winter and summer vacations. There was no one to take care of me when I loved to sleep in in early summer.Her parents often locked her at home. In those days, there was no Internet or cable TV. Apart from watching cartoons, her most common pastime was reading books.

In early summer, I loved reading and borrowed all the books from the library of my parents’ workplace.Later, when Dr. Zheng saw a doctor, he met someone who worked in Xinhua Bookstore. During the holidays, he put Chu Xia in the bookstore next to the hospital, and he never moved for a day.

In fact, she had never learned to read in advance, and Dr. Zheng’s family tutoring was limited to teaching pinyin in preschool.After getting home from get off work in the evening and cooking, Lao Chu often goes out to study Document No. 54.Dr. Zheng would take pinyin cards to test Xiaochuxia one by one. Sometimes she would not be able to pronounce the words several times in a row, and Dr. Zheng would be so angry that he would shut her out.At that time, they lived in the hospital's dormitory compound. They were all bungalows. Outside the door was a dark, grassy and empty yard. There was no one outside on a winter night.Little Chuxia knocked on the door and cried: "Mom, I study hard, let me in, I study hard."

I have always been well-behaved since I went to school. I was one of the first to wear a red scarf and one of the first to join the Youth League.I just relied on what the teacher taught me and looked up the dictionary by myself while reading at home. Later, when I was too lazy to look it up, I just guessed the word based on the context, and I could probably understand the meaning.

After reading this kind of book, I can follow the old student to read Jin Yong when I am in the third grade.My favorite is Journey to the West. When I was in my third grade during the summer vacation, I went back to my hometown to play. My grandma took Chu Xia to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy her some delicious food. However, she immediately saw the thickest classical Chinese version of Journey to the West that had been on the shelf for who knows how many years. , I bought it, took it home, and read it in three days while leaning on the bed.This book was taken out and read almost every holiday until I entered junior high school. I kept seeing that I had an argument with Dr. Zheng during my adolescence and was thrown apart.

Sometimes when there is no book to read, Chu Xia will be bored by the back window and watch the scenery outside the compound. The 18-inch TV, the TV-sized window and the scenery outside the window will still appear in her more than ten years after they moved. 's dream.

Their family lived in the last row of the compound, with a large open space behind them.When she was not locked up, she ran wildly with her friends in the yard, catching grasshoppers, catching butterflies, playing hide-and-seek, playing house, and eating purple grapes the size of corn kernels.

In order not to take a nap, they would hide their pillows under their towels and quilts. A few of them would run out and climb the fence by the garden to the roof. The courtyard was full of bungalows, and there were many houses in a row that were connected together.Everyone ran laughing and joking from one end to the other until all the adults woke up and came out to stand in the yard and scolded them. Then they sneaked home with a bad smile.

At night in the compound, every door is unlocked. The adults are chatting on the street or watching TV at home.Children play hide-and-seek, hiding in whose house they belong. In the evening, the unlocked courtyard of every house in the compound is their paradise.

Chu Xia remembers that at that time, the entire Milky Way could be clearly seen in the sky. When she was tired from playing, she sat in her mother's arms and looked up, seeing stars twinkling all over the sky.Her childhood memories seemed to be of loneliness, but she was not lonely because she grew up in a compound. The warm and happy compound life stayed with her until she went to college.

Because of this, Chu Xia is always said by people around her that her temperament and temperament are not like those of an only child. She can take care of others, be patient with others, and does not easily conflict with others.But there is one thing that an only child is not good at, that is, he is not good at communicating with people, especially strangers.Most of the time, things that can be solved by oneself are solved by oneself, and things that cannot be solved have to be racked up one's brains to find a way to solve by oneself, and sometimes they even give up without asking for help easily.When I was in elementary school, I had to have Dr. Zheng accompany me even when I went out to have breakfast in the early summer. Living away from home during high school and college was somewhat better, but I didn’t easily socialize with unfamiliar people and didn’t want to cause trouble to those around me.

Such a contradictory personality feels like it has brought her a lot of confusion now. She is not good at reporting and communicating at work, and is not good at communicating her ideas and practices with leaders and colleagues.This should be the most critical reason for the conflict with Song Xiaoqiang. Chu Xia actually figured it out in one night.

She always felt that it would be good to just work hard and work hard, but she neglected to communicate with others as the most basic bottom line.Once you know what the problem is, you should take the initiative to communicate and communicate.If you don't tell me, who knows?No one is a roundworm in someone's stomach.

She looked at the book, closed it, stood up, and put it back in the bookcase.The house was quiet. Doctor Zheng and Lao Chu were sleeping soundly in the bedroom opposite across the living room. A slight snoring could be heard faintly.

Chu Xia thought that after all these years, she still didn’t have the habit of taking a nap.She stretched and took out another Harry Potter book to entertain herself.

(End of this chapter)