Hunter and Hussar

Chapter 8 Hunters and Light Cavalry
"You said, is it really that Huang... Huang Xuemin asked Mu Zheng to apologize for him today?" Ye Ruiyang asked at the dinner table.

"He's called Huang Minxue. Aren't you afraid that he will suddenly appear behind you again?"

"Mice, it's not surprising that they come out of nowhere."

"If his dad stands behind you, let's see if you dare to call him that."

Crosstalk is here again.Ye Ruiyang really turned around to check.

"I think Teacher Huang is very good. He speaks well in class and never procrastinates. He seems to be able to play basketball?" Mi Le said.

Except for Mingming, we are all in the second class and the third class. Everyone agrees on this point.

"I think Mu Zheng's personality is quite different from his, and it's rare for them to have such a good relationship," Mingming said.

"Different personalities just complement each other, right?" Ye Ruiyang was asking for opinions from others again.However, this is just a habit, and he already has a positive answer in his heart.

"Are you and Brother Chuan complementary?" Mi Le asked.

"I'm talking about friends, it's not like that between father and son."

Is the greatest joy of these two people every day is taking turns being each other's father?
Mi Le gently poked me with his elbow: "Our personalities seem to be quite similar, don't we?"

I smiled.

"You said, if we really entered the school team and Huang Min became a teammate, would you accept his style? Deliberately looking for fouls, provocations, and little tricks..." Mingming asked very seriously.

"I can do it. There is no one who can't be a teammate." Brother Chuan was the first to express his opinion. "Of course, Ye Ruiyang is hard to say. The main reason is that he may not be able to enter the school team."

"go to hell."

"Who is going to die? Me or him?"

"Both of you go."

"So you don't accept him, Boss Ye?" I asked.

"No. If he was on my side, I guess I would like it quite a bit. This is the truth. After all, he is targeting the opposite party, unlike some backward elements who only know how to retaliate against their own people out of jealousy."

Zhang Taotao said he had no objections.

"I think he has a lot of fighting spirit, just like what Mu Zheng said, he wants to win. My dad always said that I am a bit soft, and my actions are not straightforward. Today is my weakness. My dad likes that kind of toughness and heart." He doesn’t care even if he’s a little aggressive.” Mingming shrugged, “I can’t be really aggressive, let alone dirty. I’m afraid of hurting others.”

"If he concentrates on playing the guitar, I will like him more." Mi Le's answer is quite interesting.

Later, I should talk to Boss Ye and let Mi Le play next time.

"So where's Ke Ke?" Ye Ruiyang came to ask me.

me?

Just now Mu Zheng and Mingming both said that Huang Minxue really wanted to win.Yes, he plays to win.Why do I play football?Because of strings.I didn't think much about winning or losing, and I didn't have much heart. At that time, I just wanted to play with my brother.Maybe he even quarreled with him, saying that he insisted on dragging his brother along just to satisfy his hobbies.What did he say, as if he wanted to fight with me?Yes, probably.Playing football is a brother thing, he wanted us both together, so I went.Fighting together, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose?He probably really wanted to win, and often got himself injured and had me rub him with iodine.

Doesn't he want to win if I'm not there?probably not.But maybe he wants to win with me more.At least when I played with him, I gradually started to think so.

Come to think of it, in one game, an opponent really shoveled when he was dribbling the ball.So far, all of our games have banned tackles. Those who have not received professional training often hurt people with tackles. What’s more, they may retaliate against their opponents in the name of tackles. Examples are not uncommon.It was a horrible scene. I saw Xianxian being shoveled into the air, as if hit by a speeding car, and then fell to the ground uncontrollably.Although he said afterwards that he jumped to escape, but seeing this situation, my brain went blank, like an empty river bed.Everyone was stunned, even the opponent who was shoveling, but Xianxian who fell down immediately got up, as if nothing had happened, and chased the rolling ball alone.It's a set of moves so complete and decisive that there is no connection, it seems that he is ready to get up and continue to chase the ball when he is in the air, and it doesn't even seem to consider that he will be injured or unable to get up.

Only then did the referee stop the game and show a red card to the tackler.And it was only at this time that I thought of rushing forward.So, I gave him a push, and everyone gathered to fight...

After the game, he came to us to apologize, saying that he only wanted to fight for the ball, and he didn't want to hurt anyone, and he was overheated.Before that, he had been scolded and cried by the coach.

I don't accept an apology.It should be like this.

"I don't accept it. He doesn't really want to win or be tough in this style. I don't like it." I think I said this clearly and clearly, without any hesitation.

"Huh? It seems that Ke Ke, you are very 'idealistic'." Ye Ruiyang was a little surprised.

"What is 'very idealistic'?" Miller asked.

"Is it just a little inflexible? I often hear adults say that, and sometimes I am also told that. I watch a lot of football games and basketball games, and many players are not 'idealistic'. They are like Huang Minxue, in order to win All means can be used. It is to use the rules very reasonably and exploit the loopholes of the rules. Deliberately commit fouls, provoke the opponent, make the opponent lose control of his emotions, and make small moves behind his back... Some people may disdain these methods, but if these players win the championship , not too many people will remember their actions and maybe think they did a good job."

"That's so boring." Zhang Taotao said.

"But today's sports are very utilitarian. If you win the championship, you have everything, and if you don't win it, you are nothing. Who cares who the morality award is given to? Everyone only knows who the champion is. So since ancient times, the finals have no names. In recent years, many key games have been very ugly or even dirty, with constant conflicts. Whether the game is exciting or not, and whether the players have morality, these seem to be unimportant. The important thing is whether the team you support can win."

"No wonder my dad said that campus sports are purer."

"If a player always follows the rules one by one, it may be too rigid. For example, if the referee makes a misjudgment in our favor, I will not point out this mistake."

"But I still remember, my dad told me that there were a few players who deliberately missed the penalty that the referee misjudged for their own side. It's called sportsmanship."

"Yes, but generally only the leading side or the winner will show sportsmanship or gentlemanly demeanor. If in the final, we are eager to tie the score, it is really difficult for me not to think about our collective interests..."

"But is that right?"

"Listen to his nonsense, advance to the school team, and then talk about the finals and not the finals."

"That's right. Everyone is a bit selfish. But it's not good to take advantage of selfishness and laugh at those who are not so selfish..."

"It doesn't mean that. I admire those people who have faith. They are all good. There should be such people in the world, but it is difficult for me to do it myself. Think about it, how many teams will have no Reserving all-out attack, just to play wonderfully, and don’t care about the results? If you play well but can’t win a few games, the fans probably won’t pay for it, right? More people would like to win ugly rather than lose brilliantly. We have to bow our heads to reality of……"

"Hey, you sound like your father when you say that."

"Pull it down, I'm not like him!"

"If you really bow your head to reality, you shouldn't be talking about it here. Hurry up and study hard, don't think about watching and playing football all day long, and don't do your job. You are still thinking about summer vacation, the basic knowledge is not solid, and the motivation Insufficient, if this continues..."

"Li Baichuan, don't talk like my father!"

"So boss, do you think you and Huang Minxue are the same kind of people?" Taotao asked after being silent for a long time.

"Do I have a bottom line better than him? Have I actively provoked others?"

"Come on, how sweet it is to say, you have the heart but not the guts..."

We are still discussing. "Idealism," I heard that word again this week at a literary club event.Not counting the self-introduction when I joined the club last week, this is the first official activity of the literature club.In the first half of each week, a classmate recommends a work in the club class, everyone discusses it, and the teacher comments on it.The second half of class is for other activities.

The classmate who made the recommendation talked about "Don Quixote". She said that Don Quixote is an idealist—even though he is a lunatic, he wears a basin and thinks it is a helmet, and regards a frail old horse as a tall and tall horse. The mount, who regards the shrew who raises pigs as a sweetheart who is as beautiful as a fairy, is completely divorced from reality and lives in fantasy.But people shouldn't laugh at him.The great German poet Heine read this book when he was a child, and he was very happy.After middle age, he went through ups and downs, and rereading this book, he burst into tears and regarded Don Quixote as a hero.There is also a kind of nobility behind Don Quixote's absurdity and eccentricity. He has no selfishness and is not an egoist. He fights for the ideal of fairness and justice, and resolutely rushes towards the giant windmill.Even if it is unrealistic, it is still admirable.

"'Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds'".During the discussion, I couldn't help thinking of this sentence and said it.The club instructor Mr. Zhou seemed very happy after hearing this, and asked me if I would be behind my back.I shook my head and said that I knew these two sentences, but she still praised me and told everyone that this is Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteous Qi".

After the club get out of class, I met Ye Ruiyang who was wearing sneakers at the door of the class.He asked me why I didn't try out for the varsity team.Only then did I know that the football club is the school team, and if you want to join the school team, you must first join the football club.He said it's okay, this year's recruitment is not full, and there is only one new goalkeeper.

Know who it is without asking.

"Has Huang Min studied?"

"Go, he and Mu Zheng are both here."

Kind of bad.But I still called my sister and asked her how to switch agencies.

I actually quite like the literary club.When I chose a club in the first week of school, I was directly dragged to the literature club by my sister. It was a small club with only a dozen people.The cousin said that the number of people in the literature club is limited, and Mr. Zhou's club never has more than 20 people.

The name of the literary club is very special, called "Cazador", like the name of a European football team.In the first club class, the president said that she was in a fog when she joined the club, and then introduced to us the origin of the club name: "Gazadore" was created by the seniors who founded the club 20 years ago, and it is Spanish , has many meanings, one of which is 'hunter' and the other is 'light cavalry'.So our club publication was called "The Hunter and the Hussar", and the name of the society has remained--"The Hunter and the Hussar Literary Society" would be too long, and people might think it was the shooting team or the guard.

After the president finished speaking, Teacher Zhou went on to say that when she took over the club, she was also confused because of its name, but she thought our predecessors had a good name.She gave several examples. First, it was an Italian writer named Italo Calvino. When he gave lectures at Harvard University, the first lecture was to talk about the attribute of "lightness" in literature.Teacher Zhou said that the name "Lightness" and "Light Cavalry" are still a good match.There is also a Frenchman named Giorno who wrote a novel called "The Hussars on the Roof".A good hunter needs exploration, precision and perseverance, and closeness to nature.The great Russian writer Turgenev wrote "Hunter's Notes", and the tough guy Hemingway who wrote "The Old Man and the Sea" even hunted lions in Africa.The hunter's spirit is also what a writer needs to possess.Teacher Zhou said that whoever has the qualities of a hunter and a light cavalry will definitely be an interesting person in life.

"You have to be more light-hearted, don't be in a daze all day." My cousin smiled at me after hearing this, and I remained expressionless as usual.

After the president and the teacher finished speaking, each student was asked to introduce himself, talk about the reasons for coming to the literature club, and tell everyone about his favorite author's works.Everyone spoke one by one, and the reason for coming to the club is nothing more than the love of literature.The works they mentioned are also those that junior high school students have basically read, such as "Robinson Crusoe", "Charlotte's Web", "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" and so on.

"I don't have a favorite book yet, because I haven't read much. I recently read Chekhov's novels, and I feel that "The House with a Loft" and "The Bishop" are very well written." My sister mentioned a Russian writer .

"I have also read Chekhov, "Vanka" and "Chameleon". He is really good at writing short stories." A classmate continued.

"What do you think is so good about "House with a Loft"?" Mr. Zhou asked.

"It's poetic." My sister said, "elbowed" me, "Okay, it's your turn."

"Hi everyone." I stood up, and everyone was stunned.Teacher Zhou said that there is no need to stand, but to sit and talk.

Everyone didn't stand just now, you lost your mind again.My sister didn't say anything, but her eyes told me.

"I'm Ke Peiwei from the third class of junior high school. I came to the literature club because... because she forced me to come." I used my head to let everyone know who did the good deed.

"Don't be afraid, you can go." Teacher Zhou said.

"No, no, I'm still very happy to stay here." I shook my head quickly, feeling that the joke was too big and wrong, and my sister gave me a glare, "My favorite book is, it is... "Reminiscence Like Water" "Years"."

"Huh?" My sister's gaze changed immediately.

"Huh? Has Peve read this novel? How many volumes are there?"

"There should be six volumes? No, no, it's seven volumes!" I remembered, and I counted together with Xianxian in the bookstore, "I haven't finished reading it, it's too long, I only read Chapter 1 of the first volume. Chapter [-] A volume seems to be called "Over at Swann's House"?"

"That's right, there are seven volumes, and the first volume is "Over the Swann's House." I think Mr. Zhou nodded approvingly, "Why do you like this novel? Do you think mentioning this novel will make people feel uncomfortable?" Very different?"

"No... I think it's a little difficult to understand, and I don't understand it too much. But just reading what the author wrote is like walking in another world, sinking into the sea or thick fog. There are After reading the place, I still want to cry inexplicably, or feel that I have to write something quickly, but I don’t know how to write. I haven’t experienced the life written by this author, but after reading it, I feel that I Sometimes I feel the same as him."

Somehow, I talked a lot.

"Very good. Let me say a few more words. "Reminiscence of Things Past" is the work of the French writer Marcel Proust. Proust was weak and sick since he was a child, and he had severe asthma, so he was very sensitive and couldn't stand lights and smells. and voice. It is very difficult for him to sit in a small meeting room in the library and talk about literature in the sun like we do today, but shut himself in the room all year round to write "Reminiscences of Things Past". Actually The name of this work is a free translation, and the literal translation is "Looking for Lost Time". At the beginning of the novel, the protagonist lies on a dark bed and recalls his childhood, and the writer in pain wants to use writing to regain the beauty of the past, so as to overcome death and forgetting."

"Can man really conquer death?" I asked.

"You will understand after reading this work." The teacher smiled, "However, you don't have to read it. The novel is too long, but life is rich, and you can find the answer from it."

Really?Time has passed, what else can be left for me?Maybe it's just debris scattered all over the place.

"My pen name is Mercedes, but it has nothing to do with cars, I just like the name. You can call me Meme. My favorite work is "The Little Prince" because its illustrations are beautiful..."

The students behind were still introducing themselves, and my thoughts drifted to other places.

(End of this chapter)