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Treat scars as dimples, treat scars as dimples.

Author: Vae

I stretched myself and looked at the dark day outside the window. It's going to rain, and it's near dusk.

In a good mood. Yes, I moved.

There is a book in front of the desk, and the title of one chapter is "Treating scars as dimples". Just as I was about to read the content behind this title, my father told me to go out and find a garbage collector. There are a bunch of useless old things at home.

After going downstairs, I walked on an extremely ordinary street. Vulgar people despised by some elegant people gathered in this street, first five food stalls, then a row of food stalls, and then the farmer's market. These people are really vulgar sometimes, for example, their tricycle hits you without saying sorry, but with a strange smile; For example, when you bargain with them when you buy something, in the end they will say proudly, I won't sell it. Later, I gradually realized that the former is because they haven't learned the complicated polite expressions in the city, so they can only smile apologetically, but this kind of smile was met with the upturned corners of the mouth and arrogant eyes of the city people, so this kind of smile suddenly went bad; The latter is easier to understand, because the city people's price reduction has exceeded the bottom line they accept.

An old man walked slowly past me. Holding the dog in one hand and rubbing the fitness ball in the other, his back is stubborn and straight, and his eyes reveal a humorous smile.

The meaning of this smile is silently interpreted by this ordinary street.

I finally found the garbage collector here. The old man's hair is all white. Seldom have I seen such a pure white one. A kind feeling pervaded his face. Behind him, leisurely followed by a child, this is the grandson of the old man.

It was getting darker and darker, and some raindrops began to fall on our faces. The three of us walked silently and never spoke again.

Go home. The old man told the child to wait and then went upstairs with me. I found the old man's shoes dirty when I entered the door. I don't want him to bring dirty things into my new home. The old man seemed to understand, took off his shoes and came in barefoot. Although it is early autumn, the weather is getting cold.

Father asked him to sit for a while, then went into the room to sort out the garbage, leaving me alone in the living room to accompany him. I suddenly remembered that there was a class at night, so I left the old man and went to my room to get dressed.

Then get ready to go. I think I should put on my watch. A middle school student's time, if not cherished, can easily slip away from his fingertips.

By this time, the old man had packed his things, paid the money and was ready to go. Father saw that it was raining heavily outside and asked him to have a rest. He didn't refuse, so he chatted casually with his father.

His grandson's parents died. Grandson is eight years old and has not yet gone to school. At this point, they haven't eaten yet.

Tolstoy said that happy families are always similar, and each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. I think it's the opposite. Wealthy families can create different environments, so they are diverse; Unfortunate families are always similar, because they are all single.

I was looking for my watch when they said these words. I hate to think so. The old man took my watch. Because there are two evidences: first, I remember that my watch was placed next to the chair where the old man was sitting; Secondly, something shiny appeared in the old man's trouser pocket. I think it's my tape!

I don't despise the poor, but if the poor don't respect themselves, we don't have to pity them. I have no time to wait. Thinking of this, I said with great grace, grandpa, please give me my watch back.

I think this is the most euphemistic sentence I have ever said in my life, which can minimize the harm to him. I did this because I thought he might have just stolen something in a moment of confusion, so that we wouldn't have to fight.

The old man looked at me, sad silence. I think he must be ashamed that his crime was exposed.

However, my dad didn't understand what I meant and asked me, what are you talking about? I repeated it calmly.

Father told me to shut up. Then he asked me to get his bag. I know things may change a little subtly.

Open my bag, my watch. It turned out that my dad saw my watch at work today, so he took it to the watch shop to change the battery.

Why did I think so rashly that the old man took the watch away? I said I don't despise them, but I still can't trust them in my bones. Yes, I am a gentleman's belly with a mean heart.

Just as I was about to apologize, the old man smiled. This humorous smile is familiar. I don't know why he laughed. The meaning of this smile was silently annotated by his hand reaching into his trouser pocket. What he took out was not the "strap" I thought, but a stainless steel spoon!

I don't know how much my words hurt him For a poor man, the biggest insult is that he used improper means to get rid of poverty.

However, my injury to him was turned into a smile by him.

I haven't read the article "Treating scars as dimples", but I found the best explanation.

It rained harder and harder, and the grandparents and grandchildren pushed the car all the way. A precocious star rose in the sky, and that night, I watched everything quietly behind the curtain and couldn't bear to come.

When Vae was a student, he was good at writing. At that time, he published more than 20 large and small works in publications such as Germination, Children's Literature and Youth Literature. When he was a sophomore, he wrote an essay "Treating scars as dimples". "At that time, it was only because of interest that it was posted on his personal homepage." But what he didn't expect was that this exercise was later used as a reading comprehension test by the Jiangsu college entrance examination Chinese simulation paper.

The following is Yu's "Treating scars as dimples". What Vae saw that year was the name of this article, which was selected from Escape 15.

The full text is as follows:

Visiting friends in Amman, the road name and house number are useless, no one remembers, only what community and what kind of house. If you want to post a letter, send it to the post office box. This casual state is related to the Arab character.

But in this case, we are going to visit Mr. Kuai's home, so we must ask him to lead the way in person. His home is in the embassy district of the Third Ring Road in Amman. The car went uphill and downhill around many curves. Mr. Kuai said "Here we are". Chen Luyu and I just got off the bus when we saw a woman in red. She is Mrs. Kuai, whose real name is Du Meiru. No one would have thought that she was 7 1 years old.

They live in an old-fashioned apartment on the second floor, which is really humble, just like an old man in China who is still busy anywhere outside, but when I look up, the paintings and calligraphy hanging everywhere are everyone's masterpieces. Several plates of cakes have been placed in the reception room, but Arabic tea has been poured.

Ms Du Meiru is enthusiastic and talkative. When Chen Luyu called her aunt, she was so happy that she kept her mouth shut. She was born in Shanghai and didn't leave until she was 20 years old. I asked her which apartment the Du family lived in Shanghai. She took out a photo and pointed it out carefully. When I saw it, it was the one near the east on the seventh floor of the VIP building of Shanghai Jinjiang Hotel. As it happens, Chen Luyu was born in Shanghai, so there are many words from Shanghainese in their conversation. We are interested in, of course, something about her early life with her father; What she is interested in is that Shanghai dialect, which has not been spoken for 50 years, can be revived today and will last for a long time.

The following is part of her conversation. Now many readers who don't know Du Fu and his era probably don't understand him at all, but I really can't bear to listen to an old China woman ramble about an old China family in the desert between the Mediterranean and the two river basins.

"My mother married her father in 1928. Before marriage, there were Mrs. Shen, Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Sun in the front building of Wagner Niludu Mansion, and only Mrs. Sun in the front building was officially married. She found my unmarried mother and said that those two on the second and third floors had been bullying her. In order to vent her anger, she will take her official birthright as a gift. My mother is so young and famous, and she also pays attention to birthright. 193 1 year, the Dujia ancestral temple in Gao Qiao, Pudong was completed, which caused a sensation in the whole city. My mother insists that when the whole family pays homage to their ancestors, she takes the lead. I was two years old that year, and my mother gave birth to four, and I was the oldest. When I arrived in Taiwan Province Province, the Chiang family only recognized the Du family as our room.

"Father is very strict, and our children have to make an appointment for approval when they see him. The meeting mainly asked about reading, and then gave fifty old legal tender. So, in my mind, he is very abstract, not a father. The father's educational function is borne by the mother, and the mother's parenting function is borne by the aunt. Later, in middle school, if there were foreign guests at home, my father would let me come out and give a welcome speech in English. Sometimes you are suddenly called away from class. My family is a distinguished guest, and my father asked me to accompany his daughter. My mother has repeatedly told me never to rely on my father's name, except the word Adu, which doesn't matter much. Otherwise, how can I live in the future? This has a great influence on my life. Later, he repeatedly fled and drifted, and even beggars survived.

"My father is getting busy and sees many guests every day. It was not until1May, 949 19 that I hurried from Shanghai to Hong Kong by boat. I can already see the PLA's actions on the ship. He also took a closer look at a textile factory by the Huangpu River, where his mother used to work when she was young. In Hong Kong, his health has been poor. He needed oxygen because of severe asthma, but he refused to wear a mask. We sprayed him with oxygen pipes. His mother asked him what he wanted most now, and he said he hoped Dong could come and talk. Dong is Meng Xiaodong, and his mother agreed. My father also asked me about it, and I said that the daughter is the younger generation, and I can't control it. Later, he married Meng Xiaodong. After his father died, Meng Xiaodong only got $20,000. Meng Xiaodong said, "How can this be enough ..."

Chen Luyu interrupted, let's talk about something pleasant, such as how did you two meet?

Now the two old people are laughing, but Ms. Du Meiru is still saying, "It was 1955, and it's time to get married. Several Shanghai girls went to Chiayi in the south to play, attended a dance and got to know him. But I am nearsighted, afraid to wear glasses and can't see clearly. I only heard a female companion tell me quietly that a good face is the best and she helped me pull it. I pulled it wrong. I pulled a man who danced with my wife ... of course, I finally met the white face and met several times. He summoned up the courage to propose to my mother, but he faltered. I didn't expect her to speak first, saying that she would get married if she took a fancy. It turned out that she secretly made an investigation ... "

Mr. Kuai finally inserted a sentence: "My wife's greatest advantage is that she can adapt to all kinds of bad situations, including me."

"Yes," Ms. Du said with a smile, "I had a serious car accident. My bone was broken and I lost a lot of blood, but in the end I found that the injured part of my face turned into a big dimple! " As soon as we looked at it, sure enough, this "dimple" shook unnaturally in her hearty laughter.

She hasn't been back to Shanghai for more than 50 years, and she has no plans to go back at present, but the reason for not going back is in authentic Shanghai words: "Don't be tired of living here." The word "anaerobic" is difficult to translate. She said that there were only two things left in her heart. First, both husband and wife are over age. Who should I give the China restaurant to? Their children have no interest in it; Second, I just want to find my son a wife from China, preferably from Shanghai, but I don't know where to choose. She solemnly entrusted me with the second thing.

I looked at the old couple who suddenly got serious and felt that they actually had a lot of troubles, but they had long adhered to a principle: treat all scars as dimples.

The wine is a little bitter, there is not much left.

I wish them a long life, and I wish Chinese restaurants in Jordan a few more years.

1999 1 1 5th, I stayed at awad Hotel in Amman.

The article "Treating Scars as Dimples" was later used as a reading comprehension test for the simulated Chinese test paper of the college entrance examination in Jiangsu Province.

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