Few people remember the name of the second fool. This nickname followed him like a shadow and never left. His surname is Yu, and he is the brother of my primary school classmate. He is one year older than us, but he is very old. Less than forty years old, he looks like an old man, and his face is full of stories. Every time I meet him on the road, he always grins. He likes to ignore me when I talk to him, as if he didn't hear anything, and then turn around and leave.
He wasn't like this when he was a child, absolutely not. At that time, we often mixed together, fishing in the river, climbing trees to catch birds, chasing rabbits in the mountains, stealing corn in the fields and doing all kinds of things that bored adults. We are well aware of the wildness of children in the mountains. Although he sometimes says things upside down and does strange things, who doesn't do this for children who haven't gone to school yet?
He studied a year before me.
He and the children sit in the classroom, everyone has classes, class breaks, then classes, then classes, and so on. However, after a while, he showed his uniqueness. When someone else has finished learning the Pinyin Table, he can only write down one o e i u ü. When others can skillfully calculate the addition and subtraction within 20, he still needs to break his fingers when calculating 3+6. He is the last in every exam, and his score has never exceeded double digits. That silly boy from the bottom will never allow others to compare them. He felt ashamed.
He is the only one in his class. He is the only one in our school.
Later he became my classmate. He failed.
His condition remains unchanged. He got single digits and came last. He is not tall and should have sat near the blackboard, but the teacher put him in the last row of the classroom. The teacher disturbed him. Students often make fun of him They invented all kinds of jingles to laugh at him. He grinned and didn't care.
At the end of that semester, his mother took him home. He dropped out of school.
Since then, there has been one less student in the school and one more laborer in the field. On the way to school, we often see him following his father. His father is pushing a cart, and he is pushing a car. They walked in tandem. The setting sun is still bright, and their backs are dim.
Since then, the names of "two fools" have been attached to him, and he has become an alien in the eyes of children. We point at him, avoid him like a plague, laugh and tell all kinds of stupid things he has done and said, and mentioning him at any time can always bring us a lot of happiness.
Because of his brother, we children often visit his house. His father is an honest man, quiet, hardworking and capable, and his mother is a beautiful daughter-in-law in the village. She is very kind to us. No matter how crazy we are, she never blushes.
Outside his house is an open field, with all kinds of fruit trees and many sundries. It is a good place for fun. We rolled on the ground, walked through the haystacks made of corn stalks and jumped on the wheat stalks. Whenever this time, the two fools always copy their hands and look at them from a distance, with a smile on their lips.
Under people's eyes and ridicule, he became withdrawn and unsociable, and gradually he became a real fool. He is lonely and aloof, and his stupid smile is his label. No matter what he does, everyone thinks it is a joke, and people gradually ignore his existence.
After I entered junior high school, the burden of study became heavier and heavier. I put away my stubbornness and all kinds of distractions and try to be a good student. I put all my time and energy into books, and my life circle began to narrow. I gradually ignored those people before, ignored those things before, but a lot of news will still get into my ears from time to time.
Idiot is lame.
At that time, life in the countryside was inconvenient, and there was no solar energy and water heater. Bathing is a big problem for every household. The usual practice is to boil a pot of boiling water and scrub it bit by bit at home. This kind of bath is very restrained and not enjoyable. Only in summer can this problem be solved.
There are many rivers around the village, and there are also many places suitable for bathing. During the day, men bathe there, and at night, it becomes a paradise for women. Everyone is determined not to interfere with each other. This practice has been used.
It is said that the second fool ran to the woman's bathing place in the dark that day and poked his head out. After being discovered, he didn't run. He stayed there, laughing and dancing. Those women went crazy and punched and kicked him, leaving his left leg disabled. Up to now, he is limping.
Later, I went to high school, went to college, graduated, got married, and had children, and I have been drifting away. Those people in my hometown are drifting away from me. Every time I go home to visit my relatives, I always walk around the village and have a look on the spot. It is difficult for me and my young children to be together. Like me, they live in the town, work hard outside and live a caring life.
But every time he meets two idiots, his life circle never leaves the village. He walked back and forth in the field, in front of his house and behind it, unchanged for decades. He is like a frog in a well. The world he can see is only the size of a village.
The world is wonderful, it changes rapidly and strangely. It is full of all kinds of people and strange things are happening. Everyone laughs at others and is laughed at by others. The world is also very helpless. There are too many things that bother us and too many emotions that make us sad, but these beautiful and helpless things are irrelevant to the two fools. He dragged his lame leg from east to west and from south to north. He smiled foolishly, without worry or sadness. He lived in his own world and lived himself.