倔丫丫隨筆
隨想隨寫
如今的電影電視以及其他的文藝作品中，每當寫到同桌，表現的基本上都是兩個情竇初開的男女生之間的朦朧情愫。而我這裏寫的小學同桌，沒有什麽心動也沒有什麽心跳，有的僅僅是些小男生和小女生的打打鬧鬧，青澀的不能再青澀的兒童時光。
在安源小學的五年期間，我們每個學期都要重新安排座位。最初是男生女生都按照高矮由矮到高的排成一排，讓後走進教室由前往後依次坐下。我們也有過男生和女生各排一隊，一個男生一個女生成為同桌。我們也有過把學習好的同學與學習差的同學變成同桌，以達到先進幫後進的效果。總之我們的小學同桌太多了，有男生有女生。
我小學二年級的時候，我的同桌是張旭，一個文文靜靜的小女生。我之所以對她記憶深刻，除了我們是好朋友而外，還有就是她的彩色鉛筆給我留下了太美好的記憶。我小的時候，非常喜歡畫畫，在班上算是畫的好的了，教畫畫的張老師很喜歡我。張老師每次都是教我們先用鉛筆畫，然後才用彩色筆塗顏色。我們那時的彩色筆不像如今這樣豐富多彩，大家用的都是蠟筆。當時的蠟筆是小包裝，一小包有十二支約兩寸長的彩色蠟筆，價值人民幣六分錢。同學們基本上用的都是這種蠟筆。蠟筆的質量很差，著色是很難均勻的，所以我不太喜歡用蠟筆著色。而張旭當初有一包彩色的鉛筆，用那種鉛筆著色畫出來的畫就漂亮多了。張旭總是會把她的彩色鉛筆給我用。
張旭的媽媽是中學老師，能訂閱些隻有老師才能訂的兒童畫報。每次有新的兒童畫報，她都會把畫報帶到學校來和我分享。我當時雖說喜歡玩，但是學習很好，她的媽媽是支持張旭和我玩的。我是班上少有的可以經常去她家玩的同學。她家住的漂亮而且安靜的四合院全都留在了我的腦海裏。可是上三年級時，她就轉學走了。我和她僅僅同學一年，但我認定她是我的好朋友。大概是四年級或是五年級，我還去找過她。隻是後來大家學習都忙，我們小時候的情誼再沒有被連接上。她可愛的模樣和文文靜靜的氣質永遠地被定格在少年。不知道她現在過的好不好？
住我家隔壁的小萍也曾經是我的同桌。我和她用家鄉話來說就是毛根朋友，從小一起長大。她家有三姐妹，她是老幺且在家中是最受寵的那個孩子。真真的應了民間的那句話：皇帝愛長子百姓愛幺兒。小萍長得極其漂亮而且乖巧，因為媽媽的寵愛，也有點嬌生慣養。她雖說有兩個姐姐，但是她媽媽總還是會給她做新衣服穿，這在當時可算是奢侈的了。不僅如此，她媽媽還給她做了一雙棉手套，這個棉手套連拇指都沒有分開，其實就是兩個圓的棉套子。用一根棉帶把兩個棉套子連起來，然後再掛在脖子上，用起來又方便又暖和。隻是有關這個手套發生的事卻讓我記憶猶新。
小萍幸得媽媽的寵愛，她的媽媽有時會給她些零花錢。那天，小萍用了五分錢，在上學的路上去小賣部買了一包葵瓜子，大概就是一兩左右。平常她要買了瓜子她會把瓜子放在衣服兜裏，那天她把瓜子放在了她的棉手套裏了。上課了，小萍還是想著她的瓜子，所以她就偷偷地吃瓜子。我們上課時是不能開小差吃東西的。我們的語文老師萬老師發現她在吃東西，用眼睛盯了她，可她還是吃，萬老師沒有辦法，就去看她的包裏到底有些什麽東西，結果什麽都沒有發現。老師轉過身去，她又在那裏吃，嗑的一聲，又聽見響聲了。老師就在那琢磨，她的東西到底會在什麽地方。來回兩三次最後才在她的手套裏發現了端倪。小萍也用棉手套和我們萬老師鬥智鬥勇了一次。
和我同桌過的男生有很多，到底和哪些同學同桌過也記得不完全了。雖說有些同桌都已經忘了，但是還是忘不掉的是同桌之間的事。
毛毛蟲事件是哪位同桌幹的，我記不清楚了，但那個事件卻曆曆在目。記得那是個五六月份的時候，綠樹成蔭，學校校隔壁的交通大隊的樹枝透過高高的窗戶，伸進了我們的教室。課間的時候，我們女孩子跑到教室外麵去玩我們的遊戲去了。等我回到教室時，看見了在我課桌上放著的毛毛蟲，當場就被嚇哭了。結果是一幫小男生在那裏哈哈笑，你說可惡不可惡？！老師進了教室，才讓男生把毛毛蟲給挪走了。
當我的同桌是男生的時候，我也有我們女生最常常遇到的就是三八線的問題。那些能量沒有地方消耗的小男生，上課不認真聽講，卻有時間在桌子上畫什麽三八線。這條三八線把雙人的課桌一分為二，隻要是我的手臂不小心跨過了三八線，我的同桌就會使勁地把我的手臂推開，把我的手臂弄疼。搞不明白同桌為啥不能專心聽課，卻能全神貫注的盯著他畫的所謂的三八線。
你說他們有時間畫什麽三八線，哪裏還有時間聽課。老師讓做作業的時候，什麽都不會，此時就會可憐巴巴的央求我把作業拿給他看。“沒有三八線，你想過多少就是多少！”說的可好聽了。男生不收拾東西，東西到處亂扔，找不到橡皮擦和筆的時候，都是他告饒說好話的時候。但是一旦不需要幫助的時候，那三八線立馬就出現的。可氣的很！算了，跟他算賬哪裏算的清？
順便再說說坐在我後麵的男生，雖說不是我的同桌，但是也是害我不少的。一旦不高興，不知那股神經發了，就使勁的把他的桌子往前擠，擠的來我幾乎是前胸貼在我的課桌，後背貼在他的課桌，擠得來讓我動彈不得。尤其是我後麵坐的是班上的小霸王那就真是可慘了。老師看見了，會讓男生把課桌挪回去點，那沒有看見的時間呢？
另外一個就是後麵的男生使勁的抓住你的辮子。每次上課，我們一看見老師進教室，大家都要起立，等老師進了教室後老師讓坐下我們才坐下。當時我有兩條長長的及腰的辮子，如果被後麵的男生抓住，猛然起立的時候，毫無防備，頭皮就會被扯的生疼，脖子還會突然地往後仰。非常生氣地轉過頭去盯那個男生時，他早已放手，還裝著若無其事的樣子看著別的地方，好像與他一點關係都沒有。可惡的小男生！
小男生的惡作劇，在當時是氣憤，到如今卻是回憶。一群少不更事的孩子！
I want to thank you for the article (小學時同桌的你). It brought up a lot memories –
During my time in elementary school (late 60's), there were not much things worth in memory other than the whole school pupils were frequently gathered together and went to street to celebrate for some newly issued "the latest instruction from the highest superior". For those who had lived through the Cultural Revolution time would know exactly what I referred to.
Except, I always remember the one who sat next to me.
As you stated, all pupils were set as one row for boys and the next row for girls. There were two pupils shared one desk. This was for the fact that, back then, there was absolutely no communication between boys and girls. Teachers took advantage of this “social phenomenon” for the purpose of reducing activities during the class time. The so-called 3-8 line was a very common among the pupils who shared the same desk.
Yet, for whatever the reason was, I never had a 3-8 line between myself and the girl who sat next to me. And perhaps for the same reason, I got along with this girl pretty well. We talked to each, not really in the open, but rather quietly. She told me that her father was a military officer (a Colonel) before the Cultural Revolution where had eliminated all ranks in the whole army. But she kept her father's patches. She lived with her grandmother. It was in the second floor at the street near吳凇路 and 糖沽路.
We set in the last row because we were among the tallest kids in the class. She had two neat ponytails with jet-black and natural curled hair. Her eyes were soft with long eyelashes, so beautiful especially when she was smiling. She sat next to the window seat. In the morning, whenever sun came out, she would be showered by the sunshine. Sitting next to her, I often admired her image wrapping up with golden sunshine.
One day, during a writing essay class, my damn fountain-pen was out of ink. She noticed and offered some ink from her fountain-pen (a fashion designed pen, shape like a modem "hotwater bottle", very popular in that time). It was a very nature thing to do between two pupils in nowadays; however, one boy saw this and instantly the whole class was roaring. I was furious at that boy and the whole class - what the fuck you're looking at? As we all know now, it was a ridiculously bizarre and twisted time period.
Later on, in 5th grade, she was transferred to another school. We never see each other again. For a long period of time, I was depressed and lost. I miss her.
Her name is 王凱麗
The name of the school is 上海虹口區第四中心小學 (昆山中學的前身）
I sincerely wish her all well.
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