text / François Truffaut
/ Cao Yu, Nan Yu
One day, a classroom in the boys' middle school was taking an ancient history class.
At first glance, the students are immersed in their studies: some are constantly biting pens; some are so serious that they stick out their tongues. At this moment, the platen of a desk was slightly lifted. A boy drew a picture from the platen. The picture shows a second-rate movie star wearing a bathing suit. He passed the photo to the classmates in the front seat, so this star photo started his journey in the classroom.
The male teacher watched the children's unruly behavior silently.
(Voiceover): "'We bid farewell to our childhood, but lost our "blissful life"'. This is a fictionalized by the old people. If the memories of our school days without fun make us feel like sitting on pins and needles, then what they said How can "Elysium Life" convince us eighteen-year-old boys?... How many times have we been blamed, saying that we are like the devil and cannot sit still in our seats!"
This student, Antoine Leona remembers clearly that this era is totally unfair to him..." The
photo was passed to Antoine's hands, and he drew a mustache on the photo.
Teacher: Leona! What are you holding in your hand? …Hand it in! The
child stood up unhappily and gave the photo to the teacher.
Teacher: Very good, nothing to say! (Continue to look at the photo) Stand in the corner! (Suck the photo in your pocket) You understand Yeah, Leona, this is enough to deprive you of the right to be on the Hall of Fame.
He checked his watch and said to the class, "There is one minute left! "The
whole class: Ah!
Teacher: Be quiet!
(Voiceover): "I feel distressed facing my own test paper. I hate the ancient history of the world, but I still have a good impression of the history of other times. "
Lenan made a gesture to Antoine that he could not help.
(Voiceover): "The teacher didn't like this course, which was hard to get the teaching effect. In addition to teaching French, he had to teach this ancient history of the world. He was very dissatisfied with this, so he took us Come out and ask us to complete endless written assignments on small papers. As a result, he got the nickname "small paper"."
Teacher: (looks at his watch) 30 seconds to collect the small papers .
The whole class made a slight protest.
Teacher: Be quiet!
He walked back and forth in the classroom, occasionally casting a vigilant look at Antoine.
(Voiceover): (in a low voice) "'In this school you were kicked out of the school, and you would never be regarded as a hero.' Antoine hears this repetition in the school song every day."
Teacher: The leader of each platoon, ready to collect!
Voice of the students: Teacher! ——Yeah, teacher! ——No, teacher!
Teacher: I count to ten and hand them all in! One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six...
Suddenly, Renan was inspired to write quickly.
Teacher: Seven...eight...nine...ten! receive!
The platoon leader hurriedly received the homework.
(Voiceover): "Bertrand Mullis is a famous hardworking student. He pounced at me like a hungry wolf pounced on a lamb."
Renan: Take someone else's first!
Mullis: No, hand it in!
Renan: Wait a minute! ...
Teacher: What's wrong there?
Mullis: He doesn't want to hand in his homework, teacher!
Teacher: No mercy to anyone!
Mullis: Hey, hand it in!
He snatched the small paper from Renan, and it was marked with a long ink mark.
Renan: (intentionally vaguely scolding) Beast! Flattery!
Renan and Antoine exchanged opinions with each other with facial expressions and gestures. It was obvious that they didn't care about Mliss who got "completely depraved".
Teacher: Have you handed it in?
Leaders of each platoon: Yes, teacher, they are all handed in!
Teacher: Okay, you can rest.
The students rushed outside, and Antoine wanted to follow along.
Teacher: No, sorry, classmate! ...I don't know how your school rules, but I think the break between classes is a reward. Whoever hasn't finished his homework, don't think about taking a break.
The teacher walked out of the classroom and locked the door with him. Antoine was furious and walked back to the corner.
After a while, he took a pencil from his pocket and wrote on the wall, stopping occasionally to consider the use of words.
"Using papers to punish me unfairly,
although it doesn't say a word..." Less
nonsense...-Antoine said softly. He checked the rhythm of poetry continued to write:
Poor Antoine here suffer Yeah,
now he vowed to relentlessly:
tooth for a tooth, an eye for an ......
his hook to "tit for tat", the last sentence converted:
an eye for an Eye, tooth for tooth!
He walked to the window and looked out at the campus.
campus. The released students were playing freely, talking, laughing, and arguing.
A coin of fifty francs face value is inserted side down on the ground near the wall, whoever knocks it down will belong to whoever...
Hey, fifty coins will be given to me tomorrow. ——Said a kid playing games.
You should give me seventy coins, don't you? ——Another child replied.
A child pulled the cap down, covered his eyes, and screamed: "Help me, classmates, I am blind." He
heard intermittent conversations, storytelling, and laughter.
——…Listen to me, man, I’ve already told you, you better not come to my house when my aunt is at home. Otherwise, she will scold me again.
——So, when she is at home, you hang a flag on the windowsill.
A very interesting conversation:
——…It was Olev talking to Marimas: “I don’t want to raise an illegitimate child at home…” (Laughter)
——…You throw him away, I will give birth to you at any time.
——Before you gave me life, what should I do, gnash my teeth?
The two teachers were walking on the campus while discussing the possibility of a class strike.
——As long as the strike has nothing to do with politics, I agree to participate.
——Come on, my dear, strikes without politics are rare.
——Why...not so much? In André Marley's time, it was not just...
-Yes, but you didn't participate at that time...
-Because the strike destroyed them...
In a corner of the school, the children spit in the game.
——Now you come!
The child in his turn vomited.
——Hey, nothing!
There was a burst of teasing.
I have no lung disease! Nothing to vomit! ——The kid who was ridiculed turned back and sneered.
A teacher came over. He saw the students playing this kind of game, so he said contemptuously: "Hey, you guys came up with this thing, nothing said." The
teacher left, with a look of disgust on his face.
A group of children are enthusiastically listening to stories told by others.
There are two classmates standing there. One of them was preaching to the other with relish: "At that time, a few people came from Marzell Street, and one of them left his partner and came to me and said:'Count your teeth well. You. I have to get my teeth out of the ditch immediately and honestly.' So, man, I will beat him up... all at once... again!... the guy fled back to his partner in embarrassment. Go. Here, you see, they were all scared away. They turned into Avenue Navarrene, and they all ran away!...These guys on Avenue Pigalle are all rascals."
Another group of children were listening to others. Speak.
——Father promised to give me an automatic recorder if I get the first place in the exam. I said to him: "If I had an automatic recorder, I would have taken the first place!"
A student, following the appearance of an Indian, leaned down slightly, and sneaked up to one of his classmates. At this moment, it was caught by a teacher who stood up straight, bulged his chest, and folded his hands on his back. He asked the child to stand up and walk with his hands behind his back. The child imitated the teacher and walked away.
There was a whistle. The break is over. The students are queuing.
The children walked into the classroom. Lenan walked in his head. He first saw the poem written by Antoine on the wall and read it.
——Oh, this poem written by a student is really good!
Antoine: (Anxiously) Give me an eraser, and I erased it.
Renan: You paint these, it's better to scrape them off with a knife.
Renan quickly flipped through the desks looking for knives.
A student rushed towards Lenan: "Oh, you!...... What are you
looking for in my desk?" Lenan: Looking for a knife.
At this time the other children surrounded Antoine. Antoine was very anxious, and he whispered to his classmates: "Oh, get out of here! Or I will be punished again."
Mlis: (Learning to say without concession) That's great! Right, classmates.
Antoine: Shut up!
A group of people surrounded a poem on the wall, and laughed.
Renan finally brought Antoine a pencil sharpener. But it was too late to hand it over to Antoine. The teacher walked into the classroom and ran to Antoine to stop. There was a suspicious look on his face. Mullis snickered and walked away with the other students. Antoine wanted to block the verses on the wall with his body, but all was in vain. The teacher pushed Antoine away, read the poem silently, then turned to face the class, and said fiercely, loudly and in a sarcastic tone: "Okay, well written! Our class has another Euferner Er, he is a high-achieving high school student! He can use the humorous abusive language proficiently, but he can't distinguish Alexander poems from ten rhyme poems. (low voice) I want to show you a few copies "Paper"...Let me see! The place where you made the mistake is more bread than Halistat to feed the refugees! (Raises your voice again) First of all, you turn the sentence into the nearest future time...——Lower your voice Order Antoine to sit down and write down the narrative, hypothetical, and conditional tenses...."
Antoine hurriedly opened the exercise book and did his homework.
Teacher: The rest of the classmates, please take out the poetry workbook... (and then force Antoine to write it down) "I destroyed the walls of the classroom... the walls of the classroom have made me miserable... I have distorted France The... French method of writing poetry..." The method of writing poetry is a vocabulary... (to the whole class) Since we have already begun to study poetry, let's continue with this lesson. "Rabbit"...
Student: Teacher, do you want to write the date?
Teacher: We always ask for the date, so there is nothing to ask. Second... Leona, let me tell you... Go to the janitor right away, get the tools, and erase these ridiculous sentences!
He pointed to the verse written by Antoine.
Antoine: What tools do you need, teacher?
Teacher: Rag, soap, whatever you want. Or, my friend, just lick all the words with your tongue!
Leona walked out of the classroom listlessly. The teacher walked to the blackboard, picked up the chalk, wrote the title of the poem first, and then wrote the first few lines of poem. He was writing and reading aloud.
Teacher: "Rabbit", "The red flowers in the bushes are in full bloom, and my black eartips are exposed in the green wheat fields. I gnaw on the straw, ran and jumped, having fun. I was tired, I slept on myself Inside the cave. A kid named Marga caught me. I really want to break free..."
At this time, students. A student named Jimona took out a new exercise book. He struggled to erase the words "poetry exercise book" on the cover. He put a drop of ink on the first page. He tore off the page without hesitation. He started writing again, he made a mistake, and another page was torn from the exercise book. He just tore and wrote. There was a slight laughter from the students around. Shimona looked around... Then he looked at his "skinny" exercise book in surprise. The teacher had noticed Jimona and stared at him for a while. The teacher interrupted Jimona's contemplation.
Teacher: (with a sarcastic tone) What's the matter, Jimona, the small paper turned out to be not only for me?
Shimona: I'm right, teacher! That's the thing...
Teacher: (Ironically) Of course, like in the past, you can't be wrong, and you don't know... The
teacher turned around again, turned his back to the students, and continued on the blackboard Write. Antoine came in with a rag and soap in both hands, and he did his best to keep others from discovering it gently. He started to clean the wall.
There was another slight voice in the classroom.
Teacher: What's the matter?
Renan: Teacher, teacher, shouldn't the word "return" end with "e"?
Teacher: (turns back) What are you laughing at me, Renan?
Renan: What are you talking about, teacher, you didn't write "e" at the end of the word in the third line.
Teacher: (Voice becomes softer) Yes...really so...you are right. But this is not something I missed. It was the poet Zan Liz Payne who omitted the silent "e". He has the right to do so. In the middle of this line, if you want the word to consist of two syllables, then you can write it like this. (Continue to write) This technique is called irregularity in poetry.
Renan: (duplicate) Thank you very much, teacher!
He winked at Antoine, who was carefully cleaning the walls, as if conspiring.
Teacher: "...I want to escape, but I can't. I'm so weak and weak, so scared. She held me in her hands: I'm a prisoner..."
Someone was whispering in the classroom, as if a lover was there. Whispered. Some children, imitating expressive actors, put their hands on their shoulders, pretending to be hugging.
Teacher: "...Of course, my lovely hostess likes me very much".
Student: Teacher, there is an "s" missing from the end of the word "of course".
Renan: (sneering) This is also an irregularity in the poem, right? Really, teacher?
Teacher: (Still standing with his back to the class) It is absolutely correct.
Renan made a mocking gesture.
Teacher: "... She is so kind and kind. She hugged me on her little lap and gently touched me..." In the
classroom, students don't like to listen to teachers reading such poems aloud. Their muttering conversation grew louder and louder.
Teacher: "...she kissed me..."
Two clear whistles sounded.
The teacher turned around angrily:
Which fool is whistling?
The answer was deathly silence.
Teacher: I want to warn you, if you don't recognize the mistake, don't blame me for being unreasonable. Everyone will suffer! ...Is that so, Shimona?
Shimona: Teacher, I ask you to swear, I...
Teacher: Shut up, don't make any more mistakes!
Antoine is finished. Despite his great efforts, the result was disappointing. He looked at the wall very disturbed, not daring to go back to his seat.
Teacher: Hey, I'm still a coward! ... rascal, coward! ……OMG! What class is this, what class! I have met some idiots in my life, but those idiots are at least humble and polite. ...They just sit there and say nothing!
The teacher walked to Antoine.
Teacher: Hello, why are you still standing here?
Antoine: But, teacher...
Teacher: (looks at the wall) Cough, is this "wiping"? You just painted a few more strokes, my fool! ...You, what's worse is that your parents still have to pay for the wall painting. Go back to your seat and copy the poem down... Oh, God, poor Franzia, what will happen to you in ten years or so!
Antoine sat down and glanced at each other with Renan.
(Voiceover): "The atmosphere in the classroom was very tense before school that day."
School was over. The students went home individually. Antoine walked with Renan. They continued to talk.
Renan: It goes without saying... They were all stolen from their parents.
Antoine: It's not necessarily so easy!
Renan: I bet even Mlis has stolen it.
The two walked towards Mullis, Mullis wearing a pair of diving glasses. He felt uneasy when he saw the two walking towards him.
Renan: Don't be afraid, Mullis, we just want to ask you about one thing.
After hearing this, Mullis couldn't help feeling satisfied.
Renan: Where did you buy these high-end glasses?
Mullis: I bought it in a shop near the Municipal Administration.
Renan: So was the money stolen from his father or from his mother?
Mullis was so wronged, he shrugged and walked away.
Renan: Hey, you, two-faced! ...Maybe you would say that you have never touched a parent's pocket, have you?
Antoine: I was punished today because of you, a humble fellow!
Renan: (screaming) Badass!
Antoine: Flattery!
The two children cursed Mullis, and their faces showed contemptuous expressions at the same time.
Antoine: Mullis is despicable!
Renan: (Very loud) Mullis, you are dying!
Mullis slipped away in fright.
The day of class life is over. Renan and Antoine walked along the Marzell Street.
Antoine: It seems that I can't deal with today's homework.
Renan: It doesn't matter... I'll do it for you. I may be proficient in the hypothetical verb.
Antoine: Alright, I know! This is your housekeeping skill! ... But this "small paper" is still very despicable.
Renan: I have to give him money for this.
Antoine: Yes, but I was right the first time.
Renan: You made a scapegoat.
Antoine: This is not fair.
The two children walked to the house where Leona lived. Antoine said nervously: "Don't make a noise on the stairs, or the female guard will scold you."
Leona's family.
Antoine and Lenan walked into the lobby.
Renan: You are not very spacious here.
Antoine: We have been planning to move... It's just... this is an old saying that is always said and said. That’s the trouble. My polyp is going to be operated on.
Renan: I haven't cut a polyp either.
Antoine: Let me take a look and open my mouth.
Renan: Stupid, polyps are invisible. You see polyps and tonsils as the same thing.
Antoine felt that he didn't know anything about this, so he changed the subject.
——Let's sit down at the table and arrange a seat.
Leona’s restaurant.
The first thing the children saw when they walked into the restaurant was the money on the table and a note.
Renan: This is really money.
Antoine: Don't be happy, this is money for shopping.
After reading the note, he waved his hand without expectation, and said wearily: "Look, this won't
exhaust you." A grocery shop on Kloseel Avenue.
Antoine hurriedly rummaged in his pockets. Renan looked at the side and tried to pretend to be indifferent.
Antoine: Damn, I lost the note!
Renan: Will you be scolded?
Antoine: What should I buy? ...I don't think it will be shipped.
Renan: Do you recognize the green lettuce? What about sardines?
Antoine: I recognize it!
night. Leona’s kitchen. The children have just returned from shopping. Renan is helping Antoine get the things he bought out of the bag. In addition to bread and lettuce, they also bought many canned foods.
Renan: (smiles coldly) Hey, these things are enough for her to die now.
Antoine looked at these cans in surprise. He said:-Unexpectedly, we bought so many!
Renan: Don't worry, women like to hide something.
Antoine: It seems that I have to find a place to hide them. Otherwise, she would scold me!
Renan: Maybe your mother is very strict, right? !
He took the cans out of the bag and handed them to Antoine. Antoine urged his friend: "Hurry up! ... She will be back in half an hour, and it is best if you don't stay here."
Leona's restaurant. Sitting at the table is Antoine. He was hurriedly doing the homework assigned to him by the teacher, conjugating the given verbs in all tenses. Renan is next to him.
Antoine: (swearing) "Small Paper" must be happy now!
Renan: Yes! ...He is correcting our homework.
Antoine: I must slap him before I join the army.
Renan: You will commit a crime and be sent to a military probation camp.
Antoine: What will happen to this? ...I will definitely be a paratrooper!
Renan looked in the mirror very satisfied, and disagreed: "You are too small."
Antoine: I destroyed... How did the conditional expression of this past tense change?
Renan: If I destroy it.
Antoine: If I destroy the walls of the classroom...
Renan stands in front of the mirror and touches the back of his head.
Renan: Hey, my head seems to be bigger than yours?
Antoine: (Not very interested) Not much.
Renan: The size of the head is very important to the weight of the brain, which I read in a book. All great people have bigger brains than ordinary people.
Antoine: (quite interested) If they are already dead, how can this be determined?
Renan: You can calculate their brain capacity based on their portraits and skulls... Napoleon and Galileo have the largest brains.
Antoine: My brain is bigger than yours.
Renan: And women’s brains have always been relatively small.
There was the sound of opening the door, and then the sound of locking the door again.
Antoine: Damn it! Mom is back. Hurry and hide.
He hurriedly hid the supplementary homework in his leather bag. Mrs. Leona walked in, somehow making her angry. She glanced at Renan with contempt.
Antoine: Good...night...Mom...When the
son greeted his mother, he swallowed the last syllable of each word.
Mrs. Leona: Good night.
She went to the kitchen. Antoine hurriedly invited his friend away.
Renan: (in a low voice) Salute!
Antoine: Salute!
Mrs. Leona's angry voice sounded: Where's the flour?
Antoine: What flour, mom?
Mrs. Leona: (Angry) What's the matter? ... Didn't you buy what I told you to buy?
Antoine walked into the kitchen unhappily.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Leona was checking the purchased items one by one.
——Where is the note I left for you?
Antoine: I lost it.
Mrs. Leona: That's smart, I didn't say anything! (Continue to check what I bought) Lettuce, I don’t need lettuce!
Antoine: It was what Lenan asked me to buy...
Mrs. Leonard: This guy looks suspicious.
Antoine: This is Renan, do you recognize him?
Mrs. Leona: Whether he is Renan or not, but his face looks like a scheming guy. You will go shopping alone in the future.
Antoine: He is helping me with my homework.
Mrs. Leona: Your grades are so bad, it doesn't seem strange... I'll just wait to fry the fish with flour and go buy it soon.
Antoine: Okay, mom.
Mrs. Leona walked into her room, took off her coat, looked at her face in front of the mirror for a long time, and massaged the skin under her eyes.
Antoine ran to a bakery on Kloseel Street. The bakery is closed.
Mrs. Leona was washing fish on the drain basin in the kitchen. Antoine walked in. He looked sorry.
Mrs. Leona: Where's the flour?
Antoine: The bakery is closed.
Mrs. Leona: Go, borrow some from the doorman.
Antoine stood there unhappy.
Mrs. Leona: What's the matter?
Antoine: The doorman smells bad.
Mrs. Leona: Have you thought about it, I would like to wash fish? Be able to do things you don't like to do at all, my boy. Especially when you make a mistake.
The child went out without a sound. Mrs. Leona pulled the viscera from the fish belly in disgust.
Antoine met his father on the stairs. Father is holding a bag of things in both hands. He kissed the child's head.
Leona: What's the matter, son?
Antoine: I just got scolded because of flour.
Leona: I hope you try not to make your mother angry again today! ...Because you know that you should love your mother.
Antoine: I've got the damn flour anyway.
Leona: Alright! It's okay, everything will be fine.
Antoine: (pointing to a bag of things) What is that?
Leona: Anti-fog headlights for cars.
Antoine: Will you take me on Sunday?
Leona: You also know very well that these are not places for children to play. You will be bored. In addition, this car can only carry four people.
Before opening the door, his father put his finger in the flour, and then spread the flour on Antoine's nose. He walked into the front hall and shouted to his wife: "You see your son! He is covered with flour."
Mrs. Leona walked out of the kitchen angrily and stood on the door.
Mrs. Leona: Please believe me, I'm not interested in joking at all.
Leona: So that's it! I thought...
Mrs. Leonard refused to listen to her husband, and asked her son: What do you do with so many cans?
Antoine: (Embarrassingly) I don’t know what to buy...
Mrs. Leonard : Where can I get the money for these cans?
Antoine: I bought it on credit.
Leona: I really envy you! You can still use credit in our shop!
Mrs. Leona: If you like, you can pay the bill. (To Antoine) Give me the extra money.
Antoine slowly pulled out his wallet from his pocket. Mrs. Leona took the wallet and took all the money out of it.
Antoine: But... I still have to ask for breakfast.
Mrs. Leona: You can ask your father to solve this problem!
She went back to the kitchen.
Leona: Oops! ...The storm is coming!
Antoine: (stubbornly) I still have one thousand francs this week!
Leona: There is no thinking, how many times do you have to eat breakfast in school a day?
Antoine did not answer, but shrugged, he was wronged. Leona glanced at the young man, unhappily took out his wallet and counted the money.
Leona: You ask for a thousand francs, but you actually want to get five hundred francs. Here, take three hundred! However, your mother should pay for breakfast in principle.
Antoine: Thank you, Dad.
Leona: I did it just to be quiet at night.
Antoine sat down at the table again, then quickly glanced at his father, who was standing with his back facing him, and took out the exercise book with his unfinished homework.
Mrs. Leona came out of the kitchen and walked to the cabinet. She opened one drawer first, and then the other one.
Mrs. Leona: Where are the scissors?
Leona: (humming in a low voice) Where are my scissors?
Mrs. Leona: Antoine, have you taken the scissors?
Antoine: No, Mom.
Mrs. Leona: (turns around) You are here! If you tidy up the table and put the cutlery on it, I would like to thank you very much.
She hurried out. Antoine murmured dissatisfiedly while putting away the exercise book.
Leona: She's right. Everyone has their own time to be arranged, their own position, oneself... (imitating the actor Zan Lisar) should do their own things within the specified time.
Antoine ignored his father and hurriedly put the cutlery on the table.
Leona: (smell the air) What's the matter? ...Do you smell it?
A smell of burnt hair came out of the kitchen.
Antoine: Fried fish.
Leona: Oh, what happened! (Speaking to Antoine mischievously and secretly) Go, ask your mother, her rag isn't burning.
Antoine: (Don't understand) Why?
Leona: Smile!
The smell of burnt hair is stronger.
night. Dinner is finished.
The Leones stood up from the table and continued to discuss the issue of summer vacation.
Mrs. Leona: Where shall we send the little guy?
Leona: Send him to summer camp.
The child is tidying up the tableware. He listened to his father's words, froze, and looked at his parents intently.
Leona: For children of this age, they are most happy to mix with each other.
Mrs. Leona: Well, there are still eight months...so time to think again.
Leona: It’s never too early to think about the arrangements for your child’s summer vacation. Did you know that your cousin called me. His wife wants to have another child.
Mrs. Leona: The fourth child was born in three years...The elephant rabbit is breeding. In my opinion, this is too unremarkable.
Antoine went to the kitchen to shake the tablecloth. After a while he came back and saw his father spread out a big map on the table. Antoine asked timidly: "Do you want to use the table, Dad?"
Leona: Well, of course! I have to make a schedule for Sunday. Have you not done your homework yet? If you do math homework, I can help you...but hurry up.
Antoine: No, I want to write a paraphrase.
Leona: Okay, go ask mom to teach!
Antoine: No hurry, I won't pay it tomorrow.
He sat down in the corner and looked at the pictorial intently.
Leona: Mom is in a bad mood today... (screaming) Zeze!
Mrs. Leona comes in. She scolded her husband: I don't allow you to call me that. This is too vulgar and unfashionable.
Leona: It's really scary.
Mrs. Leona: Don't make me angry.
Leona: I would like to hear you talk about it, where do you like Sunday? Is it to go to Varis or to the shore of Oise? This trip is my choice.
Mrs. Leona: I have to rest on Sunday.
Leona: Where to rest?
Mrs. Leona: At home.
Leona: That's great! You know I am the organizer of the tour!
Mrs. Leona: I can't live like this anymore. Every morning I have to take care of the housework, and in the evening...
Leona: And at night-I have to wait on my husband.
Mrs.
Leona: Fuck you... Leona: (Imitating the typing of a typewriter) Tap, tap, tap ... whatever you want.
Mrs. Leona: Antoine, what are you waiting for? Still not going to sleep. (Said arrogantly to her husband) You are always so stupid!
Leona: When will you learn to understand jokes...
Antoine: Good night, Dad... Good night Mom...
Antoine kissed his parents before leaving. The mother casually kissed his cheeks.
Antoine made the bed in the front room. There was an unintelligible speech from the dining room. Suddenly, I heard clearly the voice of my mother who was wronged for some reason:
——You wasted your time for this kind of thing.
The mother's speech approached, as if talking next to her.
——Antoine, don’t forget to take out the trash. Turn off the light when you sleep.
There was a click of the lock—mother locked the door.
Antoine picked up a bucket of dirty water in the kitchen and walked very hard to the door...
nine o'clock in the morning. Antoine ran towards the corner of the two streets of Kloseel and Marzelle. Renan met Antoine here.
Renan: (You're welcome) Hello, man, don't run so fast. This is not good for the heart.
Antoine: Or, I'll be late. The side door will also be closed. Had to go to the principal. But I haven't finished my homework yet.
Renan: Then there is no need to run.
Antoine: Why?
Renan: Because "Small Paper" said, he won't let you into the classroom.
Antoine: Do you think he will do this?
Renan: Certainly. He won't forgive you.
Antoine: But today we still have Kulik's class.
Renan: Do you like English? (Note 1)
Antoine: (Imitating Lamarair and Harzi (Note 2)) Oh, his voice makes me unable to understand a word.
Renan: I'm in a bad mood today and don't want to go to class... Do you have (note 3) money?
Antoine: Yes, for (Note 4) to eat.
Renan: Well, look at me. I have a way.
They hid their schoolbags under the steps outside the door of a house opposite the circus. The children took a disgusting burden and ran towards Lin Meng Avenue.
At the intersection of Rieselje Druot.
(Voiceover): "Since ancient times, those Parisian high school students who have abandoned their studies and fun have been wasting time in the dark hall of the cinema. There are two cinemas on the boulevard, and the opening hours of these two cinemas are both Ten o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, the two cinemas are facing each other. At nine o'clock in the morning, a group of students are already running, flying around like birds on both sides of the avenue. Of course, the students from the cinema that opened earlier There will be more. The air here still retains the coolness of the night and the smell of DDT, which makes people feel refreshed. The complicated and interesting story we are going to tell begins."
Noon.
Antoine and Renan walked out of the cinema. The two of them stopped to watch the movie ad for a while. Antoine saw a seductive naked woman in an ad and said: "Look, it will be in theaters next week."
Renan pointed his finger at the lines of "Children under 16 are not allowed" and laughed. Asking: "Did you see this?"
Antoine: (Dissatisfiedly) How can I not see...sing the old tune...
(Voiceover): "We still have what Antoine wants from his father for breakfast Money. So I decided to spend part of it to buy necessities..."
Antoine and Lenan walked out of the bakery. The two of them shared a long loaf and a long bar of chocolate like brothers.
(Voiceover): "...and the remaining money has to be spent on the cutting edge of life!"
Antoine and Lenan were attracted by the electronic billiard game...
(Voiceover): "It's too early to finish school. There are so many places to have fun in Paris!"
Antoine and Renan came to the market. They mixed into the idle crowd of various identities.
Soon they walked towards a rotating bucket. The barrel is nailed up with wooden boards. The barrel rotates very fast. Those brave enough walked inside and leaned against the side wall of the barrel, relying on centrifugal force, he would lift his feet off the ground and faintly support the side wall.
Antoine walked in across a small door at the bottom of the barrel, but Renan walked into the auditorium surrounded by the barrel from above. Renan looked down from above. He looked at Antoine lying on the side wall of the barrel with his limbs stretched out. Antoine is like a little saint nailed to the cross. His hair was floating, flashing across Renan's face every five seconds.
The children wandered around the market for a while. They watched the trick of swallowing fire for a while, so they left the market.
Renan pulls Antoine's sleeves on Place de la Crisser.
——Look to the left... Right there... Isn't this your parents? …The
lovers that Renan pointed at were kissing. Antoine's face is changing.
Mrs. Leona also saw the child. This sudden encounter made her terrified. She said to her lover: "Oh my God, this is Antoine! He must have seen me."
Man: Which of them is Antoine?
Mrs. Leona: The smaller...the dark-haired...I really don't understand. Shouldn't he be in school?
Man: No matter how good it is...Since he did something wrong, he dare not say anything to your husband!
Mrs. Leona: I'd better go home.
Man: Don't be silly... it will be suspicious if you go back. Haven't you already said that you will go home later?
The children are gone. They walked silently. At last Renan broke the silence and said: "Do you think they saw us?"
Antoine: It seems to have seen...
Renan: Then you will be scolded at night!
Antoine: Absolutely not! She didn't dare to tell her father.
Renan: But this guy...
Antoine: I saw him for the first time...
Renan: Hey, it doesn't matter... Then everything is fine, you are saved.
Antoine: (absently) Yes.
Antoine meditated, feeling very melancholy in his heart. Renan was worried about the misfortune of his friend. The two of them continued walking in silence.
(Voiceover): "Antoine didn't say anything... We went to get the schoolbags. I couldn't find a word to comfort my friend.
"Antoine told me that he was going to punish him with the'small paper' The homework is finished, and I will go to school tomorrow. But he didn't have a leave form written by his parents. I expressed my willingness to give him my useless leave slip. "
Lenan gave the false note to his friend and pointed it at him:
I just cut this place and write today's date. And you have to make a copy... Take it!
Antoine: What about the handwriting?
Renan: Imitate Your mother's.
Antoine: Her handwriting is so weird, and she writes some old-fashioned letters.
Renan: Don’t be afraid, you can deal with it!
Antoine: Salute!
Renan: Salute!
Beltran Mullis On the way home from school, he saw Antoine carrying a schoolbag, so he followed Antoine with interest and wanted to see where Leona lived.
At night, Antoine was concentrating on imitating his mother's handwriting , Copying the leave slip that Renan lent him. Just in case, he put a book and exercise book on the table. If the father or mother comes in, he can pretend to do his homework look.
he was wrong once, the "Antoine" written in the "Renan." boy and nervous, always write well, hands trembling, the words are written flamboyant. Antoine very scared. he one There was a slight noise on the stairs and the creak of the floor, and he stopped writing in fright. Finally, he burned everything he had written, and just then his father came back.
Leona: It’s amazing, there are still Burnt smell.
Antoine: It came from below.
Leona: Then close the window...Set the table for dinner, let's eat.
Antoine: Doesn't Mom come back to eat?
Leona: Huh... Call me from Zelberta and say that she will go home a little later today. The boss asked her to stay after get off work and write a quarterly report. I will cook dinner with you and we will eat together. So, it's the monk's temple!
Leona took off his shirt, rounded up his apron, and went to the kitchen. Antoine followed.
Leona: Mom said, where are the eggs?
Antoine: I know where to put it.
He took the egg and gave it to his father.
Mr. Leona was talking to Antoine while breaking the eggs into the frying pan. When my father saw that Antoine was going to move the plates to the restaurant, he stopped and said: You don't have to move out. We’re eating here, isn’t it great!
Antoine and his father stood back to back, talking.
Leona: Did you work hard today?
Antoine: Work hard.
Leona: What did you learn?
Antoine: "Rabbit".
Leona: What rabbit?
Antoine: A poem.
Leona: Ah, not bad! "Rabbit and Turtle".
Antoine: No, only "rabbit"... The teacher explained it to us.
Leona: Can you answer the question?
Antoine: The teacher didn't ask me to answer.
Leona: You should take the initiative to ask the teacher to let you answer. Be competitive, my friend, or you won’t be able to keep up. The important thing in life is to take the initiative into your own hands.
A seductive scene of flying in a rotating barrel appeared before Antoine's eyes.
Leona: Antoine, mom’s birthday is just around the corner. Have you thought of this? ...What gift do I want you to give her? ...Antoine, do you listen to me? ...
Antoine hadn't fully awakened from the tempting hallucinations. He looked at his father with absent-minded eyes, and unconsciously agreed: "Yes, Dad."
Leona: I know what you are thinking... She has been more strict with you these days, it's obvious. She is very irritable. Put yourself in and think about it, she has too many things. After working for a long time, but also busy with housework... When she saw that the house was too crowded, her temper became worse. You know, we are moving soon, I have a bottom in my heart. Mom is still at work. Women, it's the same, they don't protect themselves, so they are always dominated by others... But she likes you... You know, she loves you... Oh, damn! Hate!
Father was not able to beat the eggs smoothly, and the eggs ran out of his hand.
Antoine laughed out of breath...
Leona’s restaurant.
After dinner, Mr. Leonard sat down at the table as usual. He spread out his maps, work manuals, drawing rules, compasses... He smiled and said to himself: Haha, you can't do without me! ...No one can drive the car to Christ-Ze-Saclay.
He was looking for something on the table. He stood up and walked to the bookshelf. He flipped through book by book. He couldn't find the book he was looking for, so he asked his son: Antoine!
The kid looking at the pictorial replied, "Yes, Dad, what's the matter?
" Leona: Where did you put my Mischlein Guide?
Antoine: I haven't touched it.
Leona: Antoine, do you know that I will not tolerate lying.
Antoine: This is the truth, Dad!
Leona: I remember very clearly that I kept this manual yesterday.
Antoine: (almost crying) I swear, I never took it.
Leona: Then I don't understand. Everything in this room has long legs!
Antoine: I didn't take this.
Leona: OK, OK... I'll ask my mother.
He looked at his watch, he couldn't help it, and showed a very anxious and angry look. After a while, he gently said to Antoine: "You should go to bed."
Leona's front room. Antoine lay down on the bed to sleep. His eyes opened wide in the darkness.
Father was anxious in the next room. He turned on the lights for a while, then turned off the lights, and there was the sound of cars and door openings from the street.
Leona came to the front room. Antoine pretended to be asleep. Leona looked into the street through the seams of the blinds. The door of the car slammed shut. Then I heard the crash of the door. Leona returned to his room. There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs. The door suddenly opened. The reflection of Mrs. Leonard is shown in a bright square presented by the light. She walked around Antoine's bed, took off her shoes, took them in one hand, and opened the bedroom door.
A beam of light shot out from under the door. An irritable voice reached Antoine's ears. He heard intermittent noise.
Leona: (screaming)...Boss, boss!
Mrs. Leona: Since he offered to drive me home, I can't refuse.
Leona: Especially for night shifts, you have to double your salary.
Mrs. Leona: What do you mean?
Leona: I said, it's already two o'clock in the night.
Mrs. Leona: You will be satisfied at the end of the month.
Leona: This overtime is paid on the spot.
Mrs. Leona: Well, listen to me, that's enough! Stop talking!
Leona: Now I understand, why does my wife need to rest on Sunday...By the way, where did you put my Mischlein Guide?
Mrs. Leona: How do I know? Go ask the child.
Leona: He said he hadn't touched it.
Mrs. Leona: He lies all the time.
When his mother said these words, Antoine wrinkled his nose.
Leona: Who did he learn from?
Antoine smiled.
Mrs. Leona: If you educate him well...
Leona: It's too unreasonable! I named him, and I gave him food and clothing...
Antoine was amazed by his father's words, and very disturbed.
Mrs. Leona: I have heard enough of your blame, it is too much! If you hate him, just say it. Let's send him to the monastery or the orphanage. Can I live with peace of mind now?
The next day, Antoine walked out of the house at nine o'clock in the morning and walked to school as usual. Mullis hid in a corner and waited for Antoine. As soon as he saw Antoine leaving home to go to school, he immediately walked into the house where Antoine lived and rang the doorbell of Leona's house.
The Leones were still arguing there.
Mrs. Leona: ...excellent. You can go to the restaurant for dinner before the end of the month.
Leona: You have to wear a clean shirt when you go to a restaurant to eat... If you don't have time to wash the entire shirt, then just wash the collar... To be honest, it's really inexplicable. You also know very well that in this business I do, people always judge a person by his clothes.
Mrs. Leona: Give me some money and your appearance will naturally change.
Leon you: You know, they should give me a reward!
Mrs. Leona: It would be great if you didn't buy this anti-fog lamp... You, I wanted this one, just to brag about Sunday.
Leona: I bought this lamp by chance.
Mrs. Leona: You think you are living on a new earth.
Leona: Please forgive me, just look at the statistics of unfortunate traffic accidents.
Mrs. Leona: Why, I'm fine? ...On Sunday you will show off with your own lantern.
A bell rang in the front room.
Mrs. Leona: Hey, that's enough, go and open the door.
Leona: What if the gas bill is here?
Mrs. Leona: They will notify us in advance, so we can prepare.
Mullis stood at the door. He behaved more falsely than usual.
Mullis: Hello, sir. I am Antoine's classmate. Excuse me, is he better today?
Leona: A lot? What does it mean?
Mullis: He didn't come to class yesterday.
Leona: (turning to wife) Have you heard?
He involuntarily inserted a hand into his pocket. Mlis looked at Leona attentively, but didn't get the reward he expected. Leona looked at Mullis and said coldly: Thank you, boy!
He closed the door next to the child and asked his wife, "I don't think you are strange about this at all?"
Mrs. Leona: (suddenly remembered) But why should I be strange about this? ...He, everything can be done!
Leona: Best...I swear, it would be fine if there is no work date...
Mrs. Leona: So what should I do?
Leona: I'll go to the principal to find out everything. (Looking at the watch) Can you do something? I'm already late anyway.
Mrs. Leona was very dissatisfied with this. She had to go to school in person, so she interrupted her husband: "You don't have to go...I know everything."
Marzell Street. The two friends Antoine and Lenan met here again as usual.
Antoine returned to him the slip he had borrowed from Renan the day before: take it! I didn't write it.
Renan: What a fool.
Antoine: I panicked.
Renan: (arrogantly) Be adaptable and act on your own occasion! (Reverts to normal tone) I should change the date.
He stopped in front of a window, put the fake strip on the window sill, tore off the strip from the strip, and then wrote a date under the strip.
Antoine: I don't know how to explain my absenteeism.
Renan: (Writing while talking) You have to use your brain to make up an extraordinary event, then everyone will soon believe you. Last year my mother fell down the stairs and broke her leg. I came to school. Of course, except that she was drunk before falling, I said everything, so I didn't need to hand in any slips.
Antoine: Can I say something like this again? ...
Renan: Yes, it's better not to say that again. We don't have to go to school together later, don't you think?
Antoine: Yes.
Renan: Okay, goodbye!
Antoine continued to walk towards him, and Renan stopped. Mullis appeared at the end of the street, and he looked triumphant.
Antoine walked across the campus and walked into the corridor. He saw the French teacher, hesitated, and said to the teacher: Hello, teacher.
Teacher: Ah, it's you! ...Just as you set up supplementary exercises, you fell ill...and deceived the parents again. The interesting thing is that you will get a proof from your parents. Show me the fake slip.
Antoine: I have no false note.
Teacher: Oh! No, my friend, this won't work.
Antoine: But, teacher...
Teacher: What, teacher?
Antoine: I want to say... my mother...
Teacher: What's the matter with your mother?
Antoine relieved himself unexpectedly and said: She is dead.
Teacher: Look, I didn't expect it! Forgive me, boy...how would I know. ... Is she sick?
Antoine nodded affirmatively.
Teacher: You should tell me about this. There should be no concealment from the teacher.
The bell interrupted their conversation, and the teacher patted Antoine on the shoulder in sympathy, and then walked to the passing principal. He whispered to the principal: "Mr. principal..." The
principal: What's the matter, dear colleague?
Teacher: I just learned that Leona's mother is dead.
Principal: Poor boy...Are you acquainted with his mother?
Teacher: (Embarrassed) No, but unfortunately no chance.
Principal: You just conclude without thinking about it. She, I remember very clearly, is a very good-looking woman, in her prime! ... (speaking loudly to the students) What are you doing here? Didn't you hear the class bell?
Before class, Antoine's class was organized in the corridor. Antoine and Renan line up in a pair.
What lie did you tell the teacher? What did he say? How can I let you go? ——Renan asked his friend.
Antoine answered nothing.
Literature class. A student named Zijofelder stood by the desk.
He was upside down, reading poems incoherently.
Zijo Felzer: "Better than the thorny plants in the forest, and better than the thorny plants in the forest..."
Student: (deliberately unclear) The thorny plants, I don't know where...
Teacher: If you listen respectfully, Qi Yue Felzer, perhaps from behind, secretly reminded you of the content, you will hear more clearly.
Student: (Continues gently) The thorny plant is behind.
Zijofelder: He didn't give me a hint, teacher. He is playing tricks on me.
Teacher: Stop talking back and keep reading.
Zijoferzer: "It's more beautiful than the flowers in the cattle trough. It's better to be independent...independent..."
Renan sighed deeply. Antoine is serious.
Teacher: "Long-term danger..."
Zijoferzer: "Better than slavery..."
Renan sighed again.
Teacher: "Eternal spring..." And you are an eternal slacker, Zijoferzer, sit down, two points!
Zijofelder: I have already recited it at home, teacher!
Zijofelder sat down and waved his fist at the student sitting behind.
The teacher quickly glanced through the list unconsciously and shouted: "Leoner! Alas, forgive me, child!...Meliengai!"
Melion Guy stood up. He didn't say a word, and finally started to recite: "Rabbit...(Long silence)...Zan Liz Payne poem." There was
no sound. The students waited nervously.
Suddenly the door was opened. What came into the classroom was a young girl who was the principal's secretary. Her appearance made the students very happy, and everyone stood up quickly. The girl said a few words gently to the teacher.
Teacher: Leona, please follow me to Mr. Principal's place... Other students, please sit down.
Mullis: Teacher, do you want me to supervise the class?
Teacher: No, don't want you! ... Garomber, you will be in charge of class discipline until I come back.
The female secretary walked in the corridor, and the teacher followed, staring at her beautifully symmetrical legs. At the end is Antoine. He lowered his head. Feeling that the disaster is imminent, it is difficult to walk slowly.
The three of them walked into the principal's office.
Teacher: (Fearfully) Madam!
Principal: Mr. Clara Endern, what I happily introduce to you is definitely not a ghost, but the real Mrs. Leona. (Turning to Antoine's mother) If you allow to say that.
The teacher nodded respectfully to Mrs. Leonard.
Teacher: Really! ...Hello, madam.
Mrs. Leona: (possibly) Hello, Mr. Teacher!
Principal: What a wonderful mother!
Mrs. Leonard: (pretending to be) Ah, Mr. Principal!
Principal: To admit, she deserves to have a better son than this liar. I know that people lie (to Antoine), but this lie is that people are dead, I admit, this is a bit new.
Teacher: I think the punishment should be consistent with the whole behavior.
Principal: But, my dear, this is beyond the normal range! Among our numerous regulations, there is no sanction for this special behavior, and only parents have the right to put forward sanctions.
Mrs. Leona: (very angry) Father wants to talk to him in the evening.
On the way home from school, Renan and Antoine discussed what had happened.
Renan: What do you do now?
Antoine: Whether I like it or not, after this happened, I can't live with my parents anymore, I should run away, understand?
Renan: Can you bear it any longer?
Antoine: No, that's enough! I want to live independently. I want to write to explain everything clearly to them.
Renan: Write now?
Antoine: Yes, it's better to write! Before my mother came back, I sent the letter.
Renan: So where do you spend the night today?
Antoine: Let's find a place to live.
Renan: I have an idea. In an hour you will come to the fountain in Bigar Square.
An hour later, Antoine and Renan met again at Bigal Square. Renan held a pack of dates and a woolen sweater to protect against the cold in both hands.
Renan: Here you are, take it...
Antoine: What would your mother say?
Renan: Do you think she will know what's in the kitchen?
Antoine opened a pack of dates and asked Renan to eat it.
Renan: Come with me. I know a place.
night. A printing house on Kluasaen Street.
Renan: This printing house used to belong to my uncle. Then he went bankrupt...Wait a minute, come here now...
He took Antoine to a collapsed corner of the building. He made a gesture to crawl into the breach. Antoine looked at the holes in the black hole and felt scared in his heart. However, he restrained his fear and followed his companion into the building. The floor there was completely rotted and collapsed under the pressure of the heavy machinery.
Renan: Dude, there is no danger for you to stay here. No one can find you.
Antoine: (Not quite convinced) Did you say that the floor would completely collapse?
Renan: See what you said! ...Where to put the board...It won't collapse into the basement. Did you see that the lathe has been moved away...you won't be frozen out here. Look, how much paper is there... at
night. Printing house.
Antoine slept on a large pile of paper bags. He woke up suddenly. Several people came and woke him up. The child got up and hid behind a few large rolls of paper, he felt very cold.
at night. Leona's house.
Leona: Let me see this little masterpiece. (Read) "Dear parents! I know that my deception is serious..."
Mrs. Leonard: It's hard to imagine! ...I see that your son is going to kill you, I am very happy.
Leona: What did you say?
Mrs. Leona: Please don't pretend to be a fool, in fact you are an honest fool!
Leona: Thank you, thank you very much! It's really the parents' prestige.
Mrs. Leona: But why did he still say that it was me who died, not you?
Leona: It's because he thinks I'm better. This is obvious. (Reading) "... After this happened, it was impossible for us to live together. I have to try my luck in Paris or anywhere. Maybe my life will not be easy, but I want to prove that I Be self-reliant. At that time we will meet. I will tell you everything. I left you. I kissed you. Antoine."
Mrs. Leona began to speak again: Well, you think it’s not strange that he hates me. of?
Leona: But your attitude towards him has become more and more severe recently.
Mrs. Leona: He grew up and became more and more annoying, which he himself admitted.
Leona: This is natural, he needs a place where he can do his best.
Mrs. Leona: The house is not ready for him with the equipment to force him. This kind of housing hasn't been built yet!
Leona: Your house is always stubborn and you will wander around... I am not married to a woman, but a carrier pigeon...
Mrs. Leona: If you have a pretty good job, then I can stay at home. But instead of finding a good job, you would rather spend your time in that nasty club.
Leona: I made a lot of useful friends during the car trip. You will understand this when I am elected as the vice chairman of the club.
Mrs. Leona: You, you will never be the vice chairman. They want you to be a secretary and get rid of all the hard work. As for the big names, you don't want to meet them!
Leona: In other words, am I useless? ! Then why do you want to marry me? ...Do you want me to help you raise your children? Boy, by the way, he's starting to be sensible.
Mrs. Leona: Did he say anything to you?
Leona: Nothing, but he underlined "about everything" on the note.
Mrs. Leona: Generally speaking, children who like to keep all kinds of secrets write like this!
Leona: Since he underlined these words, that means he has something to say in his heart.
Mrs. Leona: As you can imagine, you know him so well! He has a habit, no matter in the exercise book or in the letter, he will draw the emphasis line without analysis.
She stood up and walked towards the cabinet. She pointed out a letter to her husband.
Mrs. Leona: Here, you see, this is what he wrote to your sister during the summer vacation: "Buy me half a pound (with two lines) dried bananas", and "Send me two hundred francs." , I won't ask for it anymore.", "I will no longer" underline the emphasis. What is this indicating?
Leona: How could he panic with hunger at my sister's place? ...Do you want to say this?
Mrs. Leona: Well, don't you want to know...
Leona: If you think so, then you should know where he is now.
Mrs. Leona: It might be at Grandma's. "In Paris or no matter where." Maybe he wanted to imply that he was going there...you should go to grandma to find it.
Leona: I will not go anyway. If he is with grandma, all is well. If he fell asleep in the open, he would be back soon.
Mrs. Leona: Anyway, you are fine... You are free from responsibility!
Leona: Of course I don't have the police sense of smell you have, but I can read the letter, and the goodbye at the end of the letter.
Mrs. Leona: Where is the word goodbye? I didn't pay attention.
Leona: (Flip the letter) on the reverse side. "In any case, I solemnly promise that I will continue my studies." Now you can rest assured. He will continue to study in the original school... I can be considered a slippery head!
at night. Antoine strolled along the avenue Montmartre.
A girl ran out of the cafe. She wants to catch a puppy.
She saw Antoine, so she said to him, "Can you catch it for me?"
Antoine: (obediently) Yes, madam.
Girl: This dog is very small.
The two chased the puppy. A young man also came to help them chase the puppy. The young man asked Antoine as he ran: Is this your sister?
Antoine: No, I don't know her. She asked me to help catch the puppy.
Young man: Is it a wild dog or hers?
Antoine: I don't know.
Young man: puppy, puppy! (To the girl) Can I help you?
Girl: Of course you can! The more people there are, the easier it is to catch it. This dog is too small.
Young man: What is the name of this dog?
Girl: I don't know.
Young man: Chase, puppy, chase!
He turned to Antoine and whispered: Get out, kid.
Antoine: I'm here before you... I'm the first.
Young man: (intimidating) Are you going?
Still this night.
Sai Lazar Street. The Troy Church can be seen deep in the street.
Milk crates are being unloaded in front of a store. Antoine stood by. The car drove away. Antoine quickly grabbed a bottle of sterilized milk and quickly pushed the milk carton to the door, so he hurriedly hid a bottle of milk in his short coat and hurried away.
On another quieter street. Antoine finally made up his mind to drink milk. Fear forced him to appear embarrassed, not to mention he heard the footsteps of people coming. A few drops of milk were sprinkled on his short coat in a hurry. After drinking the milk, Antoine hid on a step. The footsteps are gone. He felt more peaceful, so he threw the empty bottle into the drain and listened carefully to the cracking sound of the milk bottle coming from the depth of the drain.
dawn. Trojze Square. Antoine sneaked into the church garden. He washed his face carelessly by the ice pool. Yes, you should wash your face in the morning! As Antoine came out of the garden, a police car drove into the church garden from the other side.
Antoine walked into the campus among the first batch of students. His clothes are full of wrinkles. The teacher who had just walked out of the classroom asked caringly: "How is it? Yesterday was punished severely at home, right?"
Antoine: (self-respectfully) everything was dealt with profitably.
The teacher was surprised, and said to his colleagues dissatisfied: "No, parents have badly taught our students!" In the
morning. Leona's house. bedroom. Mr. Leona is asleep.
His wife shook his shoulder to wake him up.
Leona: What's the matter?
Mrs. Leona: Child he...
Leona: (Complainingly) Come back?
Mrs. Leona: This is great!
Mr. Leona turned over with difficulty and wanted to sleep again, but he pulled the quilt off his body too hard and said, "I remind you, you should go to the school just in case. Find him."
Leona: (Hoarsely) Who wakes people up like this! ...(Sitting on the bed) It's too unreasonable. If I find him back, he will blame me.
English lesson. Renan stood by the blackboard answering questions.
There is a picture on the wall. The picture shows a family sitting by the fire. The teacher nicknamed "Snipe" has problems with his speech, so it is very difficult to read English words and his pronunciation is very interesting.
Snipe: The last question is relatively simple. (Speaking strenuously in English) Where is father?
Lenan: (Imitating and answering with difficulty in English) Faqin...
Snipe: No, not Faqin, but father.
Renan: Faqin...
Snipe: It's not like that. The tip of the tongue should be placed between the upper and lower lips...
But the teacher himself cannot read this word clearly anyway.
Renan: Faqin...
Snipe: Not right.
Renan: I can't read it, the teacher... can't read it! You tell us what we do with our tongue, not all of them do. You have a special talent, teacher!
There was laughter in the classroom.
Snipe: (Hurryingly) Be quiet! Sit down... Renan.
The headmaster's head appeared outside the glass door. Everyone's eyes focused on the door.
The principal made a gesture and invited the teacher into the corridor. After a few minutes, the classroom door opened slightly. Antoine was called out. He walked to the door and found his father standing next to the principal.
The eyes of the children are fixed on Antoine. Through the half-open door, everyone saw Mr. Leona slap his son loudly. Then he said: If you allow, Mr. Principal, I will take him home. I have promised his mother.
Principal: Ah, poor Mrs. Leona! Yes, children make their wives worry more!
noon. Leona's house. Leona brutally pushed Antoine in.
Leona: Well, this is your tramp. Now we can talk...
Mrs. Leonard, wearing a fluttering blouse, threw herself at her son, and kissed him passionately.
Mrs. Leona: Antoine, my dear, my child... my dear! ...How terrible you look! Are you okay?
Leona: (silently) Just take a few more glances!
Mrs. Leona: Where did you spend the night, dear?
Antoine: (The voice is barely audible) In the printing house.
Mrs. Leona: Oh my goodness, I hope he doesn't catch a cold, that's all right!
She hurried to the kitchen and said as she walked: "There is still some coffee left on the stove. You drink a cup, and then I help you lie down in bed."
Leona: This is too much! (Calling to the kitchen) Is this what you call the principle of education?
Mrs. Leona: (come back) His health is the most important thing. (To Antoine) Drink while it's hot... Drink it before you have time... Let's talk about it.
Leona: Ah... well... I finally understand!
He slammed the door and walked out.
Leona's bedroom.
Mrs. Leona dried Antoine who had just jumped out of the bathtub, and put another pajama on him.
Mrs. Leona: Lie down on the bed.
Antoine: I don't want to sleep.
Mrs. Leona: You will sleep when you are warm. You have to regain your strength.
She wrapped the quilt tightly for her son, kissed his son, and sat down beside him.
Mrs. Leonard: You know, didn't I have been your age before? You, child, always forget this... At the age of thirteen, I was just like you. I was very stubborn. I didn't trust my parents, so I liked to write everything in my diary. I still keep the diary. I have never shown it to anyone. I will show it to you sometime... But once, I was as old as you. During the summer vacation, I ran away with a boy and we walked away. Five kilometers, just to go on the merry-go-round. I can say for sure, you went to the market last night, didn't you?
Antoine: No, I didn't go yesterday.
Mrs. Leona: So, no matter what day, you a
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