I went to see the movie Doraemon on the weekend. At the end, my girlfriend hugged my arm and cried silly. I looked around, and all the men, women and children around me were sniffling.
For children, this is just a good animated film. For those adults who shed tears in the dark, I think it may have evoked many memories, not only the days when Doraemon accompanied them, but also those who disappeared from you while growing up.
I don't watch anime. For me, Doraemon has the same meaning as Logger Vick. My boudoir looked at my blurred 3D glasses with a contemptuous face and asked me why I was crying. I said, "My tears are not for my childhood, for having Doraemon at any door, or for ending the lyrical sentence" Let the friends in company get happiness, that is, when they leave ",but for the clumsy boy named Nobi Nobuo."
Nobi Nobuo, who lives in Tokyo, is not smart, can't do it, is kind and sensitive, and is always bullied by the strong and violent boy in his class. The growth history of Daxiong is actually a dark past that every stupid child has experienced. When I was watching Nobita being knocked down by Pang Hu and stumbling to his feet with all his strength, I suddenly remembered a boy in the junior middle school class.
We all call him Wukong, because he really looks like a funny monkey with big ears and thin figure. In junior high school, there are two kinds of students who are most popular: one is a good student with smart mind and good grades, who can easily solve math problems; The other is a bad teenager who doesn't study, but fights badly, always acting unruly, or sleeping in the last row. Even if you don't belong to either of these two groups, you can have your own small group as long as your mouth is sweet and your legs are quick. However, it happened that Wukong didn't have it, and he was stubborn to death, so Wukong always went to the toilet alone and did exercises on his desk alone.
At the school gate is a snack street hundreds of meters long. Wukong's parents push a tricycle to set up a stall selling pancake fruit, with one egg and one in 1.5 yuan. Ten years ago, in a small county town, it took an hour to play in an Internet cafe before 1.5 yuan. In order to play games in the Internet cafe for a while, the boys saved their lunch. But if you don't eat, you will be hungry, so they blocked Wukong at the door of the toilet, punched him twice, gave him some color to see first, and then talked about the conditions, and ordered Wukong to bring four pancake fruits to the classroom in the future.
Those boys are all one head taller than Wukong, and Wukong silently stared at them with his eyes red and his head tilted back. Wukong is so thin and their fists are so strong, how painful it is to hit him with them. No matter how stupid Wukong is, he must know that it's not worthwhile to be beaten for a few pancakes. However, at noon the next day, Wukong still returned to the classroom empty-handed, drooping his head and endorsing his physics textbook.
After the boys came back from the Internet cafe, they didn't see their lunch, so naturally they were very upset. Strode to Wukong and reach out and drag him from the chair to the wall at the back of the classroom. Wukong is really stubborn and doesn't resist. Although there are tears in his eyes, he still purses his lips and stares at the physics textbook in his hand.
The boys threw themselves at him and punched him. Wukong still didn't cry, but his face was in pain. I am the monitor, and I have a bunch of evidence of boys' bad behavior in my hand. If I report it to the teacher casually, they will inevitably be punished. So I threatened them to let Wukong go.
Wukong slowly looked up at me amid the boys' shouts, then picked up the trampled physics textbook on the ground and returned to his seat.
Later, I thought, what I did at that time was not to rescue Wukong, but the girl's heroic feelings exploded, trying to win the applause of the people around her like the peerless master who was full of justice in martial arts novels. If it is a novel of pure love, then Wukong should be moved by me, so that he is secretly in love, sitting alone in a corner, secretly watching my every move. But how can life develop according to the routine in the novel? Wukong doesn't have a crush on me, and we still don't have much overlap as before. Wukong is still so stupid that even the math teacher picked up the blackboard eraser and threw it at his position, saying, "Pigs are smarter than you."
before the middle school entrance examination, teachers from vocational high schools come to the school to recruit students. The head teacher talked to Wukong and told him that it was the wisest choice for him to go to vocational high school from his family situation to his academic performance. In fact, Wukong's achievements in liberal arts are not bad, and he is ranked in the class, but mathematics and physics are really terrible.
Wukong refused to accept the application form in the hand of the class teacher. Without a second's hesitation, he said, "I still want to try."
I haven't seen Wukong since the senior high school entrance examination. I just heard that he was admitted to an experimental middle school with a low-key score of 5 points higher than the score, and went to a university or two in the south after the college entrance examination.
When I heard these news, I was very happy for Wukong. That stupid child kept speeding up the pace, and finally he was able to catch up with his peers. Like most people, after graduating from college, he could find a good job, marry a girl who hit it off and live a stable life.
But he is the Wukong who has been called "stupid to death" since he was a child. It's not that easy to be smart. In his sophomore year, he made another "stupid mistake" and left for Beijing.
Wukong majored in power engineering. If he is lucky, he will be able to enter the oil-rich industry of power system in the future. However, Wukong resolutely submitted his application for dropping out of school, and under the scolding of his parents, he set foot on the train going north.
I don't know how many people flock to the streets of Beijing every year, and I don't know whether their dreams are as heavy as Wukong's, and I don't know how difficult it is to take the self-taught exam in Beijing. All I know is that in order to get into the Communication University of China, Wukong carries thick self-taught materials one by one.
I studied while working, and spent the whole winter in the cold basement of Beijing. Fortunately, the "stupid" child's efforts have not been disappointed. This time, he was admitted to China Communication University with excellent results.
As the Spring Festival approaches, the TV station is short of staff. He broke his head and grabbed a temporary job in Beijing TV Station. He wants to stay in the station all the time every day. He is still silent and hard-working. No one in the group wants to be on duty during the holidays, but he is "stupid", holding a bunch of instant noodles and taking all the hard work. Therefore, Wukong stayed in the stage with "stupidity".
Wukong is no longer skinny and malnourished. He is now the director of a CCTV program. But I know that the history of Wukong's struggle is not as easy as I described.
Wukong came to Jinan for business a few days ago. We had dinner together and talked about many years' experiences. He said, "I hope all the bitterness in the future can be regarded as a joke."
At that time, that lonely child who was beaten by others never shed tears, fate didn't care for you, and didn't give you an intelligent brain or a good family environment. Fortunately, you didn't give up on yourself. Even though there were thorns all the way, you still stood at the finish line with scars all over your body and a smile on your face.
You see, not every clumsy child like Daxiong can meet a Doraemon with magical ability, and even meeting an ordinary friend who can give you support and stand by and cheer for you is a matter of luck. But every clumsy child is stumbling up from the mire of life by his own strength, even if he is covered in mud, it is just another color of his dream.
When the bamboo dragonfly of childhood disappeared into the sky, we finally grew into the adults we had imagined silently. Even though we still haven't found the omnipotent Doraemon, we stupid children have learned to fight for ourselves.
I hope that every clumsy child can accumulate gorgeous colors in life, turn into a butterfly in his own life, flap his bright wings and open any door to a better future.