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扫帚和簸箕是一对好朋友
十月十四日，星期二，晴。
今天轮到我们组值日，我和刘小满一对，她扫地，我撮垃圾。老师把扫帚递给她的时候，她冲我挤了一下眼睛，意思是我们俩早就商量好了。
她扫地特别有意思，扫帚在她手里像一把大梳子，从窗户那排桌子底下一直梳到讲台前面。我弯着腰端簸箕跟在后头，她扫过来一堆纸屑和铅笔花，我往前一送，她一撮，全进来了。我们俩不用说话，她往左我往左，她退后我退后。同桌说我们像电视里配合传球的两名球员。
扫到最后一排，她的扫帚头卡住了一根头发，她蹲下去用手指绕出来，我也蹲下去帮她按住扫帚。绕完她手上一手灰，冲我哈了一口气，我也哈她一口，两个人蹲在地上笑成一团。笑完赶紧擦黑板，她个子不够，擦不到最上面那行字，我让她踩着我的影子够，她够到了，喊我名字，声音大得隔壁班都听见了。
擦完黑板她又擦讲台，我把粉笔头一个个捡起来放回盒里，红的半截、白的整支，还有一支只剩指甲盖那么长。她说这支留给老师写重点，我说好，把它摆在盒子最前排。讲台被擦得露出木头原来的颜色，角上有个小洞，我用粉笔灰给它填上了。
干完活我们俩去洗手，她的袖口上有一道白粉笔印，我帮她拍掉，她帮我拍我肩膀上的灰。教室的桌子被我们拉得整整齐齐，窗台上扫帚和簸箕靠在一起。
放学一起走，她背着书包走在马路牙子上，张开胳膊像走钢丝。我也跳上去，我们俩隔着一米，谁也不碰谁，比谁的影子长。今天太阳好，我们的影子都长得拖到了电线杆上。她说，明天还轮到我们组，我说那正好，扫帚和簸箕是一对好朋友，我们也是。
今天真开心。值日一点都不累，因为是好朋友一起干。
The Broom and the Dustpan Are Best Friends
October fourteenth, Tuesday, sunny.
Today it was the turn of our group for class duty, and I was paired with Liu Xiaoman. She sweeps, I hold the dustpan. When the teacher handed her the broom, she winked at me, meaning the two of us had long ago worked this out.
Sweeping is fun in her hands. The broom moves like a big comb, from under the desks by the window all the way to the front of the platform. I bend over and follow with the dustpan in both hands. She sweeps up a heap of paper bits and pencil shavings, I push the pan forward, she scoops, and everything falls in. The two of us need no words: she moves left, I move left; she steps back, I step back. My deskmate said we looked like two players passing a ball on television.
When she reached the last row, a hair got caught in the broom. She squatted down and wound it out with her fingers while I held the broom steady for her. Afterward her hands were dusty, and she blew air on them, then blew air at me, and I blew air back, and we squatted on the floor in a laughing heap. Then we hurried to clean the blackboard. She was not tall enough for the top line of writing, so she reached up while standing on my shadow. She reached it and shouted my name so loudly that the class next door could hear.
After the blackboard she wiped the podium, and I picked up the pieces of chalk one by one and put them back in the box: half a red one, a whole white one, and one only the length of a fingernail. She said this last one should be kept for the teacher to write the key points, and I said all right, and set it in the front row of the box. The podium was wiped until the original color of the wood showed, and there was a small hole in its corner, which I filled with chalk dust.
After the work we went to wash our hands. She had a white line of chalk on her sleeve, and I patted it off for her, and she patted the dust off my shoulder. The desks of the classroom were pulled straight by us, and by the windowsill the broom and the dustpan leaned against each other.
After school we walked home together. She walked along the curb with her arms open like a tightrope walker. I climbed up too, one meter apart, neither touching the other, comparing whose shadow was longer. The sun was good today, and our shadows stretched all the way to the telephone pole. She said our group is on duty again tomorrow. I said that is perfect, because the broom and the dustpan are best friends, and so are we.
What a happy day. Cleaning duty is not tiring at all, because best friends do it together.
玻璃上的两个笑脸
十月二十一日，星期二，晴转多云。
今天又轮到我们组值日，这回的任务是擦桌子和擦玻璃。我和王萌桐一对，她拿喷壶，我拿抹布。开工前我们定了个规矩：她喷三下，我擦一下，谁坏了规矩，放学谁请客小卖部的冰棍。
王萌桐喷水上瘾，喷壶捏得啪啪响，很有节奏。我跟在后头擦，抹布在桌面上画弧线，桌子从灰变亮，一排接一排，像刚从工厂里推出来的。擦到第四排，班长过来检查，弯下腰看了看，说一点灰都没有，冲我们竖大拇指。王萌桐拿喷壶假装喷他，他跳开了，大家都笑。
擦玻璃最好玩。她把水喷在玻璃上，我从一角开始擦干净。玻璃上的水痕一时半会儿干不了，她在我这边的水痕上用手指画了个笑脸，我也在她那边的水痕上画了一个。两个笑脸隔着玻璃对着。老师过来看，没批评我们，说这两个笑脸让窗户像在笑。王萌桐冲我吐舌头，我赶紧用抹布角把笑脸擦掉，其实偷偷留了一个小的，只有我们俩看得见。
擦完，桌子亮得能照出人影。我趴在自己桌上一看，桌面上的脸圆圆的，还发红。王萌桐也趴下来看，两张脸在两张桌子上碰到了一起。我们笑着直起身，去水池洗手巾。水桶里的水变灰了，手巾一拧，水甩到彼此的袖子上，我们互相告状，谁也没真生气。倒脏水的时候，我们把桶提到后门的污水池，池边地砖上长着一层绿苔，她踮着脚绕过去，我学她，两个人像走独木桥，晃晃悠悠把水倒了。
放学一起走，我们从校门口数台阶数到路口，数到一百零八，同时到的。她说下次改成跳着数，我说好。夕阳在背后，教学楼的玻璃反着一道橘色的光。我想起那两个笑脸，不知道它们还在不在玻璃上。大概早干了，但是我记得。
今天真开心。下次值日，我还想和王萌桐一对。
The Smileys on the Window Glass
October twenty-first, Tuesday, clear then cloudy.
Our group is on duty again today, and this time the job is wiping desks and glass. I am paired with Wang Mengtong. She holds the spray bottle, I hold the cloth. Before we started we made a rule: she sprays three times, I wipe once, and whoever breaks the rule buys a popsicle at the little shop after school.
Wang Mengtong loves spraying. The squeeze of her bottle keeps a rhythm, pat, pat, pat. I chase behind her, and my cloth sweeps across the desk in an arc. The desks turn from gray to bright, row after row, as if they just came out of a factory. When we finished the fourth row, the class monitor came to inspect. He bent down to look and said not a speck of dust was left, then gave us a thumbs up. Wang Mengtong aimed the bottle at him, he jumped away, and everybody laughed.
The glass is the most fun. She sprays water on it, and I wipe it clean from one corner. The water marks do not dry right away. She draws a smiley with her finger in the water mark on my side, and I draw one on her side. The two smileys face each other through the glass. The teacher came to look and did not scold us. She said the two smileys make the window look like it is smiling. Wang Mengtong stuck her tongue out at me, and I wiped the smiley away with the corner of my cloth, but in fact I left one small one that only the two of us can see.
When we finished, the desks were bright enough to reflect a face. I bent close to my desk, and the face in the desk looked round and red. Wang Mengtong bent close too, and the two faces in the two desks touched each other. We laughed and stood up straight, then went to the sink to rinse our cloths. The water in the bucket turned gray, and when we wrung the cloths, water flew onto the sleeves of each other. We each blamed the other, and neither was truly angry. When pouring the dirty water, we carried the bucket to the waste pool by the back door. A green layer of moss grew on the tiles at the edge of the pool. She tiptoed around it, and I copied her, and the two of us wobbled across like walking a balance beam, and poured the water out.
Walking home, we counted the steps from the school gate to our crossing. At one hundred and eight we arrived at the same time. She said next time we should count by jumping, and I said all right. The setting sun was behind us, and the glass of the teaching building held one streak of orange light. I thought of the two smileys we had drawn. I do not know whether they are still on the glass. They have probably dried away, but I remember them.
What a happy day. Next time we are on duty, I hope I am paired with Wang Mengtong again.
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