Zifan was born in the countryside, but his family is much better off than me.

In fact, in my opinion, as long as you have the determination and will to work hard, bend down, and endure hardships, life will eventually be better than one day.

To quote a particularly down-to-earth classic sentence: No matter who you are, no matter what you are doing, as long as you are willing to throw off your arms, take a step, roll up your sleeves and work hard, a happy life can eventually become a reality in the struggle, and a happy life is born of struggle!

From this point of view alone, all those who know how to work hard must be in a family that is much better than my family's living conditions.

Further, a struggle and harmonious family that understands is worthy of envy.

Straight to the point.

Scheming, thoughtfulness, and thick black are one of the most obvious characteristics of Zifan.

Although Zifan's academic performance is average, with the wide application of his knowledge in the class, he naturally mixes well in the class.

I don't know when, he set his sights on me.

I don't know which of my "good qualities" he likes.

It was during that period of time that I successfully conquered my psychological defense line imperceptibly, and became one of my friends who accompanied me in the rebellious stage, which added a strong touch to my study and life in junior high school.

Not to mention Xu Hui, he is the boy mentioned earlier who was "served with a stick" by Mr. Mustache for teasing girls with eraser.

He is the oldest transfer student in the class, and he is also an extremely special transfer student.

Why?

During junior high school, his classmates were generally fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was already 20 years old at that time.

In the chat with him, I learned that the poverty of the family did not have the money for him to go to school at the beginning, and he finally survived until he was 9 years old and went to school, but the foundation was relatively poor, so he was forced to stay in the grade and read several more junior high school students.

When he was 18 years old, his family arranged for him to serve in the military.

Because he could retain his student status by serving in the military during school, he returned to school after his military career was over, and he joined our class to go to junior high school. So, his real age at this time should be 20 years old.

In fact, in fact, Xu Hui is a "soldier oil" who has been in the army for many years and has rich social experience.

My mother hated him so much. The first time I came into contact with him, I was asked to stay away from him, saying that it was easy to learn badly with him.

And I didn't take my mother's words to heart at all.

Zifan and Xu Hui are the same kind of people, and their drill camp is very obvious, but I couldn't see it at the time.

Looking back, I wonder which aspect of me I fancy, after my academic performance "sprung up", Zifan took the initiative to approach me, and would ask me all kinds of questions about my studies every once in a while.

As soon as it's time for recess, it begins:

"Dunzi, tell me about this math problem......

"Dunzi, I didn't understand the solution of this equation that Mustache talked about today, what should I do if this solution is here?"

"If you look at this trigonometric function, I don't think it can be explained by any theorem......"

At first I was a little impatient, thinking that his questions were all very untechnical and meaningless.

But for the sake of his classmates' face, he was embarrassed to refuse in person, so he could only help him answer.

And in my opinion, these questions are easy as long as you listen carefully.

But every time I told him the answer, he would have a lot of other compliments waiting for me, and I was once confused by these "sugar-coated shells":

"Dunzi, your math is really good, as soon as you explain all the problems, I think it will suddenly become clear......"

"How do you have a brain? I didn't see this formula in the book, and I stupidly thought that I could solve it without a formula!"

"I'll go, you must have gotten the true inheritance of the mustache, right? You can do such a difficult question, it's not easy, it's not simple......"

"I've found that sitting with you is the motivation to learn, and I'm going to have to talk to the mustache about it......"

I thought he was just joking, but I just laughed it off, but then I found out that it wasn't.

When I was young and vigorous, I was already a little arrogant about my top academic performance, coupled with his "sugar-coated cannonball" attacks day by day, praising and complimenting me every day, and the already weak psychological defense line was finally defeated.

completely changed the previous impression of him, and regarded him as a close friend like Boyazi, and once described him as the "only confidant" in my class.

How ignorant I was when I was younger!

In addition, he also took the initiative to tell me about his family background, his difficulties, and his ideals.

"Dunzi, do you know? I am a rural child, my family only relies on my father to farm and raise cattle to support the family and support me and my sister to study, and my mother is sick and no one takes care of me at home, so I must study hard and never disappoint my father's hard work and my mother's expectations. ”

As soon as he said this, it resonated deeply in my heart. Because I have the same ideals and goals!

Then, with tears in his eyes, he told me, "This time, his father sold another cow to pay for him and his sister to go to school......

At that time, his expression, language and demeanor deeply stimulated me and touched my kind sympathy. From the bottom of my heart, I feel that he is a "sympathetic" person who has a similar experience to me.

At that time, I had already ignored the difference between "selling another cow" and "selling the only cow", and I just thought about how the whole family would farm the land if they sold the only cow, and how should the family live?

So I comforted him, helped him, divided half of the breakfast I had - the egg cake that my mother baked, and used the only "frugality" I had and the pocket money given by Lei Zi to buy him pens and homework books......

Suffice it to say, except for the time when we came home from school, we were as good as wearing a pair of pants......

Gradually, I don't know when, Xu Hui also integrated into our slightly deformed ranks.

Then, the three of us subtly converged in thinking and acting...... Xu Hui brought his habit of "soldier oil" to me and Zifan, and Zifan brought the drill camp, thick black, and scheming to me and Xu Hui, and I, not only did not bring them anything, but was deeply affected by the two of them......

At that time, we were already a bit "unruly" in the school, and we didn't take anyone seriously......

One day, Zifan pulled me and said, "Go, come with me to find the mustache!"

"What for?" I wondered.

"You'll know when you go!" Zifan still looked a little mysterious.

In view of the affection of our "solid" buddy, I did not hesitate to follow him to the mustache's office.

"Little ...... Teacher Zhang", we who are used to being called "mustache" behind our backs are still a little unable to change our words in front of him, and the same is true for Zifan.

The mustache glanced at the two of us, who were a little mismatched, and asked with some confusion, "Is there anything wrong with the two of you?"

"Teacher Zhang, I would like to apply to you to change the seat, I want to sit next to the pier, I think only in this way can I calm down and study seriously. Zifan thought for a while and continued to add, "Dunzi has been helping me with math during this time, and I feel that I have improved a lot, and sitting with him I feel that I have enough motivation to study!"

After saying that, he touched me without a trace.

I immediately understood Zifan's intentions, and said unashamedly: "Yes teacher, Zifan is right, I think if the two of us sit together, we can help each other in learning, support each other in life, and we can also twist into a rope in the class, make progress and grow together." ”

The mustache thought about it for a moment and said, "Okay, then you can sit together and try it first." ”

"Zifan, you and Dunzi's table mate will change positions first. ”

At that time, the class rules of class 198 set by Xiao Zizi: all students were ranked by their academic performance, with good grades sitting in the front and poor grades sitting in the back, without exception.

After this battle, Zifan became the only one in the class who broke the rules.

According to the grades, I sat in the second row of the class, and Zifan sat in the last row.

After getting the approval of the mustache, Zifan pulled me back to the class quickly. walked up to my table mate Guo Lei, kicked Guo Lei's desk with his foot quite unreasonably, not caring at all that the pen and notebook on the table fell to the ground: "Go to the back, in my position, the mustache will let us change." ”

"Why? My grades are much higher than yours!" Guo Lei was not to be outdone, "This is the rule set by the mustache!"

"Tell you, the two of you are also set by mustaches when you two change seats!" As soon as I saw that Guo Lei still dared to resist, and he was working against the two of us, I suddenly became angry, and kicked Guo Lei's desk again like Zifan, "Get out, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and move things to the back!"

The desk was kicked twice in a row, and those books on the edge did not withstand the invasion of "natural disasters", and they did not hesitate to "jump down".

When Guo Lei saw the attitude of the two of us, he was forced by our "deterrence", so he had to silently pick up the books, paper and pens that were scattered all over the ground, moved them to the back, and changed positions with Zifan.

In this way, I started from the moment when I ruthlessly violently drove my table mate to the last moment of the class, marking the complete arrival of my youthful rebellious period, and also the beginning of the "reputation" of being named "little gangster" during my middle school years.

During my time with them, I gradually lost myself.

It seems that he has completely forgotten the "excellent boy" with great ambitions at the beginning - an excellent teenager who regards learning as his main goal and has made up his mind countless times to create a good family environment and living atmosphere for his mother by improving family conditions and improving family life, so that his mother can live a happy life.

What is remembered is indeed seen in the eyes and remembered in the heart, as annoying as a rat crossing the street, the moth of the class, school and even society, the arrogant and self-righteous "degenerate" that people can't avoid!