When the two returned to the bridge, they saw that the people sitting in the shade of the trees had already changed. The place where they had just sat was empty and empty.

Wen Xiang remembered that a young man with yellow hair who had just sat next to them stared at the little boy's mobile phone from time to time.

"Phones were either picked up or taken away. There are many people here, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to find it back. Wen Xiang said.

The little boy said, "Forget it, it's broken anyway." It was useless to pick it up, so I had to go back and get beaten up by my dad. ”

The two went home and parted at the intersection.

Wen Xiang walked back along a concrete slope in front of his house, and saw relatives and neighbors sitting on the two-meter-high playground in the distance. A few boys from the neighbor's house who were admitted to high school were also there.

Two boys saw Wenxiang, walked to the playground and said hello, "My dad is going to take us to the high school in the county seat in two days." Why don't you go together?"

Wen Xiang said: "I didn't get in, I don't want to go." ”

Wen Xiang was taller than the two boys, and the three of them stood together, and the contrast was even more obvious. The neighbor said: "The three children are standing together, and they are still tall. ”

Wen Xiang's mother said: "What's the use of high, the brain is not good." ”

Everyone burst out laughing. Wen Xiang was a little disgusted by this scene, and he smiled helplessly.

The two boys, one of whom was a little thinner, continued: "I heard that there are sixteen classes in the high school this year, and there are fifty students in each class, and there are about eight or nine hundred students. That's four more classes than last year. ”

The slightly chubby boy said: "And this year, the school has built a new big canteen, a plastic running track, and a tennis court. When I get in, I have to go to the plastic track and run a few laps. ”

The more the two talked, the happier they became, but Wen Xiang couldn't interject at all.

Among them, the slightly thin boy saw Wen Xiang standing there silently, tugged at the corner of the slightly chubby boy's clothes, and motioned him to change the subject.

The fat boy said nonchalantly: "What are you doing with my clothes, I am admitted to high school and report to a new school, so I naturally have to be happy and happy." It's not that I didn't pass the test, I spoke loudly, and I was afraid of being laughed at. ”

After the fat boy finished speaking, he glanced at Wen Xiang with a sneer.

The slightly thinner boy changed the subject and said, "The cooking school that Wenxiang is going to is in the city." ”

A relative next to me said: "It just so happened that I was running errands for the past two days, and I drove past the cooking school, so I went in and walked around, and I also recorded a video." You can take a look. ”

After speaking, he took out his phone and turned up a video.

In the video, a towering chimney next to the cooking school is billowing smoke, and passers-by are covering their mouths and noses. In the mottled and rusty barbed wire, three or five students are running in the playground. The concrete runway, with its potholes and cracked passages, is simply inferior to the road outside. On the football field enclosed by the track, several students were playing football, and the ground was dusty.

Behind the students who were kicking the ball, there was a girl running on the track when she suddenly fell to the ground and disappeared.

The video ends abruptly here.

Relatives asked, "How's it going, aren't all schools like this?"

The slightly chubby boy said, "What kind of liar school is this, it's too broken." It's not as good as our junior high school campus. ”

The skinny boy spotted the girl who fell into the pit behind the video, and he asked, "What happened to the girl who fell into the pit on the runway?" The running track of this school is too exaggerated, and the people are gone. ”