For two years, Ah Fei spent most of his time in school. The school in this town is far away from Ah Fei's home, and he estimates that it takes more than an hour to walk home every day, and occasionally with the children of the factory, the delay on the road will be longer, and of course the grade is slightly longer than Ah Fei.

Because of this, Ah Fei and these children began to learn to go to the amusement hall and start playing games, but more often Ah Fei was watching from the sidelines, after all, he couldn't touch a steel shed to come out, which had a non-negligible relationship with Ah Fei's mother's education.

After all, no parent wants their children to be in these places from an early age and be a second-rate child.

It shouldn't matter much if you don't have money. Breakfast as a child is something that everyone likes to miss, it represents your hometown or some kind of unforgettable atmosphere.

Ah Fei's breakfast every morning at that time was about 1 yuan more, and you could exchange it for 2 buns or a cup of soy milk, of course, in Ah Fei's hometown, you could buy a more affordable and delicious bowl of hot noodles.

Compared with other classmates, the more pocket money he had when he was a child, the higher his status was among children of the same age, because he always gathered three or five small horse boys around him, of course, in the eyes of the teacher, this is also a more naughty child.

In the two years of primary school, in addition to inviting parents to school every time because of learning, Ah Fei left more of an impression on the teacher that he was more well-behaved and taciturn, which seemed to be his term, and he was unwilling to be the one who liked to stand out in the crowd.

Ah Fei also tried to mingle with the local children, bravely to integrate into this kind of environment, of course, in exchange for more contempt, as if the locals have an innate sense of superiority.

The confusion of the language made Ah Fei spit out the local dialect from his mouth, but his father heard it and was confused on the spot, we outsiders, learn what they say and do, speak Mandarin well, and others can understand it wherever they go.

After that, together with his parents, Ah Fei began to communicate in Mandarin with phonetic alphabet. As for the time after school in the afternoon, when Ah Fei and those children pooled money or bought a bowl of wolf tooth potatoes from the old woman at the gate of the school to go home, he poked a toothpick in his mouth and said Mandarin, looking at him with more puzzled eyes.

It may also be because of this relationship between transfer students, the head teacher actually arranged for Ah Fei and the class leader to sit together, the class leader is full of vitality, Danfeng has melon seeds and a ponytail on his face, and he is relatively tall among girls of the same age, and two small dimples are gathered on her face when she smiles, and she always likes to wear a white coat.

This is a rare opportunity for Ah Fei, in addition to asking the squad leader for advice and learning. Several times in the summer, the squad leader wore short sleeves, and Ah Fei always used his spare eyes to look at the bulging chest, or accidentally used his elbow to touch someone else's hand, which was like a Pandora's box, full of mystery and swollen blood.

Those two years were actually uneventful days for Ah Fei, and like most of us, we went to study for the sake of reading, and we never seriously thought about anything.

Time is slowly passing. There is a river at the back of Ah Fei's school, named Dadu River. Ah Fei often heard his father mention it and talk about it.

This river is at the foot of Min Mountain, and flows down after the heavy snow melts. Ah Fei doesn't remember it too clearly, but the only thing is that every summer afternoon, Ah Fei and his children will go to the river together, the yellowing waves crash on the shore, rushing a lot of fine yellow sand, the wind blowing is very refreshing, but the river water is cold and biting in the hot summer.

At that time, the place where Ah Fei's parents lived was a flat compound. Each of the small single rooms, each about 10 square meters, is where many workers and children live.

In the afternoon, the smoke of the cooking is filled, and the languages of various places are mixed together, there are laughter, the cry of newborn children, the taste of beer and Ye'erba, and the beautiful construction of a picture of fireworks in the world.

At the front of the compound is a restaurant, where drivers who come and go to pull goods into the factory choose to eat.

There are two beds in the room, one of which is Ah Fei's. His usual life is in bed. After the weekly holiday, Ah Fei would go out with his children to the mountains behind the river to dig a kind of grass called Ori Ear Root.

When Ah Fei ate it for the first time, he was stung by the deep smell of fish, so much so that he couldn't believe why this thing, like the smell of the toilet, appeared on the dinner table.

Unlike other families, Ah Fei's mother likes to make dumplings, and she will make a lot of them every time, but his family eats very little, and every time Ah Fei comes back from school, he will take some uncooked dumplings with his father to other people in this yard, including Ah Fei's father's friends and his father's leaders.

Ah Fei's mother was tired of this, and always said with a smile, I don't know if it tastes good or not, and whether people will dislike it.

Ah Fei's father said seriously, it must be delicious, they can't make the taste of your dumpling filling, and the ones they send are not enough, looking at his daughter-in-law, he drank the little sour soup left in the bowl after speaking.

In other provinces, there are a few things that Ah Fei remembers deeply, once a classmate had a quarrel on the way out of school, and the cause was very simple.

It had been raining on the side of the road, and when I passed a gas station, there was a depression, and the man was riding a bicycle, which looked like a road race, and rode past Ah Fei, and the water splashed and splashed Ah Fei's entire trouser leg.

Ah Fei dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, because the person he knew was so-and-so from the next class, and he had always had a bad reputation, because he was often seen in the office or at the door of the classroom by the teacher for standing for education.

Ah Fei just looked at his trouser leg. Ah Fei walked forward and found that the guy had also stopped, riding on the car and looking back at him with a smile.

Ah Fei's heart was full of hatred, and he just looked at him blankly. The man turned the car around and rode back and said, "Look at me, you want to hit me."

After finishing speaking, he slammed his wheel again. Ah Fei was at a loss, he felt that he might not be able to beat him, because his height was there, and his body was not of the same level.

After two or three times in a row, the gas station aunt came over when she saw it, and the guy scolded him for being naughty, turned the car and left.

With his children, no one would help him out and no one would help pull him, and his tears kept rolling in his eyes.

And the children, as usual, acted as if nothing had happened. On the way home, Ah Fei gradually distanced himself from them, thinking about it all the time.

Is he weak? Back at home, Ah Fei looked in the mirror, took off his pants and soaked them in the basin.

Wearing briefs that covered his buttocks, he stood in front of the bed and slapped himself twice, holding the dagger in his father's toolbox, and for the first and last time, he hated the way his children looked at him.

Later, Ah Fei realized that the people around him were just as untrustworthy as that time.