The Saturday and Sunday of '95 has been implemented for a whole month, but the glutinous rice ball stall opposite Bailifang Primary School still stubbornly sticks to its place on the weekend. Even if there is no business on Saturday morning, Aunt Fantuan's mentality does not collapse at all, and she doesn't think it's boring to make too little money, so she should go out of the stall - after all, everyone is generally not very rich these days, and the price is low, so you can earn an extra ten or twenty yuan a day, and it can be worth a day's food money.

Lin Miao and Xu Fengfan bought milk from a rice ball stall that had started selling cows part-time, and separated at the school gate.

Lin Miao grabbed the hot glass, bit the straw, smelled the rich milky fragrance without water, and strode along the dilapidated road where there was still no demolition movement. The environment around the school seems to have changed slightly, with a stationery store turning yellow into a bookstore, and a noodle shop that opened last month turning into a photo studio, but on the whole, there is no difference in the eye. The rough decoration of the shops along the street reminds him that it is still the mid-nineties when the era of planned economy has just passed - three years before the large-scale urban renewal project in Dongou City starts, before China joins the TO, the whole country begins to take off rapidly, and the GDP is still five years away from the starting line of the Premier League, and it is still nearly ten years away from the theoretical third industrial revolution but the information age that has never been given this name.

And Lin Miao unknowingly, he has already lived a good life beyond this era for at least ten years.

Live in a high-rise building and take a car.

How long has it been since the per capita living standard of the urban population in Oucheng District reached this point?

Lin Miao can't remember a little clearly, it seems that he graduated from 2010 as an undergraduate?

Or maybe even earlier, in 2006, the year of college enrollment?

The speed of China's economic rise after the 21st century has made him, a person in the situation, feel a little overwhelmed. Looking back after being reborn at this time, Lin Miao suddenly realized that this world could change so quickly.

As long as there is a strong enough hand and enough resources are mobilized persistently, with the cooperation of technology, in just one or two decades, human beings can approach the universe from the wilderness. If the Chinese born in the thirties of the twentieth century can live beyond 2010, they will have experienced the complete modern history of China from beginning to end, and witnessed the changes of Chinese society from an agricultural society to an industrial society to the information age. When you think about it, it's really emotional.

"Living long is the greatest blessing, so you must lay a good foundation for your body from an early age, and I also hope to see the day when humanity conquers cancer, eradicates famine, and lands on Mars......"

Seeing that less than 20 meters in front of him was the classroom of COSCO that was so broken that even thieves didn't want to enter, and on the way less than 50 meters, Lin Miao, who quickly went through the catalog of modern Chinese history from his mind, and by the way, he also imagined the future of the future, and forcibly poured the remaining half of the bottle of milk into his stomach in three or two bites.

In order to grow a little taller in this life, he has already made up his mind not to leave a way for his stomach to live.

"Hiccup~" Lin Miao burped a little, and then put the empty glass that could be recycled and sold for money against the wall next to the door of a house. Then he wiped his mouth, walked forward less than ten steps with his head held high, and arrived at the door of the broken classroom of the calligraphy class.

Early in the morning, there were no students in the room, and only COSCO was alone and reading this "Dragon Babu".

COSCO obviously didn't wash his hair in the morning, and the few strands of hair were stuck together one by one, and the Mediterranean tendency in the center of the top of his head became more and more obvious. COSCO saw Lin Miao and showed a smile.

He put down the cover in his hand, which was about to be torn, pulled out a wooden chair from under the table, which could only be said to be able to sit firmly, and asked with a smile: "Xiaoxiao, why didn't I come with you today?"

"Xiaoxiao she...... Hiccup~" Lin Miao burped again, and almost spit up milk this time, but fortunately, she reacted quickly, and immediately forcibly swallowed it back very tragically, self-controlled for two seconds, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then gasped and replied, "Xiaoxiao...... I'm going out with my mom to buy clothes in the morning, and my mom will bring her over in the afternoon. ”

COSCO nodded in understanding.

Lin Miao's family's habit of buying clothes, he had heard Li Xiao talk about it not long ago. Jiang Ping usually buys clothes for Li Xiao all morning, buying enough clothes for a quarter at a time, and there are almost 20 pieces of clothes, pants, shoes and hats - that is, the limit of what Jiang Ping and Li Xiao can hold with four hands. As for how much it costs each time, Li Xiao can't say clearly, and COSCO doesn't want to ask more. Anyway, with Lin Miao's family's current perverted income, even if he Wu Zhongyuan opens two more calligraphy classes, it will be impossible for him to catch up.

Lin Miao sat down beside COSCO.

COSCO stood up, walked to the cramped cubicle at the back of the classroom, and brought Lin Miao a notebook and pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Lin Miao has always come to class empty-handed, and all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones used in class are stored here, as for the weekday calligraphy homework, it was only after the first class that COSCO corrected it once, and then Lao Lin personally did it for him.

The two of them discussed loudly in front of a group of little children how to train Lin Miao to become a world-famous calligrapher, and the final result was that COSCO decisively gave Lin Miao a place for the overseas competition that originally belonged to a child named Wang Binbin, who was asked from the Dongou City Calligraphy Association. I have to say that Lao Lin's wave of hatred is really as steady as a dog......

Lin Miao opened the notebook, COSCO poked his head over, and pointed to the words to Lin Miao to practice today: "Yong, forever." ”

Lin Miao snorted lightly.

This word is already considered to be a stroke practice stage, and it is a relatively backward word.

The points are folded horizontally and vertically, and all kinds of comparisons are basically complete.

This obviously means that he is about to end the practice of simple gestures and move on to the next stage of calligraphy structure practice.

Lin Miao must admit that although the teaching environment of COSCO's broken classroom is very bad, his own teaching ideas and methods are still relatively reliable. Teaching students also know how to teach students according to their aptitude, when they meet Lin Miao's progress perversion, they will come quickly, and they can't wait to teach all the real grass within two or three years, and when they meet Li Xiao, who has no calligraphy foundation, they will practice the basic skills to the death, and the red painting plan will last for two years, let her first fully understand the order of the strokes of each word, and then tell her about the use of strokes, the construction of structures, and the shaping of styles.

Unlike some irresponsible calligraphy teachers later, in order to let the children participate in the competition as soon as possible to fool their parents into the past, they will let the children engage in complicated copying at the beginning, completely ignoring the basic training, so that some children will be beaten back to their original shape in a few months after participating in the competition, wasting a lot of time and money in vain - and the most disgusting thing is that those competitions are usually all organized by pheasant institutions, and the certificate has no gold content.

Lin Miao stared at the word "Yong" on the notebook for two minutes before he dipped his pen in ink and slowly copied it.

After more than two months of practice, Lin Miao has a very good grasp of the strength of the pen, one stroke, even if the first few words are not good, but within ten words, you can quickly adjust it, and then the words copied are more and more similar to the copybook, and when the two pages are finished, write to the end, and even use his own exclusive font to write a very personal style of the line.

Every time COSCO watched Lin Miao spend an hour, it would walk through the journey that would take ordinary children five or six years to complete, and there would be a feeling of watching others fight monsters and upgrade. That kind of sense of rising to a level every minute made him quite unstoppable, if it weren't for the urgency of urinating or the urging of other students' parents, he could even sit beside Lin Miao for two hours.

Lin Miao is in a good state today, or she is becoming more and more proficient in the use of brushes, so she only wrote four words, and she is not much different from the one on the calligraphy.

Zhongyuan came over with a cup of tea, sat on the side with a smile, and saw that Lin Miao's progress had jumped to 80% today, and he was bored, so he told him about the competition abroad.

"By this time next year, you'll probably be able to write big characters with a pen. Dongou City Calligraphy Association here, a total of ten children's group places, I also have a bit of face in the association, originally said that your quota is going to be used this year, I told people, to drag it to next year. If you can get the first prize, you can go to Singapore to receive the award, and the opportunity to travel abroad for free is rare......" COSCO said triumphantly, obviously having excessive brain supplementation for the word going abroad.

Lin Miao was a little full of food, and he didn't bother to correct the mistake of concept for COSCO, a dirt bun, so he gave a perfunctory sound.

Seeing Lin Miao's disappreciative look, Zhongyuan's mind still didn't turn around, and he couldn't help asking, "Do you think it's boring to go abroad to play?"

Lin Miao had no choice but to say: "Following a group of people to play, it's nothing more than to watch a scene and buy something, half the time is on the road, half the time is in the hotel, what's the point." It's a little better in China, you can still walk around when you get to the place, you can communicate with the locals, and you are not afraid of getting lost. If you go to a foreign country, think about how else you can play if you don't understand the language? Besides, Singapore is such a small place, it is a city, you don't understand their city history and culture, those landmarks, those scenic spots, what is the use of letting you see them? At most, you can take a picture and come back. What is the point of taking a plane for ten or so hours, and the result is that there are a few more photos at home?"

COSCO was completely unable to talk back when Lin Miao said it, and couldn't help but fall into silence.

He recalled that he had gone abroad a few times, but as Lin Miao said, most of the time he spent playing poker with a group of friends in the hotel, and the rest of the time he participated in the boring review meeting, and then he followed a large number of people to take pictures everywhere, and even had to be helped by the tour guide when he was thirsty to buy a bottle of drink. What kind of competition abroad, in the final analysis, is nothing more than the domestic calligraphy association and a group of overseas Chinese calligraphy enthusiasts looking for an excuse to go out together. Those leaders can say that there are actually a lot of things that can be played, and they really went abroad to enjoy themselves, and their so-called association members are at best to make up a number.

It's really fun, the big guys outside won't bring him!

COSCO silently took a sip of tea, feeling a little sad in his heart.

After all, he is in his forties and almost fifty, and he can't see it clearly without a seven-year-old child......

He stared at Lin Miao writing stroke by stroke, and suddenly thought in his heart, this kid in front of him must be amazing when he grows up, right?

Such a student, ordinary people can't look forward to it!

"Miao Miao, why don't you be my apprentice, you will call me Master in the future, I won't charge you tuition. COSCO was quiet for most of the day, and suddenly said this.

As soon as the words fell, Wang Binbin and his mother walked in from outside.

COSCO and Wang Binbin's mother glanced at each other, and Wang Binbin's mother's eyes were full of fire. This front foot just gave up her son's quota for the overseas competition to Lin Miao, and now she doesn't even charge tuition? Wang Binbin of her family, but he has been studying with COSCO for six years! COSCO, you turtle grandson are still shameless?

The corners of Zhongyuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he brushed the non-existent hair on his forehead, as if he had been caught raped in bed, speechless.

Between the embarrassing scenes, Lin Miao looked up at the three of them, and made up for it lightly: "Teacher, don't be cranky, I can't use up the number of places in this and that competition, I recognize you as a master, obviously I am at a loss." ”

A mouthful of old blood from COSCO quickly surged up to his throat.

Wang Binbin, who was standing outside the door, looked sad and indignant, what he wanted was snatched away, but the person who snatched his things did not cherish it.

Why is this world so cruel?......

"Ah...... I won't study anymore!" Wang Binbin's mentality was a little explosive, and he threw the class bag in his hand to the ground. Two large screen pens were thrown out of the bag and flew down the road. A motorcycle sped by, clicking, and crushing one of the expensive mahogany pole Hanzhen brushes that had been used for racing. Wang Binbin didn't look at it, turned his head and ran.

Wang Binbin was fucking distressed now, and hysterically yelled at COSCO: "Grass your mother, grass your mother!!!!"

After scolding, he hurriedly turned back to chase his son like Qiong Yao's drama.

COSCO was scolded so that his eyes were straight, and his face was more sad than being beaten.

Lin Miao put down the brush in her hand, turned her head to look at COSCO, and comforted softly: "Teacher, you don't have to feel too sorry for Wang Binbin. In life, there will be gains and losses, and there will be gains and losses. The older you get, the more you gain and the more you lose. Everyone is so old, and they will gradually get used to it in the future......"

The corners of Zhongyuan's mouth twitched slightly.

He wasn't sure if he had misunderstood.

But Lin Miao listened to these two words, why did he seem to be talking about him so much?