On February 10, Wang Ziyan returned to Liangcheng early in the morning and received the family report today.

Unexpectedly, his grades fell again, and of the forty-six people in the class, he fell to the thirty-sixth, and he fell to the bottom ten of the class.

If you want to talk about Wang Ziyan, he is smart for sure, which can be seen from the fact that he can also be ranked in the middle of the first middle school.

Under normal circumstances, his grades hovered between the twenties and thirties of the class, and he never fell to the bottom of the class.

He never copied the exam, he took as many exams as he could, he didn't even carry a small note, he did what he could do, and he left it empty if he couldn't do it.

It's the first time I've done so badly.

According to this trend, I will definitely not be able to get into college, and in my previous life, I took the exam for three years in a row, and I barely managed to get into a second book when the university expanded its enrollment.

During this period of time, the university has not yet expanded its enrollment, and college students are still a very expensive group, and they have not yet reached the situation where college students are not even as good as dogs.

After all, at that time, dogs still had dog food to eat, and college students didn't even have to eat dog food if they didn't mix well.

After receiving the family report sheet, for the first time, I carefully wrote down the homework assigned by the teachers of each subject, and the homeroom teacher held a class meeting on holiday safety, and kicked them out of the teaching building before lunch and dinner.

The school is going to be closed in the afternoon, and no one is allowed to enter the teaching building, so if you need to move things home, you can go to the dormitory to move things, and if you don't need to move things, you can go whatever you want.

Some of the students want to go home, and some get together to party.

Wang Ziyan was dragged to a party by a few people who had mixed up before, nothing more than to find a restaurant to eat and drink, and then either go to play billiards, or go to the video hall to watch the video, or go rollerblading.

At half past four in the afternoon, Wang Ziyan was walking on the street alone with a backpack, drinking too much and not seeming to be sober, a little confused, not knowing what he was thinking.

When he was drinking at noon, he was stopped by a word.

Here's what the man said: "Prince, you are a stunned young man, and your family has no money, can you not fight and die?" Have you ever thought about it, if you break someone else, can your family afford to pay for it?"

Wang Ziyan was stunned at that time, maybe he hadn't thought about it before, and he hadn't thought about it originally, but now, he couldn't help but think about it.

People say that once you think too much, you have concerns, and you will hesitate.

Speaking of which, Wang Ziyan lived forty years old in his previous life, he was a good baby in the first fifteen years, a bastard in the middle twelve years, and then he had a good family man for five years, and he became a bastard in the last eight years.

His life was actually very exciting, he was a hooligan, a prostitute, slept in a good family, and was a good one.

He has only loved two women in his life, one is his mother and the other is his first love.

Maybe there's another one, and that's his ex-wife.

He has been injured many times in his life, but he has only been stabbed by two women, not in his body, but in his heart.

The setting sun casts a thousand golden rays on the earth, and the whole city seems to be draped in a golden veil like cicada wings, casting a mysterious color on the earth.

It's not a wide street, and there is a lot of traffic. Cars, motorcycles, motorcycle tricycles, pedal tricycles, and two-eight-bar bicycles come and go.

The honks of cars, the jingling of bicycles, and the clamor of the crowd make up a set of annoying symphonies.

It's almost the Chinese New Year, and the people who went south to work rushed back early, and then poured into the streets of all sizes.

The pedestrians on the road are full of smiles, carrying large bags and small bags, leading children to hold dolls, swaying around the bustling streets, talking and laughing loudly, mixed with the crying of children who are not satisfied with the requirements, which is very annoying.

Wang Ziyan thought the sounds were annoying, took out a Walkman from his backpack, stuffed the headphones into his ears, faced the dusk sunset, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and staggered towards the passenger station.

The Walkman was brought back to him by his father from Lu Province, an ultra-thin cassette player, not a terrific Walkman, just a miscellaneous brand.

When he bought it, he spent more than 100 yuan, saying that it was for him to learn English, but he had never used this thing and listened to English tapes, he was listening to songs, such as pop songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

It was getting dark, and the last bus home was half past six in the evening.

At noon, I drank a lot of wine at the reunion with my classmates, and when the cold wind in the alley blew, Wang Ziyan's already dizzy brain became even more dizzy, muddy, and I felt like I wanted to vomit.

Wang Ziyan retched for a long time holding a trash can, but didn't spit out anything.

He casually looked up and saw a little chubby doll with bright eyes and confusion biting her fingers staring at him.

The moment he saw those eyes, he remembered his naughty and lovely son, his own heart.

After being stunned for a long time, Wang Ziyan buried his head in his knees with his hands in pain, and slowly sat down next to the trash can, tears falling from his face hidden under his arms.

"Dad, I want to eat lollipops. ”

"Dad, I'm going to have ice cream. ”

"Dad, shall we go to the playground?"

"Dad, shall we go to grandparents' house to play?"

"Dad, I miss you so much, when are you going to come to see me?"

"Dad, Mom scolded me again, when are you going to pick me up?"

"Daddy......"

"Daddy......"

After a long time, Wang Ziyan finally cried enough, raised his hand and wiped the tears on his face.

He sat down next to the trash can, staring blankly ahead, humming a song in a low voice.

It was a song called "I Do", sung by Faye Wong.

Wang Ziyan hummed this song over and over again, bitter in his heart.

At some point, he really wanted to try, maybe a car accident or an electric shock could really bring him back?

But in the end, he still didn't have the courage, maybe he was afraid of pain, or he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to go back.

After a while, he was awakened by the cold feeling coming from under his buttocks, and slowly stood up with the trash can, beat his legs that were a little sore, and patted the dust on his buttocks, took a deep breath, and cheered up.

When I stood up, I found that there was no sound in the headphones, and I fumbled through my pocket for the play button, and the tape was already at the end of it. I didn't care, I took it out and changed it to the side, pressed the play button and continued on the road.

Liangcheng is so small that you can see the trees on the edge of the city and the two-mile-long canal bridge in the distance. The tallest building in Liangcheng is a newly developed community, surrounded by a fence of about four or five acres of land, which is only halfway completed, and a dozen or so high-rise buildings of about 30 floors stand in a low, dilapidated building.

Before that, the tallest building in Liangcheng was the clock tower of the passenger station, which was ten stories high.

This bell tower was newly built in 1994 by the passenger station, and it has become a landmark building in Liangcheng as soon as it is completed, and it will ring the sound of the time every day.

Standing here at the bus station, you can see the tall buildings, and several crane towers more than 100 meters high are very conspicuous. It's cold now, and the work has been stopped. The big red banner of Zhuolu Sanjian hanging from the hanging tower is fluttering in the cold wind in the sky, but it gives people a bleak feeling in the vibrant city.

If memory serves, this tall building may have been the tallest building complex in the two decades after Liangcheng, which shows how slowly the city has grown.

In fact, this is also helpless, the development of the old city is too difficult, and people are not the kind of people who are very good at talking, and the compensation for demolition can bankrupt the government, which is not financially rich.

Eventually, the city planned a new city to the north of the current city, and in just ten years built a modern town, even bulldozing the original execution ground, detention center, and crematorium.

However, there have never been high-rise buildings in Liangcheng, basically ten storey apartment houses and twenty or thirty storey office buildings. As for the skyscrapers in these places in the imperial capital Nandu Huating, you can't see them here, and the tallest office building here is about 30 stories high.

Wang Ziyan stood at the corner of the intersection with his hands in his trouser pockets, leaning on a telephone pole, listening to a song with headphones hung.

At about half past five, the pedestrians on the road were already very scarce, and the pedestrians on the far road had to hurry home early, and the people on the short road also went home for dinner.

It is the time when the time of day and night is most balanced, until six o'clock.

There is a traffic light at this intersection, and it has just turned green to the south at this time, and there are not many people and cars waiting, only a few cars.

After Wang Ziyan crossed the road, he had to cross the east and west roads again, and the bus station was not far from his location, a few hundred meters away.

Seeing that the red light turned into a green light, the car on the opposite side of the north-south road had already started, Wang Ziyan was also ready to cross the road, the green light had 40 seconds, and the bicycle next to him had basically gone out.

Wang Ziyan waited for a few seconds for a three-wheeled motorcycle that ran a red light to pass in front of him, and then straightened up and was about to take a step.

"Squeak............

A short, piercing braking sound reached the eardrum through the sound wave in the earbuds, and before it fell, a loud "bang" was heard, followed by another series of piercing tire rubbing against the ground.

Wang Ziyan was playing music in his ears with headphones hanging on, and his sensitivity to these sounds was not high. When he heard the sound, he raised his foot for a moment, and then instinctively looked back.

But at this moment, there was another loud noise that seemed to ring in his ears, and before that, he felt that his ass was slammed by something, and then he involuntarily flew forward, and the person of PIA lay on the zebra crossing, and his mouth made intimate contact with the ground.

Immediately afterward, he saw the tires of a light motorcycle coming towards his head, and he was so frightened that he didn't care about what was salty coming out of his mouth, so he quickly raised his head and shrank his neck to let go of the tires of the motorcycle.

The motorcycle braked suddenly, the front wheel swung, and the rear wheel stopped next to Wang Ziyan's handsome face.

Then he saw a truck grazing the front of the motorcycle, passing a few weak-legged pedestrians and rushing diagonally across the road, crossing the low curb and running onto the sidewalk, and after a loud bang, crashed headlong into the courtyard wall of the parking lot of the bus station opposite.

At this time, Wang Ziyan instinctively felt that there was danger, and then rolled to the side violently.

The owner of the motorcycle was also frightened, and could no longer hold the motorcycle, allowing the motorcycle to turn upside down towards Wang Ziyan.

What really made Wang Ziyan feel sweaty was that the engine and chimney of the motorcycle were facing his face and neck.

The motorcycle crashed to the ground, and the saddle of the motorcycle smashed on Wang Ziyan's back, and Wang Ziyan's head was stuck in the gap between the front wheel and the front fork.

Is this the world's malice towards the regenerate?

Wang Ziyan, who couldn't move, suddenly came up with such an idea.

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