Those who want to meet will meet after all, Zhong Yuemin was lying on the bed with his eyes open in the dark, Lao Zhaotou and Zheng Tong had already fallen asleep, snoring one after another.

It was indeed an unexpected joy to meet Li Kuiyong today, he thought that Li Kuiyong would come to northern Shaanxi, but he didn't expect to meet him in the guest house, and he was even about to "meet" Qinling.

In his previous life, when Zhong Yuemin read the original book, he felt that Qin Ling was an extremely insecure person, and at the same time extremely calm, this calmness allowed her to maintain a posture of imminence even in the face of the person she loved, so as to prevent herself from being hurt.

Zhong Yuemin didn't know what would happen when he saw Qin Ling again, after all, he was not the Zhong Yuemin in the original book, he could hide in his seventeen-year-old body, laughing and scolding, cynicism, but he couldn't inherit the emotions of this body.

Zhong Yuemin suddenly missed the mobile phone in his previous life, he could brush his mobile phone until dawn with insomnia in his previous life, and he didn't feel tormented at all, and now he really doesn't know what he can do except be in a daze.

The roof was dappled by the moonlight, and Zhong Yuemin imagined that it was a group of soldiers, a king and a queen, and next to it was a princess in a fluffy veil, transforming herself into a brave knight······

"Yuemin! Yuemin! woke up, why did you sleep so dead?" Zhong Yuemin heard someone shouting in a daze.

Zhong Yuemin opened his eyes, completely unaware of when he fell asleep last night.

Zheng Tong was still urging him next to him: "Hurry up and go to the cafeteria for breakfast, I can't even leave the bottom of the pot when I go late." ”

Lao Zhao Tou felt that Zhong Yuemin was a little wrong, this kid was usually energetic, but when he got to the meal, it was like being beaten with chicken blood, why was he so depressed today.

"Yuemin, what's wrong with your baby, what's wrong with your body?" said Old Zhao Tou with concern.

Zhong Yuemin shook his head, got up and put on his pants: "Grandpa Zhao, I'm fine, I slept late last night, you guys go quickly." ”

"Okay, you'll be right here. Lao Zhao saw that he was fine, and went out with his hands behind his back while smoking a cigarette.

Zheng Tong also ran out: "Yuemin, I'll go and take a seat for you first." ”

Zhong Yuemin had no intention of responding, his mind kept thinking about the bizarre dream last night, in which he was like a drowning person, constantly struggling, but with nowhere to focus, the fear of suffocating death was unforgettable.

This is actually the state of Zhong Yuemin in his previous life, afraid of mediocrity and poverty, and his horror is no less than drowning and suffocation. Everyone and all voices are intimidating you, what if you can't go to a prestigious university, what if you can't find a good job, what if you can't earn tens of thousands before the age of 30, what if you don't have a car and no house, how if you don't get married and become a leftover man and a woman······

But no one teaches us how to live if we don't succeed, how to accept that we are imperfect, even mediocre.

Zhong Yuemin put on his shoes, opened the door, felt the warm sunshine, turned his head to look at the roof of the room, and said in his heart: "Fuck it!"

The canteen of the guest house was overcrowded, and the educated youths were crowded in it drinking corn paste, and there were not enough stools, so many educated youths squatted in the corridor outside the house with bowls, just enough to bask in the sun.

Zheng Tong saw Zhong Yuemin coming, and hurriedly beckoned: "Yuemin, come here, I will occupy a place for you." ”

Zhong Yuemin went over and took the bowl handed by Zheng Tong, "Yo, this corn paste is really good, the canteen master has really worked hard." ”

Zheng Tong held his bowl, took a sip along the edge of the bowl, took a big sip, and exclaimed: "It melts in the mouth, and the most amazing thing is that there is a little burnt smell of firewood." ”

"Hey, where did these two hillbillies come from, drinking corn paste is like eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and they have never seen the world. A voice suddenly said loudly.

"Isn't this the same two old hats who rushed to eat last night, they taste like pigs!" another voice echoed.

Li Kuiyong happened to come over, grabbed the collar of a young man who was talking, and scolded: "How the are you talking? Who are you scolding for being a pig?"

The educated youth who was grabbed by the collar was a little panicked, and said with a smile: "Did you scold you, what do you care?"

"If you scold them, you scold me, do you think I'm nosy!"

"You're sick, you, let me go!"

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Li Kuiyong was arguing, but Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong continued to drink the corn paste in the bowl like a person who had nothing to do, and wiped their mouths after eating and drinking.

Zhong Yuemin walked up to Li Kuiyong with a smile and said, "Kuiyong, you still have to change your temperament." ”

"This bastard is deliberately deliberately looking for fault, I can't bear it!" Li Kuiyong thinks that Zhong Yuemin is stupid in northern Shaanxi, and this kind of thing can be endured?

Zheng Tong took an empty bowl and covered the face of the young man and kicked him over.

Li Kuiyong was still stunned, Zheng Tong explained: "Yuemin means that if you can do it, don't make noise and waste time." ”

The onlookers were also stunned by this scene, and after listening to Zheng Tong's words, they suddenly realized that this was the case.

Putting down one, Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong looked at another educated youth who was talking cool words, and the frightened person shouted: "Beat someone! Beat the educated youth······

"Damn, it's a little bit out of luck, if you are tougher, maybe we won't beat you, you look so cowardly!" Zhong Yuemin looked at the male intellectuals who were sitting on the ground, and felt a headache, so he went to the ground before he could hit it, what the hell did he do.

Some people in the crowd listened to Zhong Yuemin's beating speech and couldn't help but laugh "poof".

Zhong Yuemin followed the sound and looked over, and found a beautiful girl with red lips and white teeth, completely natural and simple beauty.

While admiring, he was still gossiping: "Our two brothers have just come to your place, and they are working hard to perform and draw people, everyone has money to hold a money field, and some people have a personal field, especially the girl who laughed just now, don't run away, you must give more." ”

"Why?" questioned the girl.

"I have to blame you for this!" Zhong Yuemin said seriously: "It's okay if you look so good, how can you look better when you smile, I took a look at the three souls and six spirits and lost half of them, do you think you want to pay?"

"Phew, what a mess!" the girl blushed, but when she saw that everyone was staring at her, she felt even more shy, and turned and ran.

Zheng Tong sneered: "Yuemin, you scare people away with your flowers, your craft is a bit trendy in northern Shaanxi." ”

"Nonsense, this is because our rank is too high, I didn't notice that the girl here in northern Shaanxi has little knowledge, and she is a little hot. Zhong Yuemin said angrily.

"Are you still fighting?" The educated youth sitting on the ground couldn't help but ask, it was too cold on the ground to be a little unbearable.

Zheng Tong laughed and said, "Hey, this is really looking for a draw!"

Saying that he was about to start, Zhong Yuemin stopped: "Forget it, it still hurts to beat his hand, let it go if you are in a good mood today." ”

Halfway through Zhong Yuemin's words, Director Ma of the Educated Youth Office came, "Who is making trouble?"

The scene was silent, and Zhong Yuemin said with a smile: "Uncle Ma, no one is fighting, are we making a game?"

"Make a game?" Director Ma said suspiciously, "Why did you two hear that you two put the bowl on your face?" and what's going on with this guy sitting on the ground?"

"Oh, Zheng Tong can explain this. Zhong Yuemin pushed Zheng Tong forward.

Zheng Tong saw Director Ma looking at him, so he had to explain hard: "That classmate left the bottom of the bowl when he ate, I criticized him for wasting, he was about to lick the bottom of the bowl at that time, and he tripped over if he didn't pay attention." ”

"Where's this?"

Zheng Tong scratched the back of his head: "I don't know about this, we are not next to him?

"Is that so?"