Again, as the old saying goes, there are always two sides to everything - √∟,

The rapid development of Wuliao has brought many positive changes, but it still has some bad impact on some industries.

For example, at this time in the past, the station in the town must have been crowded with men, men and women, old and young, with wives and children, and large bags and small bags crowded here, just to squeeze into the county seat as soon as possible, so that they could go to the county seat to take the bus to all parts of the south, or go to the province to catch the train.

Generally from the third day of the new year to the twentieth day of the first lunar month, the drivers and conductors of these minibuses have been on the road from the dawn to the treetops on the moon, even eating and going to the toilet.

However, looking at the bulging pockets, those hardships are worth it, and they even wish they could live like this all year round.

What's more, that will, they are also the most bullish, usually, many people take a car, will grind and bargain, if you ignore it, he will sit on the next trip, but for most of the month, how much is how much, it is good to be able to get in the car, who will bargain?

If there is still a stingy person who wants to give a little less money, as soon as he opens his mouth, the car door will open immediately, "If you don't sit down," how bullish!

However, as the Jiasheng Industrial Park in the town gets bigger and bigger, with more and more people doing all kinds of small business in the town, and with more and more people buying cars, that kind of grand occasion can only be recalled now.

But since the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the business of these minibuses in the town, especially the business of the return trip, has been better than the same period last year, and in the past few days, many young people who speak Mandarin have come to the town from the county seat.

It's really outsiders, not those second-class people who have been in the south for a few years and come back home to pretend to speak Mandarin.

When I inquired curiously, it turned out that they were some middle-level cadres of Jiasheng. Coming to the town to participate in the training, although some blame Jiasheng for making his business in the peak season weaker, but there are still topics related to Jiasheng to talk about, "You are in the Shanghai company? I have a younger brother who works in a lithium battery factory in Shanghai." ”

Yes, many relatives of these drivers and conductors also work in various companies under Jiasheng Magazine.

In the end, these cars drove directly to the door of the training center very attentively, saving them from pulling their suitcases from one end of town to the other.

As a local, early this morning, my father rode a motorcycle and sent Hu Junting to the training center to report. On the list of her fellow dormitories, she saw several familiar names, Wang Jinju and Wen Hong.

In the same provincial capital, when I have a meeting, I can always see Wang Jinju a few times a year, but Wen Hong, speaking of 95 after graduating from junior high school. But I never saw it again.

The last person in the four-person dormitory was a girl named Zhang Yan from the Holiday Inn. Is she also from the town?

Although it is said to be a collective dormitory, each dormitory has nearly 15 square meters, plus a bathroom of about 6 square meters, and it is still very spacious for four people.

There are four bunk beds in the dormitory, and the upper bunk accommodation. The lower bunk is a desk with a computer, and in the middle of the bed, there are two wardrobes, and in the middle of the room, there is a small conference table. It is estimated that it is used for discussion by people in the same dormitory.

Hu Junting looked at this condition and sighed with some emotion, she hadn't lived in a collective dormitory for several years, but this time the conditions of the collective dormitory were really the best.

"Little guy, come, call Auntie, call Auntie, I'll give you candy to eat, won't you call it?"

Hu Junting heard the voice and greeted the door, "Jin Ju, ah Wenhong, long time no see,"

Walking in front is Wang Jinju, who is already a wife and mother, and holding Wang Jinju's daughter in the back is Wen Hong, who has not seen him for many years, Feng Wen is alone, pulling two big suitcases and walking at the end.

"Hu Junting?" Wen Hong was also very surprised when she saw her, "We haven't seen each other for eight years, wow, you are more beautiful now than before, big beauty, say, how do you maintain it?"

Among the three girls, Hu Junting does seem to be in the best shape now, she is very lucky, after graduating from secondary school, she directly joined Youjia, and her development is very smooth.

And Wang Jinju also went to the south for a trip, was detained in the factory by the unscrupulous boss, worked day and night for more than half a year, and did not get a penny of salary, and now he has just given birth to a child, and his body shape has changed somewhat.

As for Wen Hong, she is the most bumpy of the three of them, and the unbearable days in the south will inevitably leave some marks on her heart, and these marks will definitely come out.

"What's the matter, look at you, aren't you all beautiful and frozen?" Hu Junting said with a smile, for the sake of demeanor, they also don't care much about the temperature.

I haven't seen each other for a few years, and the three girls immediately chatted together enthusiastically, as for some of the unhappiness back then, such as the little feud between Hu Junting and Wen Hong, now I can't even remember the parties involved.

In fact, the most uncomfortable person should be Feng Wen, at the beginning, he was several times, and he wanted to touch Wen Hong's little hand for some reason.

However, he is thick-skinned.

"Hello everyone," a girl in a blue plaid trench coat and pulling a large box stood at the door of the dormitory, a little cramped.

"Oh, you must be Zhang Yan, please come in, Feng Wen, quickly take her box," Wang Jinju walked to the door with the child in her arms to welcome.

"Wow, this is you and your child, it's so beautiful," Zhang Yan took off his gloves and touched Wang Jinju's daughter's little hand, "It seems that many female colleagues have come with children to participate in the training this time,"

"Hehe, maybe this is Yiping's excuse to give everyone more parental leave," Wen Hong said with a smile, "Hello Zhang Yan, I'm Wen Hong, listen to your accent, and I'm also local?"

"I'm from the county next door, and my accent is not much different,"

Zhang Yan thinks it's good, these people in the same dormitory seem to be very easy to deal with.

"It's only in the evening, why don't we go to the school together while we have time?" Feng Wenti, "I haven't been there since I graduated,"

"Wow," everyone agreed, and after leaving school in '95, they also never went again.

"Zhang Yan, do you want to be together, our school is also Mr. Feng's school," Wang Jinju said.

"You and Mr. Feng?" she asked, pointing at them.

"Classmates, classmates," Hu Junting pulled her, "let's go." Together, you seem to be smaller than us?"

"The year you graduated from junior high school, I just entered junior high school,"

"Wow, that's not even 20 years old this year? That's good!" the three girls, who were only twenty-three or fourteen years old, looked at her a few more times with envy.

Feng Wen drove a van, which can pull goods and load people, which is very applicable.

"Jin Ju, did you also buy a house in the provincial capital?" asked Wen Hong.

"Listening to what Yiping said, I bought it, it has been really hard work for the past two years, the family expenses are so big, and I have to take a mortgage every month. Junting is easier than us,"

"Where is it easy? Is it good for you two people to get paid," Hu Junting said, "But, fortunately, after listening to Yiping's words, I got a set of mortgages, otherwise, I would buy it now." It will cost at least a dozen or hundreds of thousands more, which is more difficult. ”

"Then I have to hurry up with each set, otherwise in a few years, I won't be able to afford it," Ms. Wen said.

"You have to hurry, and if you don't have enough money, let the family think of a way. You can borrow money from the credit union,"

Zhang Yan was very happy to hear this, in the past few years, his father has often boasted about the wisdom of his original decision-making, and he did not think about rebuilding the house in the village first. Instead, he used that money to buy a set in the provincial capital.

The first set I bought, now the total price has doubled, and my parents, who tasted the sweetness, bought another set last year.

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The whole school is now surrounded by a wall more than one person high, and from the outside, there are several more buildings inside, and even the gate has changed its direction, no longer facing the road, but to the side, and there is also a guard room, where Feng Wen is now negotiating.

The old man in the guard's room seemed to be a man who admitted death, Feng Wen didn't want him to give him cigarettes, "It's still in class, I can't let you in,"

"Uncle, we are Yiping's classmates, just go in and have a look, otherwise, you can call Principal Zhang and ask?" Wang Jinju said.

"Yiping's classmate, from the class of '95?" the old man's face immediately changed, "I said it earlier," he opened the big iron door and went up the small door, "Yiping, he didn't come?"

"Thank you, uncle, he is busy and is still on a business trip, don't worry, we will not make a loud noise," Feng Wen said.

I knew that Yiping's name was so easy to use, why did it take so many words.

"It's changed a lot," Ms. Hu said.

"Unrecognizable," Ms. Wen said.

The school now looks familiar, that is, the plane trees by the playground, and the red brick building in the middle where the teachers used to work and live, oh, and the small courtyard of the dean, and the other buildings, all of which are nowhere to be seen.

In front of the original kitchen, now there is a teaching building, just like in the past, now there are the sounds of lectures and recitations in it, and a four-story building has been built on the ground where they used to be classrooms.

On the original site of the row of classrooms opposite, there is a five-story building, and looking at the clothes drying on it, it should be a student dormitory.

It turns out that the two dormitories on the slope are also dormitories, but the one on the side of the dean's courtyard is not large, it seems that it is a faculty dormitory, and the one behind the red brick building is still a student dormitory.

The bluestone steps of the past are gone, and they have all become neat concrete steps.

A few people walked quietly on campus, trying to find the traces of the beginning. However, those joys and sorrows of those years seem to have disappeared with the brick houses that were demolished, either dumped at will, or broken into raw materials, perhaps, buried in the ground under their feet.

Hu Junting stood under the only remaining red brick building, thinking about that rainy day, she seemed to be squatting in a puddle here and crying silently, it was him, it was Feng Yiping, who led herself up, in order to prevent himself from getting drenched in the rain, he was drenched into a soup chicken.

That is, from that day on, I couldn't let go.

However, in this old place, I can't find the scaly claws of the past, and it's time for me to let go?

"Think about the past," Wen Hong whispered in her ear.

"How can there be?" Hu Junting denied, but her face turned red.

"Not all encounters are called encounters, and not every encounter can be with the son, fate comes and goes, fate is like water, in the past, let him pass,"

Hu Junting looked at Wen Hong with some surprise, "Did you take Chinese, or did you feel deeply?"

"What are you talking about?" Wen Hong's face turned red.

Hu Junting has a good impression of Feng Yiping, perhaps because at that embarrassing moment, when everyone was watching the joke, he gave Hu Junting a hand, but he was equivalent to pulling Wen Hong up when she was at the lowest point in her life.

It's just that Hu Junting dared to show her good impression of Feng Yiping, Wen Hong, but now she doesn't even dare to think about it, because she feels that she doesn't have that qualification, not to mention that when she was in the capital, Huang Jingping also cared for her, how could she think about things that shouldn't be thought about?

"Look," Zhang Yan suddenly shouted, pointing to the blackboard newspaper on the red brick wall.

At the top of the blackboard newspaper, there is still a message, "Feng Yiping, an outstanding graduate of our school, led the establishment of Yijia Express Hotel, which was successfully listed on the NASDAQ!"

"Why is this up there?" she asked, a little surprised.

"What are you doing?" asked someone behind him.

They turned around, "Principal Zhang?"

…………

In the spacious and bright office, Principal Zhang poured tea for several students, "That is, how many of you are good?

"Qiu Ling is also very good, an excellent teacher in the provincial key middle school,"

"Hehe, that's also thanks to a flat to help,"

Zhang Yan was a little disappointed, Feng Yiping studied and lived in the place, but now he can't see it, "Principal, how can there be news on the school's blackboard newspaper?"

"You mean this, hehe, you wait," he pulled out a large binder from the cabinet in the back, "you see, we have all the news reports about him, as well as some of his interviews and news clips, and we tried to record them as much as we could,"

Zhang Yan looked carefully, the earliest newspaper clippings were still 95 years, and the latest was that after the successful listing, Feng Yiping returned from New York and was interviewed by various media at the airport, and she suddenly got a treasure, "Can I make a copy?"

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On the way back to the town from school, except for Zhang Yan, who was holding a thick stack of copies and felt that the trip was worthwhile, the other four were a little heavy.

"It doesn't seem like you should look at it, so you can still think about it," Ms. Wang said.

"It's nothing, the past should always be in the past, and it's good that these current alumni can go to school in such good conditions," Hu Junting said.

"How do I think you're looking for a reason?" Wen Hong smiled.

"The past can't be changed, but as long as the future is still full of hopes, maybe, the next corner, a new story will happen."

I just can't find a reason, what should be put down, I have to let go, those pasts, just like a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of my waves.

"Hey, Junting, that's what you said," Feng Wenxiao, who was driving, smiled.

The van just drove around a corner, and when it arrived at the gate of the town government, a guy in a down jacket just got off the motorcycle, "Look, is that Tang Shaokang?"

"It seems like it's really him,"

"yes, doesn't he just work in town?"

"Junting, new story!" (To be continued.) )

ps:ps: It's not divided into chapters at all.,It's equivalent to adding more!