On the morning of September 1st, the family got up early, had a hasty breakfast, and Feng Yiping and his father set off for school.

Both of them are not lightweight.

Feng Zhenchang carried the burden, one end was the desk, and there were neatly folded quilts and mosquito nets in the desk, and at the other end was 30 catties of rice -- this was Feng Yiping's ration for a month.

Feng Yiping carried a schoolbag containing pen and paper, as well as old textbooks borrowed from the senior students of the same village. Because I don't have the money to pay for tuition, at least I can't get the book today, so I can only plan early. There was also an enamel bowl stuffed with an iron spoon, and this was the guy who ate.

The hands are not idle, on one side is a plastic basin, and on the other side is a net pocket.

There are two canned and bottled pickles in the net pocket, which is his next meal for a week, and a small bottle of fried tofu with chili peppers, which can save a little, and can eat about two meals.

From the 5th grade of elementary school, I live in the school, then I have three years of junior high school and three years of technical secondary school, a total of 8 years. In the past 8 years, except for the winter and summer vacations every year, he basically used pickles for dinner, which has been deeply engraved in his bones and imprinted in his taste. So much so that when I went home for the New Year every year, what I wanted to eat most was my mother's pickled pickles, because I couldn't buy this taste outside. Mom sometimes said to him, "What's so delicious about that thing? I've been eating it for 8 years and I haven't eaten enough?"

While they were eating, Feng Hongbing left, and the father and son went straight to the entrance of the village and joined the other two. One is at the same level as him, and now he is still in the same class, named Feng Wen, in fact, his grades are average, and his father is also carrying the burden.

Another Feng Haitao is about to study in the third year of junior high school, and Feng Yiping's textbook is borrowed by him. He doesn't need to bring a desk, but it's not easy either, carrying a schoolbag and a big bag. Because since the second grade of junior high school, it is a monthly vacation, and I can only go home once a month, and I have to bring more pickles and a change of clothes.

It's almost the road to my grandfather's house, just under the mountain where Feng Yiping is looking at the scenery, turn north, climb over another mountain, pass through a village, and then cross a river barefoot, and go ashore is the road, and on the other side of the road, is the township middle school.

For children in rural areas, school is not an ordinary place. At present, only through here can they walk out of a different path from their parents, facing the loess with their backs to the sky all their lives. Parents also hope that from the first day of school, parents will say to the teacher, "The child will be handed over to you, disobedient, not good at studying, you should be beaten, scolded." ”

You see, you don't say the scolding, and the beating is still in front of the scolding. Twenty years later, how can a wise teacher still dare to physically punish students, let alone have the endorsement of parents.

Therefore, the teacher not only gives them knowledge, but also has the same right as the parents to inflict corporal punishment on them, so to a certain extent, in the minds of the children, the teacher is more authoritative than the parents, and the parents also agree with this.

Therefore, for the children, the school at this time is a place with a sacred meaning, the same house, the same people, but there seems to be something different and awe-inspiring in it.

When I go home after joining the work, the road has already reached the village, and I can go back directly by car. But every time he passed here, he wanted to see it again, but he never got a few glances at this place that was like a holy place in his childhood mind.

At that time, his hometown had changed so much that he couldn't recognize many places. The school has also changed a lot, the school gate is no longer facing the road, and the surrounding area is surrounded by high fences, and even the school buildings inside cannot be seen. The original school gate was replaced by a high wall. Hey, it should be here? How is it a wall? I was hesitating, nostalgic, and in the blink of an eye, the school like the holy land in my childhood was left far behind.

The township middle school is just sandwiched between two hills, with its back to the other, and the gate is facing the road. On both sides of the gate there are walls made of gray bricks, which enclose the gap between the two mountains on the left and right. This is actually just a symbolic meaning, because the school is only surrounded by a wall, and the rest of the place is open, except for this gate, in fact, the school can be entered from all directions.

When I went ashore, I saw a two-story rectangular building, which was the only building in the school, which was the dormitory for the teachers and the place where they worked.

At this time, in front of the building, on the playground behind the school gate, there were many parents of students who came to report. Most of them are shoulder-to-shoulder, and only a few who live on the side of the road are parents on bicycles, and a dozen or so teachers are also busy.

The most lively part is the office on the left side of the building, where the life teacher lives. The two teachers were busy there, a scale was placed on the ground in front of the door, and the parents gathered around, put the rice on the scale and weighed it, and then went to the window and handed over the corresponding few yuan - because it was only rice, and it was necessary to burn firewood to turn it into rice, and the school did not collect firewood, only money, and then changed it to a mahjong card-sized, red and green meal ticket, the red one was two taels, and the red one was two taels, and the porridge and steamed buns were eaten for breakfast, and the green one was four taels, which were used at noon and at night.

The general layout of the school is as follows: entering the school gate is the playground, going up a few steps, and in the center of the platform is the two-story building; on the left and right sides of the building, there are four tiled houses, which are classrooms; on the slope behind the building, there is another row of tiled houses, which is the dormitory; on the hill to the left of the school, there is a water tower; under the mountain, there is a pond, and there are several houses by the pond, which is the kitchen, and on its right is the classroom; on the hill on the right, there is a courtyard with a single family, which is where the principal and the vice principal live and work.

Feng Haitao helped watch on the playground, and he and Feng Wen carried the desks to the first class classroom. The classroom is on the left, the first two are for the third grade, and the middle is for the first grade and the second class, and their class is in the last room.

Wang Yumin, the head teacher, with her hair scattered, wearing a dress with white dots on a blue background, and white high heels, was standing on the podium, directing the students who arrived early to set up the desks.

Seeing the two of them come in with a table and ask their names, Feng Yiping replied with his head held high, at this time, Feng Yiping was shorter than Wang Yumin, but he remembered very well that by the third year of junior high school, he was almost a head taller than Wang Yumin.

When he knew that it was Feng Yiping, Wang Yumin also looked at it twice, Feng Yiping graduated from primary school with the first grade in the grade, and was ranked fifth in the township, such students were assigned to the class, of course Wang Yumin welcomed. Wang Yumin arranged for the two of them to move the table to the fifth row against the wall, and was leaning against the second window.

The whole classroom is 2, 2, and 3 layouts, with a total of 3 rows and 7 columns, with two aisles in the middle. In the innermost part were three columns, and in front of them, in the fifth row, by the window, there was a girl with a short hair and an oval face. Seeing the girl, Feng Wen whispered to Feng Yiping, "I'll sit in the middle, okay!"

Feng Yiping smiled, "No problem." ”

When Feng Yiping's table was brought in, Feng Wen was there to talk to the female classmate, what is your name, which elementary school, the female classmate only said that her surname was Wen, and then she ignored it, looked down at a novel on the table, and when she turned the book, Feng Yiping saw the cover, which should be a pirated romance novel.

People in the class went in and out, and parents came in to talk to Wang Yumin, and not long after Feng Zhenchang and Feng Wen's fathers also came in, when the two of them went up, the two fathers were talking about the same content as before, the children are at your disposal, beating and scolding as you like.

However, now these words also indicate an attitude. The teachers in junior high school are all graduates of the subject class, which is different from the education method of elementary school teachers. Besides, from now on, Feng Yiping and they will no longer celebrate Children's Day, but Youth Day, and their self-esteem is getting stronger day by day, and teachers must always take into account their feelings. So, scolding, maybe, probably, probably, no, yes there will definitely be, but there will be no beating.

Finally, Feng Zhenchang said the situation at home again, because the conditions are not good, so the tuition fee is not ready for a while, so he can only wait for it to be made up and then pay, Wang Yumin also said it very well, it is estimated that this is not the first time to say this, "My family is also rural, it is not easy to know the countryside, this year's tuition is the highest in these years, it doesn't matter if you can't make it up for a while, you can pay it in the future." ”

After talking to Wang Yumin, Feng Yiping followed his father to the outside of the classroom, and his father handed him the meal ticket, "Uncle is just across the road, I'll take you to recognize the door." ”

This uncle is actually a relative of his mother, and he married his mother's cousin, but he is not the kind of relative who can't beat him.

Uncle Lin Kaiming eats public meals and works at the township agricultural machinery station, and originally lived in the village on the other side of the river. In the past two years, the people in the village have realized the convenience of the road, and some wealthy people have built houses next to the school, and gradually, a small village has also formed. My uncle's family also built a two-story building here last year, and he was the first group of people to build a building in Sili and Eight Townships.

When Feng Yiping and the others arrived, Lin Kaiming had just left, and he also sent his youngest son to report to the primary school. Aunt is here, and daughter Lin Hui, Feng Zhenchang is talking to his aunt, and Lin Hui is also chatting with Feng Yiping next to him.

Lin Hui is one year older than Feng Yiping, and she is also promoted to junior high school this year, and she happens to be in the same class as Feng Yiping, so she completed the formalities early and received the book.

Lin Hui is beautiful, dressed up very fashionably, and is also very generous and decent. Of course, she also conforms to the general convention, that is, beautiful girls generally have bad grades.

With his kinship with Feng Yiping, he has been looking for Feng Yiping for three years in junior high school to ask for cheat sheets. I remember the final exam of the second semester of the first grade, I didn't pay attention, overexerted force, copied too much, and actually took the eighth place in the exam.

Aunt wanted to keep dinner, Feng Zhenchang repeatedly excused himself, it was still early, it was not time for lunch, and there was something to do when he rushed back in the afternoon, Feng Yiping also wanted to go back to the school to arrange the dormitory, so he said goodbye.

Of course, Lin Hui stayed at home, what she meant, it doesn't matter if she goes to school tomorrow.

They all told a few words, nothing more than to work hard, listen to the teacher's words, unite classmates and the like, and then meet Feng Wen's father, they will go home, go quickly, and do the same in the afternoon.

When I entered the classroom, I saw Xiao Zhijie's father Xiao Jianping talking to Wang Yumin, in the third row in the middle, the chubby Xiao Zhijie was lying on the table, not the later face full of meat, the face was full of meat, and there was some baby fat, very happy.

Hehe, this is one of his two best friends and brothers in his life. Things are always wonderful, some people who are related by blood may eventually become passers-by, or even enemies, while some strangers who have nothing to do with each other end up becoming confidants and friends, or even brothers who can be trusted and entrusted with everything for life.

There will be two such people in Feng Yiping in the future, one is Xiao Zhijie, who is still bringing some baby fat, and the other is Wang Changning, who should be in the next class at present. In his life, Feng Yiping is very happy, satisfied, and grateful to have such two such friends.

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