The next morning, when everyone returned to the classroom after running morning exercises, Zhang Qiuling opened the desk and found a bottle of soda in it, with a piece of paper stacked next to it, she glanced at Xiao Zhijie, only to see him pretending to be memorizing English.

I opened the note, and it read, "You must be tired because you ran all night in my head last night." Zhang Qiuling burst out laughing.

Well, twenty years later, it's a meme that no one will use, but now, it's okay to make these young girls laugh at their fledgling love.

When it came time for the official class in the morning, the two of them were still talking.

In the past two days of class, the teachers of each subject will take the time to send the papers down, and each teacher will say to Feng Yiping, "Keep up the good work, pay attention to keep!" Feng Yiping felt bitter in his heart, and had to pretend to be humble and teachable.

In this week's self-study, the teachers are also talking about papers, and sometimes they will get mad when they talk about it, such as Wang Yumin now.

As he spoke, he became angry, and he was talking about the lesson of "From the Hundred Herb Garden to the Three Flavor Study", "Such a simple fill-in-the-blank question, vegetable furrow, honey locust tree, mulberry, wasp, called the Son of Heaven, these things are all close to our daily life, which of you has not seen it? But those children in the big city have never seen it, just these few, there are so many people who can't fill it in? When I was in class, didn't I say it again and again, this paragraph must be memorized, and I will take my words as a deaf ear?"

The classroom was full of quails, and the classroom could be heard of needle drops.

Finally, it is a commentary on the composition, repeating the general skills, how to solve the problem, how to make ideas, how to write the beginning and end, etc., and finally, read Feng Yiping's composition as a model essay for everyone.

Feng Yiping's "My Ideal" is different from all the students, and it is also unexpected by several Chinese teachers who read the papers.

The central idea is this, Feng Yiping first analyzed the transformation and differences between ideals, fantasies, fantasies, and dreams, and finally concluded, "My ideal is to make unremitting efforts to make each of my dreams come true one by one!"

In the provincial capital, under the plane tree by the flower bed at the entrance of the Provincial Conservatory of Music, Feng Zhenchang was wearing a set of blue overalls, wearing sleeves, and still wearing liberation shoes. He skillfully scooped up the chestnuts from the cauldron, put them in a paper bag, and put them on the electronic scale on the side, "Okay, three and a half catties, a total of nine yuan, a little hot, don't hold it down, take the mouth of the bag." ”

The girls on the other side paid the money, and while walking towards the school, they peeled and ate, chirping, "hot," "Then you don't want to eat it", "It's so fragrant, it's so sweet!"......

Feng Zhenchang smiled, his daughter is about the same age as them, but she is already working in a factory, fortunately, her son will go to college in a few years, and it will be a better university than this university.

There was no one in front of the stall now, so he picked up the thermos attached to the tricycle and poured the hot water into the cans.

Yes, their stall was supported on a tricycle, Mei Yiliang asked the master in the factory to change it, and the stove converted from gasoline barrels was placed on it steadily, plus the weighing electronic scale, although they were all old goods, it also cost nearly three hundred yuan, and Mei Qiuping was very reluctant at that time.

However, there are many advantages to this, this area is a university town, and there are affiliated kindergartens, elementary schools, junior high schools, and high schools.

Take out two steamed buns from the plastic bag, put them in a paper bag, and then bury them under the sand in the pot, and in three or five minutes, the steamed buns will be hot, and this is their lunch.

Mei Qiuping, who was about to take time to smoke a cigarette, went to the commissary to make a phone call, and her face was a little wrong.

"What's wrong?" Feng Zhenchang asked, sitting on the flower bed, swallowing clouds and mist.

Mei Qiuping stood behind the tricycle, turned the bag of steamed buns in the pot over, picked up the canned bottle and drank water, and said to him, "Dad told me that the novel written by Yiping was published in a magazine called "Harvest" this month, and he got 2,300 yuan in manuscript fees?"

"Wow", Feng Zhenchang accidentally let the cigarette burn his hands, and then the cigarette fell on his pants again, he quickly stood up, patted and trembled, Mei Qiuping also came over to help, "Hehe, you were also shocked?"

"How much do you say?"

"Two thousand three, I asked my father several times at the time, it was two thousand three, yes, they had already taken out the money. Mei Qiuping said.

"Two thousand three, such a big thing, this kid has never mentioned it in front of us at all. When did that happen?"

"It was just before school started, when he said he was going to see his dad, it was more than a month ago. Mei Qiuping was also a little emotional. Her son is closest to her and likes to stick to her, but now for such a big thing, her son hides her tightly. As for the two thousand three manuscript fees, on the one hand, she felt that it was very unreal, and on the other hand, she felt that her son had grown up all of a sudden. Now that my son has grown up, he will make his own decisions about some things, and he will not ask her everything like before. Originally, she should be happy and proud, but, somehow, she felt a faint loss in her heart.

Two people have steamed buns with hot water, chatting while eating.

"There's another five, which the story club gets. ”

"This money is now in Dad, right?" Feng Zhenchang asked.

"Yes," Speaking of this, Mei Qiuping was a little angry, "They have already spent more than three hundred!"

"Ahh

"The tuition and miscellaneous fees are forty-five, and after paying it, Yiping bought two sets of clothes and a pair of shoes, and ripped cloth for his father to make a tunic, and bought him a pair of leather shoes. ”

"This kid," Feng Zhenchang was also a little speechless.

"It's not a mess," Ms. Mei said.

"Yes," Feng Zhenchang also agreed, "You shouldn't owe it if you have money for tuition and fees, and now is also the time for the change of seasons, and Yiping should also buy clothes." ”

"I bought a sportswear that was similar to the middle school uniform in front of me, Yiping is also getting older, and I know that I like to see, I haven't bought him clothes for a few years, he has grown up fast in the past two years, and none of the original clothes are not patched, and they don't fit. Mei Qiuping was a little sad when she said it.

"Yes, aren't we making money slowly now? When I go back at the end of the year, I will buy him a set in the provincial capital. Feng Zhenchang said. "What about the rest of the money? Did you tell Dad to buy chestnuts?"

"Dad has already bought it, and at that time, Yiping told him that the family bought it cheaply, at least 500 catties. Dad also took some credit from people in the village, and now he has collected 800 catties. ”

"Eight hundred pounds, I can buy it for a few months after the beginning of the year. Feng Zhenchang stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth, and two more female students walked towards him.

In the afternoon, Feng Zhenchang said that he was going to the toilet, but he went to the newsstand to buy the current issue of "Harvest", and when he came back, Mei Qiuping naturally complained for a while, how many yuan, Dad said, the magazine has sent a few copies, what are you spending this money for?

As a result, as soon as she was free, Mei Qiuping held the magazine to read, and Feng Zhenchang said, "It's so expensive, I'll still go and tell the boss that it's okay to leave." ”

"Forget it, I bought it all, and I took it back and returned it, isn't it despised. ”

That afternoon, when the two of them were doing business, they accosted a classmate who came to take care of the business, "Have you read this issue of "Harvest"? The novel "No One is Missing" was written by my son. And then I received a lot of praise, real or false.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Zhenchang rode a tricycle, rushed towards the elementary school, then to the high school, and when it was time for dinner, he came back and stopped at the gate of the university, and waited until the bell rang at eight o'clock on the customs bell tower in the distance, and they were ready to go home.

When I got back to my accommodation, it was almost nine o'clock.

This is an urban village, of course, to be precise, it can't be called an urban village now, in fact, the entire provincial capital, at this time, is a huge urban village. There are few new high-rise buildings, the real estate market has not yet been liberalized, and there are a number of new residential buildings, all of which are old houses for many years. After no major demolition, re-planning, and re-development, the road was not as many, so wide, and so straight as later, and there were more trees on the side of the road than later, and they were bigger than later.

The place where he lived was close to the railway, and the locals built a small two- or three-story building on that area, mostly for rent. The distance between the front and back rows is less than three meters, and when the people in the front row of buildings yawn, the people in the back row will be infected, which is very cramped. The cement pavement in the roadway is old or crushed, and it is full of potholes, which is even more sinful on rainy days.

When Feng Zhenchang and the others returned, it was already dark, and the dim light sprinkled dappled light and shadow in the alley through the window lattice and the door of the ground floor. The people who were scattered in various parts of the provincial capital to beg for a living also returned home, and a few children frolicked in the alleys.

They greeted each other all the way while pushing the cart, "I'm back, I'm still cooking fish today, I'm so willing, I'm sure I'll make a lot of money!"

"Hehe, where, where are you today, chestnuts are selling a lot!"

At this point, the neighborhood not far away has quieted down, people have finished dinner, are walking or watching TV, and those who go to bed early are almost ready to go to bed. In the alley, it is the busiest time. The housewives moved the coal stove to the door, and were cooking vegetables, all the way over, bitter and sour, smelling all over the place. The fried meat with chili peppers made Feng Zhenchang's throat rattle, and he hurriedly stepped up. I'm afraid I haven't eaten meat for many days, fried cold rice in the morning, two steamed buns at noon, and now I smell this taste, it's really a little greedy.

The first floor they rented, the front and back two rooms, adding up to less than 20 square meters, and when they put the tricycle in, it was full. In fact, there was no furniture, a folding table, a square stool, two chairs with backrests, and a double-layer wooden bed, all of which were purchased for them by Mei Yiliang, who worked in a furniture workshop.

After putting the car away, Feng Zhenchang wiped his face, washed rice and cooked rice, and then was idle. On the remaining half plate of peanuts on the table, pour a small glass of loose white wine from the farmer's market, eat a few peanuts, and take a sip of wine. I had something in my stomach, so I took out the magazine I bought today, put it on the table, and read it.

When Mei Qiuping was not free, she also moved the coal stove outside the house to prepare for cooking. The tofu is fried on both sides until it is slightly yellow, put it up, cut the bacon into cubes, fry it with the pickled peppers at home, then pour the tofu into it, and finally pat a few garlic, and then get out of the pot, the taste is very good, and it goes well with rice. There are also eggplants, which are stir-fried over high heat, and then pickled peppers are added, pickles are added, and salt can be removed from the pot without adding any more salt.

After frying the vegetables, they put an aluminum steamer on the stove, kneaded the noodles that had been awake in the morning into a few steamed buns, put them in the pot, and steamed them on the embers, this is their lunch the day after tomorrow.

They were all hungry, so they ate quickly, and the plate of eggplant was finished, but there was still half a plate of tofu left. Mei Qiuping washed the dishes and cleaned up, Feng Zhenchang opened a bag, poured out a basin of chestnuts, and cut a small hole on it with scissors one by one. Fortunately, it was cooked in these days, and it was almost twenty catties in a hurry, and the couple stopped.

When I finished washing and sleeping, it was almost eleven o'clock, and the surroundings were very quiet, but there were trains passing by from time to time not far behind the house, and the passenger cars were okay, "besides, besides", and "besides, besides" went far, when the wagons roared past, they were very loud, and the vibration was very large, and the bed was a little moving.

Fortunately, these days have passed, they have all used to the noise, and they are tired and sleepy when they lie in bed, which does not affect them much.

Mei Qiuping had some insomnia tonight, tossing and turning.

She called Feng Zhenchang, "What's wrong?" Feng Zhenchang didn't fall asleep either.

"You say, is it that the two of us as parents have no ability, we owe so many debts outside, and a house of people come to collect debts during the Chinese New Year, and we don't have enough food and clothing, so we forced our son to just graduate from primary school, so he found a way to make money by himself?"

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