As the old saying goes, those who are close to red are Zhu, and those who are close to ink are black, and this is the most appropriate for Chen Zhujun.

Before the age of 30, Chen Zhujun had a positive outlook on life and had correct views. But after the age of thirty, a person kicks and rolls in that bizarre social dye vat, and the whole person will inevitably not look like a cloth to be dyed, black will turn white, white will turn yellow.

It stands to reason that a little-known teacher like Zhang Yu has seen and seen so little knowledge for most of his life, learned a little bit of knowledge, and smelled so little things, it is really a little difficult to infect a woman with excellent academics in her girlhood, but Chen Zhujun can be in just two years, with him in the same voice and rhythm, hand in hand, which can not help but amaze people at the magic of the sentence "orange is born in Huainan, and orange is born in Huaibei".

Zhang Yu's school is a typical village "Sparrow Primary School" in the local township, and the school is located in the east of the village, facing a mountain. A two-storey building with four classrooms on each floor covers the entire school's teaching scale. The school has two formal teachers and four non-established teachers. Each class ranges from a few to 20 students, and each teacher is a private class. Classes are set from kindergarten to fourth grade, and then the top is capped. Because there is no graduating class, there is little pressure on the school teachers. They all reported every day, stayed up for a few hours, and then returned to their entertainment world, playing cards, playing Mark Six lottery, bullfighting, and catching golden flowers. There are few people who do the right thing, and few who go to farm. In fact, those entertainment had become a mainstream in the countryside at that time, and few people in it were not immune to its impact.

Chen Zhujun came back from the flower world in Dongguan at that time, and he was feeling a little uncomfortable with the desolate countryside. Seeing that most of the people around her were playing cards to pass the time, she quickly followed the local customs. Chen Zhujun spends three hours of time making Chinese food at school every day, and the rest of the time is spent in the card game. At first, she played some cards with very small stakes, and in some rural courtyards, she got together with some village ladies. After playing for a long time, I felt bored and began to drill into some big games.

After staying in his hometown for less than half a year, Chen Zhujun found some good places to play cards. For the aura, card style, and place of playing card games, after many physical experiences, she finally determined that several senior card stores in the town were the most reliable. For this reason, she worked tirelessly every day to hitchhike to the township. It takes ten minutes to take a ride from the school to the township, go at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and take a motorcycle back at twelve o'clock in the evening. When she gets lucky, she'll play all night in the card hall.

After all, Chen Zhujun was educated when she was a girl, and her mind was influenced by mathematics, physics and chemistry, so she naturally had an innate sensitivity to numbers and predictive ability at the poker table. Therefore, every time she plays cards, she is the kind of luck that is smooth, and after half a year, her income has exceeded her salary as a temporary worker in school. Therefore, every time she sits all night, she is rarely blamed by Zhang Yu. Even if you don't have good luck, the chances are extremely small. When she loses money when she is unlucky, she will call Zhang Yu for help, and Zhang Yu will immediately ride a bicycle to send her money or immediately pick her up to recuperate and recuperate, so as to prepare for a comeback the next day. Therefore, they were recognized by the neighborhood as a match made in heaven for a while.

In less than half a year, Chen Zhujun and his wife each hung a gold necklace with a lot of weight around their necks, and added a good-looking platinum ring to each finger, and Chen Zhujun also wore a thick gold bracelet, all of which were attributed to Chen Zhujun's achievements on the card field. Since then, Zhang Yu has taken good care of her and obeyed her. Since then, Chen Zhujun has also been contaminated with some bad habits in gambling places.

Half a year later, Chen Zhujun's luck on the card field plummeted. Not to mention all the money that was won, he also put some of his old money into it. In desperation, Chen Zhujun had no choice but to sell the necklace around his neck, the ring on his hand, and the bracelet into the gold store to free up funds to play cards. But in less than two months, they all lost everything.

Chen Zhujun seems to be addicted to drugs, and he is going farther and farther on the road that is similar to gambling. She began to write IOUs outside without telling Zhang Yu, and in less than three months, she had already owed tens of thousands of gambling debts outside.

When the Chinese New Year was approaching, the creditors who lent money came to the door one by one with IOUs to collect debts, and Zhang Yu knew, "What, you owe tens of thousands of yuan in debts outside, how can this be embarrassing?" He wanted to use the phrase "you loser girl" to express his anger at that time, but out of the face of being a teacher, he still forcibly used a sentence of literary crepe.

"What's that, when I come to run, turning back tens of thousands of yuan is a matter of blowing dust," Chen Zhujun comforted Zhang Yu with a big sister's tone, and then crossed his hands on his hips and looked at those debt collectors with a disapproving expression, "The old lady is so big, who does she owe, and who does she rely on? Even if I can't afford to pay it back in my life, there is a principal next to me, isn't it only tens of thousands of yuan, are you so anxious?"

The crowd of debt collectors was calmed by her spirit, and one by one they went home with IOUs. Zhang Yu was taken aback by her tone of almost lifting herself, only to feel that she was a robber and met a bandit, and she had to have more eyes on her in the future. The obsession with the card table is undoubtedly a foreshadowing of Chen Zhujun's marriage failure, and on the road of her life, it is tantamount to burying the germ of a grain of suffering.