Autumn 2016 was a bit dry and shady outside.

When I came out of school, it was half past five in the afternoon, and it was rush hour, and I couldn't count the number of cars coming and going, including many mid-to-high-end cars worth 500,000 to 1 million. Intentionally or unintentionally, these car owners stopped their cars and opened the doors to reveal the exquisite equipment inside, attracting the envious eyes of passing students, and some car enthusiasts stepped forward to ask the owners and drivers to take pictures with the limousines. Some happily agreed, some refused indifferently, and some took the initiative to talk to female students.

This scene is played out every day, as if these waves of people come and go. Familiar faces, familiar conversations, like vegetable market stalls, stipulate their respective locations, each unrelated. It looks funny, but it never gets tired of it. Why is this so? The name of this high school is the city's No. 1 High School, which shows that compared with other middle schools, it ranks first in many aspects: the first rich, the first admission rate, and the first chaos. There are all kinds of people in it, there are three religions and nine streams, fish and dragons, what you see in society, you can see in it. Some time ago, a male teacher went in for the crime of indecency, which is quite common. What is more special is that the female teachers are also involved.

If you think that this will affect this century-old school, you are very wrong.

This school's annual admission rate is so high that other schools are amazed, and can only be used as a foil for green leaves. Parents who want to squeeze into the city's No. 1 high school every year don't know how to go, as soon as the results of the high school entrance examination come out, the students who meet the standards can cheer hard, and the students who do not meet the standards have to be anxious. It is not uncommon to send cigarettes and alcohol, and if you want to send them, you can send them directly to famous cars. This is not a test for students, but a problem for parents. Whether there is a mine at home or not, you have to weigh it.

However, I don't have a mine at home, and I don't have a tough backstage, I just got in with the aura of the protagonist, and I'm proud.

At this time, I now need to take bus 42 home for dinner, which has the aura of a powerful protagonist.

However, at this point, it is always overcrowded, and there are even times when you can't get on the bus. When I was in high school, I tried to squeeze it once, and the smell instantly made my head hurt. At that time, I happened to meet someone eating pickled products in it, and the taste was really full of flavors in the car, with everything sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, plus the thick unspeakable fart that had been brewing for a long time, the sour and refreshing was authentic enough. Brother Wang can't imitate it if he wants to.

I'm afraid it's hard for you to understand how anyone can still eat with relish in this environment, but there are people who do.

Since then, I've made up my mind that I'll never squeeze the bus at this point again, and I'd rather wait a few more times than appreciate the smell of old vinegar.

I was bored and squatted on the side of the road eating the popsicle I had just bought, when a somewhat familiar voice came, "Halo, are you waiting for busgohome, do you want to UP my Audi vehicle?"

I recognize that face, Li Fu, the deputy squad leader of our class, he is tall and mighty, and he looks very strong and compelling, but in fact, he is very popular, and he can talk to anyone. However, I didn't communicate with him at all, probably because of the language barrier.

I was confused and thinking about what he meant, and when he saw that I didn't respond to him, he shrank back and said to the driver, "Let's go." The driver asked with a slight hesitation: "Young master, isn't that your classmate?"

"It seems to be, but it's like a melon pisa. By the way, the vehicle I said at the end was right, right?"

"Young master, you have nothing to say about your pronunciation, thief standard, you can be an anchor on that BBQ radio station in the UK. ”

"Lowprofile, Lowprofile, drive your vehicle. ”

As soon as Li Fu finished speaking, the window immediately closed, and the accelerator boomed, leaving a puff of smoke and dust to gradually fade away. The moment the car started, I stood up and ducked so that the smoke didn't stick to the popsicle.

When the smoke had completely subsided, I went back to where I had been, squatting down, licking the melted popsicle and keeping my eyes fixed on the direction the bus had come.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of a few classmates walking by, and even one of them was my junior high school classmate, who was not very familiar with it. When they approached, they only found me, and one of them exclaimed, which should be regarded as a kind of greeting, but he didn't say anything, and the others just waved at me and didn't say anything.

I raised my popsicle in response and turned my head to see if the bus had arrived.

As they moved a little farther away, I faintly overheard their conversation, which seemed to be discussing me.

"Do you think there's something wrong with that person's brain? Feeling stupid, stupid. ”

"He never seemed to speak, and I thought he was dumb. Zhen Chenggong, aren't you junior high school classmates with that person, what was he like before?"

"It's like now, it's stupid and stupid. We all call him a stupid roe deer. He was often dressed in tatters and smelly. Hardly anyone wants to get close to him. Except for good grades, nothing is useful. ”

"Hehe, let's be honest, I didn't get in. ”

"Oh, there's a backstage?"

"My dad is the vice principal. ”

"Wow! I'll have to rely on Brother Lu Fei to take care of it in the future. ”

"Hahaha, don't talk about this, do you want to go to the sea this weekend, I don't know why recently, I suddenly want to see the sea. ”

"Eh, that can't be helped, let's go. ”

The sound fades away until it is no longer audible. My popsicle was licked clean, and all that was left was a bare wooden stick. I knew in my heart that after entering high school, I was always demented in the eyes of others, but in fact, I was not demented or just a little bit of a melon skin, and the world always misunderstood me so deeply.

It was dark and it was half past six in the evening. Walking through the shuttle bus one after another, the car was always full of people, and even the passengers of some cars had been squeezed to the point that the doors could not be opened. But there are still people who want to go up, otherwise they will miss the bus, delay the time to make dinner, and make the children at home hungry.

The passengers around me changed batch after batch, and I remained in the same position.

The clock stopped at seven o'clock sharp, and the 42 bus I had been waiting for finally arrived, and there were very few people. I shook my numb legs, got into the car, and showed my citizen card. With a "drip", I walked to the back of the car, where it was so dark that I could barely see the faces inside.

I found a place by the window and sat down, looking at the night scene outside the window, and the bustling city scene came into view. Darkness could not swallow up the city that never sleeps, and the colorful distant lights waved towards the sky, as if to pierce the sky, mocking the powerlessness of the night.

After eight stops, I switched to bus No. 48 and arrived at my home after six stops. My house is located in the northwest corner of the city, where factories are in the majority, and at night, all kinds of strange smells begin to fill the air. Now that the environmental regulatory department has taken strict measures to rectify the situation, the air has improved, but the pungent sweetness can still be smelled.

When my parents first moved in, there were very few residents around, and most of them were dormitories for factory workers. Everyone is from a migrant worker's background, and they take care of each other, and the relationship is not bad. When acquaintances come out to buy vegetables, they will always chatter.

"Uncle Li, in the morning I saw Uncle Wang enter your house again while you were away. ”

"This old bastard stole my daughter-in-law again, no wonder I always feel that the air leak has been very fast recently. If I catch him, I'll have to talk to him!"

"Oh yes, Uncle Li, I heard Aunt Sun say that Uncle Wang has hemorrhoids, you have to be light. ”

"Hmph! Even that doesn't stop me from talking to him!"

You can also see that our community is so harmonious, if you can move your mouth, you don't do it, everyone is true, kind and beautiful, and you speak beautifully, I really like the feeling inside.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw a table of dishes neatly arranged, and I asked suspiciously, "Does anyone come to the house as a guest?"

My dad seemed to be in a good mood at this time, lying on the old man's chair reading the newspaper, and when he saw me coming back, he put down the newspaper and replied, "Your uncle will come tonight." ”

Brother-in-law...... The one always wears a sheepskin felt hat...... Dressed in a black coat...... Thinning of the face...... Man with dark circles under his eyes...... It seems like I haven't seen each other in a long time...... Always come over at Chinese New Year's Eve dinner and leave. Such a person is indeed not easy to recall.

My mom brought out a cup of soup from the kitchen and placed it in the middle of the table. I counted it slightly, five dishes and one soup, the richness of this dish is rare, even on festivals. It seems that they attach great importance to the arrival of the uncle, but think about it, as far as our family conditions are concerned, only the uncle is closer.

I rejoice in my heart that I'm going to have a big meal tonight. As soon as I sat down, I picked up my chopsticks and grabbed my favorite chicken legs. My mother's eyes were quick, and she clenched her fist and hit me on the skull before me, which hurt me so much that I grinned, so I put down my chopsticks and got up to wash my hands in the kitchen.

My mom was taciturn, as if she was born with a lack of conversation, and she couldn't say a few words to me and my dad. But she belongs to the kind of action, she doesn't speak, she just does it. I washed my hands step by step in strict accordance with the five steps of washing my hands, and at this time I heard the voice of a man outside, and I guessed that the uncle had arrived. After washing, the probe went out to take a look, and sure enough, it was the uncle.

Wearing uniform clothes year after year, I wondered if he was the only one who had this outfit. The last time we met was on Chinese New Year's Eve, a quiet night, without making an appointment in advance, I simply walked in, like a next-door neighbor coming to visit the door.

Uncle saw me at a glance, smiled slightly and said, "Yo, the little ghost is also here, don't you go to self-study at night?"

I replied, "It's Saturday, so it's not on." ”

After speaking, he suddenly came to his senses, slapped his forehead hard, and said with great regret: "Oh! I know that the little ghost is at home, so I won't come." Hearing this, he laughed to himself: "Hahaha, just kidding, I just knew you didn't come tonight for self-study." Look, I have brought you a big, big gift. ”

Only then did I realize that he was carrying a packaging bag, which looked ordinary, but it was very large. My mind began to imagine what snacks were in there, just as I was looking forward to it with joy.

At this time, the uncle slowly pulled out the "Three-year College Entrance Examination and Two-Year Simulation" from the package.

"I know that you study poorly, your brain is not good, and you are stupid and naïve. So I specially bought you this gift, how about it? Aren't you excited?" Uncle came over, stuffed the "Three-year College Entrance Examination and Two-Year Simulation" into my arms, and said, "Memorize it well, if you don't win the exam first, see if I don't smoke you." ”

I was speechless, only a black line on my face. How much does this man want to hurt me?

Uncle has a very cheerful temperament, which is a bit inconsistent with the overall atmosphere of my family - many times Uncle is talking about stand-up comedy. It's impossible to expect my mom to talk a few words, my dad, he only seems to be able to talk about things that interest him.