"Xiao Liao, do you have to go to work today?" The bookstore owner greeted with a smile: "I just entered a batch of contemporary literary critic Guo Yongsheng's annotated "Shuo Yuan", "Chu Ci", and "Book Burning", and if you want it, you will be given a 7% discount." He obviously regarded Liao Xuebing, who wore black-rimmed glasses and had a weak appearance, as a literary youth.

"Boss, are you entering a pirated book?" Liao Xuebing joked and hurriedly walked to the high school textbook counter. A whole bookcase is full of books about guiding and tutoring the college entrance examination, but I can't find the syllabus.

"Heh, someone in the family is going to take the university entrance examination, right? I introduce you to this, "College Entrance Examination Nine Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Exercises", mathematics, physics, chemistry, English and every subject are available, let me tell you, there is a child nearby because of the purchase of this series of books, admitted to Tsinghua University, a few days ago the neighborhood sent him to the capital, set off a lot of firecrackers, have you heard?" The boss came over diligently, and couldn't help but say that he took down a book with a thickness comparable to the "Kangxi Dictionary" in the most eye-catching position and put it in his hand.

Liao Xuebing put the book back again: "Don't be verbose, to tell you the truth, I am a teacher, and I need to find a few Chinese syllabuses for reference." ”

"Congratulations, congratulations, I knew you were very knowledgeable, and I could see that a bunch of children were thriving under your nose. The boss bent down and tugged at the small cabinet where the old books were kept.

"Please, that's not how the sycophants are filmed. To put it so wildly, with your eloquence, you can go and sell razors to the old lady. Liao Xuebing wanted to kick his writhing ass outside the small cabinet.

Brushing away the dust from the cover, from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, a total of six Chinese textbooks, piled up as high as half a TV set, were placed in front of him. Liao Xuebing braved a cold sweat and opened the front one, three hundred and twenty pages, each page was printed with dense text, one per semester, each book had fifty or sixty lessons, and the key and difficult sentences in each class were rhetorical and penmanship, and the central idea of the penmanship made him shocked.

"How much?"

"A full set of one hundred and eighty yuan, I will give you a seven discount, and I will charge you one hundred and twenty-six yuan. The boss pretended to rub his hands a little embarrassed, but still looked at him with a smile.

Liao Xuebing touched his pocket, discharged a string of coins on the counter, and sneered: "Here is thirteen yuan and five cents, and the rest will be returned to you when I pay my salary." ”

"This ......"

Last time, he stopped the thief for the boss, and the loss recovered was only thirty or forty yuan, but in the boss's heart, saving face is the most important thing, so the boss gritted his teeth and said: "Scholars are very poor, I understand you, take it first, remember, you still owe me one hundred and twelve yuan five." ”

Liao Xuebing took a few blank lecture books and a fountain pen and said, "After buying so many books, you must have earned a lot, so these can be regarded as additions and given to me." ”

"You ......" the boss was in pain, "while my wife is away, she won't talk nonsense, you go quickly." ”

Liao Xuebing began to frantically plagiarize lecture notes in the apartment. The electric fan creaked and swayed, the folding table trembled slightly with the strokes of his swimming snake, and the sultry air did not affect his devotion in the slightest. Cigarette butts were thrown all over the ground, the water glass was tilted next to it and there was no time to pay attention to it, the small alarm clock was ticking, and the twilight of summer knew that there was a weak chirp outside the window, compared to this quiet afternoon, it was Liao Xuebing, who was drenched all over his body, scratched off the paper with enthusiasm that he had never had before.

It's been six years since he last used a pen to write. From the first few pages of crooked handwriting, to the more he writes later, the smoother it becomes; from the beginning of his refreshment, to the present his arms are numb; from the beginning of reading one word and copying one word, to now looking at thirty words and copying thirty words, Liao Xuebing has become dizzy and depressed.

"By the way, call those fox friends to help with the copying. He was about to make a call, but then he thought again: "The director of discipline is making things difficult, if I show him the difference in handwriting, then I won't even have one last chance." ”

Finally, he couldn't support it, and walked to the balcony to move his numb right hand, and suddenly saw a pair of girls' pants drying on the balcony next door, it couldn't be the girl just now, right? Lao Liao couldn't hold back his excitement, took out the long bamboo pole, and immediately wanted to take it for himself. "Alas, the rabbit doesn't eat the grass next to the nest, it's so close, and it's broad daylight, what's wrong with me. If someone finds out, it will be a catastrophe...... "I gave myself a hard palm, and went back to the room to copy the handouts again.

From half past twelve at noon to nearly ten o'clock in the evening, except for going to the toilet, drinking water, and smoking, he never left, and even if he forgot to sleep and eat, he still only copied one-third of the first volume. Although this process was very tiring, Liao Xuebing had some sustenance and concentrated his thoughts, but he felt a peace of mind in his heart, and he was more determined to become a teacher.

The phone rang, and he was indifferent. Loud again, still ignoring it. Ringing again, simply go to the toilet. When it rang for the seventh time, Liao Xuebing pressed the answer button, sighed and said, "What's the matter?"

"Brother Bing, the skinhead party asked us to talk at Suzaku Park at ten o'clock. A slightly cowardly voice.

"I'm not saying you don't have time, you can just do it yourself. ”

"But, Brother Bing, at about seven o'clock, Brother Xiaobai was slashed. ”

", where are you congregating? I'll meet them. Liao Xuebing stood up with a sigh, he couldn't be a shrinking turtle anymore, and if his brother was cut down and he was indifferent, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to mix with the underworld. It would take two hours at most, and then rush back to copy the handouts, and fight for a day and a night without sleeping, until six o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and copy out a few that should have barely coped with it.

"We're at the west gate of the park, Brother Bing, come over as soon as possible." ”

“OK。 Liao Xuebing slowly closed the line, "Bald man Zhou Fuyuan, you'd better be worthy of me." ”

At the entrance of the west gate of the park, there is an antique archway, four rows of columns, the pillars have dragon patterns, and the plaque in the center does not write anything. The night was thick, the breeze was cool, and there were flickering fireflies on the grass. More than 30 motorcycles were parked around, and a group of people were lying on the car, squatting on the ground, or leaning on the pillars. In the middle, a young man in a trench coat paced around, lit a cigarette, and said angrily: "Hey! I actually have to pretend to be cut to trick him, is Brother Bing's head in water?" On the back of the trench coat, a few words like chicken feet are written with a brush: "West of the Vermilion Bird Bridge, the first biker party."

At this time, several cars appeared in front of them, driving fast and fast, from far to near, with the roaring sound of the engine, eight beams of light hit them, and the strong headlights dazzled their eyes. With a "whoosh", the tires dragged out a few deep marks on the concrete floor and came to a near stop. Four minivan doors opened one after another, and a group of people jumped out.

"Ah, these bald donkeys are here on time!"

The minivan carried seven people, but there were at least forty of the four people who came down, half of whom had shaved heads and shone brightly in the night, like large light bulbs that could move. The crowd dispersed slightly, and the person in the middle was tall and thin, with an eagle nose, thin lips, a particularly cold expression, and a few scars faintly visible on the shallow shirt cuffs. His head was shaved blue and shiny, and he was the brightest star in the crowd.

"What about Liao Xuebing, don't you dare to come to see me?" the man looked around and spoke. No one moved, the standing ones were still smoking cigarettes, and the squatting ones were still playing with ants with tree branches, but everyone stared at him with more arrogant and unscrupulous eyes, and the meaning of provocation was obvious.

Xiao Bai in a trench coat slowly approached him, and the two stared at each other for a moment, and their fierce eyes could spark. Standing on the other hand, Xiaobai was slightly half a head shorter, and his face was slightly immature, and he had lost a lot of time in terms of momentum.

"Brother Fukuhara, don't you have the courage to come to Suzaku Street to spread wild? When did you get a few broken vans and borrow your brother to play for two days. Xiaobai said meaningless scenes, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes, for fear of being weaker.

Zhou Fuyuan pushed him away: "Get away! It's not your turn to speak here, call Liao Xuebing to see me." The force of the push was very strong, and Xiaobai stumbled before he could barely stand still.

The bikers stood up one after another, tightening their iron rods and knives. Xiaobai, the number two person in the gang, is looked down upon, which is equivalent to the biker party's face being peeled off. The skinheads are also making momentum, just waiting for Zhou Fuyuan to make a gesture, and they will fight to the death. There was no war for a while, the two sides were more than ten meters away, and they were all shouting and scolding, "Get out of your mother's house, you don't have long eyes, dare to trouble Lao Tzu?" "Rabbit Yacheng, you went to Lao Tzu's yard last time to make trouble, and I abolished you today!" "Wang Ruoyu, are you having hair on your side?" ......

At ten o'clock in the evening, pedestrians were scarce, the street lamps dragged their figures, and the quiet street echoed with a series of crazy shouts, especially harsh. The little bird perched on the big banyan tree was startled, hovering in the canopy, babbling and chirping, and the window lights of the residential buildings in the distance turned on, poked out their heads, and then retracted and turned off the lights.

Affected by the current social atmosphere, and because of their own character defects, or the idea of getting ahead, they gradually messed around the streets, and became small organizations, living by intimidation, extortion, abduction, and theft. They have no power or power, and even negotiating have to go to a park late at night when no one is in the park, which is far worse than the underworld in the movie where they are cars and villas, going in and out of hotels, and mingling in the upper class.