After lunch, Lao Zhao, an old playboy, couldn't wait to rush to my studio. The fourth master, nicknamed Zhao Gelangtai, actually shaved his big legs (tide language) and brought a small bag of fish skin peanuts (one yuan a small bag in the store), which was still half-covered and half hidden.

His hand was taken out of his trouser pocket several times, obviously struggling with his thoughts, his eyes were looking around, as if he was afraid of being seen, and finally he mustered up the courage to touch it, and he still opened his mouth and ate the remaining half of the bag.

As soon as he entered the house, he shouted for me to make gongfu tea, and kept chattering about it, and chased me to tell me about going to see the girl in white.

I wanted to calm myself down and clear my mind. But as soon as Lao Zhao came in, he mentioned the girl in white, which made my nerves feel like an electric shock, and I immediately became nervous.

Lao Zhao sat down and couldn't wait to ask me: "I said Lao Zhong, we've been together for more than a year, what kind of personality are you, this old ghost? I know very well, the more I think about it, the more strange I feel? The girl in white must have something to do with you? Otherwise, how could she be called Han Xin? Your name is Zhong Hanzhe, and the little girl's name is Zhang Hanxin, it's not that coincidental, right? Han Xin, chilling? Hanxin? Yes? It seems that you must have a story! What have you ever had in the past few years? Or have you done anything sorry for others? Yes? Say it and listen to it. "Lao Zhao hit the nail on the head as soon as he opened his mouth, and I was also thinking about the name of the girl in white, especially the sad expression of the girl in white when she mentioned her father, she gave people a kind of

The feeling of "tears full of clothes when I first heard it", and even for the slightest clue, I was willing to let He Xiangu flicker.

These signs are all doubts in my heart after meeting Han Xin, especially the magnolia jade and Han Xin's mention of living in Zhuhai with her mother and grandmother, which made me doubt the relationship between the girl and Xue'er.

Because this information is more or less a bit of Cher's information, it is normal for me to have these questions in my mind.

Lao Zhao is so suspicious and speculative, it is understandable, not to mention that Hanxin's eyes are too similar to me. Lao Zhao saw that I was slowly boiling water and making tea, and did not answer his question immediately, and then asked: "Lao Zhong, before you came to Jingxi Fengling Academy to paint, where were you and what were you doing?" This is the highest altitude duck feces incense in the top of the phoenix, perennial cold, pure natural, do not apply any pesticides, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, raise the righteousness of the heaven and earth, the fragrance is far and clear, the mellow fragrance is rich, after drinking the mouth, the tongue has a residual fragrance, it is the best in the phoenix single fir tea. Come, come, have a drink and talk. Lao Zhao Meng poured half a bag of fish skin peanuts into the palm of his hand, and quickly sent it to his mouth one by one like a gluttonous chicken, and after eating a small half bag of peanuts, he said that his throat was too dry, so he picked up the teacup and drank the tea, and his mouth came out

The sound of "chirp" praised it

"Good tea, quenching thirst. I almost fainted after hearing this, and I couldn't help but laugh and cry. It's no wonder that Lao Zhao doesn't know how to taste tea at all, no matter how good the tea is in his mouth, it just quenches his thirst.

Lao Zhao's mouth kept eating peanuts, and after drinking a cup of tea, he said: "You old fox, among the dozen or so classmates in our class, you often go alone, sometimes you are preoccupied, and you don't like to party too much, and you never talk about the past with others." Alas Lao Zhong, my brother is of royal blood, you can trust my brother's personality, tell my brother something, don't keep it in your heart, you will get sick, ah. ”

"No, no, what's the story? I replied as I made tea.

"You really have two toothbrushes, you don't want to say yes, do you? I'll go, and I won't drink tea. Every day, I will hum songs such as "He Doesn't Love Me" and "Love Has Passed", as well as "The Day Doesn't Understand the Darkness of the Night", and I don't see you having a relationship with that woman, the only beautiful little sister in the class, and rarely communicates, Ah Guang Lao Jia is still rushing to invite the little sister to dinner. Every time a classmate mentions your wife and children, they prevaricate with a sentence of 'nothing to say'. Do you think I don't know? There must have been some mess in the past, maybe I did something sorry for my wife and children? As the saying goes, when people enter the temple in adversity, their career will not go well and they will end up in the south. I see that you are in love and learning to paint, ha, hahaha" Lao Zhao danced and laughed after speaking, and pretended to leave.

The small half bag of peanuts happened to be eaten by him, he clapped his hands, and then picked up the crushed peanuts the size of a mung bean that had fallen on his pants on his pants, and sent them to his mouth, chewing them with relish.

I replied with a wry smile: "My brother just has a lot of imagination and can be a writer." My past? Alas, people, who doesn't have a past? It's such an age, it's a long story not to mention it. Lao Zhao listened to my tone relaxed, suddenly came to his senses, drank another cup of tea, and then said: "I remember that after the Spring Festival this year, on March 19th, there was a heavy snowfall, and the snow on the ground in the academy was more than 20 centimeters thick. The weather was very cold that day, we were all painting in the studio, I saw you draw a picture of "Fishing the Cold River Snow Alone", the inscription is: the snow in the north is sealed, the cold wind cracks the bones, but the cook does not cook, lonely and a little poetic, how a sad word. Later, I didn't like it, so I added another poem: The cold river is silent in the evening snow, and the cold moon is accompanied by the fragrance of books. Send him a little nostalgia from afar, and reunite tonight in his dreams. You can see how you felt at that time. I said, "Well, you have a pretty good memory." Lao Zhao said: "I remember, today in Longchan Temple, He Xiangu mentioned the name 'Xue'er' to the little girl, as soon as you heard the word Xue'er, it seemed that you immediately lost your soul, do you also have a friend named Xue'er? No wonder you went to chase the girl in white? Xue'er is the little girl's person? You say, Lao Zhong." I looked at Lao Zhao with a smug look, he was combing his beard with one hand, looking at me.

smiled at him and thought: He said it in an orderly manner and remembered well. said: "I did have a classmate whose name was also Xue'er, and the pen name she used to write was 'Hanjiangxue'. But does she have anything to do with the girl in white? I don't know, I'm just guessing, and I'm just like you, it's the first time I've met the girl in white. When Lao Zhao heard this, it was more like he had been beaten with chicken blood, and suddenly raised his voice and said: "There is a relationship, there must be a relationship! Let me think about it, let me think about it: Xue'er, Han Jiangxue, Zhang Hanxin, Zhong Hanzhe, can these be linked? Could it be that Xue'er's surname is Zhang Xue'er? Is it an old ghost? "I didn't answer Lao Zhao, I let my memories go back to my hometown of Sanyuan Village, Sanjiang Commune, Haiyang County, when I was in junior high school, Sanyuan Middle School, the school I attended at that time, located in the southernmost Tianhou Temple of Sanyuan Village.

In the late 70's and early 80's, the address of the party and government office of Sanjiang Commune was located in Taoyuanli, a landlord's mansion with a horse trailer in Sanyuan Village, and Sanyuan Village naturally became the political, cultural and economic center of Sanjiang Commune, and Sanyuan Middle School gloriously became the key junior high school of the commune.

The Tianhou Temple in Sanyuan Village was extremely damaged in the sixties and seventies. Not to mention the gold-lacquered wood carvings from the famous folk artists of Haiyang County, which were ruthlessly looted, the carved beams and paintings and exquisite murals are even more unrecognizable, and the golden body of the Queen of Heaven Our Lady of Heaven is not known where it has been moved?

In this empty Tianhou Palace, the four walls are free, and there is no solemn taste of the palace and temple, not to mention the incense, and the movement of breaking the old and establishing the new has abolished everything.

The master who guarded the palace also drove away the people of the Revolutionary Committee, and put some dilapidated desks and chairs in the classroom where the lights were lit every month and the wind swept the floor, so that they could basically attend classes.

The only thing that was unspoiled was the slogan on the back wall of the Tianhou Temple: Learn from Dazhai, catch up with Xiyang, and struggle for six months to achieve communism!

Written in Song style, the blood of the jujube red characters. And even more devastated is the abandonment of education!

"Learning and excellence" is reactionary,

"There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book" has become a kind of joke! In those days, there were very few people who could really learn book knowledge, and accepting the re-education of poor and middle peasants became the first priority.

Fortunately, by the time we were in junior high school, in the late 70s and early 80s, the college entrance examination had been resumed, and the students had a decent reading environment.

Unfortunately, the conditions of our school were extremely poor, and our class only had a blackboard with a missing corner and a dozen or twenty dilapidated student desks and chairs, and twenty or thirty students were just doing so to study.

However, being able to go to junior high school in the Tianhou Temple is still the yearning of the students of the whole commune, because this is the key middle school of Sanjiang Commune, which brings together the best teachers of Sanjiang Commune.

That spring, I met Cher for the first time. It was Sunday, and I was making a blackboard newspaper at school (I have been doing the blackboard newspaper at school since junior high school), and the walls on both sides of Tianhou Temple Dacheng are the carriers of the school's blackboard newspaper.

That day, on the empty Dacheng, there were a lot of goose droppings, and the Tianhou Temple was so quiet that only the Zhili on the Bodhi tree was singing, they seemed to be intentionally accompanying me, and occasionally there were chickens and paparazzi from nearby people's houses, sneaking into the Dacheng to forage for food and play, and the school was empty.

I was concentrating on the wall, using chalk to copy the poem "Seeking and Seeking" by Yi'an Jushi, and I had painted a bust of Yi'an Jushi's poetry.

When I finished painting, I stood backwards and admired the work on my wall, but I inadvertently looked back occasionally, only to see a beautiful girl in a red dress standing not far away under the linden tree, estimated to be about my age, looking at me intently.

I was stunned and stunned. I don't know when the girl in red came in? I saw the girl in red smiling generously at me and giving me a sincere thumbs up, but I was so red that I didn't dare to look at her.

I turned my head and thought, "Who is she?" What is she doing at school? She's certainly not from our school.

I have grown up so big, and in the past ten years of studying in the township school, I have never seen such a beautiful girl in all grades, and in my memory, I have never seen the daughter of a teacher living in a foreign school who is so beautiful at this age.

Could it be that the queen of heaven has manifested her true body? This is impossible. Clearly a first-time visitor to our school, and she has a relationship with our school?

How did she get in? I was starting to get a little confused, and I couldn't help but sneak another look at the girl in red, who just stood there quietly, looking at me from afar.

Her generosity and decency made me suddenly feel ashamed of myself, so I had to hide my shame, continue to make blackboard newspapers, and pretend that nothing happened.

After a while, the girl in red suddenly approached me, but I didn't know it, and when she opened her mouth, I was startled.

She asked me, "What level are you going to?" and I thought, "This girl in red is bold enough, maybe because there is no one else here?"

Because the girls in the class never take the initiative to talk to their male classmates, even if the male classmates intend to talk, they will generally eat behind closed doors, and if they don't get the boys, they will attract scolding and discussions, and they get one

The nickname of "wife brother" (tide language, meaning lustful). So she replied to her, "Class A of the second junior high school." The girl said again: "Well, it's very good, it's such a coincidence, the second class of junior high school is good, we are in the same class, my name is Zhang Xueer." "Cher's voice is very pleasant and fresh, which makes my heart crisp after listening to it.

I said, "What do you mean, in the same class as you?" and Xue'er said, "Yes, I'll come to the class tomorrow, and I'll come to the school today to have a look." When I heard this, I was happy!

But he didn't like it, and said to her coldly: "Xue'er, this name is good, I remember it." The girl said, "Can you tell me your name?"

"Zhong Hanzhe. I looked at the girl and said proudly. The girl in red said, "Hanzhe, this name is good, you are very good at drawing, see you tomorrow." After the girl finished speaking, she ran out of the school gate with a smoke, and disappeared for a moment.

I looked at Xue'er's distant back and said to myself, "I'll see you tomorrow, I'll see you the day after tomorrow." After saying that, I shook my head and smiled bitterly, and continued to make the blackboard newspaper, but there was always a picture of Xue'er who had just left in my mind.