The No. 2 Middle School in 1997 was far more dilapidated than Li Wenxiu's memory.

The words "Songping County No. 2 Middle School" were written on the door wall with peeling cement, and the golden font fell off and became "Songping County No. 2 School".

Originally, in Li Wenxiu's memory, the second middle school as his alma mater was always beautiful, but at this time, he wanted to scold this damn era.

The mood is indescribable.

Just entered the school gate.

Li Wenxiu saw a tall man carrying a snakeskin bag like himself from a distance.

Li Wenwu, an aggressive and smart guy, has been at the same table with Li Wenxiu for 2 years.

liking to be cool is Li Wenwu's biggest characteristic, even if the snakeskin bag on his back doesn't look light, one hand is still in his trouser pocket, as if he is not carrying a snakeskin bag at all, but Mrs. Zhai.

"This school is so big! it's bigger than three of us in junior high school!"

Listening to the sound floating in his ears, Li Changjiang realized that indeed, in Songping in 1997, the campus of No. 2 Middle School was indeed good.

It's nothing more than that I'm used to seeing the world of flowers in my last life, so I feel lonely in my heart.

It wasn't the second middle school that changed, but himself.

"Wenxiu, Wenxiu, Li Wenxiu!"

As soon as he turned around the playground of No. 2 Middle School, which was sprinkled with black cinders, Li Wenxiu didn't have time to imagine the memories left on the playground, when he suddenly heard someone calling him in his ears.

It's Wang Weiqiang's kid, who came quite early.

"Uncle, are you so early?"

came with Wang Qiang, as well as Carpenter Wang.

Seeing that Li Wenxiu came to sign up with a snakeskin bag on his own, Wang Muxue didn't count Li Ri and that thing in his heart.

But his son is a capable man, much more than his own.

"The second middle school is really fucking big, Wenxiu, look at this playground, you said you were going to play on it, it must be cool. ”

Well.

It's very cool, but it's not you who is cool, it's someone else's cool.

Li Wenxiu remembers very well that Wang Weiqiang's playful mind has not changed at all since he came to the second middle school, but he is timid, and he has been bullied on the playground a lot.

Hearing that his son was playing with his mouth closed, Carpenter Wang couldn't help it, so he gave a violent chestnut with his free hand.

"Lao Tzu asked you to come to study, do you think he asked you to play? If you want to play, go back as soon as possible, and save some money." ”

Hehe laughed twice, Li Wenxiu didn't answer.

Expecting Wang Weiqiang to study and take the university entrance examination is indeed not very reliable, but this guy has been repeating his studies for two or three years.

It's not stupid to say that it's stupid, it's all born by a mother, it doesn't make sense that Wang Min can't get into a high school and take the university entrance examination, to put it bluntly, he can't be restrained by his playful temperament.

In his last life, Wang Weiqiang entered the second middle school, and I don't know when he became obsessed with the slot machines in the west alley of the back street, and basically most of the living expenses were thrown into it, and he was beaten by his uncle for this matter.

When they arrived at the designated registration classroom, Li Wenxiu and Wang Weiqiang completed the enrollment procedures, and saw many faces whose names they couldn't name.

Li Wenxiu's mind also came up with the stories behind these faces, and even the life experiences of a few people, but at this time, it seemed that they were all sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers, including himself.

Carpenter Wang also had to take Wang Weiqiang to find his uncle, because whether it was in his previous life or in this life, Li Wenxiu really didn't have a good impression of Wang Weiqiang's uncle Duan Youmin, so he went to the dormitory alone.

Once again in life, he and Wang Weiqiang were both assigned to Class 3 of the first year of high school, and the first year of high school in the second middle school had a total of 9 classes, and later when they were divided, there were 3 liberal arts classes and 6 science classes.

The third class of the first year of high school is exactly the last of the three liberal arts classes.

The dormitory building of No. 2 Middle School is still renovated from the old teaching building, and a large classroom is a dormitory for a class.

Twenty or thirty people are crowded together, and the smell is still a little heartwarming to Li Wenxiu, especially when summer comes, boys are all active, and the sour smell of shoes after playing football makes it difficult to sleep many nights.

When Li Wenxiu arrived at the dormitory, there were already many people inside, but there were really few people like him who came by himself, and they were basically all parents together.

Those who fold quilts, hang clothes, and those who clean windows and bed boards with water are very busy.

No one knows anyone, and at this time, they are all restrained in their temperament.

One of the boys seemed a little embarrassed when he saw another classmate coming in, and his parents rubbed and rubbed him.

"Okay, Mom, you can leave it there, and I'll be done by myself when I get back. ”

Machismo broke out, and it was a little imposing, but before it rushed to the top of his head, he was strongly suppressed by the majesty of Niang Laozi.

"I don't know how many pounds and taels you have, but it's a bunch of them again, and the days of getting it yourself will be long in the future. ”

In fact, Li Wenxiu didn't find it funny.

Such parents are not examples of parents all over the world.

"Are you also in Class 3?"

was counted down by his parents, but the boy was smart, and immediately changed the topic and asked Li Wenxiu.

As everyone knows, Li Wenxiu has long been clear about how old his bird is.

Yang Wei, a good student in Li Wenxiu's memory, never fought into the game hall, and the later college entrance examination also proved that his persistence was indeed fruitful.

The only one in the 2000 college entrance examination of the entire No. 2 Middle School who exceeded the score line of key universities was him.

So from that point of view, this is a guy worth wrapping up.

"Yes, I am also in Class 3, my name is Li Wenxiu, Muzi Li, Wenwen of culture, Xiuqi Xiu. ”

"My name is Yang Wei, Shixi. ”

Shixi is a township below Meiling, I heard that there was a Jinshi old man called Shixi before, so he changed his name to Shixi Township.

"Shixi, then we are not far away, I am from Meiling. ”

As he spoke, a few more people came in at the door, and Li Wenxiu didn't ink with him, so he hurriedly chose an upper bunk by the window, not for anything else, just to breathe a breath of fresh air.

In his previous life, Li Wenxiu came late due to the long distance, so he finally had to sleep on the lower bunk in the middle, which was smoked for a while.

If you do it all over again in this life, you have to choose a good position again, and as for the one who occupied the bed by him, you can only say sorry.

Who didn't make you catch up with rebirth these days?

We can't do anything big, it's more than enough to choose a bed.

After that, Li Wenxiu threw the snakeskin bag to the top bunk of the bed on the side, even if it was for Wang Weiqiang's kid, he also took a place.

The next step is to scrub and scrub.

Li Wenxiu didn't bring a quilt either, so he wiped the walls and windows by the window, and by the way, he changed the clothes on his body and washed them to dry.

On the first day of registration, I had to go to self-study in the evening, so I had to buy a mat quilt and a boiling water bottle or something.

So without waiting for Wang Weiqiang to come back, Li Wenxiu hurriedly picked up and went out, the horizontal and vertical beds were occupied, and he was not afraid of being robbed, and people at this time were still simpler than after ten or twenty years.

It's your own is your own, not your own, and I feel a little pimple in my heart when I hold it.