Chapter 10:

Zhang Jin was lucky, as soon as he got off Zhang's father's motorcycle, there was a bus that was about to start to the county, and there were not many people, uh, at least he could squeeze in. For students in the township, when it comes to school, you don't want to have a seat on the bus, it's good to be able to get on the bus, otherwise you have to wait for half an hour to an hour, and you don't know if you can squeeze in the next bus.

After standing on the bus all the way, when Zhang Jin felt that his legs and feet were already a little stiff, he finally arrived at the platform where the school was located. When I got out of the car and looked at the time in the street shop, I found that it was an hour earlier than usual. That's a real deal.

You must know that in the past, whenever there was a holiday to start school, unless you set off in the morning, otherwise, in the afternoon, you would come out of the house at one o'clock, and you would not arrive at school at four or five o'clock.

Thinking that he didn't have to go to self-study tonight, the braised pork and vegetables in the backpack were also in the car, because it was too crowded, he was afraid of being crowded, so he put it into the space, and when he just got off the bus, he didn't check it less, and he was not in a hurry to go back to the dormitory at this time.

Of course, the main reason is that it is too far from the station to the boys' dormitory where he is, and it takes more than half an hour to go back and forth.

Dongyang County No. 6 Middle School, formerly known as Chengcheng Middle School, is the first school that includes elementary school, junior high school, and high school in the whole of Beijin City. Every time I return from vacation, the flow of people is the largest.

At this time in '98, as a county seat of a second- or third-tier prefecture-level city, Internet cafes had not yet become popular, and game halls were only for those so-called 'bad students', billiard rooms or something, let alone 'good students' should go!

The audio-visual store that Zhang Jin knew was the largest bookstore in the neighborhood that included books and audio, and it was divided into two parts: an audio-visual store and a bookstore.

In the past, it was overcrowded during all holidays, except for elementary school students. Of course, there are also individual upper elementary school students who are different.

However, the majority are still boys and girls in junior high and high schools, who either rent plates here to watch Hong Kong movies, or borrow books to go back to school to watch, or don't want to spend money, so they take a copy and squat in the corner to watch it, etc.

Because there are not many such places nearby, under normal circumstances, if you don't go early, let alone find a good book, it is difficult to walk in casually.

Of course, under the influence of his grandfather, Zhang Jin prefers to read famous books, even if it is not a famous book, it must be the author's writing that is very good. Normally, such books are the least borrowed in bookstores, like Romance of the Gods, like Journey to the West, everyone knows that they are good, but not everyone likes to spend time studying some of the ancient meanings of the Chinese in them.

It's just that no one wants to borrow the book from him, but there are too many people in the bookstore, and someone doesn't have much money to give a deposit, so it's rare to have the opportunity to see the book.

This time it was more than an hour earlier than usual, Zhang Jin naturally went to the bookstore non-stop to have a look, if there were fewer people, he would be lucky.

Maybe it's just the end of the long vacation, and many people haven't recovered from their freedom, so when they go to the bookstore, there are not many people in the bookstore except for a few people watching movies.

Looking at the big clock hanging on the wall of the bookstore, it was 3:05 p.m., at least eight hours before the dormitory closed at 11 p.m.

Eight hours, that's a lot! Zhang Jin straightened his chest and walked in. I have come to this bookstore many times, and I am half an acquaintance with the boss, and I know that if you rub books, you can rub for half an hour at most, and the boss will drive people away, but if you give money to read here, then the boss will provide you with a stool, and even when it comes to meals, he will help order food.

Zhang Jin didn't want to waste time, his face was thin, and it would be embarrassing to be driven out! So when he entered the door, he gave the shopkeeper five cents and walked in.

Borrowing books here, usually, a book is only two cents a day, of course, that is when you have a deposit and take it away to read it for a long time, and at least three days or more, if you read it on the spot, it will be a little more expensive, almost equivalent to three cents a day.

Zhang Jin gave five cents, and when he left, the boss would return him two cents.

There are few people, after Zhang Jin took the book, he moved the stool, found a person who would not be affected by watching the audio, and the light was bright, and he happened to sit under the lamp at night The 'throne', so he lowered his head and looked at it seriously.

Zhang Jin's reading of books is different from many people's reading novels, and he can't wait to finish a novel in three minutes. In fact, after reading it, I roughly know what this novel is about, its author's writing techniques and the essence of writing, and I don't feel it at all.

He always reads books word by word, and when he doesn't know him, or thinks the artistic conception is very beautiful, he likes to write it down. Then go back and read it again. This point is naturally also influenced by Grandpa Zhang, after all, if you look at the ancient medical book, if you look at ten lines, it is basically the same as reading a book with words, whether you understand it or not, you must sell it word by word, you can understand its meaning, and sometimes you even have to read the book in traditional Chinese characters to understand what the medical book itself is explaining.

It's like the masters reading the Yellow Emperor's Neijing. It is even said that many ancient medical books are still a person's interpretation, and people who are blessed with them are often superior to others because of their unique interpretations, and then become miracle doctors

Zhang Jin was oppressed by his grandfather since he was a child, and he was a little rebellious in his heart, even if he would read medical books every time he went home, he basically would not have the idea that he would become a miracle doctor in the future. Although he has not yet decided what he wants to do in the future, he feels that he will not be a doctor, and the most he can know about what kind of disease he has learned, what medicine he needs to take, how to make that medicine more effective for the disease, and so on.

However, by looking at the light of reading medical books since childhood, Zhang Jin's understanding of literature is stronger than others. At least after junior high and high school, he never lost points in the exams about ancient poetry and classical Chinese.

The book Zhang Jin read this time is "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", in fact, this book is also available to his grandfather, and it is still a full set of ancient editions. But every time I'm at home, I don't have time to just read medical books, let alone this kind of 'miscellaneous books'!

The skin of this book of mountains and seas is a bit old, and it may have been picked up by the boss at a used book stall. There are no annotations under some of the new editions of the text that are already available, but the language of this book is not too simple compared to the language of ancient medical books, and in Zhang Jin's eyes, it is like reading a fairy tale in the vernacular.

Looking down for about an hour, Zhang Jin felt that his neck was a little sore, and he looked up and wanted to shake it twice, but he met a pair of curious eyes.

"Hehe, do you understand this book?" asked no one else, it was the owner of the shop, a young man who looked to be in his thirties and looked very sloppy from the outside.

Zhang Jin looked at the other party in surprise, and said after a while: "I understand." "But the look on his face was clear: 'Don't you understand?'

When the boss understood this, his face immediately became a little bored and embarrassed, touched his nose, and turned around to walk: "Awesome, look, look!"

Zhang Jin blinked his eyes and looked at the road not far from the door where vehicles passed by from time to time for a while, and then lowered his head again.

For people who can't understand classical Chinese, reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas or directly reading the interpretation of the Classic of Mountains and Seas is really boring, but for those who can understand, it is interesting.

Zhang Jin is like this, and the more he looks at it, the more he sees it with relish, and he forgets to sleep and eat. When the boss turned on the lights and the restaurant began to have people delivering from restaurants coming in and out, Zhang Jin realized that it was already night.

Twisting his stiff neck to look at the big clock on the wall, it turned out that it was already half past seven in the evening.

"Let's have some food!" The boss sitting at the cash register said to Zhang Jin while eating takeaway fried rice, his face was no longer embarrassed in the afternoon, and he was vaguely a little admired. After all, people can read classical Chinese with relish and forget about time. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

Even in the boss's heart, such a person is a powerful person.

Zhang Jin thought of the braised pork he hidden, and then looked at the people in the bookstore who were like him because they didn't have extra deposits, and 'studied hard', shook his head, if he had that little time to go out to eat, it was better to read a few more books.

But the smell of food in the house is also very seductive, at least he feels hungry at the moment! Then, when the shopkeeper bowed his head and the others were not paying attention to him, he pretended to be digging something and took out a bright red apple from his bag.

"Click!" Zhang Jin didn't observe how beautiful the apple was, how much like the legendary fairy fruit, in short, it felt like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, and took a bite on the big apple that was shining with a bright halo under the light, and suddenly a refreshing fruity fragrance filled the entire space, and even the video hall next door was full of smoke, and it seemed to be permeated by this sound for a moment.

The shopkeeper looked at the apples that Zhang Jin took out, and suddenly felt that his fried rice with shredded lean pork was like pig food, which was difficult to swallow.

Other people who were also eating takeout were similar to him.

Zhang Jin lowered his head unconsciously, eating fruit while reading the book, because he was afraid of soiling the book, he ate very slowly.

Until a voice woke him up.

"Oh buddy, where did you buy your apples?"

Zhang Jin was stunned for a moment and raised his head, facing a young face of a mature man in his twenties, who was full of ruffianism, at least one meter eight or more tall, with a strong figure, and his arms exposed from his sleeveless sweatshirt were full of muscles.

"Hey?" Seeing Zhang Jin, the man was shocked, "It's you, I know you, from the second and third classes, right? Your article "The Death of Zhu Yunwen", the Chinese teacher has been chattering a lot in class, you are famous!" said and looked down at the book in Zhang Jin's hand, grabbed it and flipped through it a few times, and his face suddenly distorted, "No wonder it's so awesome, this good student is different, you read all such books, what does this mean, I don't understand." ”

Since they are from the same school, it is impossible for Zhang Jin not to know each other, let alone the students of the next class or even the same teacher.

It's just that the reputation of this person in front of him at school is not very good! Zhang Jin thought that not long ago, this person was criticized by the principal of the school, and it was said that he was beating people outside the school with him, and he also injured people or something. I couldn't resist at all in my heart, because Ya and him were not on the same level at all!

The so-called person who knows the times is Junjie, don't look at Zhang Jin's face of 'I'm very proud', in fact, he knows how to judge the situation very well. Otherwise, with his face, he would not have been beaten up by people who looked at him unpleasantly! Boys at school would have fought for a trivial matter, or even for no reason.

Zhang Jin heard the people in the dormitory say that this is said to be from the city, or transferred from the No. 5 Middle School of the famous school, and the reason for the transfer is not because of poor study, but because he loves to fight too much.

"I, my grandfather gave it to me, I don't know where I bought it. Zhang Jin said as he took out one from his bag and handed it over, "There is only one left." ”

While speaking, Zhang Jin decided in his heart that from today onwards, he would never eat fruit at school again.

"Uh! I'm so sorry!" Wang Zishuai was first startled by the suddenly approaching big apple, and then saw that under the light, the white, tender and slender hand holding the big apple flashed blind, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Zhang Jin smiled lightly: "It's okay......" Before he finished speaking, the apple in his hand was quickly taken away, as if it would be gone later.

"Thank you!" Wang Zishuai showed a row of white teeth, as well as the apple flesh already contained in the white teeth.

Zhang Jin didn't know what to say, just shook his head.

Wang Zishuai also seemed to realize something, and suddenly blushed a little. Wave your hand and walk to the video hall next to it.

Zhang Jin continued to look down at the book, always feeling that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it for a while.