She showed two shallow dimples and said: "There are also empty words, big words, lies, lies, poisonous words, conservative and stubborn, always self-righteous, love face, and have no public awareness." Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info talking about the head is the way, you can blow out the sun in one breath, and you can govern the country and level the world......"

Yang Zijian couldn't help laughing, this Lan Xue is still young, and he is smart, so he seems to be a little literate, in fact, this kind of national defect, foreigners also have it, the poorer the place, the more it is, but the Chinese people are more serious, and they will never be extinct, these problems written by Bai Yang may not be changed in 10,000 years, especially through the Internet, which has been magnified countless times.

Yang Zijian's tone changed and said: "However, we Chinese hardworking and brave, wise and kind, simple and hospitable......"

Lan Xue rolled her eyes and said, "This is a cliché, but it's also true." ”

Yang Zijian said seriously: "Therefore, we must use the viewpoint of dialectical materialism to look at the national character, and we can't just look at the bad and not be optimistic. Since ancient times, we have had a large number of contradictory life principles, such as: a manly man would rather give in; But it can also be said that a manly man can stretch and bend. For example, the prime minister can hold the boat in his belly, but he can also say that he is not a gentleman if he has revenge. For example, if people don't offend me, I don't offend people; But it can also be said that the first strike is strong, and the second attack suffers. For example, rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest, but they can also say: the building near the water gets the moon first...... There are countless examples of these, and anyway, as long as it is beneficial to you, you can use whichever set of reasoning is used. ”

Lan Xue was right when she heard it, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh lightly.

At this time, Lan Hong came over and said, "What are you talking about?" ”

Is this time to check the class? Yang Zijian felt a little funny, and said with a slight smile: "Talking about Bai Yang's prose, Lan Xue and I have some common language, so we can be regarded as literary friends." ”

Lan Hong's eyes froze, and he turned his head to criticize Lan Xue directly: "Little sister, you are too mixed and clever, so your results are ...... Alas, if you really want to go to a teacher training or music school, just take care and stop reading those nonsense books. ”

Lan Xue was exposed by the elder brother, her perfect image was greatly damaged, she was in an unhappy mood, laughed a few times, and didn't look over her head to watch the camellia.

Yang Zijian felt embarrassed, so he nodded with Lan Hong and walked towards Liu Decheng, who had already bought the train tickets and was walking over to distribute them one by one.

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At seven o'clock in the evening, the Dongfeng 4B passenger locomotive emitted a trace of green smoke, pulling a dark green train, through a piece of low hilly forest, in the roar, in the blink of an eye, the front of the locomotive slowly drove for a long time before stopping.

Yang Zijian and Zhang Hua took the lead in boarding the door and squeezed into the carriage, good luck tonight, because it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were many fewer people taking tickets, there were many vacant seats in this carriage, Yang Hua immediately and Yang Zijian used backpacks, books, notes and other things to help the students occupy empty seats, and then Yang Decheng, Miao Guanghui, Lan Hong, and Lan Xue came up and sat in happily.

This kind of short-distance station ticket, generally no seats, but it is also more than a hundred times better than taking a car, in the early nineties, the asphalt provincial road was rugged, bumpy that called an uncomfortable, and dangerous and easy to get into trouble, even if the Lan family has their own car, they would rather take the train into the city.

This time, Yang Zijian did not feel as unwell as last time, although the smell of the carriage was as uncomfortable, but there were fewer people, and the windows were open again, so he was immediately much more comfortable.

After a few minutes, the train vibrated and moved slowly like a ship from the shore, faster and faster, and the sound of "sonorous" became more and more dull, and then it felt like the train was moving fast.

Yang Zijian sat by the window, when the train crossed the railway bridge and passed between Nantang Town and the hills, he looked at the lights of Nantang Town and thought:

Nantang Ancient Town Tourism, I have laid the foundation, now it depends on what the mayor of Ma Yuanchao does, however, I will continue to add fire, now just in Nanjian City to publish the "hometown series of cultural essays", after a break time, I want to publish the hometown prose and novel "Burning Rhino Strange Talk" in the provincial newspapers and periodicals, especially "Burning Rhino Strange Talk", I have changed the story location, social environment, and legends into the content of Nantang Ancient Town, so that the cultural influence of Nantang can continue to expand.

Half an hour later, the train arrived at Nanjian Railway Station.

When Yang Zijian walked down the platform, the neon lights of the station were blurred, and when he was about to queue up to cut tickets and leave the station, he unexpectedly found seven or eight villagers from the same town sneakily running to the other side of the dark end of the railway, and soon disappeared into the dark iron frame building.

Liu Decheng got out of the car, also glanced at them and said, "Don't pay attention to these people, they are all going to evade tickets." ”

Yang Zijian understood, and sighed: "So, they didn't buy tickets, but if they are checked in the car, won't they be punished twice?" ”

Liu Decheng said: "The investigation is not strict, and there are many of them, they will stand guard on both sides, and if there is a flight attendant checking the ticket, they will immediately hide in the bathroom." ”

Yang Zijian sighed with him, lined up, and after a few minutes, quickly cut the ticket and left from the exit of the waiting room.

The spacious football-like railway station square was brightly lit, and a Volga car drove over, which was sent by Uncle Lan Hong, and after picking up Lan Hong and Lan Xue, he drove away.

"Let's go," Zhang Hua said to everyone, and then asked Yang Zijian with concern, "Zijian, are you okay, you scared us last time, fortunately we didn't have a fever or anything, but it was like being drunk." ”

Yang Zijian followed them to a sidewalk overgrown with French plane trees, jumped a few times and said, "It's okay, thank you last time." ”

The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is bright and bright, and every household in the city is full of laughter.

The early nineties were the best times, the private economy was in the ascendant, and a large number of local state-owned enterprises had not yet been abandoned and closed, but with the deepening of the reform of state-owned enterprises, life would become more and more difficult, and in another five or six years, a catastrophic wave of layoffs would befall this industrial city.

Yang Zijian and three classmates walked back to No. 1 Middle School from the train station, passing by more than a dozen video halls on the way, and the titles of the small blackboard, in addition to the fashionable Hong Kong films, were all written on the back without exception with the words "add a film at ten o'clock in the evening", in fact, it was a love action movie to attract the audience.

Now almost all video halls in Nanjian City are doing this, Hong Kong films are limited after all, but European, American and Japanese love action movies can never get tired of watching, and under vicious competition, some even dare to broadcast during the day.

As a result, almost every Saturday and Sunday night, there is a large group of boys who come back from the wall late at night in the dormitory area of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, and then, including Yang Zijian's 405 dormitory, there is always a strange smell and a large group of guys washing underwear in the morning.

When Yang Zijian returned to Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, it was already ten o'clock, and the fellow villagers in Nantang went back to their respective dormitories, some went to wash clothes, some went to pour boiling water, and some went to take a bath.