Although he has experienced many failures, Zhang Tianshi is not a discouraged person, so he delayed the child's basic education under his paranoia, and when he woke up and sent the child to school, it seemed too late, which directly created Zhang Wuji and school education incompatible.

Zhang Tianshi's health was not very good when he was an educated youth, and he was even more tired and sick, and he worked hard to write at night, although he wrote a thick stack of manuscript paper, but a few rural people could understand what was written inside, and he threw it outside and had no news, just piled up at home to entertain himself.

Zhang Tianshi has always believed that he is a good writer, but he did not recognize the general situation of the whole era, and the result of his hard work is harsh rejection again and again, saying that the rejection letter is also stuffed with a drawer, gradually, he deviated from the track of normal people, and fell into a state of half-dementia and half-dementia, and the people around him think that he is crazy because of writing, but it is true, he sometimes does not live in this irritable world, but enters his own world of words.

From this point of view, Zhang Wuji respects his father very much, this kind of power has always been the most powerful motivation in his heart, not crazy or demonic, but his exaggerated performance is in the detection of the game field, and his detection is very superficial, because even ordinary competitive players can't surpass it.

When Daddy said this, his nose was a little sour, and after eating the banana in two bites, he held his beloved wine gourd and said nothing, while the little fat dun fell asleep in the haystack, and while sleeping, he pinched a strange trick.

When I arrived at Xinghua Village, I saw a gray-haired and bearded man standing proudly at the head of the village, holding a bamboo in his hand, looking forward to it, and saw the dad's tractor suddenly smoke into the village, and staggered over.

"Dad......" Zhang Wuji jumped down from the car and directly supported Zhang Tianshi's arm, "Dad, how long have you been waiting?"

"Don't ask me how long I've been waiting, Wuji, how sure are you?" The pair of black eyes made Zhang Wuji's heart furious, and then he saw the exhaustion on his face and the ink on his hands that he didn't have time to wash away, and there was a little sadness, "One hundred, Dad, I'm not in a middle school, no one in another village can go to school, and the only people in this village can go to this village are me and Xiaopang." ”

Zhang Tianchang let out a long breath and said hello to his father, Zhang Wuji pulled down his luggage, supported Zhang Tianshi's arm and slowly walked through the village, "Dad, you are not in good health, don't come out and walk around, it's windy outside." Zhang Tianshi has indeed suffered enough of the wind and sand, and there is always sand running into his eyes, but now, he finds that the wind blows him so warm.

Suddenly, he glanced at the wine gourd behind Zhang Wu's fuselage, although he was a little angry, but he saw that the wine gourd was exquisitely carved, and there was actually a paragraph of text on it that he was familiar with, this kind of text was almost disappearing, this kind of text was called Fengshu.

Fengshu is a kind of mysterious text that circulates among the people, it is said that although this kind of writing comes from the folk Taoist priests, but because the root is not in the cultural palace of Taoism, Zhang Tianshi wrote many papers for the study of this kind of writing, and the reply he got was two words ''.

At this moment, he suddenly saw that Fengshu had even forgotten to blame Zhang Wuji, and grabbed the wine gourd and was ready to pull it over, who knew that this Zhang Wuji put the wine gourd on the waistband of his trousers with a full five rings, and the wine gourd that was pulled over was pulled back by Zhang Wuji, "Dad, this, but my baby, you can leave it to me." ”

"My son, do you know the words on it? Let me tell you, this is a mysterious text, even your father I only recognize no more than twenty words, tell me, where did this wine gourd come from?"

"Picked up from the thrift market. ”

"Tao?" the old man was confused, how many people could know these strange terms in 2002, "is the meaning of buying." ”

Zhang Tianshi secretly said that the world is changing too fast, that is, these young children can spit out strange words that are not literary and not vernacular, such as Wang Hu of the family next door, who went out to work for a few years and came back, opened his mouth and closed his mouth to bewitch the boy, what kind of grass and mud horses......

The old man thought about it and had no grace to grab it with his son so much, so he retracted his hand and said in a righteous manner, "This wine gourd has research value, you must provide it when I want to use it, quickly, go back and eat the glutinous rice chicken that your mother steamed for you." ”

As soon as he heard that there was glutinous rice chicken eating, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but swallow several mouthfuls of saliva.

When he ran all the way in, he was so frightened that his old hen flew to a small tree, "Mom, Mom, I'm back." ”

An old woman with a weathered face quickly rushed out of the door, and pulled Zhang Wuji in her arms, "Son, have you been hungry all the way?"

Only home is the warmest thing to feel, at this moment the family is sitting on the table eating fragrant glutinous rice chicken, suddenly the chai door opened, flashed in a young man with red and green head, it was Wang Hu, he stared at the glutinous rice chicken while talking to Zhang Wuji.

"Brother Wuji, you have returned from your studies, and it is no problem to come to the first middle school. Zhang Wuji finally mustered up the courage to say, "If I don't hit, who wins." ”

"Haha, Uncle Zhang, really well-cultivated, I think with Uncle Zhang's teachings, how can I not enter the first middle school, this is a great thing......"

"Huzi, have you eaten it?" said Long Guihua coldly.

"I just came back from the field, and as soon as I came back, I heard that Wuji was back, so I hurriedly ran over to ask about the situation, Wuji brothers, the new society must be an ambitious person, a cultured person, so that we can gain a foothold in society...... Don't be like your tiger brother, now your intestines are all repentant. ”

Long Guihua directly put down a pair of chopsticks in front of Wang Hu, "Sit down and eat together." Wang Hu sat down politely at first, and the appearance behind him became more and more unbearable to scold, Zhang Tianshi flicked his sleeves and went to the study, one was eaten, and Long Guihua was afraid that Zhang Wuji would not be full, so he brought out the other.

This Wang Hu did not see the slightest restraint, while eating and spitting on the ground, Wang Hu loves to spit This is a bad disease formed when he was a child, and now he has not repented at all, it is said that working outside because of this habit was beaten by the city people for fifteen days, and it is really pitiful to think about.

Gluttony is not a crime, and as soon as this guy chatted with Zhang Wuji about the game, the two of them were even more sympathetic, and even Long Guihua retreated to another room to watch TV, and the two talked a lot about game skills and strategies, and soon the little fat man also came, holding a big fat roast duck in his hand.

As soon as I entered the door and saw Wang Hu, I pulled Wang Hu's ears, "Wang Hu, come to rub white food again!" Wuji, now, haha, let's say goodbye to this suffocating and boring junior high school life, no wine, we will drink tea, this is my own big fat goose, for this exam, my mother roasted for a whole afternoon. ”

Eating in the room again for fear of noisy old man, the three of them quietly brought food and chopsticks to the quiet river at the entrance of the village, Wang Hu pondered for a long time and finally said, "You wait, you have to wait for me......" After speaking, he ran away, probably eating too much, and ran to eat again.