In high school, the most frequently circulated book in the class was a book called "The Merry Policewoman" in addition to "Triple Gate". Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe author of the previous book is called Han Han, and the author of the latter book is called Huang Han. Huang Han writes the Yellow Book, which seems to be a good match, but most of the authors use pen names.

The history teacher's surname was Zhu, and he was squinting and wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Teacher Zhu cherishes students very much, especially female students, and often takes the initiative to lie in front of their desks in the summer to teach them the key points of revision, so that the little girls protect their breasts with their hands.

His love for boys is manifested in the fact that as soon as he finds someone watching "Merry Policewoman" or something like "The Merry Policeman" below, he must angrily educate us and then confiscate the book. If we were looking at "The Triple Gate", he would only educate and not confiscate the books.

Yu Yue told me that once when he went to the office, he inadvertently saw that Mr. Zhu was holding "The Merry Policewoman" and watching it with relish, and his saliva was flowing out and dripping on the pages of the book.

Yu Yue told me again, your classmates are too tasteless, and they are still watching "Merry Policewoman", which was Lao Tzu's pillow reading in elementary school.

Yu Yue also told me that he had tasted wild meat from all over the country before he was 15 years old, and he could tell where a woman's skin was like clotted fat and where a woman's teeth were like a rhinoceros. It's like an interstellar **, and the girls from the seven continents and four oceans have ridden.

I looked at the sky with disdain, listening to his vulgar and ** experience, and couldn't tell which of his words was the truth and which was the truth. It's as if there's a machine in front of me, bragging about it 24 hours a day.

This guy is handsome, shamelessly boasting that he is better than Pan An, plus he can be literate and martial, and he often causes girls to scream on the basketball court. He didn't waste his own resources, and as soon as he entered high school, he began to pick up girls like crazy.

He's crazy, cult, precocious, a 24k pure gold monster, full of **, and often catches me and tells me about him fooling around with girls, and he doesn't miss the details.

He pointed to the group of beautiful women in the cheerleading group and said that this world was born to be a hunting ground, and the bison wanted to run faster than the fastest lion, and the lion thought that he could run faster than the slowest bison. Some people are born lions to hunt, and some people are born bison and can only eat grass.

He said he was a lion and I was a bison. But I told him, if you still want to be a lion, pull it down, at most it's awesome.

I didn't like being around him, and I didn't like his romantic stories. But I am also a member of the basketball team, and I have to be together every day for training, this person is like an immortal plague god, and I am like a shadow.

Once the two of us were on the basketball court at the same time, the onlookers crowded into female alumni.

Human nature is roughly similar, and it is true to say that men's appearance associations are true, but an unfair society makes men more open in expressing their opinions, and women will pretend to be duplicitous. Therefore, Liang Shiqiu's ** old man said frankly: "If the theory of reincarnation is true, he will still be reincarnated as a human in the next life, and few men are willing to be women in the next life." ”

I'm cold and sharp on the pitch, I like to assist, and I can pass straight through the heart of the enemy.

Yu Yue and I belong to two poles, he prefers the offensive type, and only the basket is in his eyes. After every beautiful goal, he would flatter the on the sidelines, provoking their hormones.

I didn't give a damn about it and yelled at him, ** concentration is not okay. He said in a ruffian manner, there is no way to be charming.

We sat on the lawn after a training session, and when he was shocked to learn that I was still a virgin, he said that there was a beautiful woman in the next class who was interested in me and that he could arrange it for me.

I said, "No, I'm not the same person as you." Why did your parents make you like this? ”

"Men all belong to the same category, don't say you haven't masturbated at Teacher Cang."

"Do you know why God created man? Because human beings are different from animals, human beings have reason, responsibility and responsibility. ”

He said with a hippie smile, "God? Your god is so awesome, how can you hang something as important as a man's balls outside? ”

"I don't have anything to do with you, my brother's first time is to dedicate the ...... to the woman I love on the night of my wedding."

Before I finished speaking, he pulled a handful of grass and put it on my head: "Ouch, innocent little virgin, everyone come and see the freshly baked innocent little virgin!" ”

As soon as the passers-by heard Yu Yue's shout, they all turned their eyes to us, and I hurriedly pressed him down on the grass and pulled a handful of grass and stuffed it in his mouth.

In the two years of high school, the classrooms, lawns, and canteens of Yuanwei Middle School have left Yu Yue's youth and body fluids. In his junior year of high school, he suddenly disappeared as if he had been abducted by aliens.

After playing that day, he said he wouldn't be coming tomorrow and wanted to travel around the world with a bag.

He said: "This school is just a dung pit, and we are a bunch of maggots, twisting and twisting, arching and arching, and the maggots will not become bees in the end, and the skin will be a swarm of buzzing and annoying flies." ”

"Flies can at least flutter their wings and fly." I don't want to refute his point of view, although he likes to go to extremes and is full of angry thoughts, but his words can often poke at the essence of things, and he can understand the essence of things in a few words.

He is very proud of this, boasting that he talks like the G-spot of looking for a girl, which is called a quasi.

"Flies fly happily, and in the end when you're hungry, you eat shit, and there's no use for birds' eggs, or you can travel the world with me, be an eagle, don't fucking be a fly here with these nerds and sexual impotence."

I shook my head at him and said, "The wings are not hard, this eagle really can't do it, and it will fall to death after two flutters." ”

He patted me on the shoulder and said with great disdain, "You kid can't do it." ”

At the time, I thought he was completely insane, but he really didn't come to training the next day.

He didn't show up once until before my college entrance examination, and I didn't see him again for a long time. I used to think that this man was too illusory, that he was fake, that he only existed in my personal memory.

More than ten years later, I met him in front of a dilapidated and crowded bookstore, his whole body was drenched by the rain, and the water from his hair ran down his cheeks.

At that time, he had an S-shaped scar on the left side of his face, and he said that he was bitten by his girlfriend, how do I think I didn't want to be bitten by a woman, so I asked him to find another girlfriend to bite out a B-shape on the right side of his face. He's silly.

Without Yu Yue's awesome machine, I instantly realized that something was missing from my high school life.

As the only national model high school in the county, Yuanwei Middle School has become a ladder for many people to climb to university. How many people cut the sharp skull and drill into it, but countless defeats are lost every year.

Xueba Lu Zehuan is the first in the grade in the annual examination, and it is definitely no problem to enter the experimental class. He is really a student who has no electricity, once we took the math test, and when we came out of the classroom to answer the answers, Lu Zehuan shouted: Oh no, the two big questions on the last page were missing. As a result, this guy's math score is still the first in the whole grade.

Geng Hao and I hovered in the top five of the class, and we were admitted to Yuanwei Middle School.

Yin Deji is more different, he is indifferent to fame and fortune in his studies, he often plugs in headphones to sleep when he listens to lectures, and he naturally can't control the strength of his fart when he listens to the headphones, and the fart is so earth-shattering that those in the back row must wear masks to listen to the class.

Sometimes the farts shake the floor, and the teacher is nervous when he lectures, fearing that the fart will cause earthquakes and landslides.

He didn't need the ladder of Yuanwei Middle School to go to BJ, and after studying in vocational high school for two years, he didn't get the completion certificate of the chef major, so he was directly brought to BJ by his uncle to start a business.

In the third year of high school, we looked at the photos of Yin Deji's QQ space and lived like a year, one day was Beihai, one day was the Temple of Heaven, one day was the Great Wall, one day was Sanlitun, and these two stupid V-shaped gestures envy us.

Geng Hao and I chose liberal arts and became classmates; Lu Zejun chose science, and he could only see him at lunch every day.

At the beginning of the first year of high school, I sat with Geng Hao, and there were two girls in the front row.

One is named Liu Rumei, the name is quite poetic, just listen to the name and close your eyes and think, the picture of Lin Daiyu and Qin Keqing will appear in your mind, but when you see a real person, you will think of Sister Feng, that's not bad.

My parents gave this girl this name back then, wanting her to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and bought her a lot of Tang poems and Song lyrics, but in less than a day, she folded them into paper airplanes and flew downstairs, which made the aunt who picked up the rags downstairs happy for two months.

Up to now, I don't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Her name is a special goddess, but she is a gentleman. Tall, with short hair, he looks quite standard, but his personality is pure and man.

She has a special hobby, likes to wrench with boys, likes military, likes to play CS, and buys a lot of military magazines and weapon models to put in a drawer.

When he speaks, he raises his voice so loudly that the Eskimos of the Arctic Circle can hear it. The laughter is very low, once Geng Hao had a cold and was not in good spirits, I said that after class, I would buy him a bottle of women's inflammation for treatment.

I don't know where the joke is, but it made her laugh for two days, and she almost laughed, so the teacher had to ask her to come back after laughing.

Later, we all affectionately called her Brother Mei.

Every time Brother Mei appeared, like Sister Feng, he didn't see him, he only heard his voice. Except for Geng Hao, she can get acquainted with anyone naturally, and she chats happily, but she can't get excited in front of Geng Hao, Geng Haosheng is a spell that she can't break in this life.

Brother Mei's parents sell cold noodles in front of the school. Her family's ancestral cold noodles taste rich and spicy, red oil poured on the bottom, green onion pavement, sesame oil and sesame oil five-spice powder are all indispensable, with SC fresh red pepper powder, the taste is miserable.

We ate with our tongues pulled every time, for fear of accidentally swallowing our tongues. His parents knew that we were classmates, and the ingredients they gave were so fierce that they couldn't feel the presence of their mouths after eating.

We often asked her parents about the recipe for this cold noodle condiment, and her parents said seriously that this is a family heirloom and cannot be passed on, and even their own daughter Mei Ge does not know.

I asked you if this is to pass on the male or not the female, they said that when Brother Mei can be on his own, he will naturally pass on this craft to her.

Another girl is named Fu Wenxin, a member of the study committee in the class. The family is a local red-top businessman, and his grandfather was a county magistrate, and the family is in excellent condition.

Just like the female number one in all idol dramas, she is pretty, has a good figure, has good grades, is polite, can play the piano, and can lead her grandmother across the road. Fu Wenxin naturally became the target of countless men's business prostitution.

The first time I met her, her smart eyes attracted me, I looked at her affectionately, she looked at me too, we looked at each other affectionately and were willing to grow old until she tripped on the leg of the desk and accidentally fell, I shouted "be careful", instinctively rushed over to catch him, and then we hugged each other, eyes discharged, mouth to mouth.

The bloody drama of the above situation is no longer played, so naturally it will not happen to us.

The reality was so indifferent that she walked into the classroom so lightly that I didn't notice her, and it was a week before we spoke our first words. My pen dropped in the front and she picked it up for me, I said "thank you" and she said "no".

Geng Hao and I are closest to her, and the building near the water is the first to get the moon. Three years of high school, who did not get the month. Except for the smell of her hair, there was nothing in that crowded and noisy classroom that I cherished.

More than a decade later, I saw the truth and her amazement, but it was too late to change the word.

With a deeper understanding, she is not the same as the female number one in brain-dead dramas, she loves to read idle books, loves Western literature, loves movies, loves basketball, loves smiles, loves spicy food, and loves to play a little temper. There is also a strange fetish for loving a person in the rain.

Brother Mei often said in front of us: "Wenxin is my goddess, don't rob me of you stinky men." ”

made Fu Wenxin laugh.

Geng Hao and I don't talk much, and the tacit understanding between us has been cultivated since childhood, and sometimes we don't need to speak to know what the other party wants to express.

I admire his artistic attainments, he is not a stereotype, he can add a lot of postmodern and Chinese elements to traditional oil paintings, and he won the national junior painter award in high school. It's just that the school "keeps his head without a whip" and can't tolerate his long hair, so he cut off his hair as soon as he entered school.

He admired my writing talent because I started publishing articles in newspapers at a very young age, and every time I had a composition class, my essay would be read aloud in class.

Geng Hao once said to me: "I've always been afraid that you will surpass me too much, and I'm worried that I won't even be able to see your back in the future." "So, he has to paint hard.

I said: "Haozi, you think too much, the four of us are divided into who is in front and who is behind, is it that if I fall behind in the future, you will be wiped out and trampled me under my feet." ”

He sneered and didn't speak.

During that time, Comrade Geng Hao, a great painter who painted with blood, was particularly diligent, painting a picture almost every day, let us comment.

Brother Mei praised and praised, and admired Geng Hao so much that he called him brother.

Fu Wenxin didn't give Geng Hao face every time, where the ink was too heavy, where the pen was too ink, and where the light and shadow were not handled correctly, they all pointed out one by one.

Whenever this happens, Geng Hao, who doesn't like to laugh, is full of joy and can't help himself.

When I reached the age of the beginning of love, I once accidentally saw a pile of paper in Geng Hao's drawer, I opened it curiously, all of which were drawn of a girl with long hair fluttering, all kinds of facial expressions, indifferent with a little cute and playful, who is this person not Fu Wenxin?