The evening breeze was blowing, Zheng Mao paced slowly, looking at the red lights and green of Jiangbei City, and the traffic was bustling. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's all in my memory, what it looked like more than ten years ago.

He was barefoot, and the warmth left by the day on the marble made him feel very down-to-earth and warm. Even though there is a lump on the knee and a little lame when walking, it is very pleasant and comfortable.

The reason was still that Xu Yun couldn't resist it, so he ran to the green square behind and went crazy for a while. Zheng Mao unsurprisingly fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was very concerned about his face and protected it in time.

Otherwise, there is a good chance that you will come to a dog eating poop pose.

Their homes are separated by a square.

On one side, there is the first batch of high-rise buildings built in the entire Bac Giang City, standing by the river. Many people take this as a scenic spot and come to watch and play. In the green square, you can see a lot of people pointing at it.

On one side is the old neighborhood behind the bustling, and the lights of thousands of homes are full of dust.

On both sides, it seems a little clear.

"More than 20 floors, so high," Zheng Mao paused slightly and looked back. The high-rise buildings are sparsely lit, and against the backdrop of the surrounding low-rise buildings, they do look towering.

Holding a skate shoe weighing several pounds in one hand on both sides, Zheng Mao leaned on the lamppost slightly, his eyes were bright.

He laughed suddenly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't have been deeper.

His throat seemed to have reached the critical point of tearing, and he yelled, "Either vulgar or lonely," he deeply engraved an oath in his heart: "I will not be obscure to everyone in the future, even if no one understands and no one understands, but I want to be a god who controls my own destiny!" ”

is obviously a one-meter-five little kid, but he actually gave a few passers-by a wild taste.

The next moment, Zheng Mao couldn't help but bend down urgently.

"Ahem—"

Rubbing his stinging throat, Zheng Mao finally looked at the tall building that stood up, there was a dream there, and a regret was there.

Limping, Zheng Mao resolutely walked towards the way home.

……

Nam Chou Middle School is a private school that is among the best in Bac Giang City. Many parents have sharpened their heads and want to send their children in. Thanks to the household registration allocation, Zheng Mao went to junior high school here.

There is also a boarding house, but his home is not far away, so like Xu Yun, he is a day student.

There are two branches in Nanzhou, the junior high school class name starts with C, and the high school class starts with G. Zheng Mao's class is C177, and he is particularly profound about it, and it is absolutely impossible to forget.

Through the spotless glass, you can see the sparsely populated playground.

Before the morning self-study class, there will be a regular burst of music, which is Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. In the melodious sound of the piano, Zheng Mao encountered a problem, a very simple problem, he didn't know where he was seated.

This is really a very simple and sad thing, and in the course of life, there will always be a lot of inadvertent forgetting......

Some of the faces in the sight are very familiar, some are very unfamiliar, and some are familiar, and only some of them can be vaguely named.

If you want Zheng Mao to give an example of the most memorable person in junior high school, Xu Yun is definitely the first to bear it.

The second is Tang Xin, the female class president of C177, who has a standard student head all the year round, and there is no difference.

Zheng Mao turned his head to look around and saw her, bowing down to write something.

Walking straight to her table slowly, Zheng Mao said slightly hoarsely, "Tang Xin, show me the seating chart." ”

"Oh," she subconsciously responded, she felt that she had never heard this voice, raised her head, saw that it was Zheng Mao, and hurriedly said, "Zheng Mao, what's wrong with your voice?" ”

didn't respond immediately, Zheng Mao looked at her black-rimmed glasses, and many memories came flooding back to his heart.

Tang Xin, this girl is very distinctive, girls develop faster than boys, and she is even worse. It's only about six or seven meters in the first year of junior high school, and for these little boys, it is definitely not an exaggeration to describe them as tall and big.

The point is, she complains badly, and the fight is even worse. After beating someone else, you can still sue.

Many of the bearish boys in the class liked to secretly call her by the vulgar name 'little cow'. After all, people are well developed.

Later, Zheng Mao saw that she was angry, and punched one by one, punching to the flesh, and directly hitting a few people.

Afterwards, I ran to complain.

For this reason, the head teacher called the parents of the boys, gave them a severe reprimand, and reviewed them in front of the whole class.

The two don't have much to do with each other, but under the influence of some of her fierce deeds, Zheng Mao still remembers it vividly.

But a lot of it is also the second and third years of junior high school, and at the moment, Tang Xin, after teaching those boys a lesson, is still quite kind and friendly. For the time being, it's not the female tyrannosaurus that those dropout bastards are afraid of.

Suppressing the chaotic thoughts, Zheng Mao shook his head, took out a box of throat lozenges from his pocket, and said with a slice: "My throat is a little uncomfortable, do you want one?" ”

"Thank you," Tang Xin took out a piece of paper from the blue folder, handed it to Zheng Mao, and said, "I don't eat sugar." ”

"Okay," Zheng Mao took the seating chart and nodded.

The class often rotates between up and down, left and right, and every week, there will be a different person at the table. So Zheng Mao's move does not seem abnormal.

His eyes swept over the A4 paper, and he quickly found the seat that he had changed this week, Zheng Mao turned around, and was about to go directly, but he heard Tang Xin suddenly say: "Zheng Mao, it's only been a weekend, and I found that you have changed a lot." ”

Zheng Mao lowered his head and looked at the blue school uniform on his body, and there was no doubt that he smiled halfway back: "Yes, it should be that I have grown taller." ”

Tang Xin pondered for a moment, and Fang said, "No, you originally looked like a girl." ”

Hearing this, a few students around who were paying attention to this side burst into laughter.

Another female classmate even ridiculed: "Chen Hanliang is a sissy, you are Gonggong Zheng." ”

"Ah, it's a coincidence, you and Chen Hanliang happened to be at the same table this week," Tang Xin added with a smile.

"Uh......"

Zheng Mao touched his nose and said the same.

His family was already a feminist society, and he was affected, and he always spoke softly when he was a child. Although thanks to her appearance, she doesn't look like a sissy, but her demeanor is also a bit childish.

Later, the world changed, and he slowly became masculine.

The title of Zheng Gonggong, in the eyes of Zheng Mao when he was a child, did not have any malice. Almost every more lively student in the class will have someone to send a bandit number, just for fun.

I have to mention here that when Zheng Mao's parents were young, they were definitely handsome men and beautiful women. Zheng Mao has seen photos, you must know that there were only black and white photos in that era, and there was no retouching technology, as long as it was on camera, it showed that he had a good foundation.

Even though his height is not outstanding, and he is still more than a year away from the crazy third year of junior high school, his facial features are still quite outstanding. If it weren't for the weak and introverted temperament since childhood, maybe you could attract some bees and butterflies.

The flag was to be raised on Monday, and Zheng Mao soaked in the sea of memories and quickly finished the formalities.

Until the clock hanging on the wall pointed to 7:57, and the bell for the first class was about to ring in three minutes. Xu Yun, the little butterfly, is just late.

Seeing that she walked to the podium unhurriedly, she seemed to want to look at the seating list. Zheng Mao hurriedly beckoned to her and pointed to the vacant seat in front of him.

Xu Yun realized that he was ahead of Zheng Mao this week, and his face was full of joy in an instant.

"Oops, it's too heavy." Putting down the schoolbag, Xu Yun rubbed his shoulders while sitting: "My bed is too sticky, don't let me get up!" ”

Hearing Xu Yun's blurted out golden sentences, Zheng Mao said: "I waited for you in the square for more than 20 minutes, and I didn't see you, so I came to school first." ”

"I'm sorry!" Xu Yun took out Zheng Mao's homework book from his schoolbag and put it on his desk: "Here, yours." You're in a hurry to turn in your homework, right? ”

"It's okay, the principal of today's flag-raising ceremony has been a lot of ramblings, and the class representative has not handed over the homework to the teacher." Seeing her, Zheng Mao unconsciously put a smile on his face.

"How's it going?"

"It's fine."

"It's so inferior to you that you can even wrestle."

The class bell rang, and there was no one around.

Until the female math teacher pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, looked over, pointed to this side with a teaching ruler, and shouted: "The students over there, all the students are in class, don't talk." Xu Yun, listen carefully! ”

Hearing this, Zheng Mao, a good student, immediately fell silent.

Xu Yun also pursed his lips and did not speak.

When the teacher looked away, Chen Hanliang, who was at the same table, suddenly pushed Zheng Mao's shoulder, word by word, mixed with a little trill, and whispered: "Zheng Mao, lend me your politics and English to copy, it's too late, they all handed in their homework!" ”

is obviously a rough man with dark skin, this natural charming crisp sound, Zheng Mao said that his ears can't accept it.

Even more sissy than he remembered.

My stomach twitched, and I almost laughed out loud.