"Don't, what about the iron, I've saved up a few school bags."

Chen Zijian was obviously very anxious in his heart, grabbed Yang Wei's school uniform and shook it, and his tone was hurried, "If you don't sell Wang Kai again, his family will have to find a school, and I haven't brought my schoolbag home for a few days!" ”

"Okay, okay, I think about it, the last time, after washing the hands of the golden basin, we won't do this anymore, okay?" Yang Wei was stunned by Astro Boy, and had no choice but to agree.

"Why, I think it's good to find some iron to sell and play games." Chen Zijian still took it for granted, as if the truth was in his hands.

"Where to find it, is that the iron you smelted, I think it was a shipwreck on the high seas, come on, listen to me, people can still be called a blacksmith when they strike iron, what kind of pride are you proud of stealing iron, you said that you don't learn well, how long will it take to come back, good don't learn bad learning." Yang Wei has a good nature, and he can't see children learning badly.

"I learned from you!" Chen Zijian can't change his natural appearance.

"Me!" Yang Wei's righteous and tall expression immediately froze when he heard the sound, and he impatiently pushed Astro Boy and said: "Don't make excuses, if you want to go back to your old business and go back to your Thailand to steal gold in a few years, don't worry about our socialist motherland, okay?" ”

"Well, okay... That's okay, but that's old and sunk......" Chen Zijian thought for a while, and suddenly nodded heavily, admiring Yang Wei's thoughts, and didn't know what to think about with a sad face.

"Uh, it's fine!" Yang Wei had a crazy expression on his face, he was really convinced, and waved his little hand, "Go back and report to you for an excavator class, and no matter how heavy the Bodhisattva is, he will also give Ya Qi away, do you think it's okay?" ”

"What is the chicken digging class, and where do I go to school?" Chen Zijian asked with a strong desire for knowledge, and seemed to be very eager to master the Bodhisattva's skills.

"Hey, this is easy to do, I want to ask which excavator technology is stronger... Go to... Get lost... Fuck off, I'm all mad at you, honestly go back to class, get out of school at noon, etc. Yang Wei looked devastated, quickly shook off Astro Boy, who always took people into the ditch around him, and returned to the classroom in a dejected state.

Chen Zijian was very innocent, and he didn't know where he learned the Bodhisattva technique, so he went back to work with a gloomy expression.

After school at noon, a team of bear children is very disciplined, and the team is formed before leaving the copy one by one, there are teachers on duty outside the school gate, except for a few big children, no one dares to buy snacks on the stall, swallowing and foaming neatly from the food is getting farther and farther away.

At the corner of the aisle of an old house in the alley, one or two sneaky figures arrived one after another.

In the shadow behind the room, Yang Wei put his hands in his pockets, his face was calm and clear, his expression was calm, and there was no tension at all in the connection of the underground gang, which made several children around him with obscene faces very admired, and they were infected by the gang leader, and they calmed down one by one, but they still looked around from time to time, as if they were waiting for someone.

After a while, heavy footsteps came from far and near, and soon the corner of the room turned to a stout doll in the shape of a coolie.

A square-faced child who usually doesn't even know how to serve a bowl of rice by himself, his forehead is sweating in the big autumn, his small body bones are panting from the pressure of a bulging schoolbag iron on his back, and he is the last to arrive hunched back.

"Wang Kai, I'm waiting for you." A round-faced child next to Astro Boy, Zhu Chang, nicknamed the pig's large intestine, looked excited, and very enthusiastically helped Wang Kai unload the schoolbag on his back and put it on the ground with the schoolbag belt.

There are already four schoolbags on the ground, which is nothing, to Yang Wei's surprise, these boys don't know where to get a fertilizer bag, bulging appearance, and I don't know how to carry it, the corner of the woven bag has been worn out by the sharp bulge inside, revealing a few rusty threaded pipes.

"Yang Wei, inspect the goods." As soon as Wang Kai took a breath, he came to a serious sentence.

Yang Wei heard a chill when he heard this, as for the inspection of the goods, the broken iron for a few cents a pound is like selling white noodles.

Helpless, in view of this group of cute and collapsed overseas Chinese gangs, they really don't understand the national situation, they always do some strange things, and they are afraid that they will be caught with any cables, so he can only check it in person, bend down and open the schoolbag to see one by one.

"Rusty iron pipes, okay."

"Hey, this scale can still be used, where did such a big one come from, and it fell when I carried it."

"Hmm,... Triangular iron. ”

"Alas, it's called a spittoon, it's not iron, and no one takes it... Hey... Why does it look so familiar? Yang Wei took out a white-red enamel spittoon from the woven bag, stared at the swimming fish pattern on it and looked back and forth, and the more he looked at it, the more suspicious he became.

"There are several in the room, I'll take one." Astro Boy replied as a matter of course.

"Which... Which room? Yang Wei was hopeless and asked weakly.

"Teacher's office, where else?"

Chen Zijian looked like you don't make a fuss, "The day before yesterday, the teacher didn't notify me of school until the bell rang, and you weren't at school, how do I know what this thing is, it's weird and good-looking, I thought it was worth it, I knew I wouldn't take it, and I hid it for two days." ”

"That's... What's that, it's okay, I'm just asking. Yang Wei had a constipated expression on his face, threw the spittoon aside, and secretly said that for the last time anyway, I won't participate in the sale of stolen goods by your stupid gangs.

"Throw away the bicycle chains, don't sell those bells, I don't dare to ask where they came from."

"Copper locks? Where did the copper lock come from... Forget it, I won't ask. ”

"This thing, kind of... Gas canisters? ”

Yang Wei flipped through the inspection for a long time, and was very stunned to find a small gas tank from his schoolbag, and asked Wang Kai beside him puzzled, "Kaizi, where did you get this thing?" ”

"I don't know, large intestine, where did this come from?" Wang Kai was also very surprised that a gas canister would appear in his schoolbag, and immediately transferred the problem.

Zhu Chang tilted his head and glanced at the small gas canister, mung bean's small eyes narrowed, and replied indifferently: "When I was about to leave the school, I saw that the old man was not there, so I went into the communication room and brought it out, it's iron, can I sell it?" ”

"Hero, you stopped asking me." Yang Wei was speechless when he heard this, scratched the watermelon head fiercely, exhaled and said, "I know that the old man can't cook noodles anymore when he is hungry." ”

As he spoke, he picked up a small gas canister and shook it, surprised, "It's still gasy, someone else's scrap yard collected something from us and blew it up in someone's shop." ”

"Will it blow up?" Several crouching little bodies leaned back at the same time, and one of the monkey-faced children asked a horrified question.

"I'll die laughing at my peers." Yang Wei clapped his little hands and stood up, kicking the bag, "Take it, it costs so much to sell eight cents, it's not enough to wash the schoolbag, don't look for a home if you lack money, don't even let go of the spittoon, it's really a thief, I'm sick in a few days, and my brothers will pull me into the gang if they do these again......"

A few children on the field didn't care what Yang Wei thought, threw everything that couldn't be sold everywhere, and happily cleaned it up.

After a while, Yang Weiwei swaggered in front of the road, followed by five excited backpackers, six of whom were not short of money, but lacked virtue, and strode on the road to fortune under the bright sun, walking towards a place they would never admit to becoming.

Central Conservatory of Music.

West City, South Street outside Fuxing Gate.

At the end of the 80s, there were not so many piano shops and underground practice rooms in this area, only a few small shops and bookstores selling popular pianos, but there were more restaurants, and some work-study students would post their information nearby on the corner of the street, and students who were familiar with the piano store would also leave their contact information.

After all, it is an art college, and most of the people who study this are not far behind, but they will not be like ordinary colleges and universities seeking work-study students, personally playing signs to the street to work, and like the masons who go to the city to do odd jobs, erect boards of tutoring materials on the roadside, and squat on the roadside to wait for rabbits.

However, there are exceptions, in front of the Tianyun Piano Store on the street, there is a girl with a shrunken neck, wearing a turtleneck sweater and a pair of white-washed jeans, hesitating to know whether to enter the store and disturb.

Tan Xiaoya has never tutored children, and she doesn't know what to do with tutors, but she just hearsays about the experience taught by some classmates.

After all, the little girl was thin-skinned, and she didn't tell her roommates when she came out to work-study, so she thought of leaving her contact information at the piano store and leaving, but she couldn't take a step when she arrived at the place.

"Little girl, come in!" An elegant middle-aged man pushed open the half-hidden door of the piano shop, with a smile on his face, and waved at Tan Xiaoya.

"Huh." Tan Xiaoya's face flushed, she agreed embarrassedly, and walked towards the main gate of the piano store with her head down.

"Students in the courtyard, see you have been walking at the door for a long time, come in and sit on a cold day, and drink a cup of hot water." The elegant middle-aged man greeted Tan Xiaoya with a smile and let the little girl into the store.

"Thank you, uncle!" Tan Xiaoya relaxed when she entered the store, and thanked her generously.

"Yo, do you see the folds on my face?" The elegant middle-aged laughed, "This generation has risen, and the years are not forgiving." ”

"Boss, you're young." Tan Xiaoya was joking, her body and mind relaxed, and she looked back and forth at the small piano shop.

There were three pianos, a coffee table, a row and a half sofa chairs, a cello against the wall, three small violins of different colors next to it, and a variety of guitars fixed in the wooden lattice on the wall.

"I'll show people the idlers in the store, Song Wan, and the Liangshan hero Yunli King Kong has the same name, according to the rules of the hero, call Brother Song." Song Wan replied with a smile, poured some water with a thermos and shook the teacup, walked to the door and splashed the water, came back and poured half a cup, and handed it to Tan Xiaoya.

Tan Xiaoya took the teacup, the thick porcelain isolated the heat, and it was not hot, so she simply held it in her hand like a hand warmer, and smiled sweetly at Song Wantian: "Thank you, Brother Song, my name is Tan Xiaoya." ”

"Hello Xiaoya, when we met for the first time, I didn't have a glass of water and wine, in order to apologize, what can Brother Song do for you?" Song Wan spoke slowly, his voice was calm, and he didn't put pressure on the little girl at all.