In terms of study, I will say later, with my previous memory, there is no problem with a slight improvement in the entrance examination for a key undergraduate, and it will definitely make up for the regret of only relying on the adult college entrance examination to go to college last time.

Now that I have more than a month to go to school, I should think about how to make a fortune. Buy a football lottery, it won't be issued until many years later, not now.

Doing real estate, no, no capital, time is far from coming.

"Red Army, come out and play!" Zhu Yang's loud voice came from outside the door.

My name is Chen Hongjun, there is no way, I was born in that turbulent red era, and my name is relatively revolutionary.

Zhu Yang is one of my best friends, one year older than me, he is playful and does not like to read, he was idle at home just after finishing junior high school last year, and sometimes did odd jobs. His hometown is Shanghai, his parents are old and have children, and his mother died young. His father is retiring, and he will be able to take his father's class at the age of 18 next year. This guy is tall and big, more than 1.8 meters tall, playing basketball and rushing like a tank, he is the center and I am the guard, and we cooperate closely.

I opened the door and watched him take a basketball, "The sun is so big, you still play, aren't you afraid of becoming jerky?" ”

"So where are ---, going?" He scratched his head.

I thought for a moment and said, "Go to the Red Factory, you put the ball home first." ”

"Good!" He turned and went back.

Don't look at Zhu Yang who looks fiercer than me, but he generally listens to me, I have good grades, many ideas, from childhood to adulthood, no matter what he plays, he and I will win more and lose less.

The Red Factory is an abandoned red brick factory, which was originally a large mansion, which was destroyed in the war, and after the liberation, it simply built a shed and became a brick factory, which later became our 'battlefield'. We often 'fight', which is a game in which people are divided into two sides and start from both sides, and when two opposing people meet, whoever shouts the opponent's name first wins and the opponent is out.

We came to the Red Factory and came in through the back door, and sure enough, someone had already played open, Wang Jian, Wang Qiang, Li Xin, Li Jian, Zhang Wen, Zhang Wu, Liu Xiaohui, Li Xiaohong, Li Xiaobin, Zhao Na, Ouyang Li were all there, and we were the audience first.

When I inadvertently swept my gaze over the two stone piers outside the front gate, I couldn't help but feel my heart boiling. In 1994, the red brick factory was demolished and rebuilt into a new building, a clay pot containing gold bars was found under the two stone piers, which was looted by the people present at the time, most of them were migrant workers, when the police came, the parties had already dispersed, leaving only to watch the lively and two broken jars, some people said that each jar had 10 gold bars, some people said that there were more than 10, and finally it was gone. And now it's 1988, and I have to take them out in advance without anyone else knowing, and my heart can't help but be tightened.

"Red Army, are you coming to play?" Little Red came up to me, she was my neighbor who was a year younger than me.

"Oh, this game is over, you continue to play, pull Zhu Yang in, re-divide the team, and I will be the referee!"

"Okay!" Little Red is a little lost.

"That's the balance, otherwise Brother Red Army will always win which team and team you are." Ouyang Li smiled, she is 3 years younger than me, and she lives upstairs from me.

"What brother, it's not your brother, why are you so affectionate?" Xiaohong choked.

"You ---" Ouyang Li bit the corner of her lip.

"Alright, let's start squadrangling." I was busy in front of the round.

"Oh----, start the team!" Everyone shouted.

I don't know when these two children began to like to lift the pole, Ouyang Li looks better than Xiaohong, with white skin and egg-shaped face, although she is two years younger, her height is the same as Xiaohong, it may be that her parents' genes are too good, and Xiaohong's face is slightly dark, she should be more jealous of Ouyang Li, this little daughter's mentality, I still know very well.;