On Sunday, after washing up and breakfast, Wang Qiao left the classroom with his books.

Zhao Hai is a person who pays attention to faithfulness and has always remembered the entrustment of his old classmate Wang Xiao. Last night, I gave Wang Qiao the address and contact information of the tutor, and agreed to tutor math every Sunday morning. The tutor's home is near the Hongqi factory office, and it takes about ten minutes to walk.

Zhang Shen is a slender math teacher with a pair of glasses, who always has a faint smell of chalk on his body, and he teaches at an unrecognizable school with a very modest attitude. Wang Qiao likes people with a modest attitude, talented but aggressive people like Zhan Kombasu, who he doesn't like or get close to from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Shen poured a cup of boiling water and put it in front of Wang Qiao, and said gently: "Zhao Hai said that you don't have a foundation. Then I'll start with the basics of the high school curriculum, and I don't dare to guarantee the results of the college entrance examination. Mr. Zhan is a very good math teacher in Jingzhou, and to be honest, my teaching level is far inferior to his. ”

Wang Qiao said: "The most suitable teacher is the best, my level is equivalent to a blank piece of paper, Teacher Zhan's lecture is too difficult, not suitable for me." As for the college entrance examination, it is up to the people to succeed, I just want to study hard, and I will not consider success or failure for the time being. ”

Zhang Shen looked curiously at the young man who was so sophisticated and deep that it didn't match his age, and said, "If you have this kind of thought, I'll rest assured, let's start with the most basic knowledge." Teacher Zhan has a nickname called Zhan Compass, your score of only nine points in his hands may not be very good, he is only suitable for teaching in a school where the top students of Jingzhou No. 1 Middle School are concentrated, if he goes to a place like the twelfth middle school, his way will already cause a collective protest from the students. ”

Wang Qiao felt the same way, and said self-deprecatingly: "I have different opinions about his teaching method, but he is a repeater class teacher, and I can't choose." ”

Zhang Shen smiled: "Let's get down to business, it's officially started." ”

The three-hour course was divided into two sessions and ended at twelve o'clock. Wang Qiao's mind was highly concentrated, and he was not aware of the passage of time. After class, Wang Qiao took out two test papers and said, "Teacher Zhang, after listening to today's class, I can get at least two more points right in the first exam, nine points into eleven points, and at least five points right in the second exam." I tried to increase my score by two or three points after listening to each class, and my grades were almost mentioned by the time I took the college entrance examination. ”

After taking a class, Zhang Shen believed that Wang Qiao really did not have any foundation, and his confidence was greatly reduced. But he did not hit Wang Qiao. It hit Wang Qiao's self-confidence, first, it was not conducive to future study, and second, if Wang Qiao did not come again, he would lose a business. Jingzhou No. 12 Middle School is a place where poor students are concentrated, the school has no income-generating projects, and the teachers' salaries are much worse than those of No. 1 Middle School. He couldn't help but encourage: "You have a very good kind of thinking, you accumulate steps and lead thousands of miles, gather small streams to form rivers, understand a problem every time, and become an expert over time." Teacher Zhan has a high level, and will talk about a lot of knowledge points in class, so you should listen carefully to the class and not be wasted. ”

Wang Qiao was immersed in the joy of learning new knowledge, and did not notice the subtle changes in Zhang Shen's language.

Even if he could know Zhang Shen's true thoughts, Wang Qiao would not change his original intention because of other people's opinions. It is a cliché to go your own way and let others say it, but in real life, if you don't have a strong heart, in the face of disturbing comments from outsiders, many people will lose themselves and give up their own path.

Bidding farewell to Zhang Shen, Wang Qiao walked back to No. 1 Middle School along Jingzhou Old Street.

A year ago, Wang Qiao wandered the streets and alleys of Quang Nam countless times for love. Quang Nam is too big and too fond of banknotes, and Wang Qiao is just a passing visitor in that city. At this time, his girlfriend Lu Qi disappeared and disappeared in the world. He also left Quang Nam and stayed in Jingzhou for a long time. I don't know if the two will have a chance to meet, which makes Wang Qiao sigh often.

Compared with Guangnan, the streets of Jingzhou are not too wide, less modern and more old-fashioned, which makes him feel relaxed. In the mood of longing, Wang Qiao walked through the streets of Jingzhou. Ten minutes later, the red flag fluttering high in Jingzhou No. 1 Middle School appeared in front of him.

A group of people suddenly rushed out of the alleyway on the left side of the south bridge.

The person at the front was holding a bamboo broom, and his clothes were torn, like a wild boar surrounded by hunters, and he ran through the gap in the crowd and rushed wildly. They were followed by a group of young men in crotch pants, all with knives, with hideous expressions and shouting.

The fleeing prey was Hong Ping, the hunters were Bao Qiang's sworn brothers, and a large group of idlers watched the excitement behind. Seeing his classmates being beaten, Wang Qiao's adrenaline surged, and he ran quickly towards Nanqiaotou, and when he arrived at Nanqiaotou, both the prey and the hunter turned into a small alleyway, leaving only a group of people watching the excitement.

Wang Qiao stopped a familiar classmate and asked, "What's the matter?" The classmate still had a look of horror on his face, and said: "Hong Ping and I were eating bean curd rice outside, and this group of people rushed in with knives and beat them, we didn't know them at all, and we didn't mess with them." ”

The classmate was beaten, and the companions stood by and watched, Wang Qiao looked down on the classmate in front of him from the bottom of his heart, and said, "In which direction did Hong Ping run?" ”

The classmate was still stunned and said, "I've turned into a small alley." ”

The crowd of onlookers gathered in the alleys to talk and talk, and suddenly the uproar dispersed, and five young men, with their knives on their shoulders, walked through the crowd like heroes in triumph, swaggering towards the old town, where the shops were gathered, occasionally banging on the shop counters or doors with machetes along the way. Jingzhou people naturally like to watch the excitement, and when watching the excitement, they can find pleasure in other people's stories without having to pay for it.

When the group of young people walked away, and when the crowd dispersed, some people complained that the show ended as soon as it began, and it was not too enjoyable.

After the crowd dispersed, he calmed down and told himself: "The main task of the repeater class is to meet the college entrance examination, and it is really not appropriate to make extraneous branches." Messing with these people is as annoying as chewed gum. ”

At this time, the school cafeteria was closed, and Wang Qiao slowly walked towards the alley with the dispersed crowd. There are many restaurants in the streets and alleys of the old city of Nanqiaotou, including large and medium-sized restaurants such as roast chicken, and a large number of small restaurants that deal in Jingzhou local dishes such as bean curd rice, roast white, steamed pork, and pig's trotters, mainly serving the students of Jingzhou No. 1 Middle School.

Wang Qiao found a restaurant that looked quite neat, sat down, looked at the price list posted on the wall, and found that the price of the restaurant was quite high, and said secretly: "The price is high, and there are naturally few customers, no wonder this restaurant is the cleanest." ”

With the attitude of being at ease when you come, Wang Qiao ordered a bean curd, and after a little hesitation, added a soybean stewed pig's trotters. After eating in the school cafeteria for six days, the bird faded out of his mouth. The soybean stewed pig's trotters were stewed in the big pot in front of the store, and the boss scooped out the pale yellow pig's trotters and snow-white soybeans with a big scoop, put them in an earthen bowl, and threw more than a dozen green onions on the noodles, and a strange fragrance suddenly came to the nose. Wang Qiao's saliva was turbulent, and he couldn't wait to put a piece of pig's trotter into his mouth, chewing the soft and glutinous pigskin, the mellow fragrance rolled in the mouth, and the pleasure was transmitted from the lips to the cranial nerves, and the mood became comfortable.

After quickly eliminating the soybean stewed pig's trotters, Wang Qiao felt that there was still a hungry hand desperately stretched out in his mouth, and after making a fierce ideological struggle, he ordered another steamed fat sausage. He looked at the steaming steamed fat sausage on the table, and comforted himself: "Today's make-up class has been rewarding, it took half a day to spend my brain, and eating more fat sausage can make up for the loss of brain cells." ”

Just as he was enjoying eating, Wu Chongbin, Tian Feng, Cai Fitter, Liu Hu, and Yan Lin appeared at the door. Wu Chongbin took the initiative to greet him: "Wang Qiao, you are also here." Wang Qiao kept his chopsticks and said while eating: "Improve the food, the food in the canteen has no taste at all." ”

Yan Lin looked at Wang Qiao's cheeks bulging, and interjected with a smile: "You are wrong, the dishes of the food group are not tasteless, but have a taste of pigsty." ”

Wang Qiao swallowed the fat intestine into his stomach and said, "The big pot dish is like this, of course, it is not as good as a restaurant." "The people present, only Yan Lin and Wang Qiao are in the liberal arts class, Yan Lin's math scores are the first in the exam, Wang Qiao is basically the first from the bottom, the two know each other's names, and today is the first formal dialogue.

There are eight children of the Hongqi Factory who are studying in the repeat class of Jingzhou No. 1 Middle School, but only five of them are originally studying in Jingzhou No. 1 Middle School, which is a small group in the Hongqi Factory group. Today is a tie guy out to improve the food, in the big restaurant is too expensive, after a few times to feel the pressure, to the small restaurant in the alley of Nanqiaotou as the main battlefield to improve the food.

Wu Chongbin walked to Wang Qiao's table, scattered a cigarette, and said, "When we left school, we heard that Hong Ping was cut down, just twenty or thirty minutes ago. ”

Wang Qiao took the cigarette, lit it with a disposable lighter, and said, "I walked to the south bridge, just in time to see Hong Ping fleeing the road, did he go back to school?" Injured or not? ”

Wu Chongbin said: "The skin was traumatized, and a long opening was pulled, which was not too deep. When we came out, he was about to go to the school infirmary to be bandaged. ”

Wang Qiao recalled the scene of miscellaneous skin slashing people, and said, "Was Jingzhou so messy before? How I feel like a scene from a movie. The people around him were completely indistinguishable from wrong, and no one stood up to help the slashed students. ”

Wu Chongbin said: "In the past, it was a little better, over the years, there were always whistling and molesting female students at the gate of Jingzhou No. 1 Middle School, and there were also people who made an appointment to fight outside the back door, but it is rare to blatantly pick up a knife and cut people like today." The No. 1 Middle School itself is not bad, the students are all thinking about going to university, and not many people are mixed with society. In the fifth middle school, many students feel that it is very honorable to mix the rivers and lakes, and after graduation, they don't work, and they immediately become miscellaneous skins, which is not easy to mess with. He looked at the door and said in a low voice: "Hong Ping was cut, it must have something to do with Bao Qiang, and the two had a conflict that night." ”

Wang Qiao came into contact with many underworld figures when he was in the No. 3 Detention Center in Guangnan, and had a deeper understanding of the real underworld, commenting: "The group of people who cut Hongping should have been mixed in society for a while, and they don't have much student flavor, but they are not really underworlds." A few days ago, I saw Bao Qiang eating with a few people who cut people. ”

Wu Chongbin immediately came to his senses and said, "This group of people should all belong to Shi'an Machinery Factory." Xu Rui is also a child of Shi'an Machinery Factory, and he himself does not mix in the underworld, but several people among his relatives and friends follow and call him a mixed society called Brother Hu. He had a good relationship with me, and often talked about things before and after the bankruptcy of the Shi'an factory. ”

Wang Qiao recalled the appearance and temperament of those people, and said, "That group of people does have the temperament of some workers. ”

(Chapter 12)