On the second floor, in front of the writing desk, Yang Chen, who had just witnessed a heart-wrenching scene, swayed freely with the brush in his hand, and every time his mood fluctuated too much, he wrote the brush words calmly, and the smooth handwriting written on the yellowed papyrus was not a gorgeous poem full of pride and ambition, and the dog that bit people did not bark, and similarly, a really ambitious man was good at hiding his heart.

The handwriting on the papyrus paper is quite hot.

Yang Chen has been writing brush words for eight years, and he has not yet been familiar with the age of fountain pen words, as long as he is not stupid, he has been doing one thing for eight years, and it is difficult to make perfect if he wants to be unfamiliar, not to mention Yang Chen, who has a good brain, writes a large sheet unhurriedly, puts down the pen, and silently appreciates his own words.

Not to revel in it.

He looks for shortcomings and shortcomings.

Seventeen-year-old children develop this habit, which is precious and terrifying!

"Chenchen, your classmate is here." Downstairs came his mother's voice, Yang Chen answered, slowly crumpled his "Mobao" into a paper ball and threw it into the wastepaper basket, the things written out with a heavy heart were far from the standard of his collection, and the stairs sounded footsteps, he knew who was coming.

Xiaoyu, Yu Xiaobin.

Xiaoyu went upstairs with his front feet, Yang Chen's mother Zhang Lan brought up a plate of cut watermelon with his back feet, beckoned Xiaoyu to eat watermelon, Xiaoyu even said thank you Auntie, and waited for Zhang Lan to go downstairs, Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the bed and bent down to eat watermelon, alone with his old classmates, the cautious and shy teenager in the school was still able to let go, and asked while eating: "Yang Chen, didn't you get any trouble that day?" ”

"What's the trouble, how many years have we been classmates, you still don't know me?" Yang Chen stared at Xiao Yu's slightly guilty face and smiled easily.

"Well, you're much better than me." Xiao Yu nodded thoughtfully, revealing a slightly self-deprecating wry smile.

"What is strong, with your ability to reach a middle school, you must still be a sweet and sweet in the eyes of the teacher, a good seedling for the entrance examination of a famous university, I am a little bit of Taoism, and after three years, I will be the key to Amitabha Buddha in the province." Yang Chen smiled and explained a fact, Xiao Yu shook his head slightly, and seemed to be more looking forward to Fa Xiao's future.

When Yang Chen asked Xiaoyu which university he would target in three years, Xiaoyu put down the cleanly gnawed melon skin, smiled lightly, and replied, "Peking University." ”

North.

At present, countless little children think of the unattainable temple of God.

It is no exaggeration to say that the emergence of this university has changed the direction of the wheel of China's modern history.

No matter how cynical Yang Chen was, he couldn't help but be in awe after listening to Xiao Yu's answer, after all, he was still a student who focused on his studies.

"Xiaoyu, I'm optimistic about you, you will definitely do it."

Yang Chen patted Xiao Yu on the shoulder, sincerely wishing his buddies who have played since childhood, and Xiao Yu recalled the sneering scene of his cousins and cousins when they learned that he took Peking University as his goal, and then looked at Yang Chen, who was showing his true feelings at this moment, he was extremely moved, this is called a brother!

An hour later, Xiao Yu walked out of the Yang family's restaurant, stopped on the side of the road, slowly turned around and looked back at the window on the second floor, his emaciated face under the slanting sun was particularly resolute, and murmured: "Death for a confidant." ”

The last glorious afterglow of the setting sun faded away, and the night grew thicker.

Yang Chenying's slender figure appeared in the most lively place in the old city at night, the Cultural Square, as the saying goes, a handsome man covers a hundred ugliness, this guy's body and face like Takeshi Kaneshiro are easy to make the Huaichun girl ignore his cheap clothes, based on the edge of the square to attract people's attention, just sent away Xiaoyu in the afternoon, sent a small phone call to the landline of the restaurant, and made an appointment to come to the food stalls in the Cultural Square in the evening.

Next to the street lamp, Yang Chen habitually inserted his hands into his trouser pockets, looked around the hustle and bustle of the square indifferently, and his eyes happened to meet five or six teenagers eating barbecue not far away, I don't know if these people were jealous of Yang Chen's Yushu Linfeng, or secretly hated the female companion with heavy makeup next to him to look at Yang Chen a few times, among them, it seemed that several of them were the core of the yellow-haired young man who looked non-mainstream to manipulate the empty beer bottle on the table, smashed it at Yang Chen's feet, and the wine bottle burst, making the people around him stunned.

"What about your mother?" The yellow-haired young man's hand pointed at Yang Chen unscrupulously.

Yang Chen glanced at the glass slag at his feet without being surprised, and then looked at the yellow-haired young man with his teeth and claws, frowning slightly, no squeak, these years, like the yellow-haired young man, he has encountered too much, stepped on too much, and has long been tired of it.

I don't want to do anything, but I want to do something.

Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked around at the five young people who were coaxing, and his expression did not move.

"Damn, still pretending?!" The yellow-haired young man with crooked shoulders and squinted eyes regarded Yang Chen's calmness as a fork that did not know whether he was alive or dead, his voice did not fall, the roar of the high-horsepower engine of the 400 locomotive came from far and near, more than a dozen large-displacement locomotives left the road in front of the square, and rushed into the square with an arrogant arrogance, more than a dozen or bald riders were dressed differently, but they were the same as fierce, some of them had tattoos on their bare arms, and most fools could detect that these people were not good, and there were several locomotives with hot bodies sitting in the back seats of the locomotives.

Macho man, motorcycle, glamorous woman, jealous and curious.

Yang Chen stared at the person with a side face, and the smile was even stronger, but the disdain on his face just now had been replaced by playfulness, and the person who came was the one who studied kung fu with him in a quadrangle, Zhang Lei, nicknamed Stone, the nickname of Stone is a pun, not only because Zhang Lei's Lei character is composed of three stones, but also because Zhang Lei, who is only seventeen years old, is as burly and strong as a rock, and the fierce and rough atmosphere that bursts out of his body hides his real age.