"This kid turned out to be the first in this graduation exam? It seems to be called Zhang Zhenyi, this result is really good! ”

"Nice? People are the number one, he is good, so isn't your son a rice bucket? ”

"I heard from Teacher Liu from the Academic Affairs Office that this kid is still in the fourth grade of primary school, and he didn't even go to the fifth grade and took the graduation exam directly, as if he was a student from Yunhe Primary School in Zhangjialing."

"Baiyun Elementary School!"

"Yes, yes, it's called Baiyun Primary School, I really don't know how the teachers there teach, and you can take the first place in the county in the skipping exam."

It took a lot of effort for the boy to squeeze in front of the half-person-high windowsill, the old window grilles had already faded, and with the erosion of wind and rain, only the sea-blue side windows had already been left.

"Bring the household registration book!"

In a look of surprise and complexity, Zhang Zhenyi unhurriedly took out a light purple household registration book, a slightly folded school certificate, and handed it to a female teacher behind the windowsill from the patched cloth bag.

"Zhang Zhenyi, math 120, Chinese 118, Zhangjialing Town, Baiyun Primary School fourth grade, this is good, right? You check your information and pay the registration fee of five dollars, as well as the tuition fee. ”

The boy barely looked at the paper in front of him to know that it was his own information, and the psychology of adults would not let him be naïve enough to carefully look at a form that was no longer wrong, and after taking out five one-dollar gross tickets from his pocket, he grabbed a large handful of blue tickets from the cloth bag, but for these tuition, grandma was worried for a lot of time.

After half a ring, the teacher checked the amount, and the middle-aged female teacher with black-rimmed glasses seemed to have a lot of interest in the teenager in front of her.

"Zhang Zhenyi, I am your homeroom teacher, my surname is Rao, you can call me Teacher Rao, and you will be a student of our 101 class in the future. Be sure to study hard and try to maintain your good grades. ”

Very suddenly, this female teacher with a kind face and a nice voice spit out a sentence that shocked the young man, but he didn't expect his big housekeeper to appear in front of him like this, and he didn't expect that it was the first time they met, and he had to study hard every day.

"Huh? Old - Teacher Rao is good. ”

"Hehehe, Teacher Rao, you see that you scared other people's children, little guy, you Teacher Rao is a good person, she has been famous for you for a long time, and she came to the school early this morning to see her genius disciple."

It seems that the teenager's surprised tone and sudden panic are gratified, for a teenager who is not more than ten years old, Zhang Zhenyi in front of him seems to be a little young and old, and he came to the county seat to sign up alone, not at all timid and nervous, but the panic that suddenly showed made people see the child's immaturity and innocence.

"Okay, you go back first, you must rush to the classroom before eight o'clock tomorrow morning, you have a place to live in the county, right?"

"Well, I live with my little uncle, I'll go back first, goodbye teacher, goodbye teacher Rao, thank you teachers."

"You see how polite the child is, Mr. Rao, you can pick up a good student, this kid may be able to take the first place in the city in three years. Hahaha! ”

After packing up, the young man squeezed out of the crowd after thanking him one by one, and things went unexpectedly well, so that his original idea of spending at least two hours went bankrupt, but at this time, he was extremely excited, and it was a good idea to be able to appreciate the county town of southern Anhui in this era.

Along Guangming Road, I have been trying to walk west, I only seem to remember a few old places in my impression, the county party committee and county government axe or the old gravel gate, the two institutions stand opposite each other, the dilapidated Xinhua Bookstore is far from the momentum of later renovation, this season is the most popular place for people to go in, and the lobby of the entire bookstore is full of people reading books.

"The nineties, it's really unique!"

Walking into the house, looking at the bookshelves around them, what people lack at this time is not only material food, but greater spiritual food, there are not many books in the huge bookstore, some of the bookshelves are empty enough to run horses, and a small number of books have already been covered with a thick layer of dust.

At this time, the salesman sitting in the store was two women with the surname of about thirty or forty, who were sitting in front of the stage and talking, and the room full of people saw the young man walking into the store, and just glanced at it and scanned the ancient articles in his hand.

"Little one, what are you looking for? This is not the place to look at toys. ”

The abrupt voice seemed a little annoying, Zhang Zhenyi did not answer, but walked directly into the room and turned right, approaching a huge bookshelf in front of a huge bookshelf, on which there were stacked dusty books, each of which looked very thick.

The man didn't expect the young man to ignore him at all, and before Zhang Zhen came back to his senses, everyone in the bookstore saw one of the bloated women hurriedly pushing away the chair under her buttocks, walking to the bookshelf on the right side of the bookstore with an angry face, and then pushed towards the young man with one hand.

"You little bastard, didn't you hear me call you, is this where you, a country boy, came from? Do you know where this is? The little fart is still pretending to read books at an age, can you understand these foreign masterpieces? ”

The whole bookstore was like a frying pan, and the people of the nineties still liked to watch the excitement so much, but after a while, everyone crowded around the boy's periphery, staring at the woman but no one went up to persuade him, thinking that he had already learned his terrible methods.

"How do you know I can't read? Do you think that in such a pure place, everyone is like you, with fat heads and big ears, vulgar language, ignorance of culture and ignorance of civilization. ”

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Immediately after that, a mouthful of authentic and proficient American English came out of the boy's mouth clearly, and in this gray era, it was like a bright light cutting through the black sky, reflecting the shocked and unbelievable expressions on everyone's faces clearly.

It turned out that what Zhang Zhenyi was holding in his hand was an original edition of the "General History of the World" that I didn't know when it was placed, and the tome of the two sets seemed to have not been published in Chinese in China, and the last time I looked at a pirated book, there was a genuine original version here, and seeing that this woman was so vulgar, she casually read out a sentence in the book.

In such a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, on an August afternoon, in the cloudy Xinhua bookstore, a peasant boy dressed in ordinary clothes and even a little shabby, like an angel-like smile, read aloud the huge work in his hand, fluent English, clear tone, and subdued tone, which seemed so strange but natural.

"This kid is awesome, he can actually read that gringo's book, have you seen it, that book is much thicker than Mao Xuan."

"How do you know he's not, do you know what gringos say?"

"You two don't quarrel, just look at Teacher Li's appearance, Teacher Li is the English teacher of No. 1 Middle School, he must know whether this kid is reading correctly."

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw an elderly woman in her fifties, with old-fashioned glasses on the bridge of her nose, and a wrinkled face with a look of surprise.

"Yo he, you little fart kid who no one taught you is still pretending to be a cultural person in front of Lao Tzu, who is not older than you in this bookstore, who is not more educated than you? Hurry up and get out of here, don't delay here. ”

"Hehehe, I think it's nothing that people are older than me and more educated than me, but you don't have more culture than me, it's really not necessarily, if you can write your own name, I think it's the blessing of the Bodhisattva."

The young man's words were still as sharp as a knife, every word was to the point, the woman began to sweat slowly on her forehead, although she knew some Chinese characters but was only limited to this, relying on some small connections in the family to enter the unit to work, basically no one dared to talk back to her, but I didn't expect to meet such a poor boy today.

"You uneducated thing, see if Lao Tzu doesn't beat you to death."

After saying that, he picked up his slap and smashed it towards the young man, everyone couldn't help but exclaim, and several people immediately rushed forward, intending to hold her, after all, an older woman bullying a small child is not good.

"Enough, what do you care about as an adult and a child, that's how your uncle taught you?"

Suddenly, a soft cheer rang out through the crowd, and it was the old man.

"Mr. Li, I--"

"You go back, don't do nothing here, I'll talk to this kid."

"Kid, can you really read the words in this book?"

"Old friend, how do you know I can't read?"

The words are still the same, the expressions are the same, but the difference is that two people who are talking, one old and one young, in this gray era, begin to cross time and space, and use thoughts and knowledge to connect the most precious memories in this time and space.