"Shinichi, are you eating? What time is it, you still don't leave, we won't wait for you! ”

In the early morning, Batou Village is extremely comfortable, the road is full of smoke, bursts of dog barking, in the waterway in front of the door, a clear spring flows quietly, splashing water wantonly, seems to be a little tired, tossing and turning all night, thousands of thoughts, difficult to sleep, and then in the middle of the night by the light of the light yellow candle, wrote a whole hundred pages of table paper, pencil handwriting, rough paper for burning spirits, full of memories, and longing, it seems that I can't bear to give up, and seems to be glad to be able to steal life, no matter how precious the treasure, I am afraid that it is not comparable to the slightest bit of coarse paper crazy words.

Is Zhang Zhenyi stupid? On the contrary, he is not stupid but very smart, he knows what kind of era he is in, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with gold everywhere, the loopholes in the law, the vacuum of the market, the indifference of human feelings, and the opportunities that do not need you to look for them, the soul that turns from the magnificence of the twenty-first century, when facing the rough era, always can't bear to tremble, beyond the memory of time and space, yes, this is the reason for trembling.

"I'm reborn, so, I'm better than you!"

Plain truth.

Packing the papers in a rough snakeskin bag, locking the best wardrobe in the house, and before he could rinse his mouth, it was already dark outside, and he had just opened the wooden door on one side when he heard several voices calling to him outside.

"Daddy, I forgot that I was still a fourth-grade student."

Reflexively ran into the house, found out an old watch without a strap, only to see that the surface was worn out almost clearly, the hour hand had already pointed to the position of seven o'clock, the rural primary school started classes at eight o'clock, to say that an hour is not too late, but Zhang Zhenyi remembered that when he was a child, the children of the entire Batou Village had to go to Baiyun Primary School seven or eight miles away to go to school, the distance was too far, the time was always too little, after washing up and eating, I am afraid there was not much time left.

The small body suddenly burst out with amazing energy, quickly took care of himself, casually touched two raw sweet potatoes and put them into a cloth bag, checked the textbooks inside and locked them and ran away, the whole process was orderly and fast, moving like a wind and thunder.

The scenery along the way is uniquely beautiful, especially the rebirth in the loess face, the autumn wind is struggling, there are three or two little guys hanging sparsely, Zhang Zhenyi almost forgot that he is only a nine-year-old boy now, he thinks of the head teacher in the primary school from time to time, the serious Duan Shengming, and the math madman Wang Tai, the farmer's primary school at this time has not spoken English, almost except for Chinese is mathematics.

"Zhang Zhenyi, you run a bird, isn't it too early."

An abrupt voice came from the fork in the road behind him, and the boy turned around, only to see a teenager similar to himself carrying an extremely fashionable backpack, of course, very shabby, wearing a set of grass-green police uniforms that looked dirty and scum, and was shouting at him with a nonchalant face.

In this era, you can buy a fashionable schoolbag, and there are very few people who have a jacket that is extremely vulgar in Zhang Zhenyi's opinion, this guy knows at a glance that he is the rich second generation in this poor era, at least he is also a local tyrant.

Looking at the extremely familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face in front of him, Zhang Zhenyi was indignant in his heart, and remembered that this guy was his primary school tablemate, but what instantly came to mind was not how domineering this guy was, not allowing his arm to stretch out over the Chu River Han Realm on the table during class, and not allowing loud endorsements in morning reading, etc., but remembering that this somewhat annoying guy in front of him was swept into the memory of the years by a gust of wind and waves in the gorgeous summer, and the loss may seem precious, and the young man smiled lightly.

"You two goods, my brother was bullied by you in my last life, so I let God accept you, but in this life, God treats my brother well, and I will save your life."

The young man's mind is not grand, but he is sincere enough.

"Chai Qiang, bastard, you didn't look at your watch when you went out, it's almost half past seven now."

The teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, the teenager doesn't know the hardships of life, and the conversation is all ignorant and innocent childhood, and the aimless boredom lies in the sky over Batou Village in the late eighties, floating in the most common classmates in this year.

"What homework did the teacher assign the day before yesterday, we are right, see if there is anything forgotten."

"Homework? It's not good, Lao Tzu just came back, how can you remember any homework. ”

Thinking of the scene where he was shaved by Lao Duan's big ears, and the tragic situation of the middle-aged Xiao Wang's violent trembling, the young man's body couldn't help but tremble for a while, and then his eyes showed a hungry wolf-like look, staring at the classmates in front of him, looking excited.

"Copy your homework to me, mine hasn't been done yet."

Then, on the side of the earthy yellow country road, there were the most significant memories of this era, two teenagers, one lying on the side of the road between the stones and working hard, the pencil in his hand was only a finger long, the scribbled handwriting quickly crossed the paper, and the air of this era wafted with the smell of pencil letters.

"Is there anything else, you open it, let me copy it, hurry up!"

The irrefutable tone made Chai Qiang a little puzzled, this guy in front of him was Zhang Zhenyi, how could it be like a different person, usually when the two meet, this guy is a little afraid of himself, but the homework is as usual, copy it correctly, why is he still a little bluffing him today, it's really evil.

The boy's heart was like the weather in August, sunny and rainy, but after a moment, he threw away the thoughts in his heart and shouted to the boy lying on the ground.

"Hurry up, I'll be late in a while, I won't copy it for you."

As he spoke, his fleshy little hand grabbed the exercise book spread out on the stone.

"Spread out!"

"Oh, your mother, what are you poking me for, I won't copy it for you!"

Rubbing the black lead stains on the back of his hand, the young man was furious, and then pushed Zhang Zhenyi away with one hand, picked up the exercise book on the ground and stuffed it into the luxury schoolbag, shook his nose proudly, and walked forward like a winning rooster, but he didn't know that the young man behind him was secretly proud, and what he was holding in his hand was an exercise book with a changed name.

"Small, fight with me, you're still a little tender."

Put away the cloth bag, the small body turned into a whirlwind, rolled into the unknown distance, and buried in the memory, the familiar door wall painting wall, quickly ran to the memory of the modern, world-oriented, future-oriented Baiyun Primary School, stepping on the sand and dust under his feet, occasionally startled a few wild turtle doves in the vegetable field, the young man's heart has drifted far away, through the clouds floating in the sky, has surpassed several years.

"Report!"

"Come in, Zhang Zhenyi, this is the first time you've been late? Take out your homework book and show it to me. ”

Obviously, he was late again, in his impression, his grades from elementary school to high school were very bad, his academic performance was not good, and he was lucky to be admitted to college, and now he is back in such a bleak era, and he really can't escape the fate of shouting a report into the classroom, I don't know when such a scene has gradually faded away, but overnight, he returned to the old time again.

The sound of swishing spread in the classroom, the large classroom of forty-five people seemed extremely quiet, not a single person made a sound, the students of this era have absolute respect for the teacher, but what they are afraid of is not the kind face, but the bamboo that lies quietly in front of the lectern.

The little boy has no taboos to patrol every corner with his eyes, a memory from the depths of memory, a familiar face gradually appeared in his mind, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and he sighed the ups and downs of life.

"Well, yes, it's all done, but the handwriting is a little sloppy, pay attention next time, sit down in your seat, now let's go to class!"

The order of forgiveness was like a holy decree, and the teacher, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly remembered the sound of the pages turning, and occasionally mixed with whispers, and at the moment when Lao Duan turned around, a loud bang shook through the classroom as his palm fell on the table.

"Don't even talk, now class! Today we're talking about-"

In these green years, the boys and girls don't know where their future is, only on the banyan tree by the pond, they know how to keep screaming, only half a cent in their pockets, and they still think about the candy lying quietly in the small shop after class, and only by looking at the villain book in their hands from time to time can they forget the time waiting for the end of class.