The time after school is the most beautiful time in the memory of his youth, Zhang Zhenyi seems to have received special care, Wang Taimei called it exercise, but in fact he was using this as an excuse to punish him for his feat of being distracted in class, so he was left to clean up the garbage in the classroom.

Accompanied by the little Lori Yang Pingping of the next team, Chai Qiang's kid happily joined the team, the intersection of the three teenagers always appears so unexpectedly, when Chai Qiang and Fan Jian were playing the national ball table tennis on the cement table with excitement on their faces, Zhang Zhenyi could only accompany the little Lori to eat fresh dust in the classroom.

"Zhang Zhenyi, did you make that question yourself?"

The girl seems to be a little difficult to speak, but she can't overcome the curiosity in her heart, the girl's heart is like a weed, and it has grown very well at a very young age, but the nine-year-old little Lori, but she has already known the true meaning of whether men and women are kissed, and her little face is red, but she doesn't dare to look at the figure in front of her that is a little different from the past.

"Yes!"

The light tone, the extremely firm tone, makes people believe it but can't touch the context, it seems that in the young man's heart, he should be like this, but the dust of the ** era covers the brilliance on his body.

"You are so amazing, I took a look at this topic, and even Yang Jie didn't make it, I can only do the third step and I can't do it, how did you do it."

The curiosity and admiration that can't be concealed in the girl's voice, in Zhang Zhenyi's opinion, is so innocent and precious, the girl who is called Yang Jie is one of the three little Lori combinations, and it is also the most genius of a demon, who has been dominating the top of the class for three years of primary school, and has never been driven down, plus the girl in front of him, and a little chubby girl named Peng Mingfang, which constitutes the weirdest combination of childhood in the heart of the teenager.

"It's not bad that you can do the third step, we haven't learned some of the solutions to this problem yet, I saw it in the books of senior students, it doesn't matter if you can't do it."

The books of the senior year are helplessly used as a model for learning, but what Zhang Zhenyi said is not wrong, in his memory, the one who can achieve his genius name is his uncle, a top student of Jiang University in the eighties, at this time, he has long graduated from college and is in a state-owned enterprise, but he has left a wealth that makes Zhang Zhen greedy: more than 2,000 books of all kinds.

"So that's the case, I thought you came up with it yourself, hurry up and finish sweeping, Chai Qiang and Fan Jian, the two bastards, didn't even sweep a group, and let them take out the garbage in a while."

The girl's voice is extremely crisp, but there is obviously a little fire, not a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, but it is better than the purity of a fairy, a beautiful face, black hair, although she has not grown into a staggering woman, but Zhang Zhenyi knows how the girl in front of her will become a demon in a few years, in memory, she is a famous talented woman in the county No. 1.

"Alright, you go and wipe the table, I'll sweep the last bit!"

It seemed that he couldn't bear the girl to be covered by dust, Zhang Zhenyi sent it politely, and then like a wind sweeping away the leaves, he cleaned up the last corner, and then picked up the cloth bag in the drawer and waved away.

"Fan Jian, Chai Qiang, you two go and take out the garbage, I'll go back first!"

In the boy's sky, there are always a few crows, and there are always a few scars that can't be cleaned, just like in front of him, when he walked out of the classroom, he saw Fan Jian and Chai Qiang, the two boys, were surrounded by a few fifth-grade students who jumped out of nowhere and beat them in the corner.

"Aren't you, boy? You're going to kill me? Let you let a table and you still stare at it, what are you staring at? ”

When I was a teenager, I always had a bloody life, there was blood and I was deflated, and the cup in front of me was always unsatisfactory, either missing a teapot or missing a spoon.

"What are you doing, get out!"

Zhang Zhenyi seems to have forgotten that he is no longer the well-known president who has learned military boxing for ten years, but a sapling that has not yet grown branches and leaves.

"Turtle son, you told me to get out? Fuck you, I'm going to beat you to death. ”

When the beautiful national scolding has not faded in the air, the eye-catching scene is impressively presented in front of you, in this green years, in this season of autumn leaves, the nine-year-old Pianpian boy slightly curled his lips, and his high hand is holding a brick the size of an adult's palm.

"Ah--- woo--blood-bleeding-I'll go back and tell the teacher, Zhang Zhenyi, you hit me with a brick."

In this innocent year, the fifth-grade overlord is a little wolf without a wild surname, strong on the outside, but with a fragile heart, in the bloody childhood, they always have the fate of escaping, and the crying and intimidation that remain behind as always.

Looking at the young man in front of him who was like a god of war, Chai Qiang and Fan Jian were like lambs who had found a way out, packed their schoolbags with a handful of snot and tears, and rushed to the classroom before he could give him, but in a moment, a puff of smoke and dust rolled up, and the embarrassed girl coughed and ran out with a soft drink on her gray hair.

"Zhang Zhenyi, will you go back? Let's not wait for them! ”

The afterglow of the sun does not always shine on the loess road in October, the earthy yellow dust is swept up by the autumn wind and sprinkled, in the years without singing, the green is like a song, the skin color of the blade reaper on the telephone pole of the years, the homing birds accompanied by the figure under the slanting sun, the teenagers run all the way, and the road ahead is the way back.

"Shinichi, wait for me!"

"Let's run, they're catching up!"

The shouts of the young girl are swept away by the wind in the innocent years, and the running figure is pulled in the afterglow, I don't know if there will be any footprints accompanied by you in the years to come, and whether there is such an innocent childhood, in the long river of years, ups and downs.

"Zhang Zhenyi, I'm going back, you guys go quickly, it's getting dark! Beware of ghosts on the mountain! ”

The young man's voice sounded at the fork, sounding immature but Zhang Zhenyi's extremely cherished children's words, always become the most rare memories in the last moment, the first moment was still regretting, this moment was enjoying, and the next moment it broke his heart.

"Yang Pingping, if Zhang Zhenyi is caught by a ghost, then you will be a widow, hahaha!"

"Chai Qiang, if you say it again, I'll tear your mouth apart, you bastard, why didn't you kill it just now."

"Haha, forget it if you kill it, it's better than Zhang Zhenyi catching the ghost, Yang Pingping and Zhang Zhenyi are going to get married, hahaha!"

The era of publicity, the age of innocence, childlike words, boy, I wish you all the best.