The heat in Zhongzhou in July made people breathless, and the electric fans around him squeaked until noon, until the sun was about to make the bamboo mat hot, Qi Ming reluctantly left the bed.

My parents went out early in the morning, and no matter what era it was, to do a small business, I had to get up early and be greedy for night, and work hard for a dime.

The construction of Zhongzhou City Airport was completed in 97, and immediately after it was opened, the word "international" was hung - even though there were only a few small countries in South Korea and Southeast Asia at that time.

It takes more than 50 kilometers to take the airport expressway, and the traffic without the subway is not generally inconvenient.

Speaking of when he was a child, Qi Ming was used to waking up early in the morning, his parents had left home, and the whole house was empty only himself.

This has developed a good habit of Qi Ming, that is, he is particularly independent compared to his peers.

When he was in the fourth grade of elementary school, Qi Ming, who was not yet on the stove, was already carrying a small Mazha and standing in the kitchen to cook for himself.

So much so that Qi Ming in later generations cooked very deliciously, and basically everyone praised him for what he tasted.

Although she is busy with work, Dai Lijuan has always arranged her life in an orderly manner, and she will not make Qi Ming feel a little turbulent in life because she is busy.

My mother is diligent and thrifty, so although the furniture of the Qi family is simple, it has always been clean and spotless.

At the same time, she will always stock some food in the refrigerator, so that Qi Ming can cook and eat by herself when she is not at home.

This is also something that Dai Lijuan was proud of later, because Qi Ming has never let her worry about life since she was a child.

After washing, Qi Ming took an egg from the old Xinfei refrigerator, and then poured the leftover rice from last night into the pot, but after a while, he made out an egg fried rice.

Then from the sauce jar, I sandwiched two cucumbers with the sauce that my mother had already pickled, and ate the steaming, well-grained egg fried rice, which was called a satisfying meal.

After the meal was finished, there was a knock on the door.

Pushing open the door, a tiger-headed and small black fat man with a small figure was standing at the door with broken sweat.

The little black fat man's name is Liu Xuqiang, and he is in the same class as Qi Ming from elementary school to junior high school.

The two have been friends since childhood, going to the moat together to catch loaches, drilling into the black computer room together, skipping class together, and peeking at the ...... in the D drive of the computer together

Liu Xuqiang's family also lives nearby, and his father runs a steamed bun shop, and it is very hard to get up early and be greedy for darkness.

But the buns are thin and filling, so the streets and alleys around this area are well known.

In Qi Ming's memory, it should be Liu Xuqiang's father in 08, who suddenly bought the shops with steamed buns and half a street side by side.

Of course, it is impossible to buy half of the street by selling steamed buns, but because Lao Liu's family was demolished.

The moment he opened the door, the little black fat man saw Qi Ming wearing a white vest and a pair of gray pants underneath at a glance, and said, "You won't just wake up, what time is it, did you forget that we made an appointment to go back to school together today to thank the teacher?" ”

"I didn't forget, I didn't forget. The sun is poisoning at this moment. Outside in the heat of almost forty degrees, go out and take a walk around the street, I'm worried that you'll turn back and get even darker than you are now. ”

"Fuck off!" Liu Xuqiang scolded with a smile and said, "I just think it's inappropriate for us to go too late. ”

When Liu Xuqiang, the little black fat man, entered the door, Qi Ming turned on his own window air conditioner, which would make a slight noise as soon as it was turned on.

Don't look at this thing as noisy, but it is characterized by leather refrigeration, and of course, the power consumption is also large.

Therefore, it is generally not open in the morning in summer, and it will only be opened when it is extremely hot at noon.

He took out a bottle of green drink from the refrigerator and threw it to the little black fat man, the drink is an eye-catching brand.

In the late 90s, this Coca-Cola company, a drink specially created for domestic consumers, was popular all over the country, and it was the national fat house happy water of that era.

poured a mouthful into his stomach, Liu Xuqiang smacked his mouth, feeling the sourness of the apple taste between his lips and teeth, and this guy looked comfortable and satisfied.

"Last week, my dad took me on a trip to Shanghai, on the one hand to see the school where I would be staying for the next four years, and on the other hand, it was a graduation trip. Don't say that Shanghai is worthy of being a big city, the high-rise buildings along the way, the city, the car, tsk, I see what pomp and circumstance. ”

Liu Xuqiang lifted his shirt, patted his soft and round belly and sat on the sofa with emotion.

At that time, the concept of first-tier cities was still very vague, if you want to divide it in a strict sense, Zhongzhou is not the provincial capital, at this time, it is estimated that it is not even the fourth line.

Even if it was reluctantly classified as a new first-tier city or a national central city, it would be a year or three later.

So for Liu Xuqiang, Shanghai is a distant and prosperous place.

"Qi Ming, you don't plan to go to Shanghai, to see the engineering environment?"

"No, leave some room for imagination." Qi Ming said with a smile.

"There are not many people who have been admitted to Shanghai this year, except for you and me - I heard that Fang Wenjin was admitted to Donghua University." Liu Xuqiang poured himself another sip of drink, and said to Qi Ming with eyebrows and eyes.

There are few people in the Seventh Middle School who don't know Fang Wenjin, not to mention his outgoing and cheerful personality, the key is that he is good-looking.

The grades are so good that they are in the top five of the school all year round, especially the English scores, and the oral English is good enough to talk and laugh with the foreigners in the English corner on the weekend.

Even though her studies in the third year of high school are so intense, she occasionally has time to translate some foreign articles, and the manuscript fees she earns are also spent wildly, part of which is used to buy some unpopular books, and the other part is saved by her mother, which is said to be the living expenses of college.

Although Fang Wenjin's family conditions are not needed at all, let her, a junior high school student, work part-time to earn subsidies.

As for translating foreign articles, it is purely her personal hobby.

In the eyes of teachers and parents, she can easily take a book without much effort, and then use dim sum to be either Tsinghua University or an excellent student of Peking University.

In the eyes of boys in high school, such a girl is the kind of girl who even brushes shoulders in the school corridor for a long time, and she will reminisce all day.

It is impossible to say that Qi Ming has no idea about such a good-looking girl, but Qi Ming in his previous life did not have any stories between them until Fang Wenjin went abroad in his sophomore year.

Fang Wenjin also went to school in Shanghai, and Donghua University, which is still very good. Speaking of which, we are all in the same junior high school, although we are in different classes, but for so many years, you are Sima Zhao, and the little Jiujiu of Fang Wenjin in my heart has long been known to passers-by. Liu Xuqiang came to Qi Ming and said.

"If you want me to say, if you go to college, you can't let the pigs' heads of Donghua University arch Fang Wenjin such a smart cabbage. You have to work hard, after all, you don't necessarily do one or two books. ”

In the face of ridicule, Qi Ming was also calm, after all, his own person in his previous life was middle-aged, and he didn't dare to say that he had read all the red dust, but he didn't think of a pure girl, plus a few words of ridicule between his childhood playmates, he was ashamed to blush, and he was guilty of young man innocence.

Blowing the air conditioner and waiting for Liu Xuqiang to dissipate his stinky sweat, Qi Ming rode a bicycle to school with him.

Even if they had waited for the sun to go down and had been riding for half an hour, the two of them were already sweating again when they arrived at school.

After talking to the doorman, he went directly to the school and went to the teacher's office building.

Qi Ming and Liu Xuqiang were indeed the latest to come, but it was better to come early than to come by chance.

As soon as he entered the office, Qi Ming not only saw Lao Cai, the head teacher sitting at his desk, but also saw Hua Fang Wenjin, the seventh middle school colonel who was still chattering half an hour ago.

Lao Cai, who has been teaching for more than ten years, still has such a simple and pedantic posture, sitting at his desk, surrounded by Qi Ming's classmates, around him.

Although Qi Ming and his group of students had graduated, in front of Lao Cai, everyone was still standing in front of him one by one, and their bodies were still straight like flagpoles on the playground.

Even Fang Wenjin, who is known as the pride of the Seventh Middle School, is no exception.

I saw that she was dressed in a white and flawless shirt, with a slender waist and straight limbs, and her figure like an early spring stamen waiting to be released, showing a pure and simple curvaceous beauty.

The silky hair is simply tied up, hanging down on the shoulders as if still, and the delicate and fair sideburns are slightly swaying with a few strands of green silk restlessly in the wind.

Qi Ming on the side carefully calculated, the previous life was already now, and he and Fang Wenjin probably hadn't seen each other for more than ten years.

And now when I see Fang Wenjin again, the feeling of cleanliness and freshness that I only had when I was eighteen years old is like a breeze at this moment.

"Qi Ming is here?" The head teacher, Lao Cai, is almost forty years old, and he is very angry, but he is not pedantic.

The lecture may not have much humor and humor, but in private he is by no means a rigid middle-aged teacher, and even occasionally utters golden sentences to show the humor of his generation.

When Lao Cai saw Qi Ming, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes were slightly complicated, which was a kind of praise and regret: "I heard that you were admitted to the School of Art and Design of Shanghai University of Engineering." Actually, when you went to take the art exam in the first semester of your third year of high school, I told your mother privately that although your grades are not top-notch, you may be able to get a book after a little hardship. ”

Qi Mingxin said: Do you think I have a choice? After the rebirth of the file, the college entrance examination results have come down, okay.

"But it's not bad, I've seen your paintings, and they're really good." Lao Cai crossed Erlang's legs, unscrewed the thermos pot and took a sip, and the corners of his mouth were all soaked in the tasteless tea leaves.

Then Lao Cai commented on each student, which was regarded as a final warning to Qi Ming for their graduates.

In addition to the student's name on the title page, there is also a sentence written by Lao Cai on the back of the paper with a vigorous and powerful thin gold body, and each person's sentence is different, which is the teacher's expectation for each student.

Qi Ming was the last to leave the office, because Lao Cai left him alone.

I saw Lao Cai take out a paperback copy of "Flower Moon Traces" from the innermost drawer and put it in front of Qi Ming.

Although this Qing Dynasty novel is about talented and beautiful women, the uncut content in it is purely eighteen forbidden readings.

Then Lao Cai said to Qi Ming with a look of expression that you know: "Books are good books, and stories are also good stories." But the confiscation of your book back then, not only because you read it in class, but mainly because of the narrow and ambiguous descriptions in it, which is not suitable for you at the age of a freshman in high school. Now that you've graduated, I still hope you don't just stare at the stories of the talented and beautiful people in it. The grass snake gray line inside, and the narrative writing technique of thousands of miles away is worth learning. ”

Lao Cai didn't give Qi Ming in front of everyone, on the one hand, he was afraid of his students' self-esteem.

On the other hand, he is a quaint old pedant, and he is ashamed to show the book with a more explicit cover in front of so many people.

Qi Ming smiled: "Don't go, Lao Cai, after you confiscated this book, I rented another one, and read all the things that I didn't have time to read in one night." ”

"Stinky boy! Hurry up and take it. Lao Cai cried and laughed: "I went to the university to study hard, don't mess with my classmates in the dormitory, wasting time is also the original sin." ”

Qi Ming smiled and put away the book "Flower Moon Traces" with obvious traces, and then said to Lao Cai: "Don't patronize as a candle, you know how to shine all day long, you should eat in the morning, don't faint with low blood sugar and let your students send you to the infirmary." Dead and sinking. ”

Lao Cai was slightly stunned, and then became stupid: "Okay, okay, hurry home." ”

Just waiting for Qi Ming to turn around and leave the office, Lao Cai sat on the wooden chair and recalled that he had been teaching for more than ten years, and Qi Ming seemed to be the most special one.

The students in the third year of high school are actually relatively old in their mental age, and they have also passed the rebellious period.

But the closer you get to the college entrance examination, the greater the psychological pressure on everyone.

Especially in a key middle school like No. 7 Middle School, whether it is a student with average academic performance or an excellent student with top grades, there will occasionally be red-eyed quarrels between teachers and students.

But Qi Ming is the only one who is an outsider, even though his academic performance is not outstanding, but whether it is dealing with the relationship between classmates or teachers, he can handle it easily.

Whether it is treating the head teacher Lao Cai or other teachers, he is always smiling.

Other teachers in the third year of high school, Qi Ming also seems to have a general consensus, that is, although they are teachers, their identity is naturally higher than that of students.

But when I get along with Qi Ming, I don't have a sense of distance.

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Walking out of the office, Liu Xuqiang was still waiting for him, and unexpectedly Fang Wenjin and several other students did not leave.

Fang Wenjin saw Qi Ming come out, she was curious about why the head teacher Lao Cai left Qi Ming alone, but her arrogant personality made her reluctant to take the initiative to ask.

So he asked sideways: "Qi Ming, before you came out, we exchanged and read the notebook given by Mr. Cai, and we all read Mr. Cai's message on the title page of the other party. Let's take a look? ”