As soon as class ended, Cui Mingguo, Qin Caihou, and Ma Fei rushed out of the classroom, plunged into the heavy snow, and ran to the toilet. They ran to a big willow tree in the northwest corner of the playground, and Cui Mingguo, who was running in front, suddenly flew into the air, kicked his feet at the big willow tree, popped forward ten meters away and landed, and continued to run towards the toilet.

Cui Mingguo, Qin Caihou, and Ma Fei have been learning martial arts together in a sports school since they were children, and now they are all stunts and have extraordinary skills. Especially the light skills, flashing and moving, running and jumping, they are even more perfect, moving like a rabbit, and their body is so light and fast that people sigh.

The big willow tree was kicked by Cui Mingguo like this, and the snow clusters on the branches were shaken down one after another, and Qin Caihou and Ma Fei, who followed closely behind, were caught off guard and smashed by large snow masses. The two of them scolded angrily, lowered their heads and pulled the snow out of their necks, and then chased forward with their legs.

Reach out and don't hit the smiley person. As soon as Qin Caihou and Ma Fei rushed into the toilet, they saw Cui Mingguo nodding and bowing forward to hand over the cigarette, and the anger in their hearts suddenly dissipated. The three of them each had a cigarette and smoked a cigarette, and as they smoked, they went to the auditorium of the district guest house to watch a movie together after school in the afternoon.

Things do not turn out the way you want. At the end of school, the head teacher, Mr. Jiang, left Cui Mingguo behind and asked him to work with Qin Ying and Wang Xuemin to run the blackboard newspaper on the back wall of the classroom.

The heavy snow outside the classroom has been falling unhurriedly, and Cui Mingguo, Qin Ying, and Wang Xuemin are constantly busy in the classroom. Just as he was done, with a stream of snowflakes rolling in, Mr. Jiang opened the curtain and walked in. She looked at the blackboard newspaper that had just been completed, pointed to a headline in the upper right corner and said to Cui Mingguo: "If this headline has snowflakes as the background, the effect will be better." ”

"Wouldn't it be better if you used your ass as a background?" Because he couldn't go to the movies with Qin Caihou and Ma Fei, Cui Mingguo, who was holding back his anger, hated and scolded in his heart, and pushed back and forth: "The title has been written, and there is no way to draw snowflakes anymore." ”

"Erase it off!" Mr. Jiang said categorically in an unequivocal tone: "After drawing the snowflakes, I will write again." ”

"I see that your ass is a snowflake butt, cut it off and stick it on......" Cui Mingguo scolded in his heart, climbed onto the bench and began to work again.

Teacher Jiang came to the stove, picked up the stove hook and said to Qin Ying and Wang Xuemin, "You two go first, I'll accompany him here." ”

"The two of them are gone, who is going to write the title?" As soon as he heard that Qin Ying and Wang Xuemin were going to go, Cui Mingguo quickly turned around and pointed to the title that had just been erased and stopped: "My words are as ugly as ants crawling." ”

Teacher Jiang said while hooking the stove, "I'll write." ”

Cui Mingguo was speechless, so he had to turn around and continue to paint snowflakes.

Qin Ying and Wang Xuemin took their schoolbags and left.

The snow outside gradually stopped, and Cui Mingguo drew the snowflakes after a while and jumped off the bench. Teacher Jiang followed him onto the bench and prepared to write the title.

The bench was a little shaky, and Teacher Jiang was scared, so Cui Mingguo helped her in the back.

Cui Mingguo stretched out his hands to support her waist.

Xiao Man's waist squirmed like a water snake in his hands, making Cui Mingguo reverie.

"That's it! Help me down. ”

Just when Cui Mingguo wanted to get into the wrong, Mr. Jiang had already written the title and asked Cui Mingguo to help her off the bench.

Cui Mingguo, who is tall and tall, lifted the small and delicate Teacher Jiang off the bench like a chicken. But he didn't lift Teacher Jiang underground, but took Teacher Jiang in his arms.

"What are you going to do? Put me down! Teacher Jiang also sensed that she was riding on something, struggled twice and didn't break free of Cui Mingguo's hand, turned his head to look at Cui Mingguo, only to see Cui Mingguo just panting and not following, sneered and said, "What are you going to do?" How can you do this? ”

This completely angered Cui Mingguo, his brain was blank, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he put Teacher Jiang on the desk with a backhand.

The fire was in full swing, and half of the stove barrel was burning red.

Cui Mingguo had just finished going crazy, and with a cold wind rolling in, Siqiao opened the door curtain with a child in his arms and broke in.

Cui Mingguo has seven sisters, in order of being called Daqiao, Erqiao, Sanqiao, Siqiao, Wuqiao, Liuqiao, and Qiqiao. Siqiao is naturally his fourth sister. The child Siqiao hugged was Xiaoxiong, the son of Teacher Jiang.

It turned out that Siqiao was the nursery aunt of this school. Today is Saturday, and in order to save coal fire, the school only has two classes in the afternoon, and the teachers have left work early. So before five o'clock, the children in the nursery were picked up by their parents one after another. But Xiaoxiong has never been picked up. So, Siqiao took Xiaoxiong to the teaching and research department to find Teacher Jiang first, the general locked the door, she hugged Xiaoxiong to find the classroom, and saw the scene in front of her. She was stunned, didn't say anything, put down Xiaoxiong and turned around and left.

Cui Mingguo hurriedly fastened his trousers, put on his schoolbag, put on a cotton hat and cotton gloves, and chased out.

The snow had completely stopped, Cui Mingguo stepped on the thick snow to catch up with Siqiao, explained what had just happened, and repeatedly emphasized that he did not blame him for this matter, but that Mr. Jiang made a fuss and seduced himself.

Siqiao stopped and muttered, "If you do this kind of thing, aren't you afraid of being known by Hou Dadao?" ”

Hou Dadao is Mr. Jiang's husband. Three years ago, Mr. Jiang broke his shoes with a young man named Yu Yuanhui, but was discovered by Hou Dadao. He slipped a machete and cut down Yu Yuanhui's thing, so he was nicknamed "Hou Dadao". Hou Dadao also spent two years in prison for this.

Everyone in Taocheng knows about this matter, and Cui Mingguo has also heard of it. Now as soon as Siqiao mentioned the name "Hou Dadao", Cui Mingguo couldn't help but shiver, but he immediately regained his composure and pretended to be calm and said, "What's the matter if he knows?" Does he dare to come and cut me? ”

Siqiao was so angry that the roots of his teeth itched, raised his arm and punched Cui Mingguo's chest, and then raised his leg and left.

Cui Mingguo also followed Siqiao's ass silently and walked home.

When I came to the mouth of the alley, I saw my father Cui Luo's pot closing the stall.

Cui Mingguo's father is a Luo pot, known as Cui Luo Guo. He was a shoemaker and opened a shoe repair shop at the mouth of the alley. He's now packing up and getting ready to go home. Seeing Siqiao and Cui Mingguo's sister and brother walking back, he said to Cui Mingguo: "You came back just in time, your eldest sister sent me a pair of shoes to repair, I have already repaired them, you should send them to her now." ”

Cui Mingguo was overjoyed, because he really didn't want to look at Siqiao's bitter gourd face anymore, and he was also very worried that Siqiao would tell his father and mother about the classroom just now, so if his legs were not discounted, he would have to be beaten on the kang and couldn't get up. As soon as I heard that he was going to deliver shoes, it was like encountering amnesty, so I took the shoes, threw off the big stride and ran towards the eldest sister's house.

Siqiao saw the background of Cui Mingguo's departure, and he was hated and angry, and he had nowhere to attack. Siqiao also knew in his heart that Cui Mingguo would definitely not dare to come back this night, because he was definitely afraid that he would tell his father and mother about him, and he would be beaten. Hum! If you can survive the first year of junior high school, can you still survive the fifteenth? Siqiao held back his anger and followed Cui Luoguo home. As soon as she finished dinner, she went headlong into the Westinghouse and continued to sulk alone.

Siqiao sisters are seven, married people, go up the mountain, go to the countryside, work in the field, and now she Siqiao is left alone at home.

When she got off work this afternoon, she saw her younger brother Cui Mingguo and Teacher Jiang in the classroom, which made her grit her teeth with hatred, and her heart and lungs were about to explode. She wondered, why couldn't she figure it out with Teacher Jiang and Hou Dadao?

Three years ago, Siqiao fell in love with a young man named Yu Yuanhui, and when he was about to talk about marriage, he didn't know how to do it, but Yu Yuanhui hooked up with Teacher Jiang, and was soon discovered by Hou Dadao. Hou Dadao slipped a machete and cut Yu Yuanhui into a eunuch. Now, Mr. Jiang, a slut, has hooked up with Cui Mingguo again, if Hou Dadao knows, what kind of consequences will it be!

New hatred and old hatred, hatred must sprout in the heart. Siqiao couldn't wait to find something to plug that hole in Mr. Jiang's.

The wind was blowing outside, the northwest wind, and the windows were "whirring".

Siqiao pulled the dustpan, rolled up a cigarette, picked up a match and struck a match, after lighting the cigarette, she looked at the flame on the match and thought of a pile of firewood under the back window of Mr. Jiang's house.

Siqiao's family and Mr. Jiang's family live in the same room in Haiming Hutong, and Mr. Jiang's house is in the innermost room to the east of Siqiao's house. Siqiao thought that it was a northwest wind blowing outside now, and if the pile of firewood was lit, it would burn down Mr. Jiang's house without affecting other people's homes.

The match was almost finished, and it looked like it was about to burn to Siqiao's fingers. Siqiao threw the match on the ground, took a deep puff of smoke, and continued to think: There was half a barrel of gasoline in Dad's shoe repair shop, so I took it back and poured it all on the firewood, door, and window of her house, so that all four of her family would have to be burned to death.

After Siqiao smoked this cigarette, he made up his mind to do it. After a heart-pounding jump, it slowly fell silent again from a thrilling frenzy. She let out a long breath, rolled over and got off the kang, put on her coat, and pushed the door to the outhouse.

On a cold day, it was too cold outside, and a big flower dog they raised was sleeping in the outhouse.

Siqiao walked to the east gate, and listened carefully, and the snoring sound inside came and went. She quietly pushed the door open a crack and looked inside, where her father, mother, and grandmother were sleeping soundly. She secretly took the key to the shoe repair shop.