19 Yang Longfei's mysterious physique

Beams of dazzling light shone in through the window, and the tip of the pen in Wei Gospel's hand swept across the workbook.

"Wei Gospel, you can do me a small favor." Wei Gospel looked up, and Zhao Zhizhi turned around and knocked on her table.

She and Zhao Zhizhi have known each other since the first grade of primary school, even if they know, but they are not familiar with each other, they all say that "friends are good old, wine is the fragrance of agarwood" In fact, time does not mean anything, fate is a wonderful thing, some people have known each other for more than ten years and are still strangers, and some people seem to be eternal even if it is just for a moment.

Most of the classmates in the class have known each other since the first grade, in this remote community, the children here have basically known each other since childhood, their parents are both oilfield workers, the reason why this school has not closed down is because of their children, although the loss of students in the school is extremely serious, it is still necessary to exist, although Wei Gospel wanted to throw a bomb at the school more than once.

They don't usually talk much, Zhao Zhizhi has been beaten by teachers because of his poor study, he has been thin and small since he was a child, and his personality is as weak as a girl.

When he was in the first grade, he failed the exam, and the teacher slapped him three times in the palm of his hand, and he went home with tears in his eyes and complained to his parents, saying, "Mom, the teacher beat me." Parents who beat students are not easy to ask, saying that it is useless to say that it is light, and that it is heavy to make the teacher unhappy, so simply leave your child alone, although the parents are distressed, but they can't help, just say "study hard, and if you do well in the next exam, the teacher will not beat you." ”

After a long time, Zhao Zhizhi was beaten more times, and he got used to it, and he didn't go home to complain after being beaten, and one day his mother suddenly asked him on a whim: "Is your teacher still beating you recently?" , Zhao Zhizhi smiled and said happily: "Mom, our teacher likes me, when she beats others, she beats them so hard, they make them cry, when she hits me, it is very light, it doesn't hurt at all."

“……?”

Wei Gospel looked at Zhao Zhizhi and said, "What's the hurry?"

Zhao Zhizhi shrugged helplessly, frowned, and said, "The teacher asked us to write an essay about oil workers to participate in the essay competition, but I can't write it, so your essay can help me write one."

Wei Gospel hesitated, she didn't know how to refuse, she never knew how to refuse others, although she was a hundred unwilling in her heart, but she didn't know how to speak, for fear of disappointing the other party.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak, when Yang Longfei walked over through the crowd, pulled Zhao Zhizhi's body back, and said coolly: "Go and go, you have to do your own things for others, are you embarrassed?"

Wei Gospel is sweet in his heart, and although Yang Longfei is sometimes reckless, he is lively and cute.

Zhao Zhizhi said with some annoyance: "What's wrong with helping me write an essay." , he looked at Wei Gospel and said, "We have known each other since the first grade of primary school."

"I've written it for me before." He added.

"It was before, and now it is now!" Yang Longfei interrupted his words stiffly, looked up and glared at him, Zhao Zhizhi immediately closed his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and when he saw Yang Longfei's gloomy face, he didn't dare to breathe.

Yang Longfei threw back the composition text that Zhao Zhizhi had placed on Wei Gospel's table and said, "Do your own thing."

Wei Gospel felt that the atmosphere was not right, Zhao Zhizhi was generally a kind person, she didn't like to stiffen the relationship between her classmates, and said euphemistically: "Zhao Zhizhi, it's not that I don't help you, it's just that I can't help with this favor, and my dad is not an oil worker, so you better write it yourself."

Zhao Zhizhi saw her attitude warmed up, and said: "What's wrong with not being an oil worker, my father is an oil worker, can't I still write it, in fact, every time I write an essay, I make it up blindly."

"I'm making it up, too." Wei Gospel smiled embarrassedly.

Zhao Zhizhi begged inch by inch: "You can help me, if my literary talent is half as good as yours, I will be Amitabha."

Wei Gospel giggled, this compliment was very useful, and said triumphantly: "Actually, I don't have any literary talent, I just like to read, if you read more, your composition level will definitely improve, and you can read more than 10,000 volumes!"

Yang Longfei put his left hand into a fist and coughed lightly, Wei Fuxin immediately said apologetically to Zhao Zhizhi: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help with this favor."

Zhao Zhizhi's eyes were full of disappointment.

Yang Longfei snorted, put his hand on his shoulder a little harder, and said: "What if you don't agree, it's your own business, you don't want to do it yourself, you have to force others, you can't write it yourself, who to blame, if you don't help you, I still owe you."

Zhao Zhizhi slapped Yang Longfei's hand on his shoulder with a slight embarrassment, and turned back to his seat.

Wei Gospel's heart was full of gratitude, thanks to Yang Longfei for helping her out, and in return he generously said: "I owe you a favor, you can make a request to me, as long as I can do it?"

If it was in the past, Yang Longfei would definitely come up with strange words, but today he was surprisingly quiet, shook his head, and returned to his seat and sat down.

In the self-study class, Yang Longfei kicked Wei Gospel's chair from behind and said, "Show me the composition you wrote."

Wei Gospel thought that he wanted to use it as a reference, and handed him the text without hesitation, Yang Longfei glanced at it and frowned, read it silently in his heart, and muttered in his mouth: "When the oil worker roars, the earth will tremble three times, hum, why write so great."

"It's great."

"Not necessarily."

Wei Gospel looked at him with a puzzled face.

"It's what they should do, but they have to say the same as great men, teachers teach, police catch thieves, doctors treat diseases and save people, it's just right."

"But they work hard."

"There is no one in this world who is not hard."

Wei Gospel was startled, Yang Longfei rarely said such depressing words, his dark and deep eyes dimmed, and the luster around his body disappeared, losing his vitality in the past, Wei Gospel suddenly remembered that Wei Siguo mentioned things about his family, and asked gently: "Is your family okay?"

Yang Longfei knew what she was referring to, with a forbearant look on his face, and pretended to be chic: "How can it be so easy, Zhang Laosan will definitely make a fortune when he catches this opportunity, this waste."

Wei Gospel sat down again, looking at Yang Longfei's lost appearance, but he couldn't help at all, and he was annoyed.

Zhang Laosan, formerly known as Zhang Wentao, is the manager of Da'an, the original residents of Da'an moved away and abandoned for many years, almost no one cares, and then there are successive out-of-town populations to move in, because the rent here is not high, although the equipment is not complete, but it is a good choice for many outsiders, the rent of a month in the double neighborhood can be worth half a year's rent here, so it has been favored by many outsiders, Da'an has gathered more population can not lack management, Otherwise, these trouble-loving outsiders will have to make trouble for the already understaffed police, Zhang Wentao was originally an oilfield worker, and was later sent to Da'an to manage the migrant population.

At first, Zhang Wentao was very resistant, and he was arranged to manage these people in this tattered, deserted and wild place, where birds don't, and they couldn't do anything to kill people and set fires, and they felt a little angry, but then he slowly tasted some sweetness.

Zhang Wentao's salary is not much, gray income is a lot, every day swaying and riding a dilapidated bicycle to work, the so-called work, is nothing more than moving a chair to lie in the yard to drink tea, life is comfortable, relaxed.

There is only one thing that makes him frowning, looking around for home remedies and panaceas that can grow taller, watching promotional advertisements on TV every day, saying that eating their products can grow six centimeters in a course of treatment, Zhang Wentao is encouraged and convinced, not to say six centimeters, even one centimeter is also satisfied, but all products that can promote bone growth will be bought home in cans and cans, of course he doesn't eat it, he knows that he has no hope of growing taller, just watching his son and children of the same age shorter than a lot, anxious and uneasy, He urged Zhang Haiyang to finish eating the things in the jar, and he grew taller after eating, Zhang Haiyang ate those gray-white powders every day like a medicine jar at a young age, and after eating for a few years, he did not see results, and he visibly changed from a little thin man to a little fat man.

In the eyes of outsiders, Da'an is remote and desolate, no one cares, but in the eyes of Zhang Wentao is a treasure of feng shui, he has managed more than he has earned more than he has worked in the oil field for these years, Da'an's vacant idle house will never be satisfied, he called his relatives in the countryside, and those relatives of his family came to use all the land that Da'an can use to fence up and plant crops, even the side of the highway does not let go, from the water house with plastic pipes to lead the tap water to the vegetable garden, the residents of Da'an dare not speak out, the relatives of the village chief do not have to pay rent, rampant and domineering, The so-called one person attains the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven.

Wei Gospel did not respect Zhang Wentao, some disgusted, Da'an almost became his world, the house here will never be satisfied, outsiders come and go, Zhang Wentao's relatives in his hometown will be a fox and a tiger, walking sideways in Da'an, his nephew set up a chemical plant, the sewage of the chemical plant is discharged at will, and the soil around the factory is dyed like a rainbow.

Some people also came to Da'an to set up a factory, but because they couldn't afford the high electricity and water bills, they moved away, but Zhang Wentao's nephew's chemical factory business was thriving and making money.

Wang Fengmei built a small factory building in front of her house, which was used to place machinery and equipment and raw materials, and she had greeted Zhang Wentao before, and he also verbally agreed, but after the factory was built, he turned his face, saying that it was an illegal building, saying that she had built it privately and demolished the house within a time limit.

Yang Longfei was frowning about this matter.

Wei Gospel only occasionally heard Wei Si mention it, she paid a little attention to it, but she didn't know the seriousness of the matter.

After school in the afternoon, Wei Gospel stood at the school gate with his schoolbag on his back and kept watching in the crowd, and students came out of it one after another.

Sun Tingting saw it and asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

Wei Gospel smiled and said, "Haha, wait for my sister."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Longfei passed by her with his schoolbag strap.

"Then I'm leaving." Sun Tingting said.

They don't take the same path.

"Well, goodbye." Wei Gospel waved his hand at Sun Tingting.

When she turned around and looked back, Yang Longfei had already walked away, Wei Gospel gritted his teeth and shouted behind him: "Hey, wait for me!"

Yang Longfei still walked forward without looking back.

"This bastard!" Wei Gospel stomped his feet angrily, grabbed the schoolbag belt and ran towards him.

Running to Yang Longfei, she panted and asked, "I called you, didn't you hear!"

"Aren't you waiting for your sister!" Yang Longfei blinked.

"You ......" Wei Gospel was about to suffocate her internal injuries, she had thought of comforting him, but now she couldn't say a word.

Yang Longfei returned to his usual look, reached out and pulled the broken hair in front of his forehead to the back, his demeanor did not decrease, Wei Gospel was the one who needed comfort, her lips moved for a moment, and she walked in the opposite direction without looking back.

I thought: I'm evil, why do you want to comfort him, you don't appreciate it at all, the more you think about it, the more angry you become, and your cheeks are hot.

"Hey, you're on the wrong track." Yang Longfei shouted behind her, grabbed his schoolbag and chased after her.

Wei Gospel ignored him, Yang Longfei chased after him with a smile, and knew that he had fought back.

"Why are you going this way?"

Wei Gospel glanced at him angrily, and said coldly: "Go grocery shopping."

Yang Longfei let out an "oh" and asked, "Were you waiting for me just now?"

Wei Gospel sighed and said, "I originally wanted to comfort you, but it seems that there is no need for it."

"Why not!" Yang Longfei pretended to have a heartache and said, "I'm sad."

"I don't see it."

After a while, Wei Gospel asked with concern: "Is your family okay?"

"Fortunately, Zhang Laosan said that my family demolished the factory within two days, saying that it was an illegal building, which is ridiculous, and his relatives have built fewer houses in Da'an, how can it become an illegal building when they get to my house."

"What did your parents say?"

"Don't worry, as long as money can solve the problem, it's a trivial matter, and it's nothing to demolish the house, I'm just angry."

He said it lightly, Wei Gospel bit his lip and didn't say it.

The two of them came to the vegetable market and didn't say a word to each other, Wei Gospel rarely came to buy vegetables, she didn't like the noisy environment, sometimes Wei Fuhai and Li Yuehua quarreled, she would run out alone, she found that the conflict between her parents could not be resolved in a few words, Yang Longfei took money so lightly, he probably never worried about lack of money.

Two people came to a stall selling vegetables.

"Something."

The stall owner was a chubby middle-aged woman, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.

"Ah, Auntie, how much are potatoes a pound?" Wei Gospel asked worriedly.

"Eight cents a pound." The stall owner said.

"Okay, I'll buy four pounds." Wei Gospel said hesitantly, "Can you help me pick a few good ones?" ”

The stall owner was very enthusiastic to help her pick the potatoes and put them into a plastic bag, just about to put them on the scale, the corner of the plastic bag cracked, and the potato bones in the bag rolled to the ground.

The stall owner looked at him, smiled knowingly, and said, "Whose young man is this, with long eyebrows and beautiful eyes?"

Wei Gospel shook his head, but Yang Longfei was very useful, clapping his hands and saying: "Hahahaha, boss, just by your words, I want all these potatoes."