For Tang Boqiang, who is playing smoothly, the idea is simple: since you can set up this game, there must be a way to crack it, I can't crack it, and you may not be able to crack it, the opportunity is fair.

This game allowed the friends who watched the game to witness what is the perfect combination of luck and strength. Tang Boqiang lost to Zhong Shuisheng in a round of rock-paper-scissors, and of course Zhong Shuisheng took the lead and threw first. Luck is obviously not on Zhong Shuisheng's side, of course, technically, Zhong Shuisheng is not necessarily anything special, at least Tang Boqiang thinks so. It was Tang Boqiang's turn, very relaxed and without any burden, he stared at the olive core in the middle with his eyes, stared for a while before suddenly waving the olive core head held in his right hand and threw it straight towards the target in the middle, it seemed that even the aiming was omitted, Tang Boqiang's olive core head flew straight to the target, directly hit the target, and the target and the olive core head also flew out of this pile of olive cores at the same time, without touching the olive core next to it at all.

Everyone, including Zhong Shuisheng, was stunned, and was silent for a while before hearing Shi Wenhua "Win, Tang Boqiang wins!" Screams. With so many pairs of eyes staring at each other, he couldn't fake, Zhong Shuisheng was convinced.

The strange thing is that after this battle, the children in Octagon Town rarely play this game anymore, because after this war, Tang Boqiang didn't want to play this game, he gave most of the olive pits he won to Shi Wenhua, and his own pile was thrown into a dustpan in the corner of the house, and it was never touched again, and Zhong Shuisheng later stopped playing because of this battle. Without the participation of the strongest, the game will not be attractive to the little playmates of Octagon Town.

In the year of junior high school, Tang Boqiang and Shi Wenhua played all the games that children in Bajiao Town often played at that time, such as throwing cigarette boxes, catching crickets, fishing, and playing sweet potato urns...... It is worth mentioning that Tang Boqiang played these games very well, although he did not play the "brilliance" when throwing the olive core, but it was also recognized by many young playmates.

Despite this, Tang Boqiang knew that there was still one thing in his heart that he had not done. Tang Boqiang has always said to others that he is timid, he wants to do something to prove that he is not timid or even very bold, he thought about it, and finally decided to do what he thought was bold one day in the first semester of the second year of junior high school, and the impact of this incident on him can be described as unforgettable, unforgettable!

The little ones in Octagon love to catch and fight crickets. When they go to the nearby countryside to catch crickets, most of them go together, after all, they all go to the countryside about ten kilometers away from Bajiao Town at dawn, and they can catch crickets in the rural crops, wastelands, and even cemeteries, and there is a popular saying among them that the more dangerous the crickets are caught, the more the crickets can fight, such as in the cemetery, in places where there are many snakes, etc.

Tang Boqiang decided to venture alone to a place called Buffalo Village, which is said to be full of crickets, a dozen miles away from Bajiao Town.

On a Saturday night in the summer of 1976, Tang Boqiang uncharacteristically went to bed early, and before going to bed, he had already prepared everything that should be prepared, such as boxes and small glass bottles (used to hold water for those crickets hiding in deep holes and refusing to come out).

Speaking of sleeping, Tang Boqiang couldn't sleep at all, and he always thought about what time it was. Because there was only one small alarm clock in the house, and it was in his parents' room, he could not tell the exact time, but could only judge by the time he fell asleep and the faint sound of the pendulum clock coming from his neighbor's house next door.

In a half-dream, I vaguely heard the neighbor's pendulum clock seem to ring 5 times, Tang Boqiang turned over and got off the bed, walked to the door lightly and picked up the tools that had been placed there, gently opened the door and gently locked it back, the family who had worked all day did not expect Tang Boqiang to be so bold, and no one found him slipping out of the house.

Tang Boqiang experienced the "darkness before dawn" alone at this time. With the dim street lamp, Tang Boqiang walked quickly to the east of the town, leaving the easternmost Bajiao Town Sports Field, which is equivalent to leaving the Bajiao Town, because Tang Boqiang had been to Buffalo Village with his partner before, and was no stranger to this road, but unfortunately the sky was too dark, and there was no moonlight, so he could only rely on the faint light of the stars in the sky, Tang Boqiang walked alone on the empty village road, surrounded by rice fields, sugar cane fields, sweet potato fields, peanut fields, wastelands overgrown with weeds, and of course scattered graves.

Before the dawn of the summer night, a thin young man, wearing a thin shirt, a pair of old plastic sandals on his feet, and a plastic bag in his hand, the cool night breeze blew from time to time, lifting his thin shirt, but could not stop his forward steps in the starry night.

Listening to the cries of various insects around him, a sense of heroism arose, and in an instant, Tang Boqiang felt that he had grown up, and he was no longer a coward.

According to Tang Boqiang's estimate, it takes about an hour to get from home to Buffalo Village, and if you leave at 5 o'clock, it will be dawn when you arrive at Buffalo Village, which is also the best time to catch crickets. But when Tang Boqiang arrived at Buffalo Village, it was still dark, and he realized that the neighbor's bell had misled him and came too early. Looking around, it was dark, desolate, and lonely, and Tang Boqiang began to be at a loss: in such a dark night, without flashlights and other lighting tools, it was impossible to catch crickets.

Tang Boqiang hesitated for a while, and saw the canal water glittering in the starlight not far away, so he walked to the canal embankment and sat down without thinking. He wanted to wait, because there were all kinds of fields all around, there were no village lights, he couldn't observe the stars, it was impossible to know the current time, and waiting was the only way.

Waiting and waiting, the crickets in a cemetery next to the canal were crying happily, this cemetery Tang Boqiang had also been here before, he was no stranger to it, and he didn't feel any fear, hearing the crickets of so many crickets, Tang Boqiang couldn't help but slowly stood up and walked towards the cemetery.

Crickets are very sensitive and will stop chirping as soon as there is movement. Tang Boqiang walked gently towards a cricket, and he heard a cricket on this mound with a particularly loud cry.

Getting closer and closer, the footsteps are getting lighter and lighter, Tang Boqiang has heard the crickets in his ears, he slowly leaned down, accurately judged the location of the crickets, fortunately, this position is only not high grass, Tang Boqiang bowed his palm and pressed down, and grabbed the cricket, the joy is self-evident, he quickly put the cricket into the box and put it in the box, and walked to a grave next to it, because there are also crickets on this grave.