It was the first autumn after SARS, and Zeng Fan officially entered middle school from primary school. On the Loess Plateau in September, the weather has cooled up, and it is even a little chilly in the morning and evening. In the small town of Shanhe Town, the weather on this day was surprisingly good: the sun was shining and the sky was cloudless. Wildflowers and weeds also seem to be racing against time to enjoy the pleasant time before the cold winter, stretching their branches and leaves, and basking greedily in the sun.

From a distance, you can see two student-like people walking on the main road. One of them was dressed in a sportswear, with his hands in his trouser pockets, but the placket was left open, allowing the hem of his shirt to rise gently in the breeze. The other was dressed in a denim outfit, his hair almost covering his eyes, and there was no expression on his face.

"Hey, you say, time flies so fast, I remember that not long ago we were in preschool, and we were already in junior high school at this time," Zeng Fan kicked a stone far away as he spoke, as if the stone had stolen his time, "Do you have a feeling of 'only a few months in the cave, and a thousand years in the world'?" This is an "allusion" in the primary school text "Prison Party", Zeng Fan is quite proud of his erudition.

Zeng Fan didn't want to see the primary school so much, mainly because the whole class had to sing a song every day after school, and then leave the school gate in a neat row. There are not so many rules in middle school, as long as the bell rings at the end of class, everyone flocks out, and it is useless for the principal to come. What he liked the most was the way middle school students walked out of the school gate with their shoulders on their backs, so to hell with the singing.

"Nope." Gu Ming replied lukewarmly.

Zeng Fan seemed to have gotten used to his coldness, and didn't care, and then said: "Can't you just take care of my face and say 'yes'?" As he spoke, he deliberately pretended to be pitiful.

"Yes." Gu Ming still looked careless, but there was obviously a smile on her face.

"Hehe, it's not necessary", Zeng Fan smiled bitterly, and there was an embarrassed look on his face.

The two were silent for a long time, but Zeng Fan talked a lot, and opened his mouth again: "What do you think of our new head teacher?" ”

"I can't tell."

"I think she must have just been assigned this year, and she has no prestige, and she will definitely be angry and bullied in the future."

At this time, the two had crossed the Dinghe Bridge. Speaking of this bridge, it is really a bit of a history, it is said that it was built by the Soviet Union in the 50s of the last century. I don't know how the steel of the Soviet Union was made, that is, it was strong, and after more than half a century of wind and rain, it is still intact. However, Soviet experts obviously underestimated the strength of the hardworking and brave Chinese, and when Zeng Fan was still in elementary school, the steel guardrails on both sides of the bridge were "borrowed" by nearby residents using various tools, but no one cared how it was made, and now only a few Soviet steel are still living there.

Originally, the Dinghe Bridge was used to walk through the train, and there were sidewalks on both sides of the tracks, which was unusually wide. Whenever the train whizzes by, standing on the sidewalk on the side is very exciting and very windy. After the train was diverted and the tracks were removed, people in the vicinity became emboldened and removed the steel on both sides of the bridge. No one has ever cared about this kind of socialist steel, and if Aunt Zeng Fan had become the president of the People's Commune, this kind of thing would definitely not have happened.

Dinghe Village is a lucky village, no one starved to death in the 60s, and no one was shot when he later engaged in the "railway guerrillas". As the saying goes, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, Dinghe Village has neither mountains nor water, so it can only eat the railway. In fact, people from all over the town along the nearby railroad line do just that. At that time, the train burned coal, and the speed was not very fast, and the passing trains had to be filled with water before passing through Shanhe Town in order to climb the hill, which was the best time to climb on the train. The next step is to load coal in a race against time, the tool is a fertilizer bag prepared in advance, and all the loaded coal is placed on the side of the carriage, like a fat pig being slaughtered. When they arrived at the agreed place, the people in the car pushed all the coal down, and someone below answered them.

At first, I only did this at night, but then I did it during the day when I was bold. As the saying goes, support the bold and starve the faint-hearted. It wasn't until someone hit the idea on the steel that the local police station made a lightning move. The country is in the four critical stages of modernization, and it is unbearable to dig into the corners of socialism even if it does not contribute to the country's construction.

Many villages and towns have been severely cracked down by the police station, and some villages have become famous "widows' villages" because the men in some villages have been arrested. If the circumstances are serious, he directly ate the gun. Dinghe Village could not escape justice, some people hid, and some people were arrested. The arrested person did not stay in the bureau for two nights, so he recruited all of them, and took the police to dig steel in his own field in the middle of the night. In addition, those who turned themselves in and were arrested were sentenced to a few years at most, but no one was shot because of this.

Zeng Fan's Dinghe Village is only half an hour's journey to Shanhe Middle School, and after crossing the Dinghe Bridge, it is considered to have completed two-thirds of the whole journey. Shanhe Middle School is much higher than the road, and you can see the dense towering poplars in the school from afar, as well as the fluttering national flag.

When Zeng Fan and Gu Ming arrived at the classroom of Class 4 of the first year of junior high school, it was almost full, so they randomly found two vacant seats to sit down - before the seats were divided, everyone sat randomly, and those who knew each other chatted together. Zeng Fan and the others came in and didn't attract much attention, but Gu Ming was a little uncomfortable.

In fact, there are many people in this class that they all know. There are four classes in the first year of junior high school, and there are no other middle schools nearby, except for the graduates of Shanhe Primary School, the graduates of other elementary schools in the vicinity also come here to attend junior high school. There are also a number of repeaters who have been relegated or relegated.

Not long after Zeng Fan sat down, a person who was not tall, wore a denim jacket and a pair of glasses and looked like a schoolgirl came in. Zeng Fan recognized that this was their homeroom teacher Chen Fang. Chen Fang called a few boys in the front row and walked out of the classroom again. It wasn't long before they each came in with a dozen new books. After the new book was distributed, the students were about to leave, but Chen Fang announced loudly on the podium: "Don't leave yet, let's elect the class president now." Whoever has been a squad leader before, please stand. Zeng Fan stood up honestly in line with the principle of honesty and trustworthiness, but only after standing up did he find that he was "a lone show". At this time, many people in the class turned their heads to look at him, and he was a little embarrassed, so he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be shy. In his heart, he secretly regretted that he was strong, and "the gun shot the first bird".

"What's your name?"

"My name is Zeng Fan." Zeng Fan felt empty in his heart.

"Hasn't anyone else been a squad leader?" Chen Fang looked around with inquiring eyes, and saw that no one stood up anymore, so she completed the task and said, "Okay, for the time being, Zeng Fan will be the president of our class." Tomorrow is the official class, 7:20 for morning exercises, everyone should not be late. After Chen Fang finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Only Zeng Fan can't say it. Because of the "old horse knows the way", Chen Fang let the people who used to be squad leaders stand up, and everyone else is "good horses don't eat back grass", but they don't know this truth, and they just hope that they won't be "shrouded in horse leather" in the future. However, thinking that Chen Fang just said that he would be the squad leader for the time being, Zeng Fan was also relieved. In junior high school, you don't have to wrap book covers like elementary school, and you can easily take half an afternoon, Zeng Fan drove away the unhappiness and went home with Gu Ming.