One of them is from the ordinary class of the same level, once ran out of the window to Xiang Qing to put a paper scheming love letter, she tore it in public and threw it in his face, he was ashamed and angry, and heard that Zekuan and Yueqing were the most intimate, so he took advantage of school to intercept him.

He pushed Zekuan in his chest and scolded: "You give me some acquaintance, stay away from Yueqing." ”

Zekuan has always been timid and afraid, and he didn't dare to fight back, so he whispered in fear: "We are classmates and at the same table." ”

The man said, "So what, she is mine." ”

Zekuan was very uncomfortable when he heard this, and plucked up the courage to say, "She's not yours, she won't like you." ”

The man became angry, pushed him into the sand pool with all his might, and said, "She doesn't like me now, that's mine, hit him." Several people jumped into the sand pit and beat him.

Zekuan had never fought with anyone, but he was clumsy and parried, and he didn't dare to fight back.

At this time, Wu Yi saw the rush coming, jumped into the sand pool, pulled the three people away one after another, and pulled up Zekuan, pointed to the leader and asked, "Zhao Wencheng, why are you beating him?" "They don't belong to the same class, but they play basketball together and know names.

The man named Zhao Wencheng puffed up his chest and said, "He robbed the person I liked, what if I beat him!" Wu Yi, do you want to cover him? ”

Wu Yi raised his head and said, "What if I just cover him!" ”

Zhao Wencheng said: "You have to have a kind, go to the Cultural Square in the afternoon." ”

Zekuan didn't want Wu Yi to fight with others for himself, and there were many of them, so he persuaded him: "Wu Yi, don't go." ”

Wu Yi said disappreciably: "Don't be afraid. "Since he was a child, he learned boxing and kicking from the master of the village lion dance team, and he didn't take them seriously.

After school at 4:40 p.m., Wu Yi went to the appointment, although Zekuan was afraid, but his friend fought with others for himself, and he also followed hard.

When they arrived at the cultural square in the town, the two sides stood opposite each other on the stage, and more than a dozen students heard the news and came to watch the battle.

Zhao Wencheng asked: "Do you want to fight one-on-one or two-on-two?" ”

Wu Yi gently pushed Zekuan away, and said disdainfully: "He came to see, just me, the three of you go together, explain first, you lose, don't trouble him in the future." ”

Seeing that he was so arrogant, Zhao Wencheng said angrily: "Playing blue ball doesn't mean that you can play, dare to beat the three of us one by one, what if you lose?" ”

Wu Yi still said disdainfully: "I learned to play basketball when I was fighting, I can't lose, don't talk nonsense, hurry up, I still have to fight Street Fighter after the fight." ”

Zhao Wencheng said: "Look at his arrogance, beat him down to see how he is." ”

The three of them stepped forward to attack from three sides, Wu Yi's body shook towards one of them, but he swept towards the other with one kick, knocked him down, grabbed Zhao Wencheng's fist with his backhand, pulled over and blocked the fist of the first person with his arm, and then swept them to the ground with one kick after another.

Zekuan saw his skills for the first time, and he was admired and happy.

Zhao Wencheng and them were unwilling, they got up and fought again, Wu Yi put them down again one after another, and put down two for the third time, leaving Zhao Wencheng behind, Wu Yi asked him with a smile: "What, do you still want to lie down?" ”

Zhao Wencheng was convinced by him, and said: "Don't fight, I will obey you, and I will admit defeat." ”

The three of them were about to leave, and Wu Yi said, "Hey, I'll invite you to eat wonton." ”

The three of them looked at each other, then nodded, they didn't know each other, Wu Yi and Zhao Wencheng became friends again.

After graduating from junior high school, although Zekuan got the fifth place in the town, his family had no money, and his father still owed gambling debts, so he had no chance to continue studying.

Wu Yi's parents wanted him to continue studying, but he didn't want to study, so he went to Guangzhou, Guangdong with the villagers to work.

Yueqing also obeyed her father's arrangement and was going to go to a technical school in Guangzhou, where she had relatives.

Zekuan really wanted to continue studying, he was unwilling, and planned to go to work by himself to earn money and then go to study.

He also wanted to go to Guangzhou to work, but it was not easy to go out to work that year, the fare to Guangzhou and the living expenses before the salary was paid, at least a few hundred yuan, his mother had no money, and there were no relatives willing to lend it to their family if they wanted to borrow it.

Wu Yi called him to tell him that he was very happy working in the factory in Guangzhou, and that there were five or six hundred yuan a month for living and not eating, and the factory was recruiting people at any time.

Yueqing also told him that he was bored at home, and he wanted to go to his relatives' house in Guangzhou in advance to familiarize himself with the environment in Guangzhou.

In the past, he used the school vacation time to go up the mountain to pick herbs, go to the field to dig loaches and yellow eels, and save up the money from the sale to give it to his mother.

Since he was in junior high school, his father basically didn't beat him like before, and he didn't beat his mother anymore, but he was still a good gambler and a drinker, he worked in a quarry, and his income was not low, but his salary was either gambling debts or gambling and drinking, and the family's expenses and his tuition fees were basically earned by his mother who usually grew some vegetables to sell or went to the construction site with his fellow villagers to do some muddy work.

His mother was very supportive of Zekuan and didn't need him to do the family's farm work.

He first went to the mountains to collect herbs, and when they came back, they had to be dried before they could be sold.

When his grandfather was herding cattle, he saw that the herbs were also collected for him.

Grandpa was originally a taciturn person and a generous person, and Zekuan's personality is a bit like him. When Zekuan was four years old, his grandmother died, and his grandfather became even more silent, sometimes not saying a word for a day, but he still loved his only grandson.

After picking herbs for a few days, I went to the fields and ditches to dig loach and yellow eel for two days, because pesticides and fertilizers were used too much, and people often caught them, and there were fewer loaches and yellow eels, and even the herbs were sold for twenty or thirty yuan.

He bought rat cages with his money, and there were many rats in the mountains and fields, and he could sell them for a few yuan a pound in the town, which was faster than picking herbs and digging loaches and yellow eels.

I go to put the rat cage in the evening and collect it the next morning, and if I am lucky, I can catch a few one day.

The big rats can be sold, but the small ones are not wanted, so they can only be killed.

Usually it is drowned in the water, or burned to death, take kerosene and pour it on the rat to light a fire, watch it struggle to die in the cage, or light a fire in an open place and let it out, let it run with the fire, this is a trick that many rural children love to watch.

Zekuan didn't want to see anything drowned in the water, and there was no kerosene at home to waste, so he usually burned him with straw.

He has a good heart, but he is uncomfortable at home, and it is also a catharsis to see a scourge like rats being burned to death.

On that occasion, there was a small mouse that was not sold, and the neighbor's children wanted to see the rats burned, so they stole kerosene from the house, attracting a large group of children to watch.

The rat was not small, and after the fire was lit, he struggled very hard in the cage, probably because the fire had softened the cage's spring, and the rat slammed open the cage door and rushed out, squeaking and flying with a squeak of flames.

The children were laughing and screaming happily.

Zekuan also smiled under the infection of the children's innocent laughter, but his expression suddenly changed when he laughed.

The rat fled to an old house and ran through the crack in the old door, which was the neighbor's firewood and straw house.

He rushed desperately, but the door was locked and it was already on fire.

He banged and kicked the door like crazy, but to no avail, and the fire soon erupted.

Only four earthen walls were burned down of the entire house, and green smoke abruptly rose in the blood-red sunset.

The neighbor pointed at his nose and scolded him, demanding that he pay money.

The father didn't say a word, and picked up the head of the flat and beat it.

He sat on the ground in a daze, looking indifferently at his father's blood-red eyes and the flat shoulder that had been smashed on his head, and there was no fear in his heart.

His mother pounced on him, striking her the back.

Seeing his mother's painful expression, he suddenly bounced up from the ground, pounced on his father like a lion, pushed him to the ground, and roared at him: "Don't beat my mother, beat me and fight with you again!" ”

The father sat on the ground and looked at him in astonishment, as if he did not know his son.

At night, he saw his mother go out, and he secretly followed her, watching her kneel in front of the neighbor's house where the grass house was burned.