In the dark night, your figure flashed, only this flash, and I bent the reeds made of me, I have long been white-headed, I don't want to keep my mouth shut anymore, I want to say out loud that I love you, and what I spit out is still a sigh, in the sigh I finally understand that not love is more difficult than love. One by one, "White-headed Reeds".

The summer vacation of that year passed quickly, and as Cao Xiaoshan said, time was like a fart, and it was already too late when I heard the sound.

Zhang Mian was about to repeat his studies in Gaojia Village, and he knew basically nothing about the village four kilometers away, and the only thing he was certain about was that he couldn't see the swallows often, which made him a little sad.

In July of the year when he graduated from junior high school, after listening to the last sincere lecture of the head teacher, Zhang Lu and his classmates did not have imaginary hugs and tears, no imaginary hysteria, no imaginary eating, drinking parties, and no imaginary night bonfires, and everyone dispersed in laughter.

In fact, it was a beautiful day, and the whole campus was filled with the smell of rice. When Zhang Mian left the classroom for the last time, the sunlight shone on the back row of the classroom through the gap in the plane tree outside the window, and fell on the eight big characters "Work hard, come on for the high school entrance examination" above the blackboard.

Zhang Mian has inexplicable sadness and loss, feeling as if there is something left to do, thinking about it for a long time before he knows to move the stool he is sitting on home, Zhang Mian thinks that his cerebral infarction is estimated to have fallen when he graduated from junior high school.

Some of these students who graduated were admitted to the middle school in the county or the technical secondary school in other places, some simply dropped out of school to help the family take care of farm work or business at home, and some chose to repeat like Zhang Mian.

Everyone has their own destiny, and Sun Li firmly believes that destiny is in God's hands. Zhang Mian still doesn't understand whether his fate is in his own hands or in the hands of God in Sun Li's mouth.

Zhang Mian has found answers in various books, thought cross-legged on the bed, and humbly asked various masters around him.

I remember that once on duty, in the duty room at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhang Mian asked Xiao Wu, a colleague who claimed to be able to count the world and the middle of the air, and who claimed to be Wu Banxian, could read faces.

"Brother Xuan, leave professional matters to a professional person like me, you inquire a little in the whole Shannan, unless you go out and ask the dumb, who doesn't know that I am the one hundred and eighth generation descendant of Wu Daozi, a real professional background, and my roots are Miaohong." Wu Banxian immediately woke up from his drowsy state.

"Isn't Wu Daozi painting?"

"This, I also draw talismans in private, in fact, painting is just a side job of the old master, you are my brother, I treat you as my own person, you have to keep it secret, you also know that the style of our old Wu family is to be low-key and low-key."

"But what tools do you need, yellow paper, compass, or something?"

"That's a trick, used to pretend, there is no Taoist talent for beginners, a master like me, the one hundred and eighth generation descendant of Wu Daozi......"

"Xiaogui, hurry up and put on your sunglasses that are smaller than your helmet for the master." Zhang Mian shouted to another colleague, he really couldn't stand Wu Banxian's face that was better than his own.

The master with sunglasses is really like that, if you take another civilization staff, you can go to the overpass. As an auxiliary policeman, he is really talented.

"Brother Xuan, you are full of heaven, your eyes are bright, and your face is ruddy, this is a sign of great fortune and nobility, but ......" Wu Banxian began to shake his head, and the big sunglasses also rotated clockwise on his face like a fan, but he couldn't shake it off, and Xiao Gui, who was anxious to prepare to slander people on the side, was sweating.

"But a hammer, if you have a fart, let it go."

"But you have been uninhibited and love freedom all your life, and you have a red dust calamity, I will give you fifty and I will break it for you, and give you two hand-drawn evil charms drawn by Wu Daozi for free, and you can also participate in the soup pot of Zwilling when you collect ten pieces."

"Xiaogui, give the half-immortal a light injury"

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Fate will go with the wind, in September, we are here in Gaojia Village.

Zhang Mian's father was riding a bicycle to Gaojia Village, Zhang Mian sat on the back seat of the bicycle, his father was still a middle-aged man, his body was straight and straight, and he was stunned to ride a phoenix bicycle with two large bags of Zhang Mian's clothes on the handlebars into a motorcycle.

Zhang Mian grabbed a bicycle in one hand and carried an old rooster in the other, the old rooster is an old rooster raised by Zhang Mian's grandmother for three years, ready to sell it at a good price during the New Year, but for the future of her grandson, Zhang Mian's grandmother tied the legs of the old rooster with red cloth strips and sent it to Zhang Mian's home, and told Zhang Mian not to play games anymore, and after speaking, he trembled and went back to his old house.

Zhang Mian looked at the faltering back of his grandmother who loved him the most, and nodded heavily at the chicken.

Study hard, and also for grandma.

This chicken, which has lived for three years, probably has never gone far, and looked up at Zhang Mian with a pair of excited corns, and nodded to Zhang Mian.

Ten minutes later, just crossed a stone bridge, arrived at Gaojiacun Middle School, the gate of the school is like a memorial arch, antique, enter the school gate to the left turn the first is Zhang Mian's father's classmate. When you enter the gate, there are three tiled houses on the opposite side, a wing room and a kitchen on the left, and a small courtyard on the right, planted with plantain and some flowers that cannot be named.

My father's principal classmate's surname is Hu, who teaches English, and his lover's surname is Xue, who teaches Chinese, and Zhang Mian calls them Uncle Hu and Aunt Xue respectively. They have a son and a daughter, the son is called Hu Dong, and the daughter is called Hu Xi, Hu Dong is 2 years younger than Zhang Mian, and Hu Xi is 8 years younger than Zhang Mian.

Uncle Hu and Aunt Xue were extremely enthusiastic, Aunt Xue took the old rooster from Zhang Mian's hands and went to the kitchen, Uncle Hu let Zhang Mian and his son into the house, the two old classmates met, there were endless words, Zhang Mian felt bored and walked to the yard to see the few plantains.

Zhang Xuan, who had already graduated from junior high school, didn't know that Ah Bao in Liaozhai had become a parrot. It will be a joke to write a letter to the swallow in the future.

Cao Xiaoshan also said that men don't study and marry an old sow.

In addition to watching the sunset with Cao Xiaoshan on the mound of the wheel kiln factory during the whole summer vacation, Zhang Mian read books for two whole months, from Tang poetry to Song Ci, from Confucius and Mencius to Wang Yangming, there is a colorful world in the book, and it can also comfort the barren life.

The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains.

"You can also recite poems?" Hu Dong asked Zhang Mian with a puzzled expression.

"Know a little bit about it"

"Then I ask you, why can't you turn the plantain red and the cherry green?"

"Yes, it's okay to have green chicken feathers." Zhang Mian pointed to the chicken feathers that Aunt Xue threw in the trash.

Zhang Mian suddenly understood Cao Xiaoshan's eyes when he said why Ah Bao didn't become a dog, with pity and helplessness, as if Zhang Mian had become a pig groom. This makes him embarrassed by this little affection.

At noon, Zhang Mian's father did not leave, and stayed at Uncle Hu's house to eat, Aunt Xue burned the old rooster brought by Zhang Mian. Unless the relationship is very good, there is no need to stick to these inconsequential customs.

In this year in Gaojia Village, Uncle Hu and Aunt Xue absolutely regarded Zhang Mian as their own and cared for them.

When the old rooster is served, the aroma comes to the face, and at that time, except for the New Year's holiday, the guests who are not at home cannot eat the chicken.

Unlike now when dogs are real dogs, vaccines are not necessarily real vaccines.

At that time, the chicken was a real chicken, and the fragrance was also really fragrant.

Zhang Mian's father sandwiched a chicken thigh between Hu Dong and Hu Xi, and the two were happy to be unmoved under Uncle Hu's scolding.

At this time, Zhang Mian found that the old rooster was staring at him, Zhang Mian poked its eyes with chopsticks, what do you mean, there is something to say, you can't look at it.

Aunt Xue thought that Zhang Mian liked to eat chicken heads, so she enthusiastically sandwiched the chicken heads into his bowl.

Zhang Mian and the chicken looked at each other for another half minute, making sure that it really had nothing to say and then put it down.

After drinking tea in the afternoon and settling Zhang Mian, Zhang Mian's father left on a bicycle.

This is the first time that Zhang Mian has left his hometown and relatives in a real sense, although he is only four kilometers away from home, he has left his original environment, his relatives and friends, Cao Xiaoshan and Yanzi.

Cao Xiaoshan went to Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School, and Yanzi repeated his studies at Zhangjiacun Middle School.

They all started a new life.