Zhe Xi soon became a rich man in the eyes of his classmates. In the eyes of most people, I am his bodyguard, and anyone who dares to come to steal money has been beaten away by me. At that time, the equipment was very advanced, and a steel pipe that was not too long was inserted into the elastic of the pants behind it, that is, in the rubber band, and the action of pulling out the steel pipe was domineering.

But only I know the pain, and the elastic tightening is not tight, so the steel pipe always slides down quietly, and it takes a while to reach the gap between the two halves of the buttocks, if there is no teasing! My body had to stand straight at all times, and I had to find a place to hide my murder weapon before I entered the house, and I won't talk about the pain of going to the tuba. Even so, I enjoyed it, especially the end of the steel pipe hitting people had a unique taste, and I was always happy when I thought about it.

I can always have the upper hand in the battle with the Governor, this kid is a typical example of repeated defeats and defeats. Because of the presence of Zhe Xi and Du Du, I don't hate school like everyone else, but I enjoy it, and there are surprises every day. Although many times it is not necessarily happy.

People's dissatisfaction comes from comparison, and it is precisely because of comparison that they know the bitterness and sweetness of life, and it is precisely because there is no comparison that they feel that life should be like this, and there is nothing bitter or bitter. Walking for nearly an hour every day to go to school, or hot as a puppy, or losing consciousness in frozen ears, or laughing and skating all the way home. At that time, there was a rumor that when the ears were cold and unconscious, they must not move, and if they are not broken into several halves, they must be picked up quickly and installed in the original place, otherwise they will never be installed, and they must be symmetrical on both sides! The authenticity is still unresolved.

Also, we only have two sandstorms a year, one for half a year.

So when the study tasks gradually increased, in order to save time on the way to and from school, I started to learn to ride a bicycle. Children like me who don't have a driver's license can only go to places where there are fewer people to practice, otherwise it is always difficult to say if they bump someone. So a few winding paths on the hill behind the house became my practice ground. I have my own standards, and I will definitely not go to this piece of land, the Dead Baby Hill and the National Highway Cave.

There was a hassle with practicing in these places, the thorny weeds around me would always puncture the tires, and I had to carefully control my balance and keep my eyes open to the trail, preferring that I would fall rather than let the tires crush the weeds.

Of course, Zhe Xi wanted to join the ranks of learning to drive, he pushed his bicycle and sang the popular ballad at the time: white dragon horse, hooves facing west, carrying Tang Sanzang and gourd baby, gourd baby

"Stop singing, practice fast!" I'm always a little irritable.

"Singing and practicing don't conflict. The little girl picking mushrooms carried her schoolbag to school," Zhe Xi responded.

We kept falling in the midst of Zhe Xi's singing.

"Ya~La~Suo~, that's Sheriff Black Cat!"

"Gently put it on the back of the child, don't tell him, if you don't open it, you won't open it, my mother won't come back"

"Tunnel war, hey, tunnel war, hey, grandma's Penghu Bay~~~~"

Zhe Xi sang loudly, and our noses and faces were swollen, so we thought of a way. He helped me to balance first, and then I helped him when I was proficient. But the bike was a bit big, and Zhe Xi's strength was a little small, and despite his best efforts, I turned into the weeds, and the sound of the tires deflating was clear and long.

It's getting dark, so let's go home.

I didn't know that Zhe Xi would actually have such a stunt as repairing the tire, and it only took about ten minutes to finish it in his singing.

"When the sun came out, I climbed the hill, and when I got to the top of the hill, I wanted to sing, the grapes were ripe very early, what are you doing now! Brother, I'm done, I'm going home. ”

Zhe Xi repaired the bicycle gave me a lot of shock, and asked myself if I was no worse than others, but how could I not do something that others would do? Because all my mind and energy is focused on playing. Zhe Xi can cook, I can't. Zhe Xi can clean up the house, I never have. Zhe Xi knows how to make money, and I am busy fighting with others. Zhe Xi can talk to his parents for a long time, but I can only talk back.

Suddenly a little sad.

Change is gradual, and growth is only overnight.

I began to think about what is meaningful, what kind of thing is meaningful, how to do it, what it can bring, and why to do it.

These things seem complicated to adults, and some may not be answered, but in the minds of elementary school students, they are very simple, and the meaning is to let parents worry less and worry less, and it is to help them do what they can.

So I started helping them cook, tidy up the house, and even when they went out to play, I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. When I calmed down and studied, I found that the curriculum in primary school was very simple and there was no difficulty at all. But I have a bottom line, if people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if people offend me, although the demon king of the mixed world is good, his wildness is not reduced.

That night, I had a dream that on the hill where I was learning to ride a bicycle, there was a monster that looked like a praying mantis, and it was as high as a ten-story building, and people who passed by would be grabbed by its forelimbs and thrown high into the air to clip it, and the blood was spilled, staining the original green body.

The people in the neighborhood soon spotted the monster and took up arms to fight it, including shovels, hammers, iron rods, hooks, and everything from shovels to hammers. I also found the hidden steel pipe and joined the fight.

When you get closer, you really understand the horror of this thing, and the earth will tremble if you move it casually, and a person will be thrown out if you flick it lightly.

I don't know who took out a bundle of inexhaustible ropes, and a person took one end and climbed up the monster's body, and then swung down, climbed up and wrapped around again, and swung down again.

On the ground we grabbed the rope and tried to get caught in the monster's feet, but the monster only turned around and we were thrown into the air, but I grabbed the rope tightly, fell to the ground and got up quickly to get back to the previous work.

The scattered crowd distracted the monster, and I finally wrapped up the monster and tripped over it, picking up a sword from where and stabbing it into the monster's head.

When I woke up, it was time to get up, wash up and go to school.

Today's lesson was taken away by the parents before it was finished, and they got the news that grandma was sick.

I took the car to the town where my grandmother's house was located, ran to the hospital, and saw my grandmother in a coma in the ward, diagnosed with cerebral hemorrhage hemiplegia, and the possibility of recovery was very low, and she had to sit in a wheelchair from then on, and she couldn't speak.

The atmosphere in the ward that day was like sleeping with four or five quilts, and people were out of breath. I just stood by my grandmother's bedside and waited to wake up.

But this day grandma did not wake up. I followed my grandfather home at night and started dreaming again.

It's still yesterday's place, it's still yesterday's people, and the dead didn't show up, but it was replaced by a monster, a giant caterpillar. The fat body moved on the side of the road, the pure white color and black dots were evenly distributed, and when someone passed by it, it would squirt a mouthful of mucus, and as long as it was glued, the person began to emit green smoke and rot and decompose, and finally only white bones remained.

We started fighting again, and this time the seemingly easy guy brought far more casualties than yesterday. As soon as there is a wound on its body, it will leak mucus, and the same as it spews, and the person who gets it will cry out in pain and die. Sometimes the caterpillar will curl its body into a wheel and roll it in a circle to crush a row to death.

Eventually, I set the weeds on fire and burned them to death.

The next day, my grandmother woke up, as the doctor said, in a wheelchair, lost her ability to speak, and I was in the hospital all day, and when I came home at night, I had a similar dream, except that the weeds had been scorched.

From then on, like a TV series, I dreamed of killing monsters every night, in that place, but there were fewer and fewer people.