Endless mountains, potholes and winding mountain paths, a postman dressed in green, and a big golden deer bicycle in the 80s that rings nothing except the bell rings under his crotch. Hum hum, butt pout, ride into a small village in the col.

"Fierce son! Mail! The postman shouted at the top of his voice at a dilapidated courtyard.

"Mail your grandma! Damn, teasing Lao Tzu is not, who sent me some bullshit mail! With a rude shout and scolding that rumbled like thunder, a shirtless man walked out of the courtyard in three or two steps.

I saw that this big man's slightly old face looked like he was about to be 30 years old, more than 1.9 meters tall, and his upper body bulged with bronzed muscles. Messy hair is shiny and shiny, and it probably hasn't been washed for at least a month. The inch-long stubble on the chin gives people a rough and lazy feeling. The slightly dark face is angular, and it has a bit of Stallone flavor. At a glance, people know that this is a man that can only be conceived by mountains!

Compared with the man's appearance and figure, what attracts more attention are his two arms. It's not that his arms are so handsome, but the contrast.

The right arm is unusually thick, the forearm alone is as thick as the thigh of an average child, the wrist is the thickness of a small bowl, and the swollen biceps brachii triceps is covered with earthworm-like bruised tendons. His left arm, on the other hand, is the opposite of his right. Dry as firewood, a slightly wrinkled layer of skin wrapped around two fragile upper limb bones, and hung down weakly.

Disabled, muscular atrophy gravis in the left arm. In order to prevent the left arm from swinging around and affecting the work, the man tied the wrist of the left arm at the waist with a trouser belt and fixed it at his side.

"What's the matter? There's a fart to let go, I'm cooking! The man shouted at the postman, though they were less than two meters apart in total.

The postman smiled, stretched out his middle and index fingers at the man, hooked his hands, "Smoke." ”

"Damn!" The man scolded, "You're still addicted, aren't you?" ”

"I'll play you a ball!" The postman also stared, bluffing and shouting, "Do you want this mail or not!" ”

"Huh?" The man couldn't help but let out a soft snort, "Is there really my email?" ”

"Smoke comes." The postman still held out two fingers, looking swaggering.

"If you kid dare to coax me, I'll pinch your eggs for you!" Men threatened. Then he fumbled around his body for a long time and found a pinched cigarette case. There are only two white lotus in a box of triangular coins.

The man gently swept it with one big hand, skillfully shook out a cigarette, and threw it directly to the postman. Now there was only one cigarette left in the cigarette case, and the man pursed his lips and took it back first.

"Phew! Not even a filter. The postman had a cigarette in his mouth, gesturing at the cigarette that had not yet been lit.

"Ball goods! Bullying Lao Tzu is a cripple, isn't it! Seeing that the postman asked him to light a cigarette, the man could not help but curse, but at the same time he had already taken out a box of matches from the square crotch pocket of his jacket.

I saw that a few fingers as thick as a carrot in his right hand deftly pushed open the matchbox, and then clamped the matchbox with his left armpit, which could be used a little force, pinched out a match, and swiped it with a 'snort'.

After lighting a cigarette for the postman, he shook his hand to extinguish the match, and caught the matchbox that had fallen loose from his left armpit, and then put it in his large crotch pocket.

"Whew...... Ahem...... Damn, this smoke is really good! The postman almost choked on tears as he held the cigarette, but he couldn't help but take a few puffs greedily, and only half of the cigarette was left in an instant.

"If you get a little fucking cheap, you can sell it well, hurry up and bring it, and the fire at the bottom of the pot in Lao Tzu's house should be extinguished after grinding for a while." The man stretched out his hand directly and said impatiently.

"Bring it? What the? The postman looked at the man blankly.

"Your kid's eggs are really itchy, aren't they?" The man had a tiger face, and a large hand creaked.

"Hehe, don't, don't, just give it to you." The postman hurriedly smiled, then took out a colorful mail from the shriveled green parcel and threw it directly to the man.

"Sign your name here." Before the man could see what the mail was, the postman reached for a pamphlet and said.

Fortunately, the man also swept the illiteracy, clipped the mail under his armpit, twisted a ballpoint pen tied to the booklet with a thin thread, and wrote the word 'Liu Meng' crookedly.

"Mengzi, isn't it time to have a treat? Invite me to a drink, and the money will be free. The postman said with a grin as he held his cigarette.

“…… I invite you woman! What the hell is this an admission letter! When the man named Liu Meng saw the contents of the mail cover, he suddenly raised his head and scolded the postman directly.

"Hee-hee...... It's an admission letter, and I don't know which unlucky school actually recruited you as a bear student. The postman shook his head and sighed.

"Recruit your woman! When did Lao Tzu apply for school! You fucking deceived Lao Tzu with a wrong email and a cigarette, I'll strangle you! Liu Menghu's face was hugged, his arm was holding the mail, but a big hand was stretched out to the postman's neck.

"Wait, Mengzi, you still want to know how short the skirt of the village woman is!" The postman hurriedly waved his hand, no one in these ten miles and eight villages didn't know that Liu Meng had a strong hand, he didn't dare to try it easily, and hurriedly argued, "Look at the address on the recipient, Liu Meng, No. 213, Evil Water Village, Poor Mountain Township, where is the slightest mistake!" ”

"Huh? Also. Liu Meng stopped at this time, and couldn't help scratching his messy hair with his big hands, "This is the fuck, who has nothing to do to make fun of Lao Tzu!" ”

"Not necessarily, you see what is written on it, Chedan International School China Campus, as soon as you hear it, it is a great big school! I heard that there is a one called Fudan in Shanghai, and the cow is very good, and this car is definitely not bad! The postman came over and said in a sly manner.

"Get out! Don't be happy with Lao Tzu's poverty! "Bai took a cigarette, where is Liu Meng angry.

"Phew!" The postman spit out the cigarette butt that was about to burn to his lips, stepped on the big golden deer and pulled the handlebar to turn around, and waved his hand at Liu Meng with a smile, "Mengzi, you can study it yourself, I still have two villages to run." Damn, it's dozens of miles of mountain roads again! By the way, don't forget to call me before school! ”

"I'll call you woman at night!" Liu Meng looked at the postman's back and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, a cigarette.

"Che Dan, Che Dan, I think it's...... Huh......" Liu Meng couldn't help but be stunned, it's really fucking bullshit!

When he returned to the house, the fire under the stove had already been extinguished, and he didn't bother to raise it again. Throwing the mail onto the small, black, oil-stained table, his palm pressed against his two fingers and pinched the tear, tearing it apart little by little. When he was completely torn, he shook it out, but he wanted to see who was talking nonsense with him.

What disappointed Liu Meng was that there was only one piece of paper in such a big email, the admission notice.

Liu Meng looked carefully at the admission letter in exchange for a cigarette, and he really did a decent job. Not only is all the information complete and clearly written, but there is also a two-inch bareheaded photo of himself in the upper left corner. Photo? Liu Meng was stunned again, he had never taken a photo in his life!

This can't really be an admission letter, right? Liu Meng couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Although he had never been out of the mountains, he had an old semiconductor like a square box at home, and he had long known from there how short the skirts of the women in the countryside were, and where to use the postman to tell him.

My father and mother died early, the family was so poor that he was disabled, and although he looked good, no one in ten miles and eight villages wanted to marry him. So Liu Meng, who is 23 years old, is still a single. A 23-year-old man, in the ravine, the average child should be five or six years old running around the mountain. Liu Meng, who doesn't have a daughter-in-law, holds semiconductors every day to listen to questions similar to the skirts of women in the township, but occasionally hears about the university called Hedan.

This Chedan may really be similar to that Fudan! Liu Meng thought stupidly.

But when he took a closer look at the admission letter, he couldn't help but curse again. The site of the Chinese campus of Chedan International School actually reads, '300 meters east of the big willow tree in the back mountain of Bad Water Village, Poor Mountain Township'.

Big willow tree in the back mountain? Isn't it just the place where I go to herd cattle every day, what the hell is there a bullshit international school when the hell is there!

"What bullshit school!" Liu Meng scolded and scolded, and directly crumpled the admission letter into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket. This piece of paper is not bad, and you don't have to look for dirt everywhere when you go to the toilet in the future. But a cigarette for a butt wiping paper is really expensive, Liu Meng's face is bitter.

It's not a hassle to relight the fire and still be alone.

After lunch, I rubbed at home for a while, and it was almost afternoon, and the old cattle tied in the yard should be hungry. This cow can't go hungry, and much of the work in the field depends on it. Liu Meng untied the rope and led the cow out of the door, and he didn't bother to lock the door, anyway, he had nothing to steal.

Liu Meng led the cow with his hands behind his back and walked leisurely to the back mountain.

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