Chapter 11: Between Men and Men

Bai Guanglei!

I didn't expect that there were friends in Shi Haotian's text messages who came from afar and rare guests to be this guy!

When did these two become friends? And they sat together like this and sang about wine!

Between men and men, sometimes it's really strange and unspeakable.

Bai Guanglei transferred to our school in his sophomore year of high school, and his grades were good, but he always looked like a gangster, liked to wear clothes with metal sequins, and liked to whistle to girls in the past.

At that time, I didn't know how I provoked him, every time I went to the cafeteria to eat, no matter where he was in line, when he saw me, he would cut in front of me, and every time I was eating, he was always grinding, and after I finished fighting, I also helped others fight, which made me feel upset about waiting.

Once I just finished cooking, the lunch box was knocked to the ground by him swaying left and right, and the food spilled all over me, and before I could say anything, Shi Hao, who had been watching him unpleasantly for a long time, rushed up.

The two of them fought like two angry lions in the cafeteria, crackling, and the whole cafeteria was instantly in chaos and chaos, the students who were eating screamed and fled in all directions, and finally seven or eight teachers together restrained the two angry lions.

The final outcome was that Bai Guanglei made a review at the school assembly, and Shi Haotian was persuaded to retire.

I can't help but sigh a little that such two people can become friends.

It turned out that Bai Guanglei's university was also in the city, and he had long wanted to come and see us.

I asked Bai Guanglei: "Why didn't you go to Dajing and go to Beijing, and you ended up here?" ”

Bai Guanglei replied to me: "I also want to go to the heart of our Chinese people, but unfortunately we fell off the list, so we had to live here, I didn't expect that you were actually in this city when I inquired, it's really good!" ”

asked me again: "Xu Daosheng, you liar, didn't you also want to go to Dajing back then, with your skills, Peking University and Tsinghua University should have no problem?" ”

"Hehe, I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of what happens, it's better to get insurance here." I'm struggling haha.

Yes, once all the people thought I would go to Dajing, my grandmother had whispered in my ear countless times that Dajing was a great place, in the hearts of their generation, Dajing, sacred and solemn, there were too many things they longed for and touched in person, and every old man in the village was proud of having been to Dajing or having relatives and friends in Dajing. I've thought countless times that one day I'll be proud of my grandmother: her granddaughter is in the best university in Dajing.

But when I attended the high school where my father had studied and taught, my father's breath suddenly came to my face.

Although no one on that campus knew that I was my father's daughter, I remember the house we used to live in, red bricks and red tiles, in front of which was a row of dwarf holly, with white flowers, and on the edge was a tall camphor tree, and some of the mooncakes and daisies planted by each family.

When my father was there, he planted a crane orchid in front of the house, but unfortunately he didn't see the flowers yet, and somehow it withered.

I still vaguely remember the way my father held me on his lap and drank, I remember my father clumsily braiding me when my grandmother was away, I remember crying and asking why everyone else has a mother, what about my mother, my father raised a thick slap to beat me, but finally held me tightly in his arms.

I miss my father, he chose this university so persistently, and I, like him, just so insistent on wanting to come here.