The answer on the other end of the line was very fast.

Xu Qingzhi asked directly: "I want to ask you something, is it convenient now?" ”

"Well, Zhizhi, you ask."

Huo Fengyan's voice was a little quieter than usual.

Xu Qingzhi didn't think much about it, and asked, "The day before New Year's Day, you were with a woman?" ”

"I worked in the company that day, and I went back to my old house after work, and there were no women." After Huo Fengyan finished speaking, he seemed to remember, "If Huo Ying is also counted, I will take her by the way." ”

Xu Qingzhi had a little bit in his heart, so he guessed that it would be like this.

"I see, did you have lunch?"

"Not yet, it's in a meeting now."

Xu Qingzhi asked, "Now?" ”

"Hmm."

"You're in a meeting, so you're answering the phone?"

"Zhizhi, it's rare for you to make a phone call, thinking you have something urgent."

Xu Qingzhi: "......"

"Then you are busy first, hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingzhi said: "I asked clearly, Sister Ping, that girl is his cousin." ”

Zhou Ping obviously didn't believe it, "Then I misunderstood." ”

Xu Qingzhi didn't want to explain much, and she had a weak relationship with her relatives. The same sister-in-law's family is just thinking about a little bit of the love between the sister-in-law and the sister-in-law, and that's all it takes.

The elementary school was small, and she went to the old classroom to take a look.

When she was in preschool, she was in a dilapidated building that had been demolished, which was later built as a new classroom. The new school building has a fourth floor, which was built by people in the village, most of whom are parents of students, and they are also paid, but they are small, and her parents are involved in the construction.

She studied here in first grade.

The old iron gate here is still there, locked, and cannot be accessed.

Xu Zijun also studied here, this iron gate was still well-behaved in her years, and when it came to her brother's time, every student was playing in line, and the teacher couldn't control it.

Jumping down the stairs several stories high, he grabbed the pole above the iron door with both hands, and his body swung in mid-air.

Everyone has to compare with each other to see who jumped a few more flights of stairs.

In this way, her brother broke his hand and came back crying all the way. was scolded by her parents, sent to the hospital, first cured her hand, tied up, and then beat her buttocks.

At that time, I didn't have a concept, and I said that I was going to go to the school for trouble.

After all, there are so many students, and it is a naughty age, where can a teacher manage it.

Most of the children are disobedient, and the parents will beat them, and the teacher can't be blamed.

Now the door of the classroom on the first floor is ajar, and there are rice bales piled up in the house that I don't know whose family it is.

She took pictures of the old classroom with her mobile phone and shared it with Huo Fengyan.

The old classroom in the photo is different from the clean and tidy classroom in my memory.

I remember that when it was cleaned every Wednesday, the marble floor would be polished with a mop. At first, in order to keep it clean, the teacher asked everyone to take off their shoes and go in, but at a young age, there were piles of shoes at the door, crowded at the door, and they wore shoes for a long time.

Within a few days, this rule was gone.

The yellow paint on the wooden frames, glass windows, and vertical iron rods has been mottled with no traces of the past, only the appearance of rust has been revealed.

There are still some traces of the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom, I don't know how many classes left it, but it must be the last student traces of this school.

A cold wind blew, and Xu Qingzhi heard in a trance that a familiar teacher's voice in the classroom shouted: "One, two, three." ”

The immature children's voices always dragged the tune in unison and responded to the teacher: "Please sit down." ”

The small body is straight, and the hands are crossed on the wooden desk.

This is the new young female teacher, the rules of teaching.

She remembered that winter, when it was snowing heavily, and her parents were afraid that she would be cold, so they asked her to carry the stove at home to school.

There were several people in the class who brought stoves, and those who didn't have other students gathered at the classmates who had stoves to keep warm after class.

The winter was really cold, it seemed to be much colder than in recent years.

At first, she also brought her family's bamboo stove with her, so that she could put her feet on it to warm herself during class, but one time when she was going downhill, she slipped into the snow and fell to the ground, breaking the stove.

Her father used up the paint barrel used by other families, burned holes on both sides, went to the auto repair shop to ask for a thick wire, hooked the hole and wrapped it tightly as a handle, and it became a stove.

Xu Qingzhi likes this stove.

The charcoal inside is not burning, take a wooden stick and flip it over, and turn the unburned black charcoal underneath, the way to quickly ignite it is very simple.

Carrying this stove directly, the arms have to be stretched straight, drawing a large circle, the yellow fire in it is burning very vigorously, and the naked eye can see that the yellow fire is spreading little by little on the black charcoal like a vein.

In the winter, she and her classmates always compete with who wears more clothes and pants today.

She had to wear at least three pairs of pants, one underpants, one woolen pants in the middle, and one fleece black pants on the outside.

Black pants are stain-resistant, and they only take a shower once a week and wear them for a week.

Wear four or five pieces of clothing.

One undergarment, two sweaters, and one coat are either fuchsia or bright red.

The sweater was not bought, either by an aunt or by a relative.

Sometimes she didn't win, and when she got home, she would sue her mother, saying that which classmate was wearing more than her, and she would have to wear two more clothes tomorrow.

Her mother also came with her, and she wanted to add clothes, and her mother really gave her clothes.

In the impression of winter, she is always wrapped like a round little chubby mound.

Of course, in this atmosphere of 'comparing with each other', the students are all in this image without exception.

So many years have passed, and these memories are extremely clear in my mind.

When I was in elementary school, I had very few memories of learning, and most of them played the role of the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother with my classmates during the recess, or pinched the loess in the school flower bed, and played with the water.

There is even a small river next to the school, and the low dirt slope by the river has become a place for everyone to play with the soil.

Dig a hole up and down, fold a wooden stick and stick it into the hole, pour loose soil from above, and after repeated screening, you can get a particularly fine and soft yellow clay.

Even this one has to be compared to see who can sift out the finest yellow mud.

Now that I think about it, what's the point of playing like this?

But at that time, I just thought it was fun.

You can buy a picture of Journey to the West for two cents, and carefully cut it out one by one with scissors.

A clear set is only two cents, but among the classmates, it seems to be the existence of hard circulation currency, and Gu has set a set of rules.

Even when it's a holiday, I can't stay at home at all, and I only stay at home obediently when I eat.

After eating, you can run to your classmates, visit everywhere, or make an appointment to go out and play.

Most of the locations are not a mountain, but a ditch.