As I walked, I told the story of Chen Jin, what he never needed to listen to in class, what he liked to guess riddles, what he could skip grades very early, what he actually hated our math teacher, what Chen Jin's mother Chen Jin's father wanted him to skip a grade, but Chen Jin's father disagreed. Of course, he also told some exclusive secrets that happened when he and I were sitting at the same table.
My exclusive information has made the reporters and teachers very enjoyable to listen to. It is estimated that after the reporters return to the TV station, when chatting with their colleagues, they can definitely gossip about the son of the deputy director in an authoritative manner.
After the gossip got to the third year of high school and started preparing for the interview, several teachers temporarily forgot that they needed to rush me back to the classroom to study hard, so I watched silently.
The TV intern in charge of chores asked me, "Are you interested in interviews?"
I showed a very sunny smile: "The reporter is known as the 'uncrowned king'. I admire the Italian female reporter Farage very much. My ideal is to be a female reporter, preferably a female war reporter."
Several teachers laughed. I guess they felt that I was too naive, but on the surface, I would never put out my ideals. Therefore, no one urged me to go back. The intern beside me warmly introduced me to the reporter's interview. Matters needing attention.
Because I didn't take the shot of the classroom corridor just now, I will add it now. The background of the shot is the students in the classroom who are studying hard, and in front of the camera is the representative of the graduating class talking about their feelings.
Xiaobo was sitting in the classroom reading a book, but he didn't even look up and didn't care what was going on in the corridor. This guy is too hard!
Finally, he seemed to notice something, raised his head strangely, and saw me standing behind the cameraman, staring at him, grimacing at him. Surprise flashed in his eyes, he looked at me for a few seconds, smiled slightly, lowered his head again, and continued reading.
I see everyone staring at the camera, no one paying attention to me, so I keep looking at him. He seemed to know that I was still looking at him, so he changed his posture, put his hand on his forehead, and used his movements to hint me to be more restrained. I laughed and decided not to look at him anymore.
There was a gun on my stomach, but I didn’t feel any tension at all. At first, I felt a little uncomfortable because of the cold. At this moment, the steel is at the same temperature as my body temperature, and I didn’t even feel uncomfortable. No, I seem to be born to be a bad guy.
After interviewing that student, the reporters are going to interview another, and they need to change the scene. The intern asked me if I wanted to go with me. I shook my head: "I've had a good time today, and now I have to go back to study."
The intern was very nice and smiled at me: "Study hard, I wish you an early day to become an excellent reporter."
I smiled and said goodbye to him.
When they were walking towards the stairs, I immediately jumped to the window and whispered to Xiaobo, "Give me the car keys."
Xiaobo didn't ask me any reason, and threw me the bicycle key: "It's parked in front of the building, by the woods, not in the carport."
"After school, help me get my schoolbag."
I grimaced at him and immediately ran down the stairs on the other side, got on Xiaobo's broken bike, and rushed out of the school. I didn't dare to transfer the gun from my stomach to my coat pocket until I was out of school.
I pedaled my bicycle desperately, and I rode for more than an hour at a stretch, and ran to an uninhabited wasteland. Hiding in a remote corner, I took the gun out of my coat pocket and looked at it carefully. It was heavy, and it felt completely different from a toy.
I played with it for a while, took out my woolen gloves, and carefully wiped the fingerprints on the gun. Although I doubt whether our city's detection technology has any fingerprint recognition, TV shows and detective novels are not for nothing. After it was wiped clean, a hole was dug and buried deep.
After disguising the surroundings to be exactly the same as other places, while walking backwards and leaving, while holding wool gloves to sweep away his footprints, he deliberately went to other places and stepped on a few footprints, which may be completely unnecessary, but be careful. Caution is never wrong.
Hop on the bike and ride back, there is a tendency for the wind to pick up, and when the wind blows, the dust will cover up all traces of the bare ground.
Before I got home, it was already dark. I went to return Xiaobo's bicycle, and my schoolbag and bicycle were with him. Although I didn't give him my car keys, he should be fine with opening a bike lock.
He looked at me and said, "The police turned the junior high school upside down today. I heard that they didn't even spare the toilet. Zhang Jun and Hao Jian were taken away. It is said that they are being interrogated in isolation."
I didn't say a word. Xiaobo saw that I didn't speak. Knowing that I wouldn't speak, he said lightly: "This year is the year of the crackdown. No matter what you do, please consider the consequences clearly first." He handed me his schoolbag, "Hurry back Home, your mother must be in a hurry."
I smiled apologetically at him, jumped on the bike and ran home.
I don't know how other people react when they do bad things. I don't have any bad reactions anyway. I eat normally, watch TV normally, and even watch Agatha for a while normally? Christie's case-solving story, and then go to bed.
Lying on the bed, after thinking about Zhang Jun for a while, he slowly fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up, covered in cold sweat. In his dream, Zhang Jun was locked in a prison, with countless iron railings exuding an icy cold light.
I held the quilt tightly, opened my eyes in a daze, and dared not close my eyes, because once I closed my eyes, it was a picture in my dream.
When I woke up in the morning, I went to school as usual. Everyone looked weird. I guess the scene yesterday shocked everyone.
Although the scenes of the police performing their official duties are often seen on TV, when they are really around, everyone is not able to adapt.
Guan He asked me, "Where did you go yesterday?"
"My aunt is here, her pants are soiled, and thinking that there is no class anyway, she hurried home."
Guan He said sympathetically, "Being a girl is really troublesome."
I nod.
Guan He whispered, "Have you heard? Zhang Jun was arrested by the Public Security Bureau."
"Ah? No wonder everyone looks so strange, why?"
"I don't know. The teacher searched our schoolbags and desks, and called out a lot of people who knew Zhang Jun and Hao Jian to ask questions alone." Guan He was dazed, a little dazed, and after a long time, she did She whispered again, "Tong Yunzhu lives near my house, and sometimes we go home together. After school yesterday, I saw Tong Yunzhu crying, I heard before..." She hesitated, I looked at her quietly, She finally decided to trust me, "I heard that Hao Jian was taking drugs. Tong Yunzhu destroyed his drugs several times, and he also promised her to quit, but he always started smoking again after a while."
Tong Yunzhu is one of the beauties in our grade, plus she is Mongolian and can sing and dance well. She is in charge of the class's every year's theatrical performance, so she is very well-known in the grade, but I have only heard of this Hao Jian. He is Tong Yunzhu's boyfriend, and he has been retained in the class, but he seems to be quite honest and has not been very noisy, so I don't know exactly what he looks like. This is really true to an old saying - a dog who bites doesn't bark, and the most famous bad boy in school who smokes, fights and drinks is not actually the worst person.
"Are Zhang Jun and Hao Jian familiar?"
"Unfamiliar, Zhang Jun and Tong Yunzhu have a good relationship, and have nothing to do with Hao Jian."
I'm relieved, that's fine.
Later, Mrs. Wu asked me again why I didn't come back for self-study after the interview yesterday. I told her the same reason. When I encountered such a special event, and I was always unorganized and undisciplined, I didn't ask for leave. Disappeared, Mr. Wu thought it was completely normal.
I went to and from school as if nothing had happened, paying attention to all the gossip news, eager to hear any news about Zhang Jun, but the gossip from my classmates became more and more evil. At one time, it was said that Zhang Jun was taking drugs, and at another time, he was selling drugs. Although I don't know what Zhang Jun did with Xiao Liu, I believe in my intuition and Teacher Gao's judgment. He is not a person who follows the crowd. He should know exactly what drugs are. I don't believe it. He will be contaminated.
Day by day, Zhang Jun was still detained in the Public Security Bureau. I started to feel anxious, but I didn’t dare to show my face. My face must be the same as usual. At this time, I realized that when I stood on the ping-pong table, in front of everyone’s eyes, I forced myself Laughing casually is nothing.
Every night on the "News Network", there will be news about the crackdown across the country. In the past, when I saw this, I felt that I was very far away, but now, I have a feeling that my heart is being provoked by a bayonet.
Two weeks later, the mid-term exam was ushered in, and Zhang Jun still did not come back. After finishing the mid-term exam, he waited until the results of the mid-term exam were announced before he came back.
In the corridor, the moment I saw him, I finally felt that the heart that was hanging on the bayonet had returned to its original place. My heart was filled with joys and sorrows, and the wind was surging, but there was no expression on his face. As usual, he walked straight past him and entered the classroom. Zhang Jun should have received a lot of "education" in the public security bureau. His expression was obviously haggard, and the beard on his face was all protruding. He seemed to be in no mood to pay attention to his appearance at all.
Although Zhang Jun came back, he has been ignoring me, and I also ignored him.
My midterm exam scores improved by twenty places, and I was in the middle of the class. My parents have always had very low requirements on me. I am very happy to see my progress, but Teacher Wu is still depressed. This is the first class she took in No. 1 Middle School. When she took over this class, I was taken by her Supposed to be a student who can win her glory and help her gain a foothold in No. 1 Middle School, but now, I let her down.
Xiaobo's mid-term exam results, no, it should be said that the mock exam, the results are quite good, the forty-ninth grade.
A little over a week later, I was riding my bike home one day when a guy rode next to me. I glanced at Zhang Jun and ignored it. When we got to the place to turn, he pinned me with his car and didn't let me turn, so I could only follow him and continue riding.
He led me to the river, stopped the bike, and asked, "Where's the stuff?"
"Throw it." After saying that, I stepped on the bicycle to leave, and he grabbed me: "I'm not joking with you, return the things to me."
"I said I would throw it away. If you have the ability, go to the garbage disposal plant to find it."
"That thing has an owner. If he can't take it back, he will be very angry."
I sneered: "I'm so scared! Go tell him and let him come to me!"
He stared at me, and I raised my chin and stared at him. Who is afraid of Who
He was silent for a while, then asked, "How do you remember where you left it?"
I stared at him without speaking.
His tone softened: "If I don't take the things back, I'll be in trouble."
I said coldly: "I think you will be in trouble if you take your things back. Article 125 of the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China expressly stipulates that those who illegally store guns, ammunition and explosives shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years; If the circumstances are serious, the sentence shall be fixed-term imprisonment of not less than ten years, life imprisonment or the death penalty!"
He looked at me silently for a while, didn't speak, but smiled, the first time I've seen him laugh since the accident.
I had a sense of frustration with Niu playing the piano, so I opened his hands violently and stepped on the bicycle to leave. He hurriedly grabbed the back seat of my bicycle and dragged me back.
He thought about it and said, "I was detained in the Public Security Bureau for more than two weeks. I thought about what I should and shouldn't think about, the past and the future, and the taste inside was really not very good. Afraid to stay in it from now on."
"You mean you regret what you did in the past?"
He was silent. I stared at him for a while and said, "Get in the car."
He immediately went to get his bike and I took him to where I buried the gun and dug it out.
He wanted to take it, I shrank my hand, held the gun and asked, "Are there any bullets in it?"
He nodded.
"Can you use it?"
He nodded again.
"How to use it? The TV always talks about the safety pin. Where is the safety pin?"
He smiled and said, "This is a double-action trigger. There is no so-called safety catch on TV. If you use a little more force, pull it twice, and the bullet will come out."
I learned how to hold a gun on TV and pointed it at him, and he smiled and said, "This is not fun."
I asked, "What's your favorite food?"
He looked at me in astonishment, I squeezed the trigger with my index finger, and said solemnly, "Answer me!"
"Braised fish."
"Do you like Mom and Dad?"
"do not like."
"Which brother-in-law do you like the most?"
"Second brother-in-law."
I speak faster and faster, and he is brought faster and faster by me.
"Which sister do you like the most?"
"Fourth sister."
"Who are you most grateful for?"
"Teacher Gao."
"Who is the person you hate the most?"
"grandmother."
"Which girlfriend do you like best?"
"All..." After a pause, "now."
I pretended not to notice and continued to ask, "Which classmate do you like most?"
"it's the same."
"Who's the girl you like?"
He laughed, and I shook the gun angrily: "Don't laugh! Didn't you see me holding the gun?"
"Didn't you just ask? My current girlfriend!"
I made a few more random questions, and after I asked them all, I handed the pistol back to him: "Wipe my fingerprints off, you're going to go to jail, don't confess to me, or I'll be a ghost and get revenge on you. ." Standing up, turning around and leaving, he called behind him, "Luo Qiqi."
I turned around and he walked up to me, holding the gun up and down with both hands, pulled the slide down, and heard a soft click. He pressed the gun to my temple and said, "I forgot to teach you a move just now, and now the bullet enters the barrel, and you can shoot it with two clicks."
With a snort in my nose, I said disdainfully, "You dare to shoot!"
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard him pull the trigger, my body shook uncontrollably, his eyes were cold, and the barrel of the gun against my temple was even colder. For the first time, I understood that those people called His "Xiaojun brother" is absolutely for good reason.
Many times, when something happens too quickly, many people have a moment of courage, but sometimes when an event can be filtered through the head very slowly, it feels completely different. Courage does not condense with time. , but dissipates over time.
This is how I feel now, the coldness of the gun barrel seeps into my temple little by little, I sneered at the beginning, to gradually believe that he really could shoot, and even analyzed it in my heart like a geometry problem. Even if you kill me, no one will know. First of all, he and I have never met, and we have not spoken to each other for three years; secondly, no one knows that I hid a gun for him, let alone why I am in the wilderness, and he has no motive to kill me at all; thirdly, As long as he kills me and treats the corpse in a certain way, he can easily lead the police to other directions, and I believe that the police in our city can never be as capable of solving crimes as Agatha? Christie's detective...
"It's my turn to ask you a question. I ask a question, and you answer it immediately without hesitation." His voice interrupted my logical analysis, and I could only concentrate on his question.
"what is your favourite food?"
"Kebab."
"Do you like your parents?"
"do not like."
"Do you like your sister?"
"do not like."
"Who is your favorite relative?"
"Grandpa."
"where is he?"
"died."
"Who are you most grateful for?"
"Teacher Gao."
"Who is the person you hate the most?"
"Zhao."
"Is Xu Xiaobo your boyfriend?"
"no."
"Do you love Xu Xiaobo?"
"do not love."
"Who is your best friend?"
"Xiaofei."
He looked at me and asked no more questions. I asked in a dry voice, "Are you finished?"
He took the gun away, and I immediately ran to my bike, got on it, and pedaled as hard as I could, trying to get away from him as quickly as possible.