This kind of blockage has happened many times, and the classmates have already taken it off. I had to bite the bullet and be brought to school by my cousin.
In June, the sun hadn't set, and the weather was surprisingly hot. Standing on the sidewalk of the tree-lined road, Zhang Shuang and I walked side by side, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly tense.
"I heard that you have been going on a short run in class recently. Is it because of Yafeng?"
"Well, the death of cousin Yafeng was caused by me after all."
"A person's life and death cannot be changed by personal will."
"But sometimes personal will can save the world."
"You have also seen the six-person walk."
"of course."
What a cousin, she used the lines of six people to deal with this author. However, I really thank my cousin for enlightening me.
"Well, my cousin will take you to eat popsicles."
"Well, thank you cousin." After speaking, I lifted the schoolbag on my shoulder.
In 1995, we were at the airport station.
You lend me and I don't want to return it.
That backpack is full of souvenirs and tribulations.
There are patterns left by friction.
Your backpack, it's still not bad.
Has become the other half of my body.
The daughter does not change, it is already familiar with my sweat.
It is the ring on my shoulder.
"What are you humming?"
"It's nothing."
"However, you still don't seem to grow taller, Xiaoyi."
"is it."
"Yes it is."
My cousin and I had a conversation without a word. The two children were walking on the street that was about to be expanded. The prelude to the 1990s has already begun. This small city is about to enter the fast lane of development and construction, and my hope , Is also about to be realized.
For the exam a week later, I was the first to walk out of the exam room under the watchful eyes of the representative of the fat woman who was the Chinese teacher and head teacher.
In the past six months, I have deeply realized that to become a child prodigy, you must start as small as possible.
So heroes, give me some flowers
At the end of 1991, when the red "color" Soviet fell and splashed a large swath of historical dust.
During the late summer and winter, I rejected the kindness of the head teacher who asked me to be the representative of the Chinese class, but again, I still enjoyed the joy of seeing me this time.
My father was a man who was unwilling to be ordinary. When the term "Lord Lord" spread to the South, he decided to quit his job and run the border trade. My mother looked at my grades and performance, and resigned as a teacher in the 1990s. In the eyes of the audience, they went to the border with their father.
At this time, in addition to being forced to lay off, voluntary resignation is still a scourge for most Chinese people. The actions of fathers and mothers are seen by many people, and they are also ridiculed by them, but when they are in After Russia made its first pot of gold, no one can deny their two eyes.
I still live at Bai Ye’s house, but the New Year’s Day is obviously an exception. Grandpa joked at the New Year’s Eve dinner table that Bai Ye wanted to hire me to be a son-in-law. Looking at the table full of surprises, I used the purest Looking at you with an innocent expression, I thought to myself that it was obvious that I was okay.
But after all, no one believes this. After all, Bai Qiongyi, granddaughter of Grandpa Bai, is about to graduate from University, and it is obvious that the age gap is too huge. Although the second granddaughter Bai He is the same age as me, in their eyes, the "sex" of these two little guys are too different, and there is no future at all.
And I personally think that although this girl admires passer-by very much, considering her lukewarm attitude towards me, she does not have any talent for gossip.
Speaking of passerby B, his current reputation is so high. He has become the main author of Nanfang Weekly. In the past few days on New Year's Day, I have to send them two serials, and then add the novella, on average. It turned out to be 85 yuan per thousand words.
There are already more than 50,000 yuan in my bank account book. The Bai Ye who keeps me secret is dead and alive. I can’t figure out why my granddaughters like these things that I wrote. I am too lazy to explain to his old man. This is the legend. The generation gap.
This time the serialization took the dark route, and I thought that I should also play a big one. The last time I wrote it was not painful or itchy, and there was no old scholar who came all the way to fight me.
The second chapter is named "2086 AD". While remembering my PHS number that has not yet come out, the content of the novel is also quite dark. I began to refer to the worldview of "Radiation", describing the earth after the nuclear war, but I thought about it. , This nuclear war is not something my age group can think of, so after reading through countless Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japanese and Korean novels in my mind, I decided to set the era as humans and robots under the background of World War III in the near future. The war drama between them completely subverts the protagonist's theory of invincibility. The ending is that the role of justice is completely wiped out. It is the traitor who caused their deaths, and the man shot and killed the captain and the female doctor and girlfriend. But he did not have a good result. The robot executed him in the name of not needing a traitor, which was a perfect irony of the "sexual" ending.
I feel good about the "sex" of the dark people in the dark age, and it should be able to cause the old scholars to fight with me.
And passer-by B should also announce his withdrawal from China's marsh-like magnificent and juicy literary scene after the war.
I have to settle down to make money. I have lived through it once, and I have seen everything through. This relative is good but I can’t rely on them forever. I don’t want to be rich, but I don’t want to be looked down upon. I think of Shaoman in the future. In the past few decades, all Luo Li Yu Jie has turned her head to nothing, only gold and money is the last word for him!
And there is a silly girl waiting for me to take care of it.
On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, at a separate meal between Bai's house and Bai Ye, I proposed to open a store, and Bai Ye nodded.
"What do you want to drive?"
"Cold drink shop."
Master Bai sprayed alcohol directly onto my face.
"Now this cold weather can be changed to a breakfast shop, and bread and the like can be taken directly from my uncle."
After washing my face with a "mao" towel, I looked at the white master who was disbelieving and explained.
"Your fourth uncle from the Lu family."
"I mean the Zhang family. My surname is not wrong with Lu, but what does the Lu family do to me."
"Yes, I'll listen to you. I'll do the license. Where's the shopkeeper?"
"Master Bai, you have an idea, you decide, I only want reliable people."
"Okay." After receiving my passbook, Mr. Bai looked at the numbers inside: "How many stores are you going to open?"
"Two, one is facing the gate of t, and the other is facing the gate of k. You always look at the storefront for me."
"Good idea, if you are short of money, Lord Bai can help you make up, I just don't want to rest."
"Thank you, Lord Bai."
Looking at the white master, I think this is probably the legend of listening to the year-end acquaintance.
Nothing happened all night, but things broke early in the morning.
I'm used to getting up early in the morning and running around, so when I opened the door of Lord Bai's house in my clothes, I looked at a man and a woman at the door in surprise. She was wearing a black down jacket holding a microphone and carrying a camera. He was wearing a white down jacket.
"Little brother, is Bai Qiongyi at home?"
The beauty reporter pointed at me offensively with an interview microphone.
"She's here, are you looking for him?"
Oh, the cake, the camera, I knew I had to wash my face more like this.