Golden Greenery

The old Director Lu of the police station in the area under his jurisdiction has already called Yang Hong several times, urging Zhuo Yang to never beat anyone again, and it will be very difficult for Director Lu to do so. The son of the old horse in the village in the city, his back molars were all slapped out. Lao Ma has been the party secretary for nearly twenty years, and it was the first time he rushed to Lao Lu's office and slapped his desk loudly. Poor director Lu's big orange can, glass bottle and teacup were knocked to the ground and smashed to pieces. That thing can empty an entire thermos of water at a time, and it is simply not available now. Director Lu is so distressed...

Director Lu's only daughter is a student in Teacher Yang Hong's class.

Fatty Wang, the director of the Security Department of the Military Academy, also approached Zhuo Tongtong several times.

"Brother Zhuo, Big Brother Zhuo, Professor Zhuo, let your son not get into trouble, please."

Zhuo Tongtong was surprisingly popular in the compound.

Fatty Wang had an ambiguous affair with a laid-off textile worker who looked exactly like a Uyghur girl, but was found out by his wife. After that beating, every man he saw felt trembling in his liver. After returning home, he tried his best to treat his wife well. In a short time, many models of loving wives and family models emerged. Fatty Wang's wife was going to the head of the hospital to expose her husband and make a mess of Fatty Wang, but she was stopped by Zhuo Tongtong earnestly. Not to mention, Zhuo Tongtong's bookish attire coupled with black-rimmed glasses really looked like a friend of middle-aged and elderly women.

Yang Hong broke out completely. The feather duster slapped Zhuoyang's butt like it didn't want money, watching his father Zhuo Tongtong's mouth twitch, and his sister Zhuo Qiuqiu hiding in the small room and secretly wiping away tears.

Out of awe of his mother since he was a child, Zhuoyang didn't dare to dodge at all, he gritted his teeth and hardened his buttocks, imagining that he was a qigong master, and opened up Ren Du's two veins to remove a golden bell cover for his buttocks.

This kind of corporal punishment is called "fried meat with bamboo shoots" among the people, and every mother in China is self-taught and skilled at using it at will. For seventeen years, Zhuoyang has been very familiar with the taste of this dish, and his thick-skinned buttocks don't take feather dusters as a big deal anymore.

For Yang Hong, who is graceful and frail and has never refused to exercise, the physical energy consumed by this chicken feather dance is no less than that of a soldier holding a bayonet on the high ground and slashing an enemy company.

Half an hour later, Yang Hong, who had calmed down a little, looked at her son who was still pouting his buttocks and dared not move, tears fell down her cheeks.

"Tell you not to associate with those bad boys, but you just don't listen. Let's see what you have learned from them?"

Every mother thinks that her child is good, and the reason why she learns to be bad is the fault of others. Either be led bad by bad friends, or framed by bad children.

Yang Hong had a classmate's son who, after getting drunk with a group of friends, mutilated a girl by turns and was sentenced to a heavy sentence. But Yang Hong's classmates insisted that her son was innocent, and that the reason for his mistake was that his son was persecuted by bad friends, and that the girl who was victimized was a broken shoe, and she seduced her son. Then they kept petitioning.

Protecting the shortcomings is a common characteristic of every mother in China.

Seeing his wife crying, Zhuo Tongtong was so distressed that he ran over as if his butt was on fire.

"Honghong, calm down, don't get angry. You are tired, take a break, I will help you continue to beat."

Zhuoyang: "..."

Zhuo Qiu also hurried out, putting his arms around Yang Hong's arm.

"Mom, don't cry, brother knows it's wrong."

Zhuo Tongtong turned her head and shouted at her son: "Look at how tired your mother is, why don't you hurry up and admit your mistakes. You little bastard!"

Yang Hongfeng's eyes were full of tears, and she stared furiously.

"Who are you scolding? He is a little bastard, so what am I?"

Zhuo Tongtong: "..."

Zhuo Qiuqiu: "..."

Zhuoyang: "..."

After the typhoon,

The raging sea will eventually calm down. Qiantang is tidal, and the tide is receding, but the river will still show its usual serenity and peace.

Yang Hong decided that after graduating from high school, Zhuoyang would go to study abroad in Hannover, Germany. There are three reasons.

First, it can keep the son away from bad friends. Don't believe that they can go to Germany to bring Zhuoyang to harm?

Second, the piano department of Hannover University of Music is ranked first in the world. Be number one, not one.

Third, there is no reason, the old lady has the final say.

For others, Hannover University of Music is out of reach, but for Zhuo Tongtong and Yang Hong's family, it is not a distant mountain that cannot be touched.

The Hannover University of Music has a very high reputation internationally, especially its piano major, which has been ranked first in the world for many years. The Hannover University of Music is a public university. Although it does not have terrifyingly high tuition fees, its enrollment conditions are very strict.

In addition to recruiting music talents with certain achievements in the world, a very small number of places will be allocated every year to recruit high school graduates from all over the world, as long as the high school students can meet the three conditions.

First, a recognized high school diploma.

Secondly, you must be able to communicate in German or English.

Most importantly, you have to prove that you are a musical genius.

The first two points are nothing to Zhuoyang at all, but the last one is the main one.

Because Yang Hong herself is a well-known pianist in China, many years ago, taking advantage of the opportunity of Sino-German art exchange, she established a very good personal relationship with Professor Karl Norman of the Piano Department of Hannover University of Music.

In this way, the most important item has no major obstacles to Zhuoyang.

Yang Hong just sent Karl Norman the DVDs of Zhuoyang's participation in various piano competitions. After the spring, an admission letter from the Hannover University of Music was mailed to Androyang in Xi'an, China.

The amazing Zhuoyang is a genius after all. Football and piano are both black and white. Although he has not worked hard on the piano as much as football, he has used his fingers on the black and white keys under Yang Hong's clever words and coercion since he was a child. A lot of time has passed. Even if Zhuoyang is a genius, he really has to thank his mother for letting him become a pianist, even though his mother's methods and methods seem very sturdy.

Yang Hong is a graceful woman.

The required passport and other formalities were completed in a short period of time, and the only thing waiting was to go to Germany before the start of the Hannover Music University in late summer.

During this period of time, a major event happened in Chinese football.

On October 7, 2001, at Wulihe Stadium in Shenyang, China defeated Oman 1-0 with a stab shot by Yu Genwei and entered the World Cup finals for the first time.

On October 8, Zhuoyang bought all the newspapers he could buy that day, and the headlines on the front page of each newspaper were the news that the Chinese team had entered the World Cup. Now, these newspapers are lying quietly in a cardboard box at the bottom of the bookcase, a full foot thick.

And in this summer, the Chinese team made a chic walk in the Korea-Japan World Cup. Three out of ink, not a goal scored.

I came gently, waving my sleeves, without taking away a cloud, as if I had never been here at all.

——+—+——

Zhuoyang's friends all know that before this summer is over, he will go to Germany.

When it comes to his friends, three people must be mentioned: Jiushan, Haiyang, and Lao Mu!

There are many half-sized children like Zhuoyang in the compound. If you count carefully, there are fifty or sixty, plus the half-grown girl, you can only count up to one hundred. Although the boys and girls usually have their own small gangs, it presents a thriving scene of a temple with a small monster and a lot of people. But after all, the same environment, similar family background, everyone is good to each other on the surface, and they are still familiar and harmonious with each other.

But no matter how good friends are, there will be relatives and relatives. Zhuoyang, Jiushan, Haiyang, and Lao Mu have always been closer.

The four of them have been in the same class since high school, going to school together, leaving school together, and fighting together.

Jiushan is the same age as Zhuoyang, he is very fair, but his fair face has sharp edges and corners. This is a big man, his arms and thighs are obviously thicker than his peers. Jiushan loves weightlifting and fitness. On average, he twists an arm bar every two months. With a man on his back, he does push-ups like he's just playing.

Jiu Shan didn't pay much attention to dodging and maneuvering when fighting, because no one could beat him better. After ten punches, he is like a normal person, his speed and strength are not affected at all, and even the color of his skin will not change when the fist falls on Jiu Shan. But as long as Jiushan hits with a punch, then this fight will be over for you. In the middle of Jiushan's forehead, there is a small pit, which was hit by a stone in a one-on-three fight when he was in junior high school. However, the Jiushan match still won a complete victory.

On the football field, Jiushan is the goalkeeper, and he is the nightmare of all forwards. A pile of tendons rushes towards you, domineering like a tiger tank. Facing the goalkeeper Jiushan, the striker felt that he was Lin Daiyupeng meeting Schwarzenegger.

Jiushan is a standard example of a tough guy!

Among the four, Haiyang has relatively good academic performance, of course, only relatively. Haiyang loves to read casual books, and he is familiar with all the characters in martial arts novels, as well as the context and relationship between characters, and he is familiar with all kinds of martial arts cheats, all kinds of rare tricks, and all kinds of strange weapons.

Haiyang is very lazy, and he doesn't even bother to fight in groups. The little friends have already played the stars, and Haiyang is still watching the fun. After seeing enough excitement, Haiyang suddenly made a move. Before it was too late, a brick had already been slapped flat on the opponent's face.

The small freckles on Hai Yang's face are like little stars all over the sky, and also like ellipses written all over his face. He is one year younger than Zhuoyang, because the primary school is in the county town of his hometown, and the primary school in the county town is only five years old. Therefore, Haiyang, who transferred from middle school after entering middle school, miraculously became students of the same level as his brothers.

Haiyang likes to play as a defender because his skills are rough. But Haiyang's calf facing bone was surprisingly hard, the two of them collided, Haiyang didn't even bother to rub it, and ran away leisurely to continue chasing the next target, while the opponent curled up on the ground in pain and quickly rubbed his leg , I thought of my seventh uncle who had passed away for a long time and loved me the most, and I didn't notice that a large piece of leg hair was rubbed off.

In short, the ocean is a kind person!

Old Mu was one year older than Zhuoyang and Jiushan. He was thin, tall and thin, with red lips and white teeth. Lao Mu has always been the last one in the whole grade. He is not polite, and no one can take it away.

When fighting, Lao Mu is more like a chicken thief, and his shots are very vicious, and he greets the painful places such as his ribs, chin, and even his genitals. Iron fist gloves were popular in those years, and Lao Mu had three pairs, with different styles and colors.

Lao Mu doesn't play football, but he likes to bring different girls to watch his brother's games. After the game, Lao Mu disappeared and took the girl to see another private ball of his own. Lao Mu said that there is no girl he can't date, only girls he doesn't want to date. However, it is true.

There is always a bad smile on his face, and he likes to shrug his shoulders when he walks. Lao Mu calls himself a lover!

On April 22, 2001, the Chinese national football team began its journey to the World Cup in Korea and Japan. In Group A of the Asian qualifier group match, the Chinese team faced the Maldives. On this day, the battle started at the Provincial Stadium in Xi'an. This is the first game of the Chinese team and the only game in Xi'an.

Zhuoyang, Jiushan, Haiyang and Lao Mu also wanted to go to the scene to join in the fun. But for a few middle school students, the price of the game tickets is too expensive, and the money in the pockets of the four of them is mixed together, and they can't afford even a student ticket behind the goal.

There was a chubby little girl who had been secretly in love with Lao Mu, and her eyes would sparkle every time she saw Lao Mu.

God never abandons the world! The father of this chubby girl is the ticket director of the provincial stadium.

The chubby little girl had Xia Yuhe's innocent look on her face: "Old Mu, I'll ask my dad to get you a free ticket, okay?"

The corner of Lao Mu's mouth curled up, and there was a peach blossom in his eyes. He pinched the round chin of the fat girl with his right hand, and stretched out four fingers with his left hand to gesture.

"Four!!"

The chubby little girl is infatuated.

On the evening of the 22nd, four of Zhuoyang's buddies strutted into the Provincial Stadium.

The location of the free tickets is quite good, it is directly below the rostrum, and the whole stand is full of people who come in with free tickets like dogs. Compared with the noise of other fans stands in the audience, it seems quiet here. The fans all came very early, the audience was almost full, and there was still nearly an hour before the official start of the game, and the players from both sides hadn't even started the pre-match warm-up.

Did not start shouting slogans, did not start cheering, did not start pulling songs. All the fan groups are recharging their batteries and waiting for the start of the game to blow the Maldives players down with explosive shouts.

Just like the silence before dawn, the stadium before the game looked a little dull.

If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence! ——Lu Xun

Old Mu took a deep breath, stood up slowly, stretched his neck, raised his head, and howled loudly.

Old Mu's hysteria could be heard in most of the stadium.

"Judgment~judgment~is~a~hand~yin~offender~!!!!"

While the 65,000 fans were stunned, Lao Mu was kicked out by the special police by his ears.

This was the only time Lao Mu went to the stadium to watch a game, and Lao Mu never went there again.

Lao Mu said, resolutely not going, it hurts self-esteem too much!