Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

() "Shinichi, do you want to eat? What time is it? If you still don't leave, we won't wait for you!"

Batou Village was extremely comfortable in the early morning, with smoke from cooking stoves, barking dogs, and clear mountain spring water flowing in the waterway in front of the door. Zhang Zhen stayed awake all night, and the cluttered thoughts in his mind made it difficult to fall asleep.

, and then in the middle of the night, by the light of the pale yellow candle, I wrote more than a hundred pages of writing paper, pencil handwriting, and rough burning paper, filled with some memories in Zhang Zhenyi's mind, presumably from this era.

Nothing can compare to what is on this pile of rough paper.

He is not stupid. On the contrary, Zhang Zhenyi, who has studied in the United States for his PhD, is very smart. He knows what kind of era he is in. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as gold everywhere. If he wants to gain something in this era, he is not stupid.

The greatest benefit is based on the experience in the mind that transcends this era for more than 20 years.

Put the papers in a rough snakeskin bag and lock it in the best wardrobe in the house. Before he could rinse his mouth, it was already bright outside. As soon as he opened the single-sided wooden door, he heard the sound outside.

Several voices were calling me.

"What a shame, I forgot that I am still a fourth-grade elementary school student."

Then he turned back and ran into the house and took out an old watch without a strap. On the surface, which was so worn that it was almost invisible, the hand was already pointing at seven o'clock. The rural primary school started at eight o'clock.

An hour is not too late for class, but Zhang Zhenyi remembers that when he was a child, all the children in Batou Village had to go to Baiyun Primary School seven or eight miles away. It took nearly an hour to walk, and he had not brushed his teeth, washed his face, or eaten.

I'm afraid there isn't much time left.

Astonishing energy suddenly burst out from his small body. He quickly took care of himself, randomly touched two raw sweet potatoes and put them into a cloth bag with a belt. After checking the textbooks inside, he locked the door and ran away.

Go, the whole process didn't take five minutes.

Along the way, there were three or two little guys hanging sparsely. Zhang Zhenyi almost forgot that he was only a nine-year-old boy now. He kept thinking about his head teacher in elementary school, the serious-looking Duan Shengming.

There was Mrs. Wang who taught mathematics. At this time, English was not taught in the primary school of the farm family. In addition to Chinese, most of the classes were mathematics.

"Shinichi, you just came out. Why are you running? It's not too late."

Suddenly, a sudden voice came from the fork in the road behind him. The young man turned around and saw a young man similar to himself carrying an extremely fashionable backpack and wearing a set of tacky-looking grass-green clothes.

Pretending, he was shouting at himself with an indifferent expression.

In this era, there are still very few families who can afford this schoolbag and this coat, which is extremely vulgar in Zhang Zhenyi's eyes. At a glance, this guy can tell that he is the rich second generation of this poor era.

Looking at the very familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face in front of him, Zhang Zhenyi said a few words angrily in his heart, and then remembered that this guy was his deskmate in elementary school, but what immediately came to his mind was not how domineering this guy was in class.

When I was reading, I was not allowed to stretch my arms across the Chu-He-Han boundary on the table, and I was not allowed to endorse loudly in the morning reading. Instead, I remembered that this annoying guy in front of me ran into the river during the summer vacation of the fourth grade next year.

Memories of drowning while swimming.

"You little brat, I was bullied by you in my last life, so God accepted you, but God has treated me well in this life, so I will save your life."

Secretly making up his mind to save the life of the boy in front of him, Zhang Zhenyi laughed and scolded him.

"Chai Qiang, what's your name? You didn't look at your watch when you went out. It's almost half past seven now."

Young people don’t know what it’s like to be sad, and young people don’t know how difficult life is. They talk about ignorance and naivety, innocent childhood, and aimless boredom. The most common classmates’ answers in this era are floating in the sky above Batou Village in the late 1980s.

ask.

"Let's review what homework we have during the holidays and see if we forget anything."

"Homework? No, I just came back. How can I remember any homework?"

Thinking of the scene where he was slapped by the old man, and how miserable the young Wang was when he was beaten violently, the young man's body couldn't help but tremble, and then a look like a hungry wolf appeared in his eyes, staring closely at the man in front of him.

The classmate looked excited.

"Copy your homework for me, I haven't finished mine yet."

Later, on the roadside of a rustic country road, the most significant memory of this era appeared. Two teenagers, one lying among the stones on the roadside and working hard, the pencil in his hand was only as long as his finger, and he was scribbling quickly.

The ground scratched across the paper, and the smell of typefaces wafted in the air of this era.

"Is there anything else? Open it and let me copy it. Hurry up!"

The irrefutable tone made Chai Qiang a little confused. The guy in front of him was Zhang Zhenyi. Why did he seem to be a different person? Usually when the two met, this guy was a little afraid of him. However, the homework was as usual and he copied it correctly. Why?

I tried to bluff him a little bit today, which was really weird.

The young man's heart was like the weather in August, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy. After a moment, he put aside his thoughts and started shouting at the young man lying on the ground.

"Hurry up, you'll be late soon, I won't copy it for you."

As he spoke, his fleshy little hands grabbed the exercise book spread out on the stone.

"Let go!"

"Oh, you motherfucker, why are you poking me? I won't copy it for you!"

Rubbing the black lead marks on the back of his hands, the young man was furious. He then pushed Zhang Zhenyi away with one hand, picked up the exercise book on the ground and stuffed it into his luxurious school bag. He shook his nose proudly, like a victorious rooster.

, walked forward, but little did he know that the young man behind him was secretly proud, and what he was holding in his hand was an exercise book with a different name.

"Youngster, you're still a little too young to fight with me."

Putting away the cloth bag, my little body turned into a whirlwind and rushed towards the Baiyun Primary School in my memory, which was oriented towards modernization, the world and the future. Stepping on the sand and dust under my feet, I accidentally startled a few birds in the vegetable field.

The wild turtle dove bird, the young man's heart has drifted far away, and has transcended several generations through the passing clouds in the sky.

"Report!"

"Come in, Zhang Zhenyi, how many times have you been late? Take out your homework and show it to me."

Obviously, he was late again. In his impression, his grades from elementary school to high school were very bad, and his academic performance was not good. He was lucky to be admitted to college. Now that he has returned to such a bleak era, he still cannot escape the shouting

Reporting the fate of entering the classroom, I don’t know when this scene started to drift away from me, but it appeared in front of my eyes again one night ago.

The sound of swishing spread in the classroom. The large classroom of forty-five people seemed extremely quiet. No one made a sound. Students of this era have absolute respect for their teachers. What they fear is not the kind face, but that face.

The root lies quietly on the bamboo joint in front of the lecture table.

The little boy roamed every corner with his eyes without any inhibitions. Memories arose from the depths of his memory. Familiar faces gradually appeared in his mind. With a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, he sighed about the ups and downs of life. The familiar faces

I don’t know that this little body is still living in the motherland for ninety-nine years.

"Well, not bad, it's all done, but I'm a little sloppy. I'll have to pay attention next time. Sit down and sit down. Now let's go to class!"

The order of pardon was like an imperial edict. The teacher who had remained silent for a long time suddenly remembered the sound of turning pages of books, occasionally mixed with whispers. The moment Lao Duan turned around, there was a loud bang and his palm fell on the table.

The classroom swayed.

"Don't say anything, let's go to class now! What we're talking about today is--"

In these lush years, boys and girls don't know where their future lies. They only have cicadas chirping non-stop on the banyan tree by the pond, with only half a dime in their pockets, and they still think about going to the small shop after class. That piece of candy lying quietly, only by looking at the little book in my hand from time to time, can I forget the time of waiting for get out of class to end.

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