Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

() The time after school is the most beautiful time in young memories. Zhang Zhenyi seems to have received special care. Mrs. Wang calls it exercise, but in fact she is using it as an excuse to punish him for being distracted in class. Therefore, he was left

Come down and clean up the trash in the classroom.

Accompanying her was Yang Pingping, a young lolita from the team next door. Chai Qiang happily joined the team. The intersection of the three teenagers always appeared unexpectedly. When Chai Qiang and Fan Jian stood on the cement platform with excitement on their faces,

While playing table tennis, a national sport, Zhang Zhenyi could only accompany the little Lolita to eat fresh dust in the classroom.

"Zhang Zhenyi, did you come up with the question just now yourself?"

The girl seemed a little embarrassed to say it, but she couldn't overcome the curiosity in her heart. The girl's heart was like a weed, which had grown rapidly at a very young age. However, the nine-year-old little Loli already knew the relationship between men and women.

Zhenyi's face turned red, but he did not dare to look directly at the figure in front of him who was a little different from the past.

"kindness!"

The light tone and extremely firm tone make people believe it but they can't grasp the context. It seems that in the young man's heart, he should be like this, but the brilliance of his body has been obscured by the dust of the 1990s.

"You are so awesome. I looked at this question and even Yang Jie couldn't solve it. I could only get to the third step and couldn't finish it. How did you do it?"

The curiosity and admiration that could not be concealed in the girl's voice seemed to Zhang Zhenyi to be so innocent and precious. The girl named Yang Jie was one of the three little lolita groups, and she was also the most genius.

A monster who has been at the top of the class for three years in elementary school and has never been kicked out. Together with the girl in front of him and a chubby girl named Peng Mingfang, this formed the most bizarre combination in the boy's heart.

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"It's not bad that you can do the third step. We haven't learned some solutions to this problem yet. I saw them in a book for senior students. It doesn't matter if you can't do it."

The books for senior students were helplessly used as models for learning, but what Zhang Zhenyi said was not wrong. In his memory, the person who could make him a genius was his uncle, who was from Jiang University in the 1980s.

A top student, at this time, he had already graduated from college and was working in a state-owned enterprise, but he left behind a wealth that made Zhang Zhen covetous: more than two thousand books of various kinds.

"So that's it. I thought you came up with it yourself. Finish the sweep quickly. Those two bastards Chai Qiang and Fan Jian didn't even sweep a group. They asked them to take out the trash later."

The girl's voice is extremely clear, but there is obviously a little bit of anger. She is not a fairy who does not eat fireworks from the world, but she is as pure as a fairy. She has a beautiful and delicate face and black hair. Although she has not grown into a slender woman, Zhang

Shinichi knew how evil the girl in front of him would become in a few years. In his memory, she was a famous and talented girl in the county's first school.

"Okay, you go wipe the table, and I'll sweep the last bit!"

As if he couldn't bear the girl being covered with dust, Zhang Zhenyi said goodbye politely, and then swept away the last corner like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, then picked up the cloth bag in the drawer and waved away.

"Fan Jian, Chai Qiang, you two go take out the garbage, I'll go back first!"

In the boy's sky, there are always a few crows, and there are always a few scars that cannot be cleaned, just like in front of his eyes, when he walked out of the classroom, he saw Fan Jian and Chai Qiang.

The boy was unexpectedly surrounded by a few fifth-grade students who appeared out of nowhere and beat him up in a corner.

"Boy, aren't you awesome? Are you going to beat me to death? Why are you staring when I ask you to give up a table?"

When I was young, my life was always a bloody one. There were hot-blooded and weak-minded people. The cup in front of me was always unsatisfactory, either a teapot or a spoon was missing.

"What are you doing? Get out!"

Zhang Zhenyi seemed to have forgotten that he was no longer the well-known CEO who had studied military martial arts for ten years, but a sapling that had not yet grown branches and leaves. When he roared, it was not like thunder, but like a breeze, which could not blow half a leaf.

fallen leaves.

"Son, you tell me to get out? Damn it, I'll beat you to death."

When the beautiful national curse had not faded in the air, an eye-catching scene suddenly appeared in front of our eyes. In these green years, in this season of falling autumn leaves, a nine-year-old handsome boy raised his lips slightly and raised his head.

What he was holding in his hand was a brick as big as an adult's palm.

"Ah - oooo - it's bleeding - I'll go back and tell the teacher, Zhang Zhenyi, hit me with a brick."

In these innocent years, the fifth-grade bully was a little wolf without wildness. He looked strong but had a fragile heart. In a childhood where he was exposed to blood, they always had the only fate of escaping, and they had the same fate as before.

The cries and threats were left behind.

Looking at the young man who looked like a god of war in front of them, Chai Qiang and Fan Jian were like lambs who had found a way out. They packed their schoolbags with tears and snot in their eyes. Before he could tell him, they rushed to the classroom. Within a moment, they were wrapped up.

There was a burst of smoke, and the embarrassed girl ran out, coughing and holding her gray hair.

"Zhang Zhenyi, are you going back? We're together, we won't wait for them anymore!"

The afterglow of the sun never shines brightly on the loess road in October. The earthy dust is blown up by the autumn wind. In the years without singing, the greenery is like singing. The blade of time harvests the skin on the telephone pole and the birds returning to their nests.

Following the figures under the slanting light, the teenagers ran all the way, and the road ahead was right in front of them.

"Shinichi, wait for me!"

"Let's run, they're catching up!"

The shouts of boys and girls swayed with the wind in the innocent years, and the running figures were pulled by the old man in the afterglow. I wonder if there will be traces of your company in the years to come, and whether there will be such an innocent childhood.

In the long river of time, there are ups and downs.

"Zhang Zhenyi, I'm going back, you guys walk faster, it's almost dark! Be careful there's a ghost on the mountain!"

The boy's voice sounded at the fork. It sounded childish but Zhang Zhenyi cherished the childish words Wuji. It always became the most rare memory in the last time. One moment, he was regretful, this moment he was enjoying it, and the next moment he was disappointed.

His heart was broken.

"Yang Pingping, if Zhang Zhenyi is captured by a ghost, then you will be a widow, hahaha!"

"Chai Qiang, if you keep talking, I will tear your mouth open. You bastard, why didn't you just beat me to death?"

"Haha, just beat him to death. It's better than having Zhang Zhenyi captured by ghosts. Yang Pingping and Zhang Zhenyi are going to get married, hahaha!"

The age of publicity, the age of innocence, children's talk, young man, I wish you all the best.