Great Power

"I don't know, but you can ask."

After being ignored by others, Kou Yang's tone was not very good. He took the book and flipped through it, and found that the book had obviously been flipped through, and he had read it carefully, otherwise there would be indentations between the pages. It won't be so obvious, and there is a doubt on the face: "It seems to have seen it?"

"It's not like I'm full and I can do nothing. It's great to have time to chat."

Glancing at Zheng Jianguo who had returned to his position, Zhao Nan turned around and remembered what he had heard in the library last time: "His learning enthusiasm has been a little bit stronger recently. He also asked Teacher Cui in the library to borrow Um, what kind of books on mathematics, physics and chemistry? I didn't know that you lent him this book. Is this book old?"

"My uncle gave it to my dad. I don't want to listen to him. I just want to help others. After all, are everyone classmates? Anyone who wants to study hard—"

Putting the book into the bag, Kou Yang picked up the ballpoint pen and turned it around. He turned his head and looked at the eight characters on the blackboard. Study hard every day. A confused color flashed through his dark eyes: "Learning." What can I do if I go to the countryside for two years after graduation, I will have to forget everything when I am lucky enough to return to the city. If I am not lucky, I can only live in Shajiabang."

"Who said no--"

Zhao Nan and Lin Jinmei looked at each other. The three—not to mention the four present, count the 49 people in the entire senior third and fifth class, except for the five rural students with Zheng Jianguo at the end. Forty-four people are in this state.

Graduation means going to the countryside to receive re-education, not to mention that even if there is a way to return to the city, you have to spend two years in the country. If you do not perform well during this period, the commune brigade is not satisfied. The chapter on the recruitment form is not so easy to cover.

Kou Yang's words caused several people to lose their interest in talking. Zhao Nan watched that the time was almost up, got up and returned to his seat, but after sitting down, he turned his head and looked at the seat that was separated by a row. Zheng Jianguo, to be precise, was a little lost looking at what he was holding: "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, I'm reading a book."

Subconsciously erecting the notebook, Zheng Jianguo showed a shy smile on his face: "I copied Kou Yang's English book--"

"you--"

Zhao Nan was stunned, the boss with a small round face and staring apricots: "Copy, copy it all?"

"Well, I can use it later anyway."

Zheng Jianguo subconsciously said that after putting down his notebook, he began to read it, and then heard Zhao Nan's voice: "Well, do you know this book is not expensive? It seems to be two cents?"

"Scribing is also a kind of learning, and it's the best way to learn."

After speaking without looking up, Zheng Jianguo looked up at the representative of the learning class, and saw that she shook her head and turned around, looking as if she was frightened, so he picked up the schoolbag and found the workbook. Thinking of a bald head walking from the front to the side with the whole class's sight, Hao Yun sat down and said: "Don't say it, just turn your face with you--"

"Now, I'm just about to hand in my homework. Go ahead and hand it in for me."

Eyes swept across the blue forehead. Although winter has passed and spring has arrived, the weather outside is still very cold. In addition, it is impossible to shave so shaved these years. There can be no other reasons: "Stay away from me, don't pass the lice on you to me."

Fleas, commonly known as lice, are extremely contagious. In terms of the hygiene conditions at this time, having an upper body means that the whole family will be unlucky. Hao Yun didn't care when he heard Zheng Jianguo's statement. He had his head shaved. It can be seen that, sitting on the seat, took out his own workbook, looked at Zhao Nan in front of him, and then took the two workbooks and handed it in.

"You are just letting go after cutting the tail of capitalism and being caught, right?"

Looking across Hao Yun’s head, Zhao Nan took the workbook and put it together. He scratched the back of his head and returned to his seat. He glanced at the notebook in front of Zheng Jianguo and thought he had found it: " Are you so serious? By the way, you are a glorious poor lower-middle peasant, so don't worry about jumping in the queue below—"

"That's wrong, I'm a poor peasant, and the middle peasant is even lower than me. Why don't you come to Sanlibao Brigade?"

Zheng Jianguo glanced at this tablemate. The highest political status in the brigade was the poor peasants, followed by the middle peasants, rich peasants and landlords. He had a lot of friends in his previous life, because barefoot doctors were also doctors, and doctors would never hire them wherever they went. People think it will be used at any time, so they can't hold Buddha's feet until the end of the matter, so if they know him or not, they will smile and wait for the call of Doctor Zheng.

But Hao Yun can still play together. This Hao Yun is the last one. Zheng Jianguo still remembers that he was assigned to the commune after his family left the relationship. This is also the main reason why the two can get along: "When the time comes You feel sick so I can give you a needle—"

"Don't you, I'm most afraid of that thing, so the old man inserted a stick into his body, thinking about my scalp exploding."

Hao Yun shook his head like a rattle and looked at his green head. Zheng Jianguo smiled and did not invite any more. Those who should come will still come, and those who should go will still go, so as the second semester of high school, it should be It won't be too nervous.

Entering the countdown to graduation, the students’ attention has been shifted to the untouchable unknown, where they will go after graduation, which educated youth spot they will be assigned to, and what work they will do when they arrive. It lasted for more than ten years. When the township is here, the initial burning passion is gone.

What is waiting for you is what you hear and see with your eyes. If you are lucky, you can come back. If you are unlucky, you can only stay down. Be an educated youth who is not a member of the city or is not registered in the town. Every day I wake up and go to work and go to the ground to grab the harvest. It is said that there is not much time to return to the city in dreams.

"Naturally, when you get busy, day and night, most of the time when the wheat is ripe is mixed with rainy weather. If the wheat is ripe and not rushed into the warehouse before the rain, the whole community will have to eat chaff and swallow vegetables in winter, and sometimes threshing. When the grain is moved out of the warehouse, there is a cloud, you have to move the grain back to the warehouse, otherwise you will still drink the northwest wind if you are soaked by the rain. If you don’t go back to the city, you will have to live this way every year. Of course I It’s easier to say, but the real experience will be your own taste when the time comes—"

One morning’s class, Zheng Jianguo, who was at the dinner point, left the classroom after talking to Hao Yun. The adults of this year have more or less experience in going to the ground. On the contrary, these students are quite true. Some people don’t even know the difference between leeks and wheat seedlings. Presumably, these people will miss the happy time when they can learn to go to school.

When I arrived at the cafeteria and bought two steamed buns, Zheng Jianguo raised his foot and went to the library next to him. At this moment, the tables were already full of people. Then I looked at the desk at the desk and the teacher didn’t even have a figure. I just wanted to talk and listen on the table. Someone opened his mouth and said, "Well, the teacher is out. If you want to borrow the book, you can go in first, and you can register when the teacher comes."

"Oh, I'm looking for a teacher to ask where the old books have been sent? The books from ten years ago—"

As soon as Zheng Jianguo's voice came out, more than a dozen people on the table looked over. Someone said, "Those are the dregs of the old nine. Zheng Jianguo, what do you want to find those books for?"

"doing what?"

Zheng Jianguo was taken aback when he was said, then he glanced at the other people on the table, and then stopped eating the buns, put them on the desk next to him, and untied his coats and said, "You guys look at me. It's not pleasing to the eye, dare you to untie your coat brightly? You still have a bite of the dregs of the old nine. The well-dressed and thick-dressed warm ones among you are still brand new without patches. Look at me? Why, what do you doubt about me?"

As soon as the button on his chest was unbuttoned, Zheng Jianguo revealed the cotton vest with patches inside. The coldness in the early spring is not funny. People's resistance is poor these years, so he heard the light rain outside all night, This cotton vest was put on her body, and then she took it off and pointed her fingers at a few people and continued: "Come on, you guys untie the gowns and let everyone see what you are wearing inside. Is it the little Bourgeois? A sweater, a sweater, a fleece? And the other day, in the toilet, I heard someone mocking others for wiping their butts with a stick. I told you, I always use soil to wipe at home. Do any of you look down on me?"

Some of the cotton back heart with three or four patches can not see the color of the cloth, but at this moment no one dared to laugh at the broken and dirty vest. Three or four people on four or five tables saw this scene suddenly. He stood up with a rice bowl, "That, Zheng Jianguo, I have no objection to you—"

"Leave if you have no objection, stay if you have an objection, don't leave if you just spoke, I'll just ask what you want to say about me—"

Zheng Jianguo moved his body and let a few people pass by. He now needs this kind of self-conflict, otherwise he really nails all the people at these tables to the wall, the blow will be too big, and he is not full. If you have nothing to do, you must imprint yourself as an activist before the situation is unknown.

"Well, me, we too—"

The boy with a face full of ambiguity was blindfolded. He originally wanted to make an article about the books that the other party wanted to read, but ignored the two completely different identities. He swallowed the words back, and the whole person froze in place. .

After this reminder, everyone else on the table understood. Aside from the person standing upwind and firing the map gun, the big guys on the four and a half tables are all the same. I usually look down on those who are not well-dressed and can only talk in private. I really get it out on the surface. The lightest thing is that I will be mixed doubles when I go back. If the trouble is too big, my parents’ home will be affected. Talents are bad luck. Everyone grew up with that era. It can be said that they know the importance of this matter.