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Chapter Eleven

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    In the past, in the yard of my house, every night, there was always a cricket singing all night, all night.  Later, time flies, Zhao Xuejun always remembers a lot of aggrieved and helpless, as well as childhood injuries that will never be forgiven in his life.  He forgot about the cricket.

    That cricket is always the most diligent, as long as night falls, it will be on the other side of the coal pond, singing in the corner of the yard, and singing all the time.  This infinitely extended aria in the middle of the night accompanied Zhao Xuejun's entire childhood life.  He had never seen it, but it had always been there.  Zhao Xuejun has always believed that the cricket is immortal and it comes every year.  Later, when Zhao Xuejun grew up, it didn't even have a memory, and disappeared in the corner of the old childhood house.

    In the spring of 1983, Peng Juan's class monitor was dismissed because of two cents, and the little girl entered a period of self-loathing for nearly half a semester.  Speaking of the two cents, it was not a big deal. Peng Juan lost the two cents, so she insisted that the poorest girl in the class got them.  He was squatting in the pit at the time, and she took a group of girls to denounce, and when she went up, she kicked her nose. The little girl's nose was broken and she had a lot of nosebleeds.  Teacher Qiao was furious and dismissed her class leader.  Since then, Peng Juan has changed from the monitor to the team leader, and from the junior team leader to the team leader. In the last exam in the summer of 1993, her grades were the bottom five in the class.

    In the autumn of 1983, Zhao Xuejun was the only one left in the elementary school. He entered school a little later than his two elder brothers. Both elder brothers entered school at the age of six, while he only entered school at the age of seven.  Zhao Xuebing left triumphantly, and went to the junior high school across the road.

    In his opinion, he is an adult when he goes to junior high school, and he feels that going to the same junior high school as his eldest brother shows that he is the same kind of person as his elder brother and is an adult.  So, he often said what he said: your child doesn't know anything.  Back then, how so.  When I was a kid, bala, blah.

    Zhao Xuejun often looks at the two rows of tables behind the class, where he used to sit, and since the first grade, it has been his base.  In winter, it is far away from the stove in the first row, and far from the teacher.  Before the summer vacation of 1983, another incident happened in the class, and it was quickly spread throughout the school.  Min He, the elder brother of Min Shun who was sitting in the last row, was shot, robbed, stolen, and other messy things were said to have happened.  Min Shun's side, as if there were terrible bacteria, instantly became a vacuum, and the child was isolated.

    When the summer vacation passed, the seats were lined up again in the class, and Peng Juan and Min Shun sat in a row.  Peng Juan cried all morning. In the past, Zhao Xuejun liked Teacher Qiao, but after the class re-arranged seats, Zhao Xuejun decided not to like this teacher anymore.  The life of a teacher strangling a student is very simple, as long as it is a casual finger and a row of seats, it can be done.  Zhao Xuejun really wants to help someone, but the world doesn't turn for Zhao Xuejun.  The only thing he could do was to find some comic books after class and share them with Peng Juan. Soon, the matter of bringing extracurricular books to school was exposed again. Zhao Xuejun was called a parent and accompanied Peng Juan  Stand for a class.  Teacher Qiao looked at him, he simply hated iron but not steel.

    ? Zhao Xuejun, who has been assigned a new seat, doesn't like his current tablemate, who always speaks Cantonese with a disdainful tone.  It is said that there is a little girl Chen Yijun who has relatives in Hong Kong.

    Chen Yijun is like Peng Juan a long time ago, proud and mean, and she also has an extra vanity.  The mouth is full of: how about my aunt in Hong Kong.  How about the dual card recorder in my house.  Whenever get out of class was over, the little girl was surrounded by people, so the little girl grinned as if she had been spat with chicken blood. Zhao Xuejun often listened very happily, laughing so hard that he wanted to strangle her to death.  Well, now he can comfort himself: it's not too bad, this paragraph, the previous life didn't exist.  The days are still fresh at last.

    In 1983, the young people on the other side of the street were suddenly resurrected, and the city was also resurrected with the rapid increase of new things.  I don¡¯t know when it started, some fresher colors appeared in the city, wearing plaid stripes and bell-bottom pants of various styles, carrying a mirror, carrying all kinds of dual-card, single-card recorders, walking back and forth in the streets and alleys.  Reputational rogue, take the world on your way.  There are many people there, so they go there to publicize.  Since then, the three brothers of the Zhao family have had one more show, watching hooligans after school.

    Dad always calls those who don't learn well hooligans. It's wrong to show off your figure, and it's wrong to show off your explosive head. It's even wrong for men and women to get together.  So regardless of men and women, Zhao Jianguo calls them (her) hooligans.  Zhao Xuewen felt that what his father said must be wrong, and he even began to think that his father was an old antique, he and his father had a big generation gap, his father did not understand beauty, and even he did not understand people.  He didn't know music, he didn't know Los Angeles. The image of his father became an ancient fossil. Zhao Xuewen became taciturn,, Ask Aunt Guiqin for one, wash it with our mother's bee flower, and you can marry it.  At night, you can sleep with your braids in your arms!  After Zhao Xuejun finished speaking, he ran away, and Zhao Xuewen pushed the car and chased after him. Just as the brothers were fighting, the group of girls finished playing volleyball, with towels on their shoulders, carrying washbasins to the bathhouse in the station over there to take a bath  Zhao Xuewen stopped the car and looked at them passing by foolishly, feeling confused again in his heart. The girls looked at each other and laughed crisply.

    "Zhao Xuejun, what are you doing here?!" Wang Rui took his father's binoculars and held a wooden gun, jumped out of the river ditch on one side, and added: "Hand up the gun and don't kill!"

    Zhao Xuejun looked at Wang Rui holding a wooden gun, he thought, maybe I should play with Wang Rui, chase Huo Yuanjia together, have fun in the wild together, and roll around with my parents for pocket money.  Really, such a childhood looks like a childhood.  This is how I lived in my childhood last time. Every day, I am very happy.

    "Where's your brother?" Zhao Xuejun asked Wang Rui.

    Wang Rui dragged his snot with his sleeve and pointed to the top of the mountain over there: "Watch my father blow up the mountain. Today, my brother likes to watch this. If my father finds out, he will definitely kill him."  .¡±

    "Will you sue your father?" Zhao Xuejun pulled him over, took out the handkerchief he was carrying, and sipped his nose.  Wang Rui was only one year younger than Zhao Xuejun. He probably felt that this was embarrassing. He shook off Zhao Xuejun's hand and wiped his snot with his sleeve: "Don't keep doing this. You keep learning from my mother. It's so annoying."

    Zhao Xuejun pinched his ears and dragged him towards Zhao Xuewen who was in a daze.

    "Brother, don't look, there are no people left!"

    A flock of pigeons flew by in the sky, and a whistle of pigeons came closer and further away, and Wang Rui pointed to those pigeons and said, "Those pigeons are raised by my brother."

    "I know, you have said it a hundred times." Zhao Xuejun replied.

    "It's not a hundred times." Wang Rui was not convinced.

    "Okay! No."

    "Third Brother, what does Auntie cook for dinner?"

    "Grandma will do it tonight."

    "Ah, it's porridge and potato shreds again."

    "Then do you eat porridge and shredded potatoes? Or go to the canteen of the military area?"

    "potato floss."

    Zhao Xuejun chatted with Wang Rui, sitting on Zhao Xuewen's bicycle one after the other.  Zhao Xuewen was silent all the way. Occasionally he would stop the car and look enviously at the group of people playing guitar and fighting songs by the park.  He will look at the group of big brothers who can tease little girls at will and wear bell-bottom pants to the music.  There was no ordinary envy in his eyes. When he was about to walk to the door, Zhao Xuejun heard Zhao Xuewen say: "If only I could have a red cotton guitar and a tape recorder."

    Zhao Xuejun jumped out of the car and looked up at his elder brother: "Our family can afford those. In the second half of the year, we can only eat wild vegetables every day. My father only earns forty-seven yuan, and my mother works overtime every day. Brother, you  If you really like it, I'll buy it for you."

    Zhao Xuewen smiled: "What do you think of your brother? You want money from your brother. If you don't have it, you don't have it. Anyway, I'm not the only one who doesn't."  After saying a few words, he picked up the pole again and went out to fetch water for the family.

    The incident about the elder brother¡¯s first love has not yet passed. On this night, the Zhao family experienced an incident that can be found in written records in the history of Wanlin City.  He ran away from home with a bag of rations, and went to the mountains to find martial arts masters.  Disappeared together with him were a group of martial arts enthusiasts, fourteen of them big and small.  These children, carrying their bags and carrying their dreams, entered Laoye Mountain without hesitation.

    At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhao Xuejun sat on the stone pier in front of his house and regretted, well, who didn't steal money from home when he was a teenager?  Who didn't run away from home when they were teenagers?  He knew about this period of history, but he did not stop it.  Because in the next few decades, Zhao Xuebing always used a very happy tone to describe his history, eating snakes on the mountain, and was too scared to sleep at night.  How to find the water source, how to find a huge cave.

    Seeing his mother crying at the door at a loss, Zhao Xuejun was contradictory again. Last time he fell asleep early, but this time, he witnessed his mother hugging his second brother's clothes and crying so heartbreakingly.  All the friends went up the mountain, and the police uncles in half the city left their wives and children, and went up the mountain overnight with flashlights to search.  The elder brother was hitting the wall angrily with a belt. He was just angry with himself, angry that he didn't pay attention to Zhao's second child, and angry that he couldn't help his parents.

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