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This *** book starts with the first ****** post.

This *** book starts with the first ****** post.

When he woke up, Zhang Shang looked at the old bed and his rejuvenated body, his thoughts were dazed, as if he had won a big prize, and he couldn't believe it was true.

After spending a whole half of a day, he was confused and sure that he had been reborn.

Looking at the old calendar of the Condor Heroes on the wall, in July 2005, I felt that things were incredible.

There is a dormitory number No. 309 posted on the door. The dormitory number that you temporarily stayed in during the second year of junior high school should not be remembered correctly, as if you only stayed for one week.

In the upper and lower bunks of the eight-person room, the roommates who had not returned home were all lying on the ground with their butts on their feet. Occasionally, they drifted under the machine and took out the four-wheel drive truck that hit the wall, checked it carefully, and then hit it.

Even if your clothes are stained with dust, you cannot reduce your love for four-wheel drive cars.

Last year, the four-wheel drive brothers were popular all over the country. Every child and children had a four-wheel drive car. Even if it was unrecognizable, as long as it could continue running, the motor was not broken, the battery and electricity were still strong, and I would never be willing to throw it away.

"Zhang Shang, haven't you bought a four-wheel drive car? Come and put it together and take a look."

Li Yang kneaded his wrist and had a four-wheel drive collision competition with his roommate. If he lost, he would be "hit" and even if his skin turned red, he would still enjoy it.

Zhang Shang did not reply and was attracted by the newspapers that were stuck to the wall to block the dust.

A book called "Shenglong Road" counterattacked and became a god. This was the era of Xuehong.

As a purely loser online writer, Zhang Shang was 27 years old that year and wrote two martial arts novels that he thought were very charming, one after another. He looked up to a great god like Xuehong, but he could only look up to him.

I often fantasize that it would be great if I could go back...

I looked at the calendar carefully, the old teaching building outside the window, and the four-wheel drive car that was not unpacked by the bedside. Zhang Shang felt that everything was real, and I'm back!

"What's wrong? I was scolded by the teacher yesterday when I didn't finish my homework?"

Li Yang took off the battery in the four-wheel drive car and shook it hard, as if this could force out the excess power, and then pick out the motor and check it carefully, which was much more serious than studying.

"It's okay. Yesterday, it was thanks to Yang Zhiyuan who asked me to copy homework, otherwise I should call my parents again on Monday."

Zhang Shang smiled and said, pouring water from the painted white iron thermos, leaving only half a cup, and then drinking it.

The third year of junior high school is about to reach the turning point in life.

At this time, it is not as easy as in later generations. Most people fall into high school after finishing junior high school, which is normal to people.

There was no hot water anymore, so I consciously picked up the heater and went downstairs to fetch water.

The white and gray walls in the corridor are covered with poorly wiped glass doors and windows. Occasionally, there are windows that are covered with transparent tape. Some greasy and shiny ground should be careful when walking.

On weekends, most of the students went home, the campus was deserted and the water room was even empty.

The only teaching building has a little peeling off the tiles outside the wall. From a distance, the black and gray cement looks a little dazzling.

A handful of cold water poured on my face and looked at myself with the image in the tin hot pot. It was a bit crooked. My sixteen-year-old face had clear eyes, a high bridge of nose, delicate pores, clean and refreshing, far more handsome than ten years later.

Well... Fortunately, it's not broken.

"Zhang Shang, I'm very happy to see you at the age of sixteen." He grinned at the thermos bottle, looked carefully, his teeth were neat and white, his smile was bright, and he was happy in his heart.

"It's June 2005 now, do you know when this is?"

"Online literature has just risen, and Dianniang has successfully topped the top spot in the peer website. Xuehong is the leader. Later platinum writers are still going to school and struggling. The ancestors of all kinds of schools have not entered the online literature industry... And I have a vision that exceeds this era for more than ten years."

In a silly giggle, the thermos was filled with hot water, the white mist evaporated, and water dripping splashed on the face, making Zhang Shang come back to his senses from his imagination.

I returned to the dormitory with my thoughts all the way, and everyone was tired of playing and was maintaining their own four-wheel drive cars. I was very fond of them.

"Zhang Shang, are you so soulless today? Don't scare us!"

Li Yang found something was wrong. Today, Zhang Shang seemed to have changed his personal life and did something inexplicable.

He usually plays crazy. He will buy a four-wheel drive car as long as he has pocket money. If he gets broken, he will buy it immediately. In the past few days of living in the school, he has seen a classmate Zhang who would rather eat pickled vegetables and steamed buns than save money to buy toys.

Today, I was too lazy to assemble the unpacked four-wheel drive car, and I unexpectedly went to fetch water. This week I lived in the school, this lazy man made the first move.

"I'm fine, by the way, whoever likes to read novels in our class? I saw you pull apart the 800-page novel a few days ago and pass them on page by page."

"Yang Zhiyuan's deskmate, Li Jianjun, he is right behind your seat, you don't know?" Li Yang's eyes widened, a little scared, looking at people with a weird look.

"Oh, it's him..."

"What's going on today? You miss Yang Zhiyuan so quickly?"

Li Yang carefully wiped the four-wheel drive car with a wet cloth. After seeing Zhang Shang get hot water back, he leaned against the table and was stunned, and casually teased him.

This is probably the case for boys' dormitories. Apart from their beloved toys, only discussing girls can bring some different fun.

At the age of sixteen, he has just begun to fall in love and knows how to blush and heartbeat. Although few classmates have the courage to express their admiration for beautiful girls, they are not hesitant to speak in private.

Zhang Shang didn't reply, his thoughts were still a little confused. He recalled the past, poured a cup of boiling water from the thermos, picked it up and drank it habitually, and was so hot that he sucked the air conditioner.

"hiss……"

"Are you stupid? I see that you are sick and miss the girl and are crazy?"

Only when talking about girls can a little bit of inspiration appear and show the poor junior high school culture so much. We are also people who can adapt idioms and are cultural people.

"She should have already been with Fan Zijie at this time, but we don't know."

Blowing the water in the cup, the faint ripples rippled and the heat was steaming. Zhang Shang tried hard to recall the past.

In the green years, I still vaguely remember the girl who looks a little fat, has a soft skin like a baby, has a cheerful personality, looks very comfortable when she smiles, and her white teeth are really beautiful.

I liked her very much in junior high school. I had a vague feeling and thought that it was like it. Even after graduation, I kept thinking about it until the years smoothed out my memory and became trance.

I have been on campus for a week and my parents should be back.

The school has a bicycle garage.

The iron railings welded horizontally and vertically spread more than ten meters, enclosing the school wall and adding a layer of blue colored steel tiles to the top to block the rain. This is the garage.

In the dizzy Curry, Zhang Shang saw his car at a glance, a pure blue raid sports car.

On road bicycles, the handlebars bent downwards, the tires are narrow, and can be shifted in five gears, and the pointed seats often crush the eggs. This is the "Maserati" in the 2005s.

There is such a bicycle, which is a representative of high spirits.

I haven't ridden for a week and the car is covered with thick dust. I took out toilet paper from my pocket, wiped the beam and handle, raised my fist and hammered the seat twice, and then slapped it, and it was clean.

After leaving the garage, a classmate on the road saw the car and was envious in his eyes.

Zhang Shang's movements of spreading his legs and putting on the bicycle were all arrogant.

His bicycle posture is very classic. He pedals with his heels and pulled them to a height of 20,000 to 50,000 yuan.

In later generations, if a student dares to ride like this, he will just beat him up.

Behind the scenery, it is either vicissitudes or dirty.

This "Maserati" was bought by my grandma.

Zhang's mother has three sisters, but she has no brothers. Her grandfather works in other places all year round and guards the community. She is commonly known as the "old man".

Grandma is 60 years old and still has to be a nanny for others, serving the half-paralyzed old lady in her 80s. She is full-time and can earn 1,200 yuan a month.

This car was earned by grandma’s half-month salary, which was used to treat people with shit and urine. She couldn’t sleep every night and took sleeping pills.

Riding on the bike, looking down at the spinning front tire, grandma's kind face appeared in front of her, and she saw things and thought of others, and her eyes gradually became wet.

I remember that my grandma lived only 72 years old, had a cerebral infarction, and had been paralyzed in bed for three years. She slept during the day, screamed in pain at night, and was like a wailing bitten by a wolf dog, and she couldn't sleep all night.

After three years of hard work, I made my three daughters who took turns taking care of her energy and ended my journey in life.

My mother Yang Xin often nags, cerebral infarction is just because her body is not in control. Why do she howl, hum, and stop every night when she screams until she is exhausted.

It seems that only "cancer" will be like this.

But these three daughters.

Two rented houses and were heavily in debt.

A person who has a house but his uncle is so stingy that he doesn't pay for his children to go to school, would rather let you fall into school.

Therefore, people rarely mention "Go to the hospital for a check-up."

Even if he talks occasionally, grandma shook her head violently and said she would never leave.

The fragile children cannot withstand the toss and things.

...

Jiabao Village.

Taigu No. 2 Middle School is located at the entrance of the village.

The mottled road surface is like a car passing by when it is dry and dust is flying all over the sky. When it rains, even a thirteen-meter semi-trailer may not be able to drive out of the trap.

The yard is large, with large painted black iron doors, and several rows of neatly cultivated land to grow vegetables.

Several tiled houses with gray soil were blocked by several jujube trees in the yard and could not see the sun.

This is the old house of the Yang family.

Grandpa worked outside all year round, and grandma didn’t have time to come back, so Zhang’s parents moved to take care of the house and lived there for two years.
To be continued...