Author: March Mazhu

During every monthly holiday, mid-term buses from the following counties and towns will come to the school in advance to pick up students.

But there is no such thing as No. 1 Middle School.

Because the county and town where Lu An is located is the birthplace of No. 2 Middle School, even though No. 1 Middle School is better than No. 2 Middle School, students from their hometown are not eligible to enter No. 1 Middle School.

The reason why he was able to come to No. 1 Middle School was that, firstly, his high school entrance examination results were outstanding enough, and secondly, he came through Uncle Meng's back door.

The No. 1 Middle School is in the center of the city, and the No. 2 Middle School is in the east of the city close to the suburbs. There is a distance in between. It takes about half an hour by bus.

There are very few mid-day buses in Paoqian Town these days. There are only three buses going back every day, one in the morning, one in the afternoon and one in the evening. If you miss the bus, you have to wait until the next day.

Every time Lu An goes back for monthly vacation, he first takes the bus to Huamen, and then joins Zeng Lingbo and Wei Fangyuan from No. 2 Middle School and takes the mid-range bus back to town.

Finally, the three of them rode bicycles on a 12-mile mountain road and arrived home.

In this era, for a farmer's son to go from studying in a mountain to the outside world, this is a great event in itself.

I still remember that when the three of them first entered Baoqing City, they were fascinated by many novel things as soon as they got off the car. The men and women in the city were so fashionable. At that time, they felt that the smell of charcoal smoke that permeated the city was...

Unique.

"Have any flowers bloomed on the flower gate? Have any flowers bloomed on the flower gate?"

Just as Lu An looked at the old street outside through the car window and recalled the past, the bus unknowingly arrived at Huamen.

He immediately stood up and shouted: "Master, step on it!"

Brake! The car stopped.

As soon as the door opened, Lu An quickly got out of the car with his bag, looked around, and saw someone waving to him in front of him, so he immediately ran over there quickly.

The person waving was Zeng Lingbo. As soon as he saw him, he jumped up and shouted:

"This way! Luan! Luan! This way!"

Lu An hurried over and asked breathlessly: "Where is the car?"

Zeng Lingbo put his right hand into his schoolbag and took out a bottle of Coke and gave it to him:

"The car has gone to pick up people elsewhere. The driver asked us to wait here. Come on, can I treat you to a drink of fresh foreign stuff?"

Lu An happened to be a little thirsty, so he unscrewed the lid and took a big sip, and asked: "Are you rich?"

Zeng Lingbo said strangely, "If you want to make a fortune, no one else can ask me."

Lu An smiled as if he understood: "Girl?"

Zeng Lingbo laughed: "It is indeed a girl, but not what you think?"

The two of them had been playing together since they were young, and they had very similar playstyles. Lu An knew it was not the right time without speaking to each other, so he didn't ask further.

After taking another sip of Coke, Lu An realized in hindsight, "That's not right. Why are you alone, and Wei Fangyuan?"

"Luan, how did you react?"

"Sorry, I've been a little forgetful lately. Where did she go?"

Speaking of Wei Fangyuan, Zeng Lingbo seemed a little lonely, "Now that he has good grades, he doesn't pick on me so much in school."

Lu An glanced at him and said with a smile: "We are all from the same village. We have been classmates since childhood. The friendship between the three of us is not like this."

Wei Fangyuan and Zeng Lingbo had a bad relationship later on, and he had never asked about his previous life, but he had a vague feeling that Old Zeng liked Old Wei.

Zeng Lingbo didn't seem to want to mention her more, and just said, "I have a nest in the city, I won't go back this time."

Is there a nest in the city?

Lu An was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Wei Fangyuan had a biological sister who later worked as a nurse in Baoqing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. She couldn't remember which year it was before. Could it be that she started this year?

Not long after waiting, the mid-term bus arrived, and every space in the bus was packed with people like piggies.

There is a 95-mile road from Huamen to the town. It is mountainous, winding, and relatively steep. It took more than three hours for the shuttle bus to sway like a disco dancer.

It was almost dark by now.

The fare was 7 yuan, which could buy two kilograms of meat. Lu An was very distressed.

Zeng Lingbo had a 28-inch sedan that he didn't know the owner of, and it was at a relative's house in the town. The two of them picked up the car and drove north along the river, one taking the other with them, and headed home.

Since junior high school, the two have ridden together like this for several years, switching rides along the way, relaxed and happy.

In this rural village where transportation is basically by walking, the two of them, Yi Ran, are the most handsome kids on the road, and are the envy of their peers.

Because of this bicycle, that bastard Zeng Lingbo even cheated a girl out of him when he was in the third grade of junior high school.

It is said that the girl's father, who was returning from farm work, noticed something was wrong in the woodshed and looked out the window in confusion.

Oops!

It's okay if I don't poke my head, but if I poke my head I almost die from a cerebral infarction!

When the girl's father discovered that this boy had stripped his daughter naked, he was so furious that he was foaming at the mouth.

That day, Zeng Lingbo was chased ten miles away by the girl's father with a hoe, and became the most watched boy in the town.

As for how it was resolved later, the Zeng family is tight-lipped, and Lu An doesn’t know the details. He only knows that a lot of coordination was used and a lot of money was lost.

Thinking of this, Lu An asked: "Did you sleep with that girl back then?"

This incident made Zeng Lingbo extremely depressed: "No, as soon as I took off my underwear, I found a brain shell at the window of the woodshed. At that time, everyone was so scared that they peed."

Lu An asked again: "Why did you choose to take out the tools and commit the crime at the girl's house instead of going somewhere else?"

Zeng Lingbo replied: "We didn't think about it before. At that time, I read about 20 pages of Jin Ping Mei and found that I felt very anxious. I took off my clothes first, and then took off her clothes too."

Luan couldn't stop laughing.

After laughing for a long time, he asked: "Where is that girl now? Is there still contact with her?"

Zeng Lingbo shook his head: "No, their family has disappeared since then."

Shangcun is by the reservoir.

There is a long slope to climb when entering the village, so the two of them would alternate pushing the cart every time.

When he climbed up the slope with great effort, Lu An suddenly stopped in place. He suddenly found his sister Song Jia standing by the roadside of the village, as if waiting for someone, or perhaps waiting for him.

"Brother! Brother!" Song Jia had sharp eyes and started calling him from a distance.

Lu An threw his bicycle to Lao Zeng, ran over like the wind with his schoolbag on his back, then braked and stopped in front of Song Jia, with a smile on his face.

It’s great that you are still so young!

At this time, Song Jia was wearing old clothes that had turned white after being washed. Her pretty face was tanned by the sun, and her hair was neatly styled, but her hair was split and sallow. It looked like she was malnourished and could not be found.

A little bit of youthful girly atmosphere.

Looking at the person in front of her, Lu An felt a sudden discomfort in her heart. The laughter she had felt when she was joking with Lao Zeng just now disappeared, and she felt that there was a heavy burden on her shoulders.

Suppressing the complicated emotions in his heart, Lu An asked: "Why are you here?"

Song Jia stretched out her hand to take his schoolbag familiarly: "Wait for you, brother. Sister Fangyuan called home yesterday afternoon, and I just learned that you are on monthly leave today."

Lu An felt warm in her heart and followed her into a wooden house left over from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Due to its age, the wooden house's soles are not only rotten, but also slightly tilted to the right. The other end is supported by four dry pine trees.

The house is not big, with three rooms.

Entering the door is the main room, with rooms on the left and right. Behind the main room is the stove room. The lighting in the stove room is not good and it is a bit dark.

The stove house is connected to the backyard. On the left side of the backyard is a row of pig pens, on the right side is a place where firewood is piled, and there is a big mountain in the back.

This is the structure of Lao Lu's family.

Entering the main room, Lu An unconsciously glanced at the black and white photo on the niche, and then looked up at the beam. He had very bad memories here.

He couldn't wait to search, but couldn't see the eldest sister. He asked: "Sister, where is the eldest sister?"

Song Jia was busy in the kitchen: "Sister, I went to hunt pigweed. I have been there for a long time. I should be back soon."

Smelling the aroma of meat, Lu An returned to the kitchen and saw that she was frying pork liver with small intestines. She was a little stunned for a moment. The food was seriously over the standard.

I couldn't help but ask her: "Did you buy this?"

Song Jia gave a small hum and said, "I bought it from Butcher Yan after school. Her daughter is a classmate of mine. She sells the meat at a ridiculous price."

The so-called hanging meat price is the price that the butcher pays when he buys the pigs from the farmers. The pigs are sold to the girl for no money.

Luan asked: "Where did you get the money?"

Song Jia said: "I sold my hair."

Lu An subconsciously asked: "Why did you sell your hair? It looks better with long hair."

Song Jia said: "Brother, long hair wastes shampoo, I'm too lazy to keep it."

Lu An's eyes fell on her head, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

He sat on the stove and used iron tongs to pick up some firewood from time to time and put it into the stove. Then he listened to the sound of the spatula and stir-fried the pot and stared at the crackling sparks in a daze.

The pork liver is so hot that it comes out of the pot very quickly.
To be continued...