() The aroma of rapeseed oil that hits your face drifts far away on the bright road of the 1990s. No one pays attention to this small microcosm of time. It will not be until many years later that people will remember the life we ​​once had.

It's so beautiful, no waste oil, no blending oil.

After burying his lies all night, Zhang Zhenyi had to stagger to the Experimental Junior High School early in the morning with two big dark circles under his eyes, like a giant panda. The smell along the way made him unable to eat at all.

His head, which was too heavy to lift, was slumped feebly on his shoulders, causing passers-by and teenagers to drool in shock.

"What a genius, he can even fall asleep while walking."

"It seems that lies kill people. It takes countless lies to tell a lie, and what's even more frightening is that when you meet someone who wants to get to the bottom of it, it's not just as simple as telling a lie, but you also have to bear a huge burden.

The psychological pressure, what a sin!”

Zhang Zhenyi couldn't muster any strength at all. He walked into Shizhong's campus like a wandering spirit. He followed the number on the house number to find a classroom like 10 and dove in. For a first-year junior high school student in this era, natural people

Everyone likes to sit in the front row, but Zhang Zhenyi picked a table in the corner of the classroom like a god, sat down like no one else, and fell asleep.

He didn't know that his astonishing image of the God of Sleep had become an eternal legend in Experimental Junior High School just on the first day. For freshmen on the first day of school, there had never been a student who could complete four classes in a row.

The miracle of sleeping on the table happened to be Zhang Zhenyi, a classmate from 101, who broke the record unprecedentedly.

It has to be said that this record was created by many accidents. Who would have known that on the first day of school, the head teacher, Mr. Rao, had to be hospitalized for intravenous drip due to severe oral ulcers. Without mobilization in the class meeting, the mathematics teacher who taught the class unexpectedly

He lectured on mathematical myths for a whole morning in a very responsible manner.

And Zhang Zhenyi, the God of Sleep, was ignored by the old teacher wearing reading glasses because he was sitting in the last row. He was immediately regarded as a typical example of a child who cannot be taught. It was not until the end of the fourth period that he could not bear to face the class teacher.

The student said:

"Someone wake up the classmate who has slept for four periods and let him come back after dinner before going back to sleep."

"What are you doing? Do you want to eat?"

The answer that was like a ghost instantly set the quiet classroom on fire.

The large classroom filled with sixty or seventy people suddenly fell into panic. The originally ordinary classmate Zhang Zhenyi became widely known on the first day, and the name of "Sleeping God" was firmly carried by the young man from then on.

and become a legend that no one can surpass.

"Hey, Zhang Zhenyi, have you never slept in eight lifetimes? You sleep like a pig. I have never seen anyone who can sleep like you. I can usually sleep for more than ten hours."

A big discussion about the "Sleeping God" has spread in this exciting era. Everyone has expressed their opinions and opinions. However, our protagonist Zhang Zhenyi, a classmate, was extremely depressed at this time by the "little fat man" Wang who was sitting at the same table.

Minghao joked with a teasing look on his face.

"Hahaha, you two are both pigs, one is a god of sleep, and the other is a sleeping pig."

A funny voice suddenly came from behind the two of them. It was the end of school, and the boys and girls around them all burst into laughter.

"You bastard, you will die if I don't beat you to death."

Years, the incomparably nostalgic boyhood, the incomparably beautiful middle school career, the incomparably beautiful friendship between classmates, I praise you, our years. The dust of the years, the memory of September drifts far and far, Zhang Zhenyi seems to have not realized it yet

A crisis like a storm was coming towards me, so I walked back on the stone road with brisk steps and humming a familiar tune.

"Uncle, the door is open!"

"Uncle?"

"Hey, hey, open the door, are you at home?"

No one seemed to respond, and the young man suddenly became distressed. No one was at home. Could it be that he was going to starve to death in this desert era? Could it be that countless beauties had missed him in this terrible era?

"You are some stupid kid who has not been taught by adults. Why are you making such a fuss? Just stay away from me."

A frightening loud voice suddenly came from the side door, and then a fat woman with a bloated figure came over with strange steps.

"Did I have a taboo with fat women? Why are there so many losers like this? Damn it."

The young man cursed secretly, but he had to endure it and asked.

"Auntie, I am Xiao Liu's nephew who lives in this room. I wonder where my uncle has gone. Do you know?"

"Liu Runping? That little bastard was driven away by me. It turns out that you are that little bastard's nephew. Then get out of here. You country bumpkin who has no money to pay rent, don't die here if you want to die. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

Pull, get out!”

After saying that, he turned around with a disgusted face and slammed the door.

"I despise you, you fat woman who deserves to die."

He raised his middle finger in contempt for a while, but the young man had no choice but to walk out of the alley and walk to school. He couldn't find anyone now. This county is big or small, but it's not easy to find a living person.

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"My uncle is not a fool. He should know to look for me in a familiar place. There is no other place where I can be found in the county besides the Experimental Junior High School."

After Zhang Zhenyi figured it out, he immediately ran towards the school. After about ten minutes, he returned to the school gate. As expected, he saw the thin Liu Runping sitting on the stone slab at the gate, with a large bag beside him.

Stacking things, I don’t know how he moved here.

In fact, the two of them didn't have much. Apart from a snakeskin bag of clothes to wash and change, they only had two beddings, a pile of heavy textbooks, a few pots, pots and hot water bottles, which belonged to rural people.

The young man is quite capable of carrying a load.

"Little uncle."

"Shinichi, you know everything? We have no place to live now."

Looking at his little nephew running over from that direction, sweating profusely, Liu Runping knew that the young man already knew the current situation, and he felt depressed in his heart. In this terrible era where people have nowhere to complain, such a scene happens almost every day.

In the performance, we have nowhere to escape. In the years of poverty, we only have a pair of hard-working hands and a strong heart that never gives up.

"Let's not talk about it for now. Uncle, you haven't eaten yet. Let's find a place to eat first. After dinner, we will talk about it. In the afternoon, we will go find a house together. Today is the first day of school. The head teacher will not come because he has something to do, so we don't have to go to class.

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The staggering back, the hard character, the two bodies, one large and one small, slowly walked through the streets, the optimistic face, and a touch of sadness.
Chapter completed!