Due to rib surgery, I lay in the hospital for more than a month and at home for two months. During this period, Daguo, Ergouzi and Erli often came to see me, and Erli also told me his difficulties.

It turns out that before he met me, Erli severely injured Tiexi Hua's people because he stood up for someone else. After being caught by Hua, for some reason, Hua appreciated him more and didn't do anything to him. Still.

Erli asked an acquaintance to go to the police station to help him avoid being punished by public security. Erli also felt that he owed Brother Hua a favor and never had the chance to repay it. After all, for a person like him who licks blood from the edge of a knife, it is hard to repay favors when money is easy to make.

Because of this, after I sneaked back to Baicheng and was discovered by Erli, he thought about it and felt that he could not ensure my safety with his own strength, so he found Brother Hua and hoped that he would stand up for me. Brother Hua refused at first.

, but after Erli heard that my best friend Ergouzi's father was Director Xiao of the Beicheng Public Security Bureau, he readily agreed to stand up for me. He also said that as long as he handed me over to him, Erli's favor would be paid off.

That’s the story before.

After listening to Erli's account, I realized that the smartest person here is not me, not Erli, let alone Daguo and Ergouzi, but Brother Hua! This man is really a master who has no profit! For his own sake

In future actions in Beicheng, he tried his best to use me as a bargaining chip in exchange for the opportunity to get close to Uncle Xiao. Because he believed that based on my friendship with Ergouzi'er, Uncle Xiao would never care about me, even if he didn't care about my life or death, at least.

He also needs to make sure his son is safe. This is an obvious gamble on his part, because if Uncle Xiao doesn't save me, he will make enemies because of my stupidity with Big Brother Beicheng. This is obviously not cost-effective! But at least

From the current point of view, he has succeeded! But as for how Uncle Xiao and he will get along in the future, it is beyond my power. I just told Er Gouzi to pay attention to Brother Hua, who is definitely not a good person (a good person). Er Gouzi

Gouzi also scratched his head and said that his father never listened to what he said, so there was nothing he could do about it.

I understand everything about Erli in my heart. I just say one sentence, Erli, you will always be my buddy and a brother worthy of my trust! As for Daguo, I still feel grateful and guilty. He and I have never been close friends. For

I contributed money and effort, and I will definitely return the money to him slowly in the future! When the big country heard what I said, he still said to me in the same way: "Your grandson is a poor man. I have been here so many times, and every time

The first time you talked to me, you just talked about money, money, money. If you don’t have money, you can’t be brothers?” While talking, he still threw me a cigarette from Lao Maozi (common name for Russians), lit it and continued to smoke, minding his own business and said:

"Brother, do you think I am in need of three melons and two dates? Money is a thing. I go to the brothels and eat bean dregs. I have to save what I need and spend what I need to spend! It's just you who will be poor for the rest of your life. Let me tell you.

I feel unlucky if there are too many!" In exchange, the remaining three of us scolded us, "If you don't pretend to be a big country, you can die! You are just a rich man pretending to be stupid!"

Daguo and Erli think I'm fine this time, and plan to go back to Station 87 tomorrow. Ergouzi is going to the provincial capital Chuncheng to go to school in a few days. His father arranged it for him, and it's not convenient for me to have lunch.

When they went out to eat, Daguo took advantage of his mother's absence from work and took the initiative to go to the restaurant to buy food. The first was to give him and Erli and Ergouzi a farewell party at his own expense. The second was to have a nice drink with his brother. He was the one who suggested the matter.

Of course, he took the initiative to take care of it. In fact, the three of us would not fight with him about paying the bill. After all, we have to give the rich local rich man a chance to pretend. When the meal is set, the big country will do magic and take it out of his coat.

I bought 2 bottles of wine with Russian letters printed all over it. She even said to me in a low-spirited manner, "This is high-quality vodka. It's very expensive. It's worth at least several hundred condoms. I feel bad for giving it to your grandchildren!"

It still resulted in a scolding from the three of us.

After the wine was poured, Daguo suggested that I have a drink first. I thought for a moment and said to the three of them: "Since my accident, Ryoko, if it hadn't been for the help of my three brothers, I would be the disabled person toasting you today! I won't

You're so good at talking, you just have to say, if you look at me brightly, I will treat you as brothers who can live with each other for the rest of my life!" After saying this, he raised his head and drank the vodka glass! Erli and Ergouzi drank the vodka without hesitation.

, when we arrived at the big country, he hesitated for a moment. I thought he was going to say something that would move us very much, but it turned out that he was still like a rich man from the land. He asked us to drink too much, and drank such good wine before tasting it, which was not the same as livestock.

What's the difference? A big country still has this behavior, and dogs can't change it.

This meal lasted from noon to evening, because although I didn’t drink much wine, it was only about half a catty per person, but the stamina was very strong! During the dinner, the four of us talked a lot with each other. Specifically, what did I say?

I can't remember clearly. I don't remember who suggested it. The four brothers became brothers with different surnames. Daguozi was the oldest, Erli was the second, Ergouzi was the third, and I was the youngest. Anyway, everyone was in high spirits, and it was really fun.

A bunch of people kowtow to each other and become sworn sworn brothers. They change their names to elder brother and younger brother.

By the time I sobered up, it was already the second day, and all three of them had already left. I spent the rest of the days recuperating at home. By May, my injury was almost healed, and my mother also contacted the school and asked me to continue.

Go read a book.

School? When I heard that I was going to school, the word school suddenly became unfamiliar to me. I almost forgot that I was still a freshman in high school.

There are nine high schools in the city where I live. The best is City No. 1 Middle School, and the worst is Mongolian High School. The high school I attended is City No. 3 Middle School, located in the Beicheng District of the city. The enrollment rate is either high or low.

high school, but every year there are always a few students admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University in the college entrance examination. This means that many families run around to squeeze in to the city's No. 3 middle school because their children did not pass the high school entrance examination.

I was able to get in not because of my good grades, but because I am a child of a soldier. The city’s No. 3 Middle School has a tradition of supporting the military and has preferential admissions policies, so I was able to get in.

From the time I stabbed someone and ran away until I recovered, I haven’t been to school for four months. My mother went to the principal many times. She has been ignorant since she was a child. She kept saying that the principal did not support "double support" (supporting the army and supporting the subordinates).

), the principal agreed to let me continue studying, which was a great deal of face.

But when I stood at the gate of No. 3 Middle School with my empty schoolbag on my back, watching the students who had arrived on time in the morning pouring in, I didn’t know what I should do. I was struggling with whether to go in or not!

I thought it would be better to wait and get used to it before going in. After thinking about it, I sat on the flower bed at the school gate and smoked, watching the students entering the gate.

The time has arrived at 8 o'clock, and most of the students have arrived at school. The school is about to close. I am the only one sitting in the flower bed at the gate. A male teacher on duty looked at me a few times and hesitated for a long time before speaking to me.

He shouted: "Hey! Classmate, it's you! The one who smokes! Are you from our school?" I saw it was calling me, so I quickly put out the cigarette butt, walked over and said yes to the teacher. The teacher on duty had a look on his face when he learned that I was a student of our school.

He immediately lost his temper and scolded me loudly: "Do you understand the school rules? Today is Monday's flag-raising ceremony. Where is your school uniform? What grade are you in? Which class are you in? What is your name? Who is the teacher? You are so young.

Are you still smoking at your age? Do your family members know?” The barrage of questions made me dizzy. I had forgotten that the school had this rule. All I knew was that I was in Class 6, Grade 1, and the class teacher was a man in his 40s.

A 20-year-old woman, whose surname is Zhang, I don’t remember her exact name because I often skipped classes and basically didn’t stay in the class for long. My classmates didn’t recognize me. I didn’t know how to answer, so I kept silent to the teacher on duty.

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The teacher on duty became even more angry when he saw that I didn't get any response to his questions. He came over and grabbed my clothes and dragged me into the teaching building. As he walked, he got mad: "What kind of student is this? Come with me to the principal!"

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This teacher dragged me stumbling all the way. The classmates who were passing by saw it and started talking secretly. I felt very embarrassed, so I shook the teacher's hand away and yelled at him: "Don't drag me! I can walk by myself."

." When the teacher on duty saw me like this, he got even more tempered and slapped me across the face with a "pop" sound that was so hot. Seeing that I lowered my head and covered my face without responding, he became even more enthusiastic and continued to reprimand me.

: "I have been a dean of students for so many years, but I have never seen a student like you. What the hell! You are raised by your mother, but you are not educated by your mother! Today I will educate you for them!"

When I heard that he was insinuations about my parents, I was completely angry. Before the accident, when someone hit me, I might only be able to hide or run. But after stabbing someone, I discovered that fighting is actually a highly technical sport.

, winning does not depend on physical strength, but on having the confidence to win. You must overwhelm your opponent with momentum and make your opponent fear you from the bottom of his heart.

I don't care if others scold me, but as long as someone scolds my parents, I will get angry! When I heard the dean of students talking endlessly, I couldn't help it anymore, so I took out a portable switchblade from my lower back and stabbed him fiercely.

The dean reacted quickly. He jumped two meters away with a look of horror on his face, then turned around and ran away. The story that happened next has been circulated in the school. Many years later, I returned to my alma mater to visit the teacher, and many people can still recall it.

It was a scene at that time.

A student held a switchblade and chased the dean all over the playground. At that time, a flag-raising ceremony was being held on the playground. The students had already lined up, the microphones were turned on, and the principal was about to start speaking. As soon as he was about to speak, he was approached from afar.

A nearby cry of "Help! Killer!" interrupted.

The principal, teachers, and students were all stunned. The solemn atmosphere of the entire flag-raising ceremony disappeared in an instant. Thousands of students looked at me chasing the dean with a knife as if watching a monkey trick. Whistles, cheers, and cheers filled the whole place.

On the playground, the principal's face was as pale as pig liver, and his expression was extremely ugly. It wasn't until a few teachers controlled me that the carnival-like flag-raising ceremony ended without joy.
Chapter completed!