16 year old graduation ceremony

After running for a long time on the provincial road, the sparse scenery and the sound of the engine almost made Xiang Ling doze off, the locomotive finally turned into a small road surrounded by betel nut trees, and a dark gray building with a rusty green iron roof appeared in front of it. The red lacquered characters on the white iron signboard said so-and-so freight company, and after turning around two warehouses, they saw many trucks busy loading and unloading goods, and some men with dirty towels around their necks shouted to work.She parked the locomotive at a far corner of the warehouse, blocked the strong sunlight on her eyebrows with one hand, looked at the workers for a while, then picked up a package on the car, and asked one of them, who was wearing a sweaty white vest and muscular The embossed, dark-skinned young man walked up.Before she even got close, a few sharp-eyed men greeted her by whistling and saying some nasty words.This kind of man who was as dirty as a beast had always made Xiang Ling feel dangerous and disgusted, and he could smell the strong and sharp sweat acid and choking lime smell from their bodies from a long distance, but she couldn't run back, the other one was even worse. A strong and irresistible silent will dominates the body and direction.

The young man had just hoisted a few heavy cardboard boxes onto the truck, and when he turned his head and saw her, he scowled at his rude colleague, "What are you doing? It's Miss Ruan!"

Someone spat a mouthful of blood-red betel nut juice on the ground: "Lie to Xiao Zai! If Miss Youxiu is your brother Zhu Yuan's younger sister, Ann, I can call you brother-in-law too!"

The people next to him made jokes about eating tofu, but the young man ignored them, walked over and pulled her aside, twisted his thick black eyebrows, and asked in a vicious voice: "Didn't I tell you to stop coming, It's important to study, I will send the money back, what are you doing here?"

She handed him the package: "This is the dried meat and salted fish made by my aunt, and I will serve you as a side dish."

Her brother neither looked at her nor reached out to pick her up. He took Huang Changshou from the shoulder strap of his vest, lit a cigarette, and asked an invisible person in front of him, "Did Mom eat more recently?" ? Did you do well in the exam? Don’t swim and play all day long. If you pass the university exam, you will be able to study. I don’t know how to study without you. You should work harder and read for your brother’s share..." It seemed that she didn’t expect her answer at all. , Gu Zihe laughed, and then remembered something, stopped his laughter, turned his head and asked seriously: "That tall Zhuangwei, you haven't been with him anymore, have you?"

She shook her head, and then he smiled in satisfaction, and took a puff of smoke briskly: "That's good, if that worthless tree comes around again, I will use an iron bar to break his high feet, Just try it and you’ll know... Ah, how is the old man doing recently? Didn’t you go out to play all day long? Did you take the money back home?”

His words made her chest tighten suddenly, as if something was blocked, but she couldn't open her mouth, the root of her tongue was like being firmly clamped by a hemp rope in her heart.Speaking, out of curiosity, Xian Ling encouraged the owner of this body, what do you want to say?However, she didn't say anything, just nodded, and smiled, saying that everything was fine at home, and stuffed the package into her brother's arms, saying that it was time for her to go back.After starting the locomotive, her brother rushed over suddenly, quickly stuffed a roll of wet and wrinkled banknotes into her hands, and hurriedly jumped into the driver's seat of the truck without saying anything.

Riding back along the way we came, the sky has turned deep purple, and there is a silver-white slender moon bud pinned to the horizon.From this silent and tired body, Xian Ling sensed a trace of rising tension, just like the crescent moon that was about to slant to the west, so slow and indistinguishable that a large number of people rushing home after work poured into the road. In the tide of cars, Zhao Xiuyin's classic motorcycle is like sailing against the current, advancing once and retreating three times.

Turning from the busy street into an old community, the mercury street lamps illuminate the crowded dilapidated bungalows into ancient photos of stone blue, the screen doors creak, and mothers wearing plastic slippers call for their children at the alley. The sizzling aroma of fried garlic urges the rumbling hungry footsteps.She parked the motorcycle in front of a dimly lit house, picked up her schoolbag and the bag containing the wet swimsuit and turned around, but was startled by a tall figure in the corner, and she didn't see clearly until the man walked into the light The tight khaki uniform, the long schoolbag covered in graffiti with the school badge of the private high school pinned to it, and a pair of scorching and distressed eyes seemed to be begging and threatening to her.She took two steps towards him involuntarily, but there was a sharp coughing sound in the room, she just came back to her senses, stopped looking at the boy, and hurriedly opened the door with mottled green paint to escape. It seems to have drilled in.

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