blazing fire

Don't think about these things before going to bed, the more you think about it, the more angry you get.

What's more, he didn't have the habit of going to bed before 9 o'clock.

When he tossed and turned on the bed until the No.17 cycle, Cheng Zhuo was sure that he was insomnia.

Yang Huai's customs are a bit different from his family's. They go to the cemetery to burn paper to worship their ancestors during the Spring Festival. Cheng Zhuo was forcibly brought back by that man when he was very young, saying, "Anyway, the eldest grandson will show himself in front of the grandpa's tomb." Face".But not many times, because every time Cheng Zhuo made a fuss and refused to come.

A place with no dialect and nothing to play with is unattractive to children.

Therefore, I didn't have a particularly clear impression of Yang Huai until tonight.

Outside the half-open window is the quiet night, only occasionally two dogs bark from far away, followed by the sound of scolding the dog.

Before long, everything was silent.

In the middle of the journey, Cheng Zhuo also got up to look at the night sky once. There are many stars, so it will be clear tomorrow.

The sky was much cleaner than the city, and it was the only thing that made him feel comfortable all day.

He couldn't remember how long it took him to fall asleep. Early the next morning, he was inexplicably awakened by the voices of passers-by outside.

A beam of light shines in from outside the window, cutting the old wooden floor into light and dark sides.Cheng Zhuo sat on the bed and looked at the bright area, and when he fully woke up from the doze, he suddenly let out the breath that he had held all night.

Based on his understanding of his own father... It may be a bit strange to say this, he actually didn't know his father very well, it should be seen from his experience of fighting with his own father over the years, this fact was beyond his expectation, but carefully It makes sense to think about it.

That person is sometimes a very cruel person.Cheng Yuan is nine years old this year. During that woman's pregnancy, Cheng Guangzong should have never paid a single glance to her. It wasn't until later that he found out that a son was born there, and suddenly said at home that he would take the illegitimate child back.

Let’s not mention how surprised his mother and he were at that time. Xiaosan, logically speaking, is the one who is held on top of her heart. During her pregnancy, she was able to ignore it. Cheng Zhuo thought about it carefully, and felt that because of his heartlessness To a certain extent, it is impossible to do so absolutely.But his own father could do it.

"Garbage is garbage." Comparing with garbage seems to be a waste of value.

Cheng Zhuo suddenly figured it out, he couldn't fall asleep anyway, so he simply put on his clothes and got out of bed.

Last night, I was so angry that I didn't tidy up. Two boxes of luggage blocked the traffic in front of the bed.Cheng Zhuo stuffed all the scattered things back, closed the trunk lid, and went to the corner to retrieve the book that was smashed to pieces by him.

Fortunately, it is a useless Chinese elective one.

Although it is still cold, it is actually quite uncomfortable not to take a bath for a day. When he was sleeping last night, he always wanted to put his feet outside the quilt so as not to "contaminate" the quilt. Later, he really felt cold and had to put it back.

If my aunt's house can take a bath, maybe today...

Even if you have a thick skin, you have to find a way to wash it.

Why don't you really move to live with your aunt?

There are other reasons for not wanting to go to my aunt's house. After all, she is a married aunt with a husband and children. He is a teenage boy who lives for a few months. Imagining that picture seems quite disgusting.Cheng Zhuo is not insensitive to other people's emotions, but most of the time he doesn't want to care, and when he wants to understand, he can do well.

There is nothing in grandma's house. Fortunately, there are no extra people. It is quiet, and this is the biggest advantage for him.

Going down the stairs, the door on the first floor facing the stairs is open, grandma has been busy in the kitchen early in the morning.Cheng Zhuo couldn't help and didn't feel that he should help. He brushed his teeth and washed his face according to the steps last night. When he returned to the house, he glanced at the only clock in the family hanging on the wall - it was only after 7 o'clock.

The village was quite lively in the morning, and there were voices of children from far and near. He didn't want to see anyone, so he went back upstairs after washing up.

If you don't live at my aunt's house, you will have to accept the fact that you can't take a bath often.

He didn't want to go to the second uncle's house. If he went to the town every two or three days to take a bath at the two aunts' house...it seemed feasible.

Then he has to buy a basin, at least he has to wash his feet every night, and he has to wash his clothes...

Hold!He just remembered now that grandma's house doesn't have a washing machine either.

Hand wash?Where would he do these things?

Suddenly, a human voice came from not far from the window.

"Got it, fourth aunt, let's go now."

"Excuse me, Xiaoyu... Gouwa, you little boy, do you know how to obey? Don't make trouble for you brother Xiaoyu!"

"Hey!" followed by Cheng Zhuo's somewhat familiar laughter.

It's really new that such a strange place can have a sound that makes him feel familiar.Cheng Zhuo walked to the window and looked, and saw that "Xiao Yu" from yesterday was walking towards here with two or three children.The children have all changed their clothes, and Cheng Zhuo is not sure if they are from yesterday's group, but it should be.

He thought to himself, how many children can there be in a village.

Speaking of which, this man is really a king of children.

but.

Both Xiaoyu and the school uniforms on those children, as well as the schoolbags on their backs reminded him that they are students and should go to school now.Although it was after 7 o'clock to go to school, Cheng Zhuo's understanding seemed a little late, but it was better than him, a person who didn't go to school.

Did not study.

He doesn't like going to school, but he feels very blocked when he really doesn't go to school.This kind of embarrassment began when his father took him away in front of the whole class, and took him to the Academic Affairs Office to take a leave of absence from school. When he went back, whether it was to go back to the second year of high school in September this year or continue to study in the second year of high school in March next year, He will be one level lower than his former classmates.

I thought that my life would be a step-by-step life without surprises, but from the moment I dropped out of school, there was a deviation.

Cheng Zhuo looked coldly at Xiaoyu and his children passing by his house, and the golden sun shone on the silly and happy faces of the group of students.

When they walked over, Cheng Zhuo changed direction again, saw Xiao Yu knocked on the door of another villager's door, led out a child after a while, and the group walked forward all the way.Afterwards, the sounds of the children who had been making noise in the village all morning seemed to disappear suddenly, leaving only the sounds of adult life around.

"It's boring." Cheng Zhuo said to himself, and left the window.

The old house didn't have screens, and he thought it was stuffy, so he didn't intend to close the windows.

But it's time for him to go out.

Cheng Zhuo touched his pocket and took out a bank card with no special features. He stared at the card for a while, then opened the drawer and threw it in.

He actually brought out this card, sometimes he really hates his inappropriate softness.

Thinking about it this way, he put the more than 1000 yuan in his pocket, and then went downstairs.

After walking a few hundred meters, he realized that something was wrong, and walked back, until he stopped at the door of the kitchen of grandma's house.

"Grandma," he yelled inside, "I'm going out for a walk."

Grandma babbled and looked over.

"I-go-go-go-go-go-"

"Oh!" Finally understood.

He wanted to go to the town, but he didn't know how to get there, so he could only recall the direction the woman drove over the day before, and move forward while remembering the road.

Ever since Cheng Zhuo began to find his own way until now, he has never experienced the feeling of not having a mobile phone for navigation.The houses in the village are built in batches, and they have to bypass the fields, so there is no planning. Sometimes a row of old houses walks past and then two rows of new houses go to different directions. The whole road is twisted and extended. Bu Chengzhuo felt that he was about to get lost in the village.

Just when he was wondering whether he should go to someone to ask the way, and if he could understand the way, a car drove over at the end of the dirt road in front of him.

It is smaller than the size of the King Long bus, but it is not a small bread.

His eyesight was quite good, and he could see a handwritten sign behind the front window of the car from a distance, which said No. 308.

bus!

Cheng Zhuo's eyes lit up.

He was very lucky, he followed the direction the bus came from, and after guessing, he actually found a stop sign.The names of the stations on it were more and more popular, and he didn't know where it was, but he understood that the last one was the railway station.

The vicinity of Yanghuai Railway Station must be within the scope of the town, and I don't know how much it costs to take a bus.

After all, it will not be more expensive than taking a car in the city.

So I waited for the bus with peace of mind. The only fly in the ointment was that I didn't have a mobile phone to play with.

Not too long, the car came.Cheng Zhuo, who was squatting bored by the stop sign, stood up and saw the handwritten "308" at a glance.

It seems to be the same car.

The adaptability of human beings is really infinite. If I told him yesterday that there might only be a few buses in this village, the disgust in his heart would probably grow wildly like vegetation, but now he actually thinks it would be nice to have a bus to go to the town. .

"Where are you going?" There was a decent conductor sitting on the mini-sized bus.

"I want to go shopping in the town, where should I stop?"

"Under the big tree," the conductor stretched out his hand, "five yuan!"

The price is actually higher than in the city.

But in Cheng Zhuo's eyes, single digits are not considered money. He reached into his pocket and grabbed out a handful of red bills.

It was rare for the conductor to see such a battle, and he let out an "ouch".

Inexplicably, Cheng Zhuo found out a piece of five yuan and handed it over, took the ticket that the conductor tore up for him, and sat down in a separate empty seat.

When the car drove up, earthen houses, bungalows, straw as high as a person, and sown but not sown fields all became the retrograde scenery outside the car window.

Driving on uneven dirt roads and field ridges, the speed of the car is actually quite fast, the wind blows in through the open window, blowing up the broken hair on Cheng Zhuo's forehead.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the conductor on the road looked back at him several times.

He is out of place here, the clothes on his body make people feel expensive at first glance, and the temperament raised in the city is also different from that in the country.If nothing else, let's just talk about his cold white skin, which is not the skin color that can be raised under the scorching sun in the yellow land.

So he didn't think it was very strange to be seen by others. Anyway, he has nothing that people can't see.

The fuzzy reflection on the car window is still very handsome. Only Cheng Guangzong and that woman might dislike this face.

"Under the Big Tree" is the penultimate stop in front of Yanghuai Railway Station. Cheng Zhuo looked out the window and memorized the general route and direction along the way, watching the people on the bus getting off one after another and people getting on the bus one after another.

When approaching the town, more people get off the train, but the train station is the one with the most traffic.

At least half of the seats were still occupied when he got out of the car.

This place is much more prosperous than the village. There are small one-storey shops along the roadside, and people come and go.Cheng Zhuo also saw a taxi on the street.

He reached out and stopped one.

The driver who got on the bus babbled a few words in dialect, Cheng Zhuo opened the door and said, "Master, can you speak Mandarin?" He made up his mind that if the driver couldn't speak Mandarin, he would get out of the car.

Sure enough, the driver changed his accent: "Aren't you a local?"

"Yeah." Cheng Zhuo closed the car door, "I want to do some shopping, is there a big supermarket near here?"

"There is a Century Hualian in the center of the town, which is the largest."

"Just go there."

It would be nice to have a supermarket. There shouldn't be any international chain supermarkets like those he is familiar with.Cheng Zhuo sighed and leaned his back on the seat.

In fact, he didn't really want to talk, but the driver was as enthusiastic as all the taxi drivers in the world, constantly looking for topics to talk about.

"Where does the young man come from? Come to play or visit relatives?"

"We don't see you so handsome here, are you popular with girls?"

Cheng Zhuo didn't know if he was popular or not, and he should be. In the past, when he came back from playing basketball occasionally, there would be more snacks and other things in the desk drawer.

He didn't know who put it there, there seemed to be a note left, but he didn't read it carefully.Those snacks were all shared by Huang Menghui and the others, but he didn't eat them himself.

But these words reminded him of his previous life, especially when he wanted to know that he would never go back to that class again this morning, so he didn't want to mention it.

Cheng Zhuo simply changed the subject by himself: "Master, besides the supermarket, are there any interesting places in town?"

"Fun?" The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, "You young people, Internet cafes, game arcades, discotheques? These are the places, right?"

"...Ah." Cheng Zhuo didn't expect that the entertainment in this small town is quite complete, and it seems to be similar to that of the people in the city.

"It's all in the center of the town. You can see it when you walk around the supermarket in a while. Internet cafes and game machine rooms are all over there. Oh, there seems to be a karaoke place." The driver introduced him enthusiastically, "Then There is a road called Danchi Road next to it, and there is a disco along the way, but the place for drinking is closed at the moment, if you go there... Oh yes, you can play billiards, there are two big ones over there The billiard room. That's right, that's the direction." The driver pointed out the window and stopped the car.

"Thanks." Cheng Zhuo glanced at the meter and took out the money, "Do you want to add fuel?"

"Add a piece."

"Row."

I gave the money to get off the car, but the sun was still the same.

The so-called "big" supermarket is the standard in the town. Cheng Zhuo looked at the two-story building for a while, and although he was not satisfied, he had no choice but to go in.

The supermarket trolley had been used for a few years, and it was rusty and dirty. He chose it for a long time, and finally went to the side to choose a basket that looked clean, and carried it in.

I need to buy a basin, and there are not enough towels. If I do laundry... I don’t know if there is any soap at home.

He doesn't care about money, he puts what he needs into the basket when he thinks of it, and saves up a big basket without knowing it. When he checks out, the price is more than 300.

Cheng Zhuo touched and grabbed a stack of red bills together, took four out of it and handed them over. He didn't look carefully at the change, stuffed them into his pocket, and left the supermarket with three oversized plastic bags. come out.

There is no extra charge for this plastic bag, which is really a new experience.

Standing in the sun, he wondered blankly, where are we going?

I don't want to go home, it's not that I hate it, it's mainly because I have nothing to do when I go back.

This is the morning, do you want to go back to grandma's house to spend a day in a daze?

That's too boring.

Not to mention, as a student, if you don't go to school, your life will suddenly be empty, and you can't even think of how to pass the time.

When I was studying, I squeezed out all the spare time and tried my best to go out and play. When the time suddenly increased, those entertainments changed from white moonlight to mosquito blood.

But at least go back in the afternoon.

Cheng Zhuo made up his mind, and saw a red sign hanging outside the window on the second floor of a small five-story building not far away, with the word "Internet Cafe" written on it, and walked over.

As soon as he left the spot, two sluggish people flashed out from behind the supermarket door, spitting their half-smoked cigarettes on the ground.

"Go, follow."