Zhang and his party soon became depressed.
Next, Zhao Hongxia went to class, asking herself three questions in one class, plus climbing on the blackboard once.
The student who was asked the most questions in the past was Zhao Jinmai, and he was considered good if he was asked once in a class.
But the number of times he was asked questions in this class was already on par with Zhao Jinmai's.
As soon as Zhao Hongxia came to the question period, she looked at him with encouraging eyes, which meant that as long as you raised your hand, you would have priority to answer.
He had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, in the second class, Sun Lan asked him four questions.
This is the preferential treatment teachers give to good students they like.
But Zhang Yixing didn't want this preferential treatment.
So in the next class of Teacher Zhao’s class, he stopped pretending to raise his hands when he asked questions.
Even when Teacher Zhao looked at him with encouragement and gestures, he pretended not to understand and just didn't raise his hand.
Teacher Zhao didn't mind this at all.
This is also a preferential treatment only good students can get.
When school was about to end, Teacher Zhao called Zhang Yixing to the office again and handed him a speech script.
Zhang Yixing was not surprised at all. He opened the speech and looked at it. It was very brief, with some slogans such as "study hard", "live up to the teacher's teachings", and "tomorrow the school will be proud of me".
Teacher Zhao said kindly: "Yixing, let's see which words you don't recognize?"
Zhang Yixing nodded. For the purpose of seizing luck a few years later, he wanted to create a precocious character, and he didn't have many words to begin with.
So he replied: "I know everyone."
Teacher Zhao was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he thought it should be right. After some encouragement, he asked Zhang and his party to return.
When Zhao Jinmai saw Zhang and his party coming back, he asked curiously: "What does the teacher want from you?"
Zhang Yixing waved his hand, "Children should stop asking about adults' matters."
Zhao Jinmai rolled his eyes and didn't want to talk to him.
On the way to the school gate after school, Liu Bo stopped Zhang and his party again.
Liu Bo gave Zhang Yi Xing a piece of fragrant rubber.
Zhang Yixing held a colored eraser in his hand and muttered to himself, "If you show courtesy for nothing, you are either committing adultery or stealing."
"Yingxing, what did Zhao Jinmai say today?"
Next to her, Zhang Xiuxiu looked at the piece of colored eraser with salivation, but she didn't dare to ask questions because there were outsiders around.
Zhang Yixing smiled and gave the fragrant rubber to Zhang Xiuxiu.
Zhang Xiuxiu suddenly became happy. She only had smelly rubber. When she saw the fragrant rubber at the same table, she became envious. She put the rubber under her nose and smelled it hard, looking like she wanted to take a bite.
Liu Bo didn't mind either, he had plenty of this stuff.
Zhang Yixing once became roommates with Zhao Jinmai in the second grade. At that time, Liu Bo would ask Zhang Yixing every day about what Zhao Jinmai said and did.
If someone wants to lick the dog, you can't stop it.
But this is also a cute thing in childhood.
Zhang and his party thought about it and found that there seemed to be nothing to say, so they casually told Liu Bo a few words.
Liu Bo listened with great interest. While listening, he asked if there was any more. He waited until he reached the school gate to say goodbye and go home.
It was only a three-mile journey home. Along the way, there were big white geese chasing people and biting them, dogs barking suddenly from the courtyard wall, the aroma of rice coming from time to time, and children playing with tiles and paper treasures on the roadside.
From time to time, third-grade students whizzed past on bicycles with large beams. Because they were not tall enough, they had to ride with their legs covered.
Zhang Xiuxiu was in a good mood, holding an eraser in one hand and a branch in the other.
Zhang and his party were also in a good mood. The branches were like swords, cutting off the heads of the long grass on both sides of the road and chopping them into bare poles.
"Mom, I'm back!"
Li Hongyu was burning an earthen stove in the kitchen. When she heard the sound, she quickly shouted: "The food will be ready soon!"
Zhang and his entourage walked into the main room and placed the reply letter from the magazine on the table. They felt that it was too square, so they adjusted the angle and threw it on the table casually.
Zhang Xiuxiu turned on the TV to watch "Haier Brothers". After only watching it for two minutes, the TV screen flashed into snowflakes.
Zhang Xiuxiu shouted: "Brother, the TV is broken, please fix it!"
Zhang Yi walked to the TV and slapped the black and white TV a few times.
The screen immediately recovered.
"Come and bring the bowl!"
Following a shout from the kitchen outside, Zhang and his entourage and Zhang Xiuxiu all walked out of the house and went to the kitchen.
They rush to do the work and let others eat.
This is the concept of getting along that has been instilled in the two siblings since childhood.
The two were always fighting at that time.
Zhang Yixing naturally won the fight, but every time Zhang Xiuxiu complained after being beaten to tears, Li Hongyu would pinch Zhang Yixing's cheeks until Zhang Yixing also cried non-stop.
Porridge is mash beans, which is polenta.
The dish is fried white radish.
Zhang Yixing used to be a very picky eater. When he encountered a dish he didn't like, he would rather dip some soy sauce into the steamed buns and eat them without using chopsticks. But when he was a child, there was no such thing as cabbage stew three times a day.
Therefore, Zhang Yixing was very malnourished and thin at that time.
Now he doesn't dare to be picky about food, after all, he still needs to grow taller.
He doesn't like eating fried radishes, but now he doesn't dare to be picky about it anymore, after all, he still needs to grow taller.
His father Zhang Guangzong was not at home, his two children were in school, and the family's original debts made him finally feel a little pressured and went to work in the Liujia Village Brick Factory.
But the wages in the brick-burning factory are very low, only a few dozen yuan for a month's work.
In today's rural areas, the most indispensable thing is cheap labor.
Zhang Yixing and Zhang Xiuxiu were lying on the table eating.
Li Hongyu went to do other housework as usual. In Zhang Yixing's memory, it seemed that Li Hongyu had become a habit to do housework while eating.
It wasn't until the two of them were about to finish their meal that Li Hongyu wiped her hands and entered the room.
Then she found the letter on the big table.
"Why do you have a letter? It's from your aunt?"
Zhang Yixing didn't speak, just stared sideways with his peripheral vision.
Li Hongyu asked as she picked up the letter. When she saw that it was addressed to Zhang Yixing, she was a little confused. She looked at Zhang Yixing and asked, "What is this?"
Zhang Yixing glanced back calmly, then turned his head and replied calmly: "Believe it!"
Li Hongyu frowned, opened the envelope, took out the letter inside and looked at it, and saw a manuscript acceptance notice and a manuscript fee slip.
Li Hongyu felt her hands tremble. She glanced at the manuscript fee sheet, then stared at the manuscript acceptance notice non-stop.
She read and read, her voice trembling a little.
"Mother"
Zhang Xiuxiu suddenly looked at Zhang Yixin and pointed at his face, "Brother, why are you..."
She didn't dare to say anything before she finished speaking, and turned around to continue eating.
Because her brother glared at her.
"My Xingxing is going to be a family, my Xingxing is going to be a family."
Yes, I’m going to be a writer!
In Zhang Yixing's mind, the scene from that year was replayed. His father smoked a cigarette in humiliation and embarrassment, while his mother sat on a stool and remained silent.
The knot in my heart that belonged to my previous life has finally been completely resolved in this life.
Zhang quickly wiped his face with his fingers.
