I wait for you to see through the scenery

It's just that Chen Jia didn't play tricks today, and Zhou Yao happened to witness it today.

Chen Jia shook off his arm, turned 180 degrees suddenly and passed, and bent down twice to pick up something.

"..." Zhou Yao was caught off guard and shouted, "Huh?"

A few mischievous teenagers on the opposite side also exploded, clamoring to copy guys to defend themselves.Chen Jia lowered his head to plan the snow, picked up a handful of snow, squeezed a very hard snowball, his eyes were harder than the snowball in his hand.

Just pinching snowballs?Zhou Yao felt something was wrong.

Chen Jia suddenly went into a rage and opened his pace like a fierce cannonball!The straight ball is violent and precise, and it hits the neck directly.Someone was shot and let out a scream of "ah", clutching his neck and howling to escape...

Chen Jia probably wrapped a stone in the snowball, to be cruel, it was a snowball made of stones.

A group of people copied guys, Chen Jia never knew someone's door and picked up an iron hook for hooking briquettes!

The family poked their heads out, turned their faces and then retracted, so they didn't care.

The sound of the iron hook scraping past the wall was so sharp that Zhou Yao was taken aback.He flew over and hugged his waist, and when Chen Jia was trying to swing him with an iron hook, he hugged the lunatic back.

At that time, he caught a glimpse of the hostility in Chen Jia's eyes.The knuckles of his fingers were thick and strong, and he had a very violent expression when he rushed out holding a piece of iron. That feeling made him very strange, shocked, and a little frightened... After all, he had only known each other for two days, and he thought He is already quite familiar, just a playmate, anyway, he knows everyone well and is very popular.

Didn't he just smash a snowman? In Zhou Yao's eyes, this was really not a big deal, so he just went back and reasoned a few words, cursing those three-character scriptures back and it was over.

"Fuck it, make trouble with it!" Zhou Yao shouted nervously, and gave him an affectionate bear hug, "Forget it, Chen Jia, let's go..."

Chen Jia swept across with an iron hook, and under Zhou Yao's hard pulling and interference, he finally didn't hit any little troublemaker's leg bone and caused serious injury, and swung the hook on the "leg" of the concrete utility pole.

The unlucky and unsightly electric pole didn't know how to hide, and was smashed into a small hole, and the noise was full of tearing.

The street lamp on the top of the pole was shaking, and the young man looked gloomy...

That day Zhou Yao held Chen Jia in a hug, finally snatched the iron hook and threw it at the base of the wall, feeling a lingering fear in his heart.

He turned around with an imposing face, and said to a few children in the alley in the distance: "If you have something to say, don't sneak around and destroy people and things, okay?"

Among them was a child who lost a snowball fight with them just yesterday, probably very unconvinced, Zhou Yao said "waiting for you", but he didn't expect that he would find another way to get back the loss.

"Just, just look at him, look at him, he is not pleasing to the eye!" The child stuttered a little from being frightened by someone's arrogance.

"Why do you dislike him?" Zhou Yao answered, "Tell me that, can you straighten your eyes first?"

"He has beaten people before!" Another child was unconvinced.

"Why did you beat you?" Zhou Yao said, "Why didn't you beat others, and didn't you beat me? You said you didn't do anything, and you didn't bully others because of others."

As soon as the Sanjiang Plain accent came out, the battle also had its own background sound effects, so that the child on the other side didn't pick up, and the biè, biè, biè was flying in his mind——

"Do you still want to fight? Forget it, the snow is almost melting, and you can't save it in your hands." Zhou Yao eased the atmosphere and spread his hands, "I want to fight until next year! When the snow melts, this year's war is over! They're all shattered!"

Commander Zhou said that this year's battle is over, that is, it is over, and he roared very imposingly, looking at the aura of our young master's persuasion.

Let's go, let's go home for dinner, each finds his own mother.

Chen Jia didn't speak, and resisted expressing her true emotions, so she turned and walked away expressionlessly.Moreover, he still stepped on a wrong road, stepped on a layer of gray-black snow on the edge of the alley, and turned a pair of white rubber shoes on his feet into gray-black... Zhou Yao caressed the man's shoulder, and the place he touched seemed to be particularly hard. , the bones were sharp, and the edges and corners kept breaking into his hands.

That was also the first time he noticed the clues, Chen Jia's temper was very violent, cold and fierce, very different from himself...

The family poked their heads out again behind them, took a look, and quickly put away the iron hook.

The neighbors who live on the same street have no idle mouths, they will gossip.

"Who else can fight? Just anyone, from Qu Liandi's family, Chen Jia."

"That child has been like that since he was a child, hey, it's too twisted, he's a jerk."

"Boys have to be spanked, this is not enough, to raise a boy, you have to clean him up!"

"Their family... Her man is not coming back now."

"Chen Mingjian lives in the school now? The government must give him a house. If he is capable, why would he go back to live in this dilapidated place? I don't care about these girls... Men are not things, not only on TV. .”

"..."

When they got home, fortunately Qu Liandi was not at home at the time, so she didn't know about the episode where Chen Jia almost got into a fight.

Chen Jia is also a loner with keys in his pocket, it doesn't matter if there are adults in the house or not.In the large bowl on the window sill, there were two leftover pancakes with sesame paste and sugar from last night, which were left for him to eat.Qu Liandi is good at craftsmanship, so she can make countless tricks with two cheap things, flour and baking pan, and some oil, all of which are delicious.

I just ate the cold cakes myself, but Zhou Yao was there. "Trouble," Chen Jia said in a low voice, "I have to heat it up in a steamer for you."

"If you eat cold, I will eat cold too." Zhou Yao is easy-going and doesn't seek trouble.

And Chen Jia is stubborn, if he says to warm Zhou Yaoxie up for you, he will feed you after warming it up.He said, "It hurts my stomach after eating it cold."

Chen Jia worked swiftly, and the piece of skin on the tiger's mouth on his right hand seemed to have burst.

"Did you fight just now?!" Zhou Yao hurriedly took a look at that hand, "Is the iron hook worn out?"

"The skin is worn out, and a piece of flesh is exposed." Zhou Yao frowned, "Damn it, don't..."

Chen Jia quickly withdrew his hand, not showing it, what to see.

When lifting the lid of the steamer to serve the hot plate, Chen Jia touched it with his hand and quickly retracted, breathing hard on the tiger's mouth of his right hand, fearing that it would be hot this time.

"Don't do it," Zhou Yao frowned and scolded, "Get up, let me serve it."

"Just now, when you were holding baked sweet potatoes outside, you burned that hand!"

"..."

A lot of white gas came out of the steamer, and the windowpane was also covered with gas, making it difficult to see the outside scenery clearly.

The two teenagers stood in front of the kitchen stove, Chen Jia looked away at that time, smiled faintly, and sucked the piece of pink meat that had opened from the tiger's mouth.The red-hot piece of meat was worn away by iron tools, and it hurt.He was used to licking the wound by himself, and did what he should do after licking.

Zhou Yao rolled up his sleeves to help bring the pancakes. In order to express his sincere gratitude to classmate Xiao Chen for taking him in for lunch in the afternoon, he ate half of the bottle of pickled melon pickled by Qu Liandi. It was so delicious.

Zhou Yao's mother is a female intellectual from a typical intellectual family. Apart from reading, teaching, and writing papers, she is not good at anything else.Of course, being a female intellectual who was able to graduate from a prestigious university at that time was an admirable and glorious achievement in itself.Not to mention anything else, his mother's salary alone is worth two Qu Liandi's. Does she still cook by herself? How many ready-made pancakes, pickled melons and winter-stored Chinese cabbage can she buy?

Zhou Yao hung out with Chen Jiabai all afternoon like this, the two leaned on the bedside to watch TV, gossip and read the lyrics in the newly bought tape.The palm-sized one-story house basically has a big bed, with people leaning against the head of the bed, and a small 12-inch black and white TV standing on the TV cabinet at the end of the bed.

On the way, Chen Jia rolled out of bed to add a few pieces of coal to the stove.

"The fire was almost extinguished." Chen Jia said.Qu Liandi is going to scold him when she comes back, you don't know how to watch the fire when you come back early!The stove went out, and the house was as cold as an ice cellar, and the fire had to be rekindled!

"Is it cold?" Chen Jia asked.

"It's okay, I'm not cold." Zhou Yao smiled, never looking for trouble.

"Frozen?" Chen Jia looked up at him, and saw that Zhou Yao quietly put on the leather jacket just now, and his nose began to sniff, obviously it was cold.

Chen Jia used an iron hook from outside the house to hook in two large pieces of honeycomb coal, and then hooked in two pieces.Zhou Yao hurriedly probed to watch, while Chen Jia lifted the upper iron cover with his hands, and inside was a very deep cylindrical furnace, which could stack five pieces of honeycomb briquettes.If all the five pieces of coal were burnt out, the fire would be extinguished. Chen Jia lowered his head and used a small shovel to scrape away the coal ash, then added four pieces of coal from the top, and the room became warm again quickly...

"What are we doing to buy roasted sweet potatoes outside just now?" Zhou Yao suddenly suggested, "It should be baked with this foreign stove in your house! You should have said earlier, the iron lid on it is so useful, and it tastes so delicious when baked by yourself ah!"

"..." There was a slight expression on the corner of Chen Jia's mouth, "Well, it can be roasted, and it can also roast old corn, which is very delicious."

"You said it earlier, I will eat it outside later." Zhou Yao rubbed his hands with his eyes shining.

Chen Jia didn't speak, but a warm smile was rarely smoked by the hearth.He thought that Zhou Yao would definitely not want to come to his house.He wouldn't offer to come over and "baked sweet potatoes" at home.He was also afraid that his friend would say to him, fuck, your broken house and stove are so broken, eat your mother's coal ash...

That night Qu Liandi came back from her child's grandma's house and finally stayed with classmate Zhou for dinner.

Zhou Yao's meal was very delicious. Stir-fried shredded pork with garlic sprouts, it actually had his favorite sauce-flavored fried shredded pork with garlic sprouts.Of course, the big dish was basically full of garlic sprouts, and there was no meat. He and Chen Jia desperately ate shredded pork on the plate.

"Auntie, you cook better than our school cafeteria." Zhou Yao babbled while eating.

"Auntie, yours is better than the 'a dish' made in the canteen of the factory. I ate it last time, so I know. In our cafeteria, the first dish is roasted meatballs with winter melon, and the second dish is just roasted winter melon without meatballs. There's even Bingcai, Bingcai doesn't even have winter melon, so burn the skin of the winter melon!"

Chen Jia squirted a mouthful of rice into the bowl with a "poof"... Oh my god.

"Auntie, it would be great if you could also open a small family dining table. In my previous school, I used to eat at the small dining table of my classmates' parents. How delicious your cooking is." Zhou Yao couldn't close his mouth when he was excited, it was so sweet.

"Come here every day if it's delicious, and I'll cook the best for you when you come." Qu Liandi kept staring at Zhou Yao.

"You open a small dining table, and I'll pay you to come every day!" Zhou Yao laughed.

The non-staple food book and grain and oil stamps in Beijing that year have not yet been invalidated.For the poor and small households who have no special treatment and have no spare money, grain, oil, meat, eggs, even sugar and sesame paste are still supplied by non-staple food. The meat and egg dish on Chen Jia's head.Garlic sprouts are considered fine vegetables, and they are not cheap in vegetable stores.

Therefore, Zhou Yao understands human affairs very well, and if he doesn't pay the money, he will be ashamed to come here for free.

I forgot to ask yesterday, and Qu Liandi remembered to ask: "Yaoyao, did you transfer to the primary school attached to our machine tool factory? Which class are you in?"

Zhou Yao cleaned up the rice: "Class Two, five years."

Both Qu Liandi and Chen Jia looked up in a daze, and then Qu Liandi turned to ask her son, "Yaoyao is your classmate? Why didn't you say you two are in the same class?"

Chen Jia also looked puzzled, are we in the same class?Who are you?

"It's Teacher Zou's class, Teacher Zou Ping, Class [-], Grade [-], right?" Qu Liandi turned her head and stared at her son, "Are you two in the same class? You are! Chen Jia, what school did you go to?"

Zhou Yao also had a confused face, and then laughed happily, so fucking happy.

He's new here, and he just reported last week. He spent two and a half days on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. He basically only knows the head teacher and the counselor of the school's academic affairs team. I haven't remembered the names of all the teachers. Who are the more than 40 students in his class?

Qu Liandi stared at her son, as if suddenly realizing it, and hit the nail on the head: "Chen Jia, tell the truth, did you go to class last week? Did you not go to class at all?!"

Chen Jia had an expression of grief and indignation that he had suffered innocent injustice, and he slammed his head on the dining table. It was Dou E's injustice. I obviously went to class——

In fact, when Zhou Yao stepped into the classroom, the head teacher took him and gave him a few introductions before assigning him a desk and a seat.

As long as Chen Jia raises his head and listens carefully, he should be able to remember this new borrower named "Zhou Yao".But when will Chen Jia look up and listen carefully?

He was distracted, and his eyes drifted to the gray sky outside the window.He also opened the classroom window a slit, allowing the cold wind to blow on his face, covering the sound in front of the lecture hall...

Zhou Yao was assigned to the group closest to the door in the classroom, the fifth row.

Chen Jia was sitting in the sixth row of the group closest to the window in the classroom.

As a result, neither of the two saw the other, and neither paid attention to the other.Chen Jia always walked alone in and out of the classroom, slid his head against the wall, and never walked together with his companions... He seemed to have no companions.

This situation finally came to an end when we returned to school on Monday.

Zhou Yao sat in the desk seat in the fifth row closest to the door, subconsciously turned his head, passed several rows of people, and looked to the rear left.

Chen Jia was sitting in the sixth row near the window, his eyes drifted out of the seat, and happened to meet Zhou Yao's eyes...the two looked at each other, so it turned out that they were really in the same class.

The courses are still the same, but the textbooks and workbooks used for teaching in different provinces are somewhat different, which caused some obstacles for Zhou Yao, forcing him to listen carefully for several days for the first time.After he has adapted to the new textbook, he basically doesn't need to listen to lectures.

He usually messes with himself under the bit fight, has a small meeting with the students around him, puts a comic book in the Chinese textbook, "Fire King" or "Saint Seiya", and then draws on the textbook according to the comic book little man.

It's a pity that he was too far away from Chen Jia, so he couldn't have a meeting with Chen while attending class.

He could only pass a cartoon to Chen Jia and communicate with each other through the air.Handing things was still a long way off, and was cut off by several boys halfway, and it was passed from the first class to the fourth class in the morning before it was finally passed to Chen Jia. People in a classroom took turns to spoil the manga he brought.

In the morning exercise time between classes, schools in the north in winter deal with students, consume their physical energy, and cultivate their will and quality. This is basically the trick: long-distance running.

The worst part is long-distance running in winter.Against the wind, eating the soil, who wants to run?

Running is not running on the playground, because the primary school attached to the machine tool factory does not have a decent playground.So, like many winter long-distance races in schools, the team was pulled out and ran between the factory area and residential buildings...

The students lined up in two rows, all dressed as bears, ran stupidly along the streets of the residential area with their heads sullen.Zhou Yao stopped wearing a leather jacket to school, it was too eye-catching, the rate of turning heads was too high, the girls started talking about him, it was a shame, so he changed into a blue cotton monkey, and fought with the purple cotton monkey next to him So, I can finally hold a meeting while drinking the northwest wind.

"Did you see the golden saint cloth of Virgo I drew?" Zhou Yao asked quickly.

"You drew that?" Chen Jia rolled his eyes at him.

"I drew it, it can be disassembled and transformed! Wow, the immortal body of Tianwu Baolun, the man closest to God, looks old and beautiful!...Look at it!" Zhou Yao said .

"The holy clothes didn't pay attention, the face was badly painted, it's too ugly." Chen Jia said.

"It's okay..." Zhou Yao murmured all the way.

"You drew the Virgo saint like the Libra one, isn't it too ugly?" Chen Jia complained disdainfully, and you almost added a beard.

"I——have——" Zhou Yao yelled, "Oh, you like Shaka?"

"Average," Chen Jia lowered his head while running, and said flatly, "I prefer the ones like Aiolia."

"I like it too," Zhou Yao said happily, "Leo is the coolest and handsome."

Unknowingly, the two reached an unprecedented agreement in aesthetic taste, and their hobbies were uniform. They both love the masculine Leo in comic books.

It's just that the so-called "like" in such a pure boyhood is like a gust of wind, passing by ignorantly and without trace.They haven't learned to use words like "very manly", "very sexy", "very masculine" and "very durable" to describe the image they like in their hearts...

what--

While Zhou Yao was running, the cotton monkey's hood was suddenly pushed back, and one of its shoes was trampled off.

Zhou Yao turned his head and glared: "Zhai Xiaobing!"

Behind him is Zhai Xiaobing, his deskmate by the door.Zhai Xiaobing also told him: chat, chat, let the two of you have a bad chat!

Zhou Yao pulled a shoe, and the people around laughed, but Chen Jia didn't laugh.Zhai Xiaobing once again attempted to damage Zhou Yao's hood.

Chen Jia stared back, then suddenly slashed across the line, knocking him into the air!That's it.

Zhou Yao didn't suffer any disadvantage either, he turned his head and slapped him out of breath, and scolded in a rough voice, "Eat my move of the Goddess of Dawn's Forgiveness"!The people around were laughing like crazy, but this "Goddess of Dawn's Forgiveness" didn't slap Zhai Xiaobing and directly slapped Chen Jia.He was deeply sorry for pumping the wrong person, but his feet slipped, and the three of them yelled "Ah" at the same time, and they all fell sideways on a pool of ice by the side of the road... The surrounding students laughed...

"What are you three doing! Zhai Xiaobing! Chen Jia! ... Who else is there, Zhou Yao!!" The physical education teacher who was running with the team roared.

The three inefficient lamps got up in a hurry, covered in black ice scum, and jumped into the running team with their heads in their arms.

After running back, Zhou Yao had a stomachache, and lay down on the desk for a class...

This semester was already drawing to a close, and he was sloppy and muddle-headed, but the end of this semester was over.

Their homeroom teacher occasionally noticed that the prickly head, Chen Jia, had companions, and they often went downstairs with Zhou Yao to do exercises between classes, and walked out of the teaching building together after school.Zhou Yao sat near the door. When the bell rang, he packed his schoolbag and stood up. He deliberately slowed down and turned around to wait for Chen Jia...

When boys and girls go to the toilet between classes, they have to form gangs.Chen Jia is actually not used to it, just run together, but do you have to pee with me?are you crazy.

The two stood side by side on the edge of the pool in the men's toilet. They didn't look at each other, but secretly compared who could urinate farther and who could "draw a flower in a circle".

"Zhou Yao, you can really shake," Zhai Xiaobing said, "You can do horoscopes with that thing!"

"You can't move?" Zhou Yao snorted, "Is your thing dead?"

"If you go around again, JB will tie a knot." Chen Jia suddenly sneered, mocking him.

Zhou Yao raised his foot and swung Chen Jia's back, but he handled it lightly, kicked his butt lightly, and whispered, "Get out of here."Chen Jia tied up his trousers, walked away without fighting back, for the sake of familiarity, he didn't even bother to beat him up.

The boys who were peeing in the toilet stood in a long row, and there was a row behind them squatting on the pit, all of them turned their heads and stared in this direction.

Heh... who dares to kick Chen Jia...

Others have kicked it before, and they will be pressed to the ground and beaten to death. Believe it or not...

The author has something to say: "Don't (four tones)" can't find this word, and it can't express the essence of Zhou Yao's speech.