The Metamorphosis of Fanggoudan

Duanfang's family is in Longtuan County, Province H. Most of this impoverished county is covered with mountains. The winding hills are like a barrier, blocking the outside world.

There are not too many schools in Longtuan County, but they are not too few, but they are all a little far away from the mountains. The Longtuan No. 3 Middle School that Duan Fang attended was the junior high school closest to his home, but despite being the closest, Duan Fang It still took about three hours for Fang to walk down the mountain to school every day.

In order to arrive at school on time every day, Duanfang needs to get up at least at 4 o'clock every day before light.

"It's the first time I get up at this point when I grow up." Wang Ming kept yawning, his eyelids drooped again, and his head slowly approached Gan Bo's shoulder.

"Come on, I think you often go to bed at this hour." Gan Bo let him lean on, and yawned too.

Although the road under my feet is a dirt road, it is still easy to walk. It can be seen that many people have walked here before.

Duanfang was carrying a small schoolbag, striding forward with his short legs, and the three people following him were also led to speed up their pace.

The temperature on the mountain was a bit low, and the morning breeze passed through the forest, bringing the sweet air that made the four of them shiver.

Duanfang was only wearing a thin long sleeve, which was not only thin but also too big, he bought it bigger on purpose, so that he would not be able to wear it when he grew taller, and it could save a lot of money.But this ill-fitting clothes were worn on the body, as soon as the wind blew, it poured directly into the clothes, and the frozen Duanfang slowly moved behind Cheng Yi as he walked.

But after a while, he was picked up.

Relying on his height, Cheng Yi stretched out his hand, grabbed the square schoolbag, and picked up his bag.

Duanfang kicked his short legs in the air, tilted his head and looked at him in puzzlement.

"Brother Cheng?"

Cheng Yi let the person move forward, "You go ahead." The kid disappeared as he walked, but he seemed to be hiding behind them, and even stepped on his heels twice.

"But I'm cold." Duanfang hugged his schoolbag to his chest, and got behind Cheng Yi.The tall Cheng Yi is like a wall, if you hide behind him, you don't have to worry about getting caught in your clothes by the wind.

Cheng Yi, who was regarded as a windshield, frowned.

What's the use of this brat telling him he's cold, he's not his mother.

What a hassle!

Cheng Yi scorned Duanfang fiercely in his heart, then reached out and threw Duanfang's schoolbag on Wang Ming, took the kid's right hand and walked to the front.

Stirred by the cold little hand on the palm of his left hand, Cheng Yi subconsciously wanted to shake it away, but he didn't expect the other hand to shake it.

Two cold little hands absorbed the heat of his left hand without hesitation, Cheng Yi squinted at Duanfang whose eyes were bent, this kid was really black, even though he was so cold, he didn't turn white a bit.

Forget it, anyway, it will only be for a while, and when I get to the classroom, I will throw this troublesome kid away.

"Hurry up." Cheng Yi urged, but he didn't shake off his left hand.

By the time the four arrived at school, it was already dawn.

Longtuan No. [-] Middle School was built in the town. The site used to be an elementary school. Later, due to insufficient student resources, it was merged with Longtuan No. [-] Middle School. Therefore, in one school, there are both elementary school and junior high school, but the total number of students is not large. There were many students in one grade at the school Ming attended before.

But when Duan Fang led the three teenagers who did not belong to Long Tuan Town to appear in the classroom, it still caused quite a commotion.

The small classroom is simple and clean. On the walls on both sides are famous quotes from Newton, Edison and others. On the back wall is a simple blackboard newspaper with a national flag and a slogan. An old saying - "Study hard and make progress every day."

The morning self-study has not yet started, a group of little boys and girls the same age as Duanfang are discussing the three newcomers, they are chatting and discussing, but no one dares to come forward to talk to them.

At this time, a boy pushed Duan Fang, and he leaned his head over curiously: "Fang Goudan, do the three of them really live in your house?"

Fang dog?

As soon as this nickname came out, Wang Ming and the others took it seriously, and immediately laughed again.

"Ha, haha, your nickname is too funny." He laughed away his drowsiness.

A classmate interjected, "That's not a nickname, Fang Goudan is a nickname."

Gan Bo couldn't help laughing, Duanfang's name was so formal, but he didn't expect to have such a funny nickname.

Duanfang thought of this only after being called out.

People in the village believe that a humble name is easy to make a living, and it is not easy to be seduced by unclean things before adulthood, so Duanfang has a rustic nickname.

Later, after reading the book, Duan Fang became known as Duan Fang, and some people changed their name to him, but some people still called him by his nickname, and Duan Fang was used to it when he heard it since he was a child.

After recalling this passage, Wang Ming and Gan Bo were still smiling, and even Cheng Yi's eyes were bent when he looked over.

Sitting in the back, Wang Ming stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder: "Fang Goudan, you are finished, your nickname is going to be popular all over the country."

The scene just now has already been photographed by the accompanying PD, even the other party smiled just now, presumably this scene will definitely appear in front of audiences across the country.

Thinking that this nickname would become popular at that time, Wang Ming couldn't help but gloat over Duan Fang.

When Gan Bo heard this, he laughed again: "Ha, Ha Xiaoming, you are enough, the picture has already appeared in my mind."

Duanfang looked around, the two PDs were standing in the open space at the back of the classroom with a machine, shooting meticulously, but as long as someone pronounced the nickname 'Fang Goudan', they would laugh.

He sighed: "Xiao Ming, Bobo, is my nickname really so funny?"

"Xiao Ming and Boboha, haha." The children's laughter rang out again, but this time it was a different object.

"What are you laughing at?" Wang Ming gave a fierce look.

But a little girl opened a math book, spread it out on his desk, pointed to the cartoon character on it and asked, "You see, his name is also Xiao Ming."

Turned out the other side and showed it to Gan Bo: "This one is called Bobo."

Gan Bo and Wang Ming: "..." Why can't those who produce textbooks be a little bit new? The iron-clad Xiao Ming and the flowing textbooks are really tiresome.

Wang Ming looked at Duan Fang: "I'm older than you, if you want to call me Brother Wang Ming, don't be too big or small, do you hear me?"

Duanfang nodded, with a cute face, and said slowly: "Got it. But brother Ming, you said before that if the rice is cooked, you will call me..."

Recalling this incident, Wang Ming quickly covered Duanfang's mouth, lowered his head and stared at him.

Gan Bo was listening, and when he saw him covering his mouth, he quickly asked, "What's wrong? Xiao Ming, why are you covering Fang Goudan's mouth?"

Wang Ming made a haha, he didn't want Gan Bo and Cheng Yi to know how embarrassing he was before, he pushed Duan Fang forward, and said in a vicious voice, "Okay, okay, go back to your seat and eat steamed buns."

Duanfang sat back in his seat. Because of the program, the three boys who were originally in the second year of high school had to spend a period of time in this classroom of the second year of high school, so Duanfang's former deskmate moved to the other side and replaced him with the current one. At the same table - Cheng Yi.

In fact, the three newcomers could have been his tablemates, but unfortunately, Wang Ming and Gan Bo were more willing to stay with each other, so whether it was a wooden bed or a classroom, the people next to Duanfang were all Cheng Yi.

Unlike Wang Ming and the others, the children put down their guards after they got to know each other well, and went up to ask questions. The children around Cheng Yi were all so well-behaved, they all watched him eating steamed buns quietly, Occasionally, one or two children who wanted to ask something were also frozen by the completely different temperament revealed in his eyebrows and eyes.

It's like standing out from the crowd, whether it's the appearance or the inside, this person is really too outstanding, and the children in the second grade of junior high school don't know what temperament is, but they also feel that this is different from them, and they are not easy to get close to.

Duanfang didn't feel anything, he went straight to his seat, opened the stool and sat down, picked up the steamed buns and put them in his schoolbag, and took out a hard, semi-yellow cake from it.

This is his usual breakfast - rice pancakes, which he usually ate in the mornings.

Some of the students went to the cafeteria to buy steamed buns to eat, and some ate them at home, but he used to bring rice cakes from home to school and eat them. He was afraid of getting a stomachache from the cold wind after eating them on the road, and there was no water. .

The school’s steamed buns cost 3 cents a piece. They are big and white, but he rarely eats them. There are 10 rice cakes in a bag, but they only cost 1 yuan. You can eat it even if you eat it. In order to save money, Duanfang has always eaten this.

Today, because the other three people came to school for the first time, the two PDs of the program group bought steamed buns with money, and even bought the meal with Duanfang, but he didn’t eat it, but put it back in his schoolbag inside.

Gan Bo asked puzzledly, "Why don't you eat steamed buns?"

The cake looked very hard, half yellow in color, and had to be broken into small pieces and soaked in water to eat. One can imagine how unpalatable it was, but Duan Fang didn't touch the white and tender steamed buns, but ate them. Had a hard-to-eat pancake.

Wang Ming also asked him, "That's right, do you eat biscuits? Steamed buns are much more delicious." In fact, for those who are used to all kinds of delicate breakfasts, this kind of steamed buns worth 3 cents each is the best choice. Can't find a single advantage other than cheap.

But even so, this steamed bun is definitely far better than the piece of cake in Duan Fang's hand.

The two couldn't figure it out, so they had to ask.

When Duanfang swallowed the cake slowly and said the price of the rice cake, both Wang Ming and Gan Bo didn't know what to say for a while.

They knew that Duan Fang was poor, but this understanding was superficial. When they saw that he even saved a steamed bun worth 3 cents for dinner, they finally realized how poor Duan Fang was.

Looking at the steamed buns in their hands, the two had a feeling of cherishing food for the first time.

In the past, even if the family brought breakfast to the bedside, they might not be grateful to eat it, and they might even throw all the food on the ground angrily.

But now watching a group of children who are much younger than them eat the not-so-tasty steamed buns very contentedly, watching Duanfang save up the steamed buns and bite the bullet to break the cakes to eat, the two of them had a strange feeling in their hearts.