I met you back in 2000

It was still raining when we got home yesterday.Coincidentally, just after turning a small road, I saw my father's Jiefang bicycle.

I called out to Dad, jumped into the back seat and hid in the rain cape.A strong smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of sweat came to my nostrils. After taking a few greedy puffs, my eye sockets became hot.

Dad's bicycle is the same age as me, and it was my mother's dowry back then.The back seat is so tight that my egg is about to be broken.

I remember that one year my father was transferred to a remote town, and he had to ride a bicycle all night to go back and forth.I had no choice but to buy a motorcycle, but it turned over in the ditch on the first day I drove back.My dad and I spent most of the night fishing in the mud with bare feet. When we drove home, I stood in the back seat, and the extremely fast night wind blowing in my ears was refreshing.

When I was young, I always felt that if my father died, I would definitely not be able to live. It was not until he really passed away one day that I realized how naive Zeng Jin was.The dead are dead forever, and the living will live well.Only occasionally, I still think about the harsh words my father scolded, the secret pork ribs of the Wang family, and the stupid things I did with him without telling my mother.

"Dad." I murmured a few times leaning on my father's tough back, and the tears that fell were probably heavier than the rain outside.

As soon as I got to the door, I saw Su Ze coming out of the yard. I saw him holding two umbrellas and asked him where he was going so late.

He stared at me for a while before saying, "Bookstore."

I nodded, he must be sending an umbrella to his dad.

The old man's nagging sound could be heard intermittently in the room, "Why is this poncho leaking, the back is completely wet."

Feeling guilty, I hurriedly wiped my face and prepared to go back to the house, but was stopped by Su Ze.

He asked inexplicably, "Do you love money?"

You said it was inexplicable, do you believe Ma Yun said that he doesn't love money?Not to mention a poor dick like me.

I answered as a matter of course, "Nonsense."

It was raining harder and harder outside, so I asked him to hurry up and pick up his dad and come back.Unexpectedly, as if he had taken the wrong medicine, he slammed the door and entered the house without saying a word, leaving me standing alone in the rain with a dazed expression on my face.

"I won't pick up your dad." I called him outside.

No one should.

The next day, Su Ze didn't wait for me to go to school together. I don't know if this child's temper became more and more weird when he reached puberty.Especially when I signed up for the sports meeting in physical education class today, Su Ze actually took it upon himself to fill in the men's 1000 meters for me.Although I am a class cadre and should actively participate in school activities, I am afraid that I will not even be able to run through the preliminaries because of my physique.

I was about to talk to the sports committee, but I was persuaded by Xiaozhu, "Forget it, take this opportunity to practice running by the way, otherwise what will happen to the senior high school entrance examination."

What he said was really reasonable, because I suddenly remembered that I had suffered a lot from running a few days before the physical examination. Every early morning, my father and I would stage a scene where you chase me and run around the village. drama code.My brain hurts thinking about it now.

Puberty is a stage we must go through, and the physiology and hygiene class has become the most interesting class for boys.What's more, it is a young and beautiful biology teacher who teaches us.It's just that I never thought that she could compare the entire fertilization process to a tadpole looking for a mother, a mammal and an amphibian. I don't know how she connected them seriously.

I don't know if this mother was found in the end. Anyway, the only precious physiology class in junior high school ended in such a hasty way.When it was over, the biology teacher also asked Shi Qiang, who was the most active throughout the whole process, to stand up and answer questions, "Shi Qiang, tell me, should everyone discuss these topics in the classroom."

The answer is definitely not, but Shi Qiang's brain circuit is so strange, if he doesn't make a century joke in a semester, let us know that our year is not perfect.

"Should!" He said sonorously.

The whole class was holding back their laughter, but I was looking forward to his next answer.

"Only by discussing with each other can we know whether our development is good or not."

You see, there is nothing wrong with what he said. It seems that everyone can chat with more topics in the future, such as how many times did you masturbate last night?Have you had a dream?Who is the object of sexual fantasies?

Shi Qiang can be said to be a mudslide in the world of brain-dead people. I don't accept the water and soil, so I obey him.