Reborn Petty Citizen

Zhang Ze's siblings became a single-parent family overnight, but life is still going on as usual.

Zhang Ti plans his time into three points and one line, home-school-library, day after day without getting tired.The book in her hand changed from "Introduction to Currency" to "War Without Smoke", and she became more and more reticent.This kind of silence does not come from timidity and inferiority, but from the courage brought to her by being confident.Although the current Zhang Ti is still dark and thin, it is hard for people to ignore him when he is sitting there.

The furniture custom-made by the carpenter can almost be picked up. Zhang's mother called Mrs. Zhang, that rich and elegant good friend, to pick it up together.Zhang Ze's thinking is still very rigid, wondering why two people with such huge differences in identities can become good friends.

Zhang Ti smiled softly, with a gradually formed style in his eyes, "Mom just helped her take care of the child, and she didn't sell herself. You are too, why feel that you are inferior?"

Zhang Ze wrinkled his nose at her, lowered his head and sighed softly in his heart.It's not that he underestimated himself, it's that he suffered enough from the difference in status. In the years when he and Du Xingzhi got along well, he had seen too many second-generation officials who were pretentious and arrogant. Have basic respect.Now that his family came to Huaixing City for the first time, they had no foundation. His mother was so innocent, and he was very worried that she would be deceived about her feelings.

Zhang Ti is more optimistic than him. The more knowledge she acquires, the more she is sure that her own value must be won by herself.Human beings are born with various inequalities, but the shortcomings are not impossible to make up for by one's own efforts.Now she still needs to struggle to survive in this quagmire, but she believes that one day she will make her family a part of the enviable class.

A small group of girls at the front of the fork saw her and greeted her vigorously on tiptoe. Zhang Ti smiled at them and said to Zhang Ze, "I'm leaving. Be careful on the road. You don't need to pick me up this afternoon."

Zhang Ze watched her leave, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that the eyes of the group of girls were glued to him.Nodding to the group of sister's good friends, sure enough, there were screams one after another.

Zhang Ze shook his head, lamenting the youthful vigor of the little girl these days.These days, Zhang Ti brings back seven or eight love letters to him almost every day. For the sake of his sister's peaceful campus life, he really does not plan to pick her up at the school gate in the near future.

The schoolwork in No. [-] Middle School is very heavy.After all, the enrollment rate is not in vain. From the beginning of the semester, freshmen have to deal with many tutorial books and papers just like the third-year students in ordinary schools.However, Zhang Ze is a strange thing. He never felt that his studies were hard. On the contrary, under the circumstances of his previous life, he had extremely low self-esteem and could only find a slight sense of existence in the ocean of scores and knowledge.In this life, he has not forgotten too much knowledge that should be learned. After reviewing the high school courses several times, he has some points in his mind. Recently, he is reviewing university courses in his spare time and learning French by himself.In his previous life, he had already mastered the eighth level of English. In this life, apart from practicing oral English, he didn't need to put too much effort into it. Since he didn't want to waste the time he saved, he had better learn something useful.Although French is not a small language, it is still very powerful in the case of English majors in later generations.

Although there are many academic masters in No. [-] Middle School, there are very few psychopaths like him. There are almost no students who do not like extracurricular activities. Only he sits quietly and reads books no matter when class is in or out.It has to be said that the appearance of a dumb chicken in a group of generally noisy chickens is quite eye-catching, not to mention that the dumb chicken has a particularly bright comb.It is human nature to love beauty. With Zhang Ze like this, it is difficult for people to feel bad for him, especially the elderly teachers and school leaders, when they speak to him, they subconsciously speak in a lighter tone than others.

But Zhang Ze really didn’t have this self-awareness. He was relatively slow, and he didn’t put himself in the same age group as the children in the class. Naturally, it was difficult for him to take the initiative to mingle with the children.However, the few co-sleepers during military training are probably one of the few exceptions.

Chen Cong looked towards the window with his chin propped on one hand. The autumn sunshine was warm but not harsh. It unexpectedly and gently spilled into the window lattice, covering Zhang Ze's thin body, and reflected a hazy halo around his usually exposed skin.Zhang Ze leaned against the wall, with his head tilted slightly, his eyes slightly lowered, and his eyes were more gentle and peaceful than the sun.He held a black-covered book in both hands and read devoutly. Occasionally, he frowned and turned his eyes away to look through the dictionary. The loneliness outside.

He was so absorbed in watching, but he didn't feel satisfied, so he straightened up and crossed a few tabletops like a monkey, and sat cross-legged beside Zhang Ze, stretched out a finger to touch his chin: "What book are you reading again?"

"Grimm's Fairy Tale." Without raising his head, Zhang Ze waved his salty pig's paw away.

"Going to play ball after school?"

"Don't go."

Chen Cong got closer and closer, and smelled the refreshing shampoo on the other party's body, and he was almost intoxicated for a moment: "...Hey, don't do this, Gong Shili and the others have complained several times, and I can't get you on a date."

Zhang Ze paused, closed the book and patted him, smiling apologetically: "I'm sorry, but it's really not working recently. My snack bar is finally about to open, and there is a shortage of people recently, so I can't leave."

His hands are not as delicate as his own. Although they are not big palms, they have large joints and rough palms, and even the fingertips have quite obvious calluses.Chen Cong was taught by his parents to be subtle, so of course he knew that with such hands, Zhang Ze must have come from a poor background.He raised his hand to cover Zhang Ze's face on his face, and clenched it tightly in the palm of his hand. He gently stroked his thick joints with his fingertips. For some reason, he couldn't stop feeling sorry for him.

However, after getting along these days, he has a little understanding of Zhang Ze's character, so it may not make him happy to help him in the open.Thinking of what Zhang Ze said about the opening of the new store, his heart moved and he began to think secretly.

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Huaixing No. [-] Middle School had a small whirlwind these days. Everyone was well informed, and the dinner party initiated by Chen Cong and others received an even more enthusiastic response than expected.

It has to be said that compared with Zhang Ze's own ignorance, his sense of existence in this school is definitely not as weak as he thought.Silence is deep, indifference is aloofness, handsome men and beautiful women have a little eccentricity, it is insignificant, and the audience will be more tolerant to him if he is pleasing to the eye.In the eyes of many people, Zhang Ze's withdrawnness is actually a unique personality.

Besides, he doesn't rely on his popularity to be domineering, on the contrary, he is simply outrageous.He studies hard, does his homework seriously, and greets others with a smile. He is a typical example of three good students. The leaders in the school simply regard him as a treasure, not to mention the group of students who are not so determined.What's more, he has a close relationship with the outstanding second and third generations among the freshmen, which inevitably makes people more interested in his background and personality.

Although Chen Cong and Gong Shili seemed unreliable, one uncle in the family was the secretary of the municipal party committee, and the other grandfather was a professor of the party school. They were full of peaches and plums, and they were quite capable in the small city of Huaixing City.With such a background, I have been taught since I was a child to make friends and make friends, but even so, how many children in the rebellious period can seriously implement it?Their scope of activities is mostly among the group of children who grew up from childhood.Similar background, similar family background, similar values ​​and similar temperament, Zhang Ze is so ordinary... no, it is an exaggeration to say ordinary, in short, a person from a strange background can blend into that small group so naturally. It's eye-popping.

After confirming that he is not a scheming city player, Zhang Ze's personal charm has naturally been recognized by everyone.

"Dinner day?" Lu Lu, who was lying on the table and drowsy every day since the end of the summer vacation, suddenly regained his energy. He stretched his head and looked downstairs. He has never found a chance to contact Zhang Zeduo again, and Lu Lu's heart is eager to move.

"Brother Du," he poked Du Xingzhi, who was sitting in front of him reading a book, and suggested excitedly in his ear, "Come along, let's support the little Guanyin too?"

On November [-]th, the autumn air was crisp and the weather was pleasant.

The preparations in the store had been done the day before. As Zhang Ze thought, the kitchen of Zhang’s shop was built in the direction of the street, and it was only separated by transparent glass on all sides. A pair of windows were opened on each side facing the outside. , Convenient for buying and selling.This kind of design is quite unique in this era. At the beginning, Zhang's mother was not optimistic about this idea, but after the finished product came out, looking at the clean white tiles and dry chopping boards in the glass kitchen, Zhang's mother I have to admit that this is indeed more reassuring.Now that everything inside is ready, Zhang Ze is wearing a snow-white chef's robe and a clean chef's hat. Standing inside, his slender figure with an inverted triangle is more eye-catching than the model.

"He looks so good," Zhang Su sighed, standing beside Zhang's mother, "He is really good at giving birth, capable and beautiful. If my son is half as sensible as him, I can wake up with a smile in my dreams."

"Nonsense, Xiao Du is just quieter, he still respects you." Zhang mother said and thought of her friend's weird and complicated family, she shook her head in her heart, put on a smiling face, and put her in her arms. The child in her arms changed her position, "Hold him like this, hold his head with your hands, and he will fall asleep in a while." In the beginning, she came to Zhang Su's house to take care of the child, but now she is divorced and opened a shop. It was difficult for her to spare time and energy. Zhang Su couldn't find a suitable candidate for a while, so she had to go into battle by herself.She would definitely not be absent when the shop opened on this day, so she brought the child along by the way.

She coaxed a bit, and saw that the time was almost ten o'clock, the firecrackers at the door were ready, and some onlookers stopped, and decided to put the child to sleep in the attic first.If the sound of firecrackers is too loud in a while, I'm afraid it will wake him up.

When Zhang Ze was putting the first batch of buns into the frying pan, Zhang's mother lit the firecrackers. Amidst the roaring firecrackers, the red cloth on the shop signboard was lifted off—"Du Shi Sheng Jian" four fiercely The large characters of "" are engraved on the wooden plaque, which is antique, and it is Zhang's mother's surname.

The unwillingness and resentment in those memories drifted away with the red silk that was lifted at this moment. What unforgettable hardships have been experienced, and the hope at this moment will always be engraved in Zhang's mother's heart.

The short-lived emotion was broken by the din, and the crowd suddenly became commotion, a small passage was opened through it, and one and a half-year-old young people squeezed in from outside holding baskets of flowers and fruits.In a hurry, he rushed directly to the store, and within a short while, most of the tables and chairs in the store were taken away.Some residents who were just watching the fun were suddenly surprised, but driven by their instinctive consumption, a considerable number of residents who did not plan to join in rushed in and started grabbing seats.

Du Xingzhi looked at Zhang Ze, who could be seen from a distance through the glass in the store. The young man in a white chef's robe had a clean and clear demeanor. He was tilting his head and talking to Gong Shili outside the glass window. He almost saw God, but Lu Lu beside him Suddenly stabbed him.

Looking back, Lu Lu's eyes looked like he saw a ghost. He pointed to a figure shaking back and forth in the store, and his voice seemed to be knotted: "Brother Du! Ah, why are you here?"

Du Xingzhi looked in the direction of his fingertips, and saw Zhang Su, whose clothes were out of tune with everything in the store, standing behind Zhang Ze's cashier, quickly collecting money, giving change, tearing off the receipt and giving him a seat card. This action is done in one go, even more crisp than trained employees.

Du Xingzhi: "..."