My bamboo horse can't be so scumbag

He Zhao was only 19 years old when he met Xu Yizhi. At that time, He Zhao's stepmother, who was not a few years older than him, was pregnant, and the family focused on taking care of her alone. This made He Zhao quite redundant.His father asked him: "Take a photo, do you want to go to your grandma's house for a few days?"

"what?"

"Your grades are good, you might be able to get the first prize in the college entrance examination over there." His father took out a bank card, "Dad saved money for you, tell me when you run out, the password is still the same."

It turned out that this was not a negotiation, but a unilateral notice.

In the third year of senior high school, he was able to arrange for his son to transfer to another school, but the school he transferred to was far worse than the original one. He Zhao felt that his father had a very big heart.He Zhao had no interest in staying at home as a light bulb, so he happily packed up his things and left.

On the day he left, Luo Zi came to see him off.

He Zhao was carrying the suitcase, looked at him and smiled, "Hurry up and force me to cry back, or get lost."

Luo Zi forced back tears, and handed He Zhao a large bag of snacks that he bought, "Then what, you take these to eat on the road."

"Can I finish this?"

"Then keep it, I probably won't be able to buy it there."

"Okay." He Zhao felt so-so, anyway, he doesn't usually like to eat snacks.

The train arrived at the station after driving for five hours. Wearing a black baseball cap and a black mask, He Zhao followed the crowd out of the station. The city set the tone.

He waited for a while to get a taxi, and the driver seemed very happy after reporting the address, "Hey, are you Xiaozhao? I'm a classmate with your mother, come to see your grandpa?"

He Zhao carefully identified the driver. He was sure he didn't know him, but he hadn't been back for three years, and the other party could tell his name again, maybe the other party knew him...

But he was not in the mood to deal with this enthusiastic uncle, so he gave a vague "um" and didn't speak again.

The uncle driver didn't see that he didn't want to talk, so he introduced it to him, "You should come and see more, the canteen opened by your grandpa and grandma is doing a good business, and the lunch box sold at your home is the most famous among us."

He Zhao looked out the window. According to the general rules of urban planning, the area near the train station is the most prosperous area. This place...

In fact, it is also passable.

"Hey, did you see the wholesale department in front? It's opened by my nephew. He's about your age..." The uncle driver continued, "School should start by now, right?"

"Yes," He Zhao finally shifted his attention from the window to the car, "I have been studying here since the beginning of this semester."

Uncle driver: "Aren't you going back to the provincial capital?"

"No return."

He Zhao suddenly felt that this decision was not so difficult to accept. Where did he go to school?

Grandpa's house is not far from the train station, and it takes about 20 minutes to arrive.

He Zhao doesn't have much luggage. He has a backpack on his back and a 24-inch suitcase in his hand.

After getting off the car and walking a few steps, he saw his grandfather waiting for him, riding a small tricycle.

"Take a picture!"

Grandpa shouted all the irritability in He Zhao's chest with an exceptionally loud voice, as if he came here not to be exiled but to go home, and he could find his belonging here.

"Grandpa, I'm here." He Zhao ran a few steps forward and loaded the luggage into the car. He sat in the co-pilot by himself—sitting next to the driver's seat, and then the small tricycle chugs towards the car. drive forward.

Grandpa took him home, and grandma was waiting to have dinner with them at home. He Zhao touched the bowl and it happened to be hot.

"Don't pack your luggage yet," grandma greeted them, "wash your hands and eat first."

He Zhao and the two elders had a lively meal together. He had been traveling by train and took three rounds, and his stomach was very uncomfortable. In order not to spoil the fun, he could only eat slowly in small bites.

After dinner, the elders didn't let He Zhao wash the dishes, and let him go back to his room to rest.

This room was specially prepared for him, but the last time he lived in it was three years ago. The house is not big, and there is only one way to add a wardrobe, a desk and a bed. There is a separate toilet, and there is more space on purpose when washing hands. There will be water, but the water will not be hot.

Anyway, I only lived here for one year, so this condition is considered a dormitory, and He Zhao is quite satisfied with this room.

Then it is to move the luggage out, put the clothes in the closet, put the books on the table, charge the mobile phone, and it's over.

There was nothing to do next, so I had to take out the leftover snacks on the road and eat them. After eating for a while, I felt tired and threw them aside. I lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, it was already dark.

He yelled, but no one answered, so he decided to go downstairs to the commissary to find someone.

The structure of his house is very simple, with people living on the second floor and a store on the first floor.It is said that it is a small shop that sells some tobacco, alcohol, snacks and drinks, and takes away lunch boxes at noon every day.

There are no shoppers in the canteen, and only grandma is sitting at the door with a fan in the store to enjoy the cool.

"Here's the photo?" Grandma gave him a roll of biscuits on the shelf as soon as she saw him, "Are you hungry? Eat some biscuit pads first."

He Zhao looked down at the large roll of plain red date biscuits, and said reservedly, "I'm not hungry."

"It's delicious, try it." Grandma encouraged him.

"Ah."

He Zhao opened it and tasted a slice, it was still a little sweet, and the sweetness was very simple.

He Zhao's life in Yushi started off very ordinary, with some apprehension, wrapped in simple sweetness, but without yearning or expectation.Whether he comes tomorrow or not, he lives like this.

He Zhao went through the school transfer procedures by himself. Transfer students from key high schools in the provincial capital are rare. The teacher in charge asked him the reason for the transfer, and He Zhao said deliberately, "My stepmother is pregnant. Make room for his unborn son."

The homeroom teacher is a kind-looking middle-aged woman. Hearing what he said, he probably imagined a big show of little goblins doing everything in their power. He Zhao's eyes suddenly became a little more kind.

He Zhao: "..."

He Zhao: "Mr. Li, then I'll go back to the classroom first."

Teacher Li was stunned for a while and couldn't think of anything to comfort him, so he could only say, "Go."

There are five classes in each grade in this high school. Caretaker He took a look at his own class, class two in the third year.

Very good, very high school, He Zhao is very satisfied.

He Zhao was wearing the old school uniform because he hadn't got the new school uniform yet. As soon as he entered the school, the students were suddenly as quiet as chickens, and they all looked up at him.

Fortunately, Teacher Li arrived in time and introduced: "This student is a new transfer student this semester, everyone should get along well."

After finishing speaking, he motioned for He Zhao to introduce himself. He only said his name and didn't know what else to say, and then asked, "Where should I sit?"

Teacher Li hesitated for a while, and a classmate said, "Teacher, Xu Yizhi's seat is still vacant."

"Then you should sit there first," Teacher Xu pointed to the last window seat, "We will rearrange the seats next week."

He Zhao went straight over with his schoolbag in his hand, but he was thinking in his heart, will he really not be beaten for occupying someone else's seat?Aren't the male students who usually sit in this position are very good at hitting?

But it doesn't matter, student He Zhao can scare people with his height, and student He Zhao comforts himself like this.

The deskmate was an enthusiastic male classmate. He spoke with a unique southern accent, but he spoke with a faint taste of scorn, "Student, you can sit here at ease, Xu Yizhi usually doesn't come to school."

"It's the third year of high school, and he won't come to school?" He Zhao didn't understand.

"Ah," the deskmate didn't seem to realize the difference between the third year and the first year of high school, but he thought for a while and said, "He'll be here next week. My name is Lin Lu. We've partnered up this week."

He Zhao: "...???"

The courses in Fifth Middle School were easier than He Zhao imagined. The high schools in the provincial capital started classes quickly, and He Zhao was ready to start the freshman round of review, but the class was not finished here.

He Zhao had no choice but to re-listen to the lectures he had heard, and he could also listen to music while listening to the lectures.

Ten minutes after class, the deskmate handed over a note, "Can you listen to it too." He Zhao had no choice but to pass an earphone to Lin Lu. This little fat man is really not polite at all.

Xu Yizhi came to the school to report just a week later than the normal class time. He Zhao already had a new seat arranged by the teacher, and was at the same table as the study committee member. A little girl with a ponytail and two canine teeth when she smiled.

"That is……?"

"Xu Yizhi," the little girl nodded to him, "he is handsome."

He Zhaoxin said what kind of values ​​do your students here have? A classmate who came to report a week late and dozed off on the table early in the morning, as a study committee member, would you say he is very handsome?

Classmate He Zhao refused to accept it, but he refused to accept it. When he heard someone say "Xu Yizhi, hurry up and collect your English homework", he looked forward to it, until Xu Yizhi recited from his notebook: He Rizhao.