Fall in love with the chairman [rebirth]

Before school started, Wen Moyang took rice eel and loach to the street to sell, and then came to the Internet cafe. After logging in to QQ, he found that his request to add Mo Sexiyang as a friend was rejected, but he was not discouraged and sent another invitation.

Every time he went to the market in the future, Wen Moyang would do it immediately.

Fu Yize, who was thousands of miles away, would find Moshang Chaoyang every time he logged on to QQ, and in the end he might be really moved by his perseverance, and finally agreed.

Wen Moyang looked at the only friend in his contacts at the other end of the network, and happily typed a few words.

Moshang Chaoyang: Dear, are you there?

After sending, Wen Moyang sat and waited for a reply, 1 minute...10 minutes...an hour passed, and there was still no reply, Wen Moyang finally gave up waiting, but still persisted in typing a few more words.

Moshang Chaoyang: Dear, hello, let's meet, my name is Wen Moyang.

Time passed like running water, and it was the first day of school in a blink of an eye. At six o'clock in the morning, Wen Moyang opened his eyes and got up from the bed, dressed quickly, put on shoes and folded the quilt, and then came to the kitchen.

At this time, Grandpa Wen also came out of the room with bare feet. When he saw Wen Moyang, he took out ten yuan from his body and said, "This is a week's living expenses, two yuan a day, save it. Let's go uphill first, and you can get breakfast yourself."

Grandpa Wen usually works in the field for more than an hour after dawn before coming back for breakfast. Wen Moyang is a half-child and does not need to be picked up to go to school. Education is compulsory from elementary school to junior high school, and there is no need to pay tuition fees. Lunch costs two yuan For a meal, ten yuan is just enough, no more, no less.

Wen Moyang put the money in his trouser pocket, took out yesterday's leftovers from the cupboard and put them in the pot, then put a pot of rice from the steamer into it, and started to light the fire.

Soon, steam was rising from the pot, and Wen Moyang took out a pair of bowls and chopsticks and began to devour the food.

Put down the bowls and chopsticks, leave the food in the pot, cover the pot, so that it can keep warm, and the family can eat it after a while without reheating.

Wen Moyang went back to his room and unzipped the half-used schoolbag to check whether he had brought all his summer homework and pens, when he heard Tang Yihua and Tang Qiu's shouts from outside.

Wen Moyang picked up his clean schoolbag and walked out, only to see two people standing on the side of the road waiting for him.

Tang Qiu asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Wen Moyang: "Eat, how about you?"

Tang Qiu: "I ate it too, but Huahua didn't eat it." After speaking, she glanced at Tang Yihua.

Tang Yihua stroked her hair and said with an embarrassed smile, "I got up late today, so I don't have time for breakfast. I'm going to school to buy two steamed buns."

Wen Moyang let out a cry.

As soon as the sun rose, when I walked on the road, I saw twos and threes of junior high school students walking towards the market with their schoolbags on their backs. Some of them were from the same village, and many were from other villages. There were boys and girls, bouncing all the way. Jump, laughing and joking.

On the way, I saw three people greeting Wen Moyang, all of them with bright smiles on their immature faces, and then they started talking while walking, Wen Moyang followed everyone silently.

Through conversation, Wen Moyang knew that two of the girls were named Li Jiamin and Yang Ting, and the only boy was named Yang Bo.

When we reached the fork in the road, we saw two boys coming from another road, waving at them and running towards them, so they walked together in a large group, laughing and laughing all the way.

Wen Moyang also knew the names of these two boys after a while, they were Liu Yao and Liu Jiang, and they were from the next village and the next class.

On the way, I saw a few other middle school students, but they seemed to be from other grades. Tang Yihua and Tang Qiu also knew each other, and greeted those people, but they didn't seem to be familiar with each other.

Halfway there, a motorcycle whizzed past from behind, and a girl, namely Li Jiamin, looked at the girl sitting behind the middle-aged man and said enviously, "Look at Yuan Jiajia going to school on her father's motorcycle. happiness."

Yang Ting said: "Yes! I heard that their family has a little money, and a motorcycle costs several thousand, right? If only my dad could buy one, so I don't have to walk to school."

Li Jiamin said regretfully: "Our family can afford it, but if we buy our house, we will not be able to build a building next year. My dad said a few days ago that we will build a building to live in next year."

Yang Bo, who was on the same road, comforted: "What's so strange about motorcycles? When you grow up and find a good job and get a high salary, you may even be able to afford a four-wheeled vehicle. Now walking to school is just exercise. chant!"

The two girls nodded one after another: "It seems to be right too!"

Tang Yihua clenched her fists in the back: "That is, we can fight for what we want in the future. In the future, I will be a big boss, live in a big villa, and drive a multi-million dollar luxury car. I'm so envious of them."

After hearing this, the rest of the people couldn't stop laughing, they just took it as a joke and forgot about it afterwards.

None of them thought that Tang Yihua's rhetoric today would be realized one day.

Wen Moyang followed Tang Qiu and others from the school gate all the way to their class, while Tang Yihua walked towards the breakfast place on the other side after entering the gate.

Along the way, Wen Moyang looked around and sized up the whole school, and probably knew the basic situation of the school.

The school is small, covering an area of ​​less than ten acres. There is relatively little greenery in the school, and there are weeds and trees outside the fence. The school buildings are few and relatively old. Only one building is relatively new, with a height of six or seven floors. .

The five-story building in Wen Moyang's class is the only teaching building in the school. The second class of the third grade he is in is on the second floor. When he entered the classroom, several other students found their seats and sat down. Tang Qiu was in the classroom. Sitting down in the middle of the third row, seeing Wen Moyang standing beside the podium without moving, he even waved to him, "Moyang, come quickly." After speaking, he moved all the benches from the table next to him to the ground.

Wen Moyang walked up to him, reached out his hand to touch the stool, felt that there was not much dust, so he sat down, then looked around, and asked a seemingly casual question: "Are we just sitting here?"

Tang Qiu took out a few sheets of paper from his schoolbag and gave one to Wen Moyang: "Here, wipe your desk. I haven't been here for two months. I don't know how dirty it is. I'll wait for the class teacher to come and arrange the seats again." , we'll just sit here for now."

At this time, more than 20 people have come to the class. Some students are talking loudly, some are whispering, and some students are writing hard. It is obvious that they have not finished their summer homework and are rushing.

Wen Moyang took the paper and began to wipe it, and asked, "Have you finished your homework?"

After wiping the drawer, Tang Qiu put the schoolbag in, took out all the homework for the winter vacation and put it on the table: "I finished it a long time ago, and Huahua borrowed mine to copy it a few days ago! You must have finished it too, right?"

Wen Moyang nodded, and as soon as he put the schoolbag in the drawer, he saw a book on the table. Tang Qiu said to him, "There is still a little time, do you want to read a book? I will use my pocket money for this book." Bought it brand new."

"Thank you!"

Wen Moyang opened the book and began to read it. This is a comic book with a thickness of more than 400 pages. Wen Moyang estimated that it would cost tens of dollars to buy it, and the literary novel in Tang Qiu's hand would cost nearly 100 yuan. Money, for him now, already belongs to the category of valuables, and it is not something that ordinary rural children can afford. It can be seen that Tang Qiu's pocket money is quite generous, and his family is relatively rich.