Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

Become a little hoarse, "I want to spend more time with my dad."

Tian Ziping held his breath in his chest, unable to go up or down, a little uncomfortable, and lamented the injustice of fate.

He had noticed this student from the time he entered the school. The outstanding students who came from the county had only relatives who were nearly [-] years old, and the relatives who were nearly [-] years old this year turned out to be his father.

It's hard not to make people suspicious. At that time, he also asked his friends in the police station to go with him on a home visit.

After asking the local village committee about the situation of their family, it was confirmed that this child was indeed not trafficked, but picked up.

At that time, he also said that the child was lucky to meet a good man, but he didn't expect that after two years, the good man would...

Tian Ziping sighed for a while, and was silent for nearly a minute before speaking again.

"The dead are dead and can't be resurrected. The teacher knows you are sad, but you still have to adjust your status as soon as possible. There is only less than a year left before the college entrance examination. You have to work harder, kid."

Miao Zaiqing nodded.

Tian Ziping talked with Miao Zaiqing for a long time, and repeatedly confirmed with him that he would not come to live in his house.

Before leaving, Tian Ziping said: "Son, if you change your mind one day, come and tell the teacher at any time, the teacher welcomes you, and if you have any difficulties, you must tell the teacher, you know?"

Miao Zaiqing bowed again to thank him.

Tian Ziping patted him on the shoulder, "Go back to self-study."

Wan Xin stared at the deskmate next to him for quite a while.

Miao Zaiqing, who was originally depressed and didn't want to talk to him, couldn't sit still after being stared at so much, he turned to look at Wan Xin.

"What did the head teacher tell you?"

Almost at the same time as Miao Zaiqing turned his head, Wan Xin asked this sentence.

Looking at each other for a second, Miao Zaiqing turned her face away again, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

Wan Xin didn't believe it, he could already see Miao Zai's green and red eyes.

But, thinking of Miao Zaiqing's temperament, Wan Xin shut up.

8, 8

Tian Ziping walked into the classroom as the representatives of each subject handed out the test papers of each subject.

As always, the same old sayings.

Pay attention to safety at home, play less games, read more books, actively complete homework and so on.

"Well, Zhang Minmin, Kong Li, Yang Zhao, Miao Zaiqing, you guys stay here, the other students line up downstairs, pay attention to discipline."

After Tian Ziping finished speaking, everyone lined up in the corridor one after another.

After everyone went downstairs, Tian Ziping took out the application form for poor students that Xia Jingning handed over to him yesterday, and motioned for the remaining students to come over.

Tian Ziping returned the application forms to them with check marks one by one, and told them to go home and prepare the materials, get someone to stamp the seal, get someone to sign the signature, copy the documents that need to be copied, and so on.

"Give it to my office when you return to school."

Several people nodded.

Tian Ziping waved, "Let's go, go home and be safe."

Miao Zaiqing returned to the dormitory with her homework, while Wan Xin was packing things into boxes.

Miao Zaiqing took out her backpack from the cabinet.

"Hey, where do you live?" Wan Xin folded his clothes and asked casually.

Miao Zaiqing stuffed the test paper into his backpack, "Guanyin County."

This answer was somewhat beyond Wan Xin's expectations. Guanyin County, the only county seat in the city, was at the edge of the city, and a little further away was the neighboring province.

Thinking of this, Wan Xin frowned slightly, "Then how do you go back?"

"Bus."

Miao Zaiqing took out two pairs of underwear and put them into the backpack.

Glancing at Wan Xin, who was still packing clothes into the open box, he was puzzled, but it was not his style to ask questions.

After zipping up the backpack, everything was ready, Miao Zaiqing took another look at Wan Xin and thought about it.

"I'm leaving first, bye."

Wan Xin turned around, "Zaqing."

Hearing such a title, Miao Zaiqing's heart trembled involuntarily. In his memory, it seemed that no one had ever called him that.

When he was young, his father always called him Ah Qing, but when he grew up, he always felt that he called the girl Haw, and then his father changed his name to Ah Zai.

"May I call you that?"

Miao Zaiqing took a deep breath, "Yes."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Miao Zaiqing came to the school gate and got on a bus. There were many people on the bus. He put his backpack on his chest and stood next to an aunt.

The bus stopped at Nanmen Square, and Miao Zaiqing got off the bus. After more than 20 minutes, the bus he wanted to take arrived.

There were very few people on the bus back to Guanyin Town, and there were still many empty seats on the bus, so Miao Zaiqing chose a single seat to sit on.

The air conditioner is on in the car and it is very cool.

The way home was a bit far, the bus stopped and went, and it took nearly three hours to arrive.

When he arrived at the station, Miao Zaiqing walked to the vegetable market nearby.

It is said to be a vegetable market, but in fact there are only four or five stalls now, and the other stalls are empty. According to my father, it was very lively many years ago.

Miao Zaiqing went to the stall where his father used to buy vegetables, and asked for a cabbage, a few green onions, and a few eggs. After thinking for a while, he ordered a small piece of fat meat and a few peppers.

After paying the bill, he went to the stall next to him and bought half a watermelon.

Miao Zaiqing carried two bags, crossed the road, walked for a few minutes, turned into a very narrow alley, and walked along the residential buildings. The aroma of the dish.

The pace of life in small cities is not fast. At this time, some people can be seen passing by carrying baskets for vegetables.

The first floor of the residential building is also very lively, almost full of mahjong tables, obviously the county is so small, no matter where there is space, there will be no empty mahjong tables, even for meals, what's more, the owner of the mahjong parlor Knowing how to cook for everyone, Miao Zaiqing’s home used to be one of the many mahjong parlors.

Miao Zaiqing's house is mixed in among the residential buildings, it is very abrupt, even a first-timer can find it easily. .

Because, in this area, there is only his house, which is a two-story building, and the others next to it are either four or five floors.

The second floor was added later by my father. The original appearance of the house was a gray cement room. After having him, my father slowly laid tiles on the house and added the second floor. On the second floor, a few electrical appliances were added to make it look like a decent home.

After entering the house, Miao Zaiqing closed the door and walked straight towards the stairs.

Obviously there was no one in the house, but Miao Zaiqing said something when he passed a table in the living room on the first floor, which was placed against the wall.

"Dad, I'm back."

On the second floor, Miao Zaiqing opened the curtains of the small living room, and within a month, a thin layer of dust had settled on the floor.

Miao Zaiqing went to the room to change clothes, went back to the living room, took off the sheets that had covered the furniture before leaving, took them to the balcony, shook them, and then threw them all into the washing machine.

It is said that the children of poor families are in charge of the family early. When the father was there, the family was not considered poor, but it was not considered rich either.

But because there were only the two of them in the family, and his father was very old, Miao Zaiqing started to help his father with work when he was a child, although his father never asked him to do those things on his own initiative.

9, 9

Wan Xin slowly packed his luggage in the dormitory. After packing, he and Ke Ming went to the school gate to take a taxi.

The two got into the car, and Ke Ming asked, "Did your driver come to pick you up?"

Wan Xin raised his eyebrows, "It's not to share weal and woe with you."

Ke Ming said, "Rare."

When Wan Xin arrived home, the house was empty. He went back to his room, took out his mobile phone that had been idle for a month, and charged it.

After taking a shower, Wan Xin wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, and pressed the power button on the phone with the other.

After a while, the phone turned on, and then there was a buzzing and vibrating sound.

A series of missed calls and unread messages were all sent by students from Baichuan.

Wan Xin clicked into the group directly, agreed on a time and place to meet, called Ke Ming, and went out.

A group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys met together, first went to eat, then moved to Internet cafes, and finally, KTV.

It was almost twelve o'clock when we got home, Wan Xin helped the drunk Ke Ming to sit down on the sofa.

Because Ke Ming drank too much and passed out, Wan Xin couldn't send him back, so he had to bring him back.

The living room was empty, and it was just the two of them.

After resting on the sofa for a while, Wan Xin picked up Ke Ming's arm again, went up to the second floor with difficulty, found a guest room to accommodate someone, and then returned to his room.

It was noisy all night, and at this moment, lying on the bed and calming down, Miao Zaiqing's face appeared in Wan Xin's mind for some reason.

Wan Xin got up and found the mobile phone number that Miao Zaiqing had left for him from his backpack.

Wan Xin entered numbers one by one into the phone and searched.

Result: Ah Zai, his profile picture is white and gray.

Wan Xin clicked to request to add a friend, and then sent a text message.

[I'm Wan Xin, WeChat agrees. ]

After waiting for a while, no one replied, Wan Xin sent another message.

[Sleeping? ]

When Miao Zaiqing saw the message from Wan Xin, it was already the next morning. He went to bed early last night, and slept until after seven o'clock in the morning.

Miao Zaiqing opened WeChat and agreed to Wan Xin's request to add friends, then got up and started today's life.

I made an egg and green vegetable noodles for breakfast. After eating, I opened my backpack, took out the papers I brought back inside, sat down at the desk in the room, and started to do the questions.

After finishing the two papers, Miao Zaiqing stretched and stood up.

He took the phone and checked the time, and found that Wan Xin had sent two messages after nine o'clock.

[So early? ]

[did you have breakfast? ]

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