a certain Zheng Kexin

The best elementary school in Lincheng is Xuyang Primary School, the best middle school is Xuyang Middle School, and the best high school is Xuyang High School.

The three schools have the same status and the same decoration style, and the small shops buy the same things, so in Lincheng, as long as the students maintain their grades, fight monsters and upgrade, and pass the level smoothly, most of them will have a kind of life with the same school. illusion.

It seems that this day has never changed, and it seems that life and death will never end.

At least this is the case for Zheng Kexin - the junior high school teacher said that junior high school is the most critical day, and when it comes to high school, the high school teacher will repeat the same words again.

Just like her mother Su Yingyu coaxed her, it's easy to get confused when it's cold in winter, when it's warmer, your grandma won't be noisy at night.

Fuck, I haven't heard of anyone who reads the weather forecast when he gets sick.

It was the middle of the night when you couldn't see your fingers, the moon was covered by clouds, and the street lights were not high enough. The entire sixteenth floor was pitch black, and the dog next door who was always excited for no reason fell asleep.

Zheng Kexin turned over and sat up from the bed, pulled the bedside lamp to look at the time as if masochistic, suddenly awakened from sleep, the two eyes were flashed by the sudden light, the physiological reaction ran faster than the anger in his heart, and the eye sockets immediately Red circle.

The small alarm clock next to the bed said silently that it was 23:[-], it was time to go to bed.

Only this small light was on in the whole room, and there was no hint of dawn through the window through the curtains. Zheng Kexin quickly turned over and sat on the edge of the bed. The disturbing cry just now seemed to come from a dream. As soon as it is lit, it is scattered.

The long night was so quiet that it seemed to be peaceful, as if to tell her that just now was your illusion, go to sleep.

As soon as this idea came out, the physiological reaction that was already overwhelming one's head was instantly undone, and a slap was slapped on the anger, the painful eyes wanted to close, and the body softened, coquettish and soft, trying to persuade the master to sleep .

At this moment, the cry that had been silent for a moment suddenly rang out, and the anger that had been suppressed twice broke out angrily, a slap shattered the physiological reaction, rationally fearing that it would hurt him, he jumped out of the distance, and watched Zheng Kexin push the door open And then, the word "calm" hanging in his throat was knocked unconscious on the floor by the door panel.

The person who was crying in the middle of the night was the old lady of this family, Zheng Kexin's grandmother, Sheng Yunming.

Sheng Yunming is now in her 80s, short and lumpy, not heavy, and her body shape is made up of loose skin and flesh.

She has neck-length short hair, half black and half white, with a rounded hairline, which has not shown signs of receding for decades.She looked like this ten years ago, and she will still look like this ten years later. After so many years, the hair color ratio has not changed much.

I heard a saying before that most people in their 30s and 50s are similar, and [-] is the threshold; people in their [-]s and [-]s are similar, and [-] is the threshold.

According to this reasoning, 80 years old should also be a hurdle, no matter whether it is getting better or worse, there must be a change, and Zheng Kexin believes that according to the objective reality, the possibility of getting better is not high.

It's a pity that this hurdle didn't come, Sheng Yunming maintained her normal state, she won't grow old, she won't die, just like this day when she couldn't sleep, she will never get through it.

Zheng Kexin pulled open her own door, and then slammed into Sheng Yunming's door. This time, she was lucky, the door was unlocked, and it opened with a push.

Sheng Yunming was sitting on her little bed, crying with snot and tears, about her life experience, about her brothers and sisters, about her dead husband, and more about herself through these people.

The old sayings were babbling, the words were unclear, and there was a mess of dialect. No one could understand what she was crying. They could only understand her repeating over and over again: "My life is miserable, my life is miserable."

Zheng Kexin answered unimaginable political questions, and was able to solve physical experiments that hurt human brain cells, but after so many years, she never understood why Sheng Yunming was not going well.

She has a son and two daughters under her knees, all of them are filial, and they have enough food and clothing--there will be no shortage of her--there is nothing to cry about.

If you have to cry, can you not cry in the middle of the night.

The moment Zheng Kexin knocked open the door of Sheng Yunming's room, another door also opened, and Su Yingyu ran out with disheveled hair, and shouted in a low voice: "Ke Xin!"

This is Zheng Kexin's mother, Sheng Yunming's youngest daughter.

Zheng Kexin let go of the hand on the doorknob, and the stunned mind finally staggered to catch up. After hesitating for three seconds, he calmed down the evil thoughts that exploded in Zheng Kexin's body.

"I start school tomorrow." Zheng Kexin turned her head and looked at Su Yingyu expressionlessly.

Su Yingyu did not have a high degree of education and had no job after graduation. She married Zheng Kexin's father directly and became a housewife. She is the youngest child in the family, and her elder brother and elder sister have to go to work. Naturally, she took on the task of taking care of the old mother.

Su Yingyu glanced at Zheng Kexin's expression, and responded: "Okay, okay, go to bed quickly, Mom won't let your grandma cry——Mom, what's the matter with you staying awake in the middle of the night, it's already three o'clock at night, tomorrow The kids still have to go to school."

This change of soup without changing the medicine has a long shelf life like Sheng Yunming's crying. It is freshly baked every day. Sheng Yunming is not tired of hearing it, and Zheng Kexin is tired of hearing it, but she can't do anything.

In the face of troublesome bear children, you can sing the red face or the bad face.

In the face of presumptuous adults, you can reason or play dumb.

But in the face of Sheng Yunming, who is over 80 years old, he can't be beaten or scolded, can only be coaxed, can only be persuaded, and can only be sent out with endless patience, in exchange for a little acknowledgment of silence, or more and more persuasive eyes.

"She has been crying for several days." Zheng Kexin remained expressionless.

Everyone told her that it was Alzheimer's disease, that it was cerebellar atrophy, and that it was a problem common to all old people.

Zheng Kexin really wanted to ask the doctor, every intractable disease in this world has been conquered one by one, countless people who have gone to the gate of hell can be brought back to live for decades, medical technology is omnipotent, when will Sheng Yunming be able to be quiet a little.

Crying and fussing, on a hot night in August, Sheng Yunming questioned that someone had stolen her two padded jackets, adding fuel to Zheng Kexin's fire every word, and Zheng Kexin raised her voice: "Mom!"

Su Yingyu glared at her: "Keep down, your dad just fell asleep, don't wake your dad up."

After finishing speaking, she comforted softly: "Go back to the room first, listen to the music with earphones, and fall asleep while listening to the music, go to school early tomorrow, and sleep for a while when you arrive at school, okay?"

Su Yingyu's tone was almost pleading, Zheng Kexin's thoughts that had been lingering in her heart for a long time were almost able to direct her brain to manipulate her hands with one step, she looked back to her parents' bedroom, there was a soft snoring sound in the bedroom, it was rare for her father to get a good night's sleep.

Returning rationally, Zheng Kexin went back to the room——after all, his heart was soft.

It is impossible to sleep, Zheng Kexin put on the earphones and turned the volume up to the maximum, took out a pen and paper and wrote one after another, and sat like this until dawn.

The noise from next door didn't quiet down until the sky was shining. Zheng Kexin didn't turn on the light, and stood in the still dark room, sorting out the homework according to the homework sheet, and suddenly found that there was one missing math book.

She has always hated other people touching her things. Her parents knew her temper, and they would hardly enter her room, let alone touch her books, and the math homework was stained with red ink two days ago, and she was still lying on it. It was left to dry on the small table at the entrance.

Mingming saw her two days ago—two days ago——two days ago Sheng Yunming was clamoring for her mother to burn paper money for grandpa—she even cut a lot of paper money herself.

The fire in Zheng Kexin's heart that had gone through several ups and downs in one night has now turned to ashes, and when a little wind blows, it blows away, exposing the frozen soil where not a single blade of grass grows.

Gritting her teeth, she walked to the small hall outside the kitchen, and found a large bag of "paper money" that was forgotten after being cut up. She tore open the plastic bag, and saw the four small words "quadratic function" at a glance.

The sun came over from the kitchen, and the night was finally over.

The moment Zheng Kexin saw those four words, she calmed down unexpectedly. She stuffed the "paper money" that had been pulled out back into the plastic bag, tied it up and put it in place, then walked into the kitchen and took out a bucket of cooking oil.

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The beginning of school is the third year of high school. There is not much difference between the beginning of school in August and the vacation in June. The trees are still green and the sky is still hot. Everyone has been lazy for a summer vacation, and they entered the classroom one after another yawning. Feeling as long as the weekend.

No matter how long the high school holiday is, it is not enough. When you close your eyes and open them, school starts again.

Those who can enter Xu Gao are either old people who have been promoted all the way from Xu Xiaoxu, or foreign students who came in halfway. The former has stayed in the fixed mode for a long time and is naturally accustomed to the rules here, while the latter is likely to enter the highest institution. With a little respect, saying that one is one in this state is also easy to learn the rules.

After entering the door, everyone greeted each other for a while, and then tacitly put a series of homework for the summer vacation on the table. The small desk was divided into four, and two stacks of exercise books, one stack of papers, and one stack of notebooks were placed on them.

Zheng Kexin was the first to come. After finishing her homework, she pulled the table towards her, and pushed the things on the table to the same level as the table at the same table. Finally, she moved and pushed the back of the chair to her back, making a It would neither affect the front table nor hinder the simple nest of the same table, and fell asleep in the dark.

In the last week, Sheng Yun made a fuss three times at night and five times during the day, "lost" two quilts, a box of medicine and countless worn-out clothes, "extra" a house book out of thin air and "disappeared" two A roommate would sit in the living room and swear when he was dazed during the day, and cry miserably when he was dazed at night.

Zheng Kexin knew from a young age that her grandma suffered from illness and the whole family suffered.

In the second and third grades, my grandfather hadn't passed away, my grandmother's illnesses were not as frequent as now, and Xiao Zheng Kexin was also more lively than now.

When I heard my friends nervously asking: "Is there anything scarier than ghosts in this world?", I would already pat my chest and tell others: "My grandma!"

Sheng Yunming was born in a landlord's family, one of the younger children in the landlord's family, but the good times did not last long, and later caught up with the local tyrants to divide the land, but suffered a lot.It is said that she has older brothers and sisters, but it is not clear how many. It is said that her parents died tragically, and it is not clear how they died.

In these years, she has always been crazy for half a day a day, like a radio that has broken the key, and often keeps talking for hours, Zheng Kexin doesn't want to hear it, but this old sesame and rotten millet are hard to drill into her ears .

Over time, her unlearned ears combined with her brain automatically compiled a brief biography of Sheng Yunming.

The introduction is sometimes legendary, sometimes suspenseful, Zheng Kexin never believed it.

At the same time, over time, she turned herself into a plant that can grow by photosynthesis. She slept for a while when the house was quiet, and practiced the unique skill of falling on the pillow. The six or seven hours of sleep every day is nothing. It was patched together.

But there is another side effect of this habit, that is, I sleep very lightly, and many times I can't completely relax, and I am awakened when there is any movement.

The class was halfway there, and Ning Zhi climbed upstairs with her heavy schoolbag on her back. As soon as she entered the door, she saw her deskmate shrinking herself into a snail, sleeping on the seat.

Ning Zhi and Zheng Kexin met at the small sports meeting. At that time, the two teams formed a big rope skipping team. Standing still, he was pulled to the head by the rope.

Xu Xiao attaches great importance to sports. The skipping rope used in the sports meeting is half the thickness of the wrist. When thrown on the ground, it can leave two centimeters deep impact marks. It can be used as a weapon when necessary.

That day, Zheng Kexin had her head in a bun, and she was shot away on the spot. She covered her face and staggered out from under the rope. When she raised her head, her ears and half of her face were flushed, and the head teacher shouted in fright: "Quick! Quick! Medical staff!" Room!"

Ning Zhi, who had caused a disaster, followed naturally, helped find a doctor to pour water, and graciously handed over two pieces of chocolate. Seeing that Zheng Ke's heart was not seriously hurt, his heart dropped back from his throat.

Later, in junior high school, Yuanjialu was narrow, and the two of them were in a class and a small group, but they got to know each other first because of the bad relationship in the past.

Ning Zhi threw the schoolbag to An Ji who was at the front table, and then went in through the passage Zheng Kexin had left for her, and then took the heavy schoolbag from An Ji. "How long have you slept?"

Having known each other for so many years, these friends all know the situation of Zheng Kexin's family. Because practice makes perfect, Zheng Kexin's technique of making ground nests has become a superb craft. Ningzhi would know that she didn't sleep well at home at a glance.

An Ji also responded with his mouth: "I guess we'll be here early, and he was already asleep when I walked in."

"Alas." Ning Zhi sighed. It is difficult for an upright official to decide on housework. Even a daughter or a granddaughter can't handle this kind of thing. They can't help if they have the heart. They can't find any leverage at all, and all they can do is When Zheng Kexin sleeps, leave her a clean environment.

An Ji glanced at the class, everyone was almost there, and the representatives of each subject and group leader had already started to collect homework. She knocked on Ningzhi's desk: "Don't collect the meal fee yet."

An Ji and Ning Zhi have known each other since they were young. They grew up together and are close in temperament. They don't have the pretentiousness of many little girls. They have a good relationship with both boys and girls. In addition, their grades have always been stable. Recruit VIP users that the teacher likes.

An Ji took a fancy to the advantage of the student union not having to run and exercise between classes, and went to become the Minister of Health. In contrast, Ning Zhi, who was a bit of a money fanatic, became a life committee member. Every time he came to school, he had to deal with money. Meal fees are collected once a month, and tuition fees are collected once a semester.

"That's it." Ning Zhi took out the registration form in the folder, patted Wen Yu who was reading at the back table: "Let's go, monitor, we have to serve the people."

Wen Yu is as famous as he is, warm, upright, with clean facial features, and always smiles when talking to others. At first glance, he is a good student raised by a good family environment.

His grades are ranked in the top ten in the class, not very top-notch, but being a squad leader is not based on grades. As a conductor in the military training chorus competition, he led the whole class to win the first place, and he also got a good evaluation after leading the team in a performance , coupled with various inspections such as internal affairs and health admission results, the class committee election contest at the beginning of the school year, from the class teacher to the classmates raised their hands and feet in favor of him as the class leader, a faulty "debut".

In addition, this person has a physique that cannot be tanned, and he can still wear a fair face after military training. Not long after the start of school, he became the first class grass that attracted attention.

The teachers of various subjects also liked him enough, but they were always confused by his double surnames, "Wen Yu" and "Yu Wen". ——"The child who can't tan, come out."

Later, the long list of names was simplified to "Xiaobai", and everyone got on well with each other, so we called him the class monitor on weekdays, and called him "Xiaobai" when boys were playing around or girls asked him for help.

In the summer vacation, there are tuition fees and meal fees. The life committee can’t handle it alone. It’s customary to ask the class monitor for help. Before leaving, Ning Zhi gestured to Zheng Kexin’s homework on the desk. An Ji understood and nodded: “Yes, I'll hand it over for her, so I'll do your work."

Wen Yu and Ning Zhi went to work, the math class representative came closer with a pile of homework, Xu Niannian poked his head out from behind the pile of homework, his face was already sweating from exhaustion.

Xu Niannian: "Mathematics Big Book—there are too many math homework this time."

The author has something to say: Think about how to make money when you have nothing to do-you must cherish such friends, rich man Miaozi.