First love is a person's soldier

I was very drunk, remembering myself with noodles, standing on the balcony, watching the campus in the snow, pig head with an umbrella, nestled next to the small Cui Min, they rely on each other, step by step through youth.

There are four college roommates, including the one who sleeps on my top bunk called pig head.

In the summer, the weather is too hot to sleep at all.

The dormitory sink is wide and long a large, pig head hot can not stand, so run over, the whole person wearing a pair of pants lying in the sink. That is a cool, he was satisfied to fall asleep.

As a result, the students came over to wash clothes, embarrassed to wake him up, sneakily wash, rinse clothes of water a pour, along the sink almost drowned the pig head.

After waking up, Piggy looked at the mirror and said, "Damn, why am I so clean?"

Piggy wanted to buy a better electric fan, but he didn't have enough money. So he wrote a story and submitted it to "Story King" with the intention of getting some money for it.

He excitedly showed me the manuscript, and I read it over, and my liver and guts split. The story was about a boy's dormitory that was so dirty that rats mutated and bit a dormitory full of people to death.

He asked me how it was, and I was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "It's okay, let's give it a try."

Later the manuscript was returned.

The pig's head persistently revised it to say that the boys' dormitory was too dirty, causing the rats to mutate and bite the counselor who came to check the hygiene.

The manuscript was sent back again. This time, the pig's head was furious and stayed up all night, changing the story, doubling its length.

This time, the content was that the male dormitory was so dirty that the rats mutated and bit one of the students. The student graduated and became the editor of "The Story King", and although he was obviously a virgin, he died of syphilis.

The manuscript was not returned this time, and the editor returned a letter to him, in a very sincere tone, saying, "Classmate, I'll get you killed."

Pighead gave up his dream of making money and started playing games. He spent thirty dollars and bought a second-hand Little King from a yard sale to play "Three Kingdoms 2".

He played early and late, until the game card problems, he actually lived out six Guan Yu, eight Cao Cao.

That year, one month before the holiday, everyone's whole body put together no more than ten yuan. So hungry for three days, woke up and rushed to the bathroom to pour tap water, and then lie back to the bed to maintain strength, and strive to fall asleep as soon as possible.

On the fourth day, everyone was so hungry that they cried.

The class president mobilized in the girls' dormitory and packed a sack of snacks and sent them to us, hoping we would live well. At that time we looked at the sacks, hands trembling, picked up a sack and sent it into our mouths, tears flowing.

Relying on the sacks to last three days, again into hunger. I remember vividly, the second half of the night pig head jumped out of bed, the other three stared at him in shock and asked, "Where are you going?" Pig head said, "I don't care I want to eat." I said, "You have money to eat?" The pig's head wiped his tears and walked firmly towards the door, twisting his body and shouting, "I don't have money, but I don't care if I want to eat." The three of us cursed at once, all kinds of vicious words, cursing him before he reached the door, turned back to bed, crying, "I have to be cursed even if I eat, I do not eat."

Early in the morning the pig's head disappeared. I was so hungry and dizzy that suddenly someone handed me a bowl of hot soup. I looked, it was Piggy, he grinned and said, "We are so stupid, the soup in the canteen is free."

The whole dormitory burst into tears.

The pig's head murmured, "How nice it would be to have charcoal-grilled oysters, with extra garlic, baked until they squeak."

Later, Piggy fell in love.

He liked a sister in the outer department.

The pig head guarded the water room, waiting for the sister to turn on the water.

But he did not dare to confess. Sister will put the water bottle on the wall, once far away, pig head will steal her water bottle back to the dormitory. Over the course of a month, Pighead stole a total of nineteen of her water bottles.

As roommates, we were very incomprehensible, but vaguely a little excited that we could go sell water bottles.

Late one night, Pighead said, "Actually, I'm politely showing love."

I was shocked and asked, "What makes you say that?"

Pighead said, "I plan to steal all five hundred and twenty of her water bottles before graduation, so she will know that it means 520 (I love you)."

Everyone was silent and thought to themselves, "I'm going to fuck you.

At that time, the boys' dormitory, after lights out, there were always people standing outside the door, bare-chested in a pair of underwear boiling telephone porridge. They twisted their bodies, made laughter and whispered.

In the drawer of each table, the used IP phone cards accumulated over time and finally exceeded the height of the cigarette box.

Pighead was furious. He had no one to call. He decided to call his senior sister, whose name was Cui Min.

On the other end, Cui Min's roommate answered the phone and said she had changed dormitories.

Pighead lost his mind for the rest of the night.

The next day, the poster board in front of the cafeteria was crowded with students. I passed by and found Pighead inside the crowd. Out of curiosity, I pushed my way in.

A warning was posted on the poster board: Cui Min, a class of a department, stole a total of two thousand yuan from his dormitory classmates, giving a notice of criticism, while the Public Security Bureau has been referred to deal with.

Everyone is talking about it. They said that people really can't be seen.

I went to pull the pig head, found him clutching his fist, eyes full of tears.

Although I do not understand what he cried, but always feel some hard feelings. Pig head twisted his head and stared at me and said, "Cui Min must have been wrongly accused, do you believe?"

That night, the pig's head went for an unprecedented run in the playground. I stood to the side and watched him run without any physical effort. One lap, two laps, three laps, he collapsed on the grass.

He lay down for half a day, struggled to get up, rushed to the girls' dormitory, I could not catch up with him.

Later, the pig's head missed class during the day, holding a tutor's cardboard, to find work on the roadside.

Later, in the strange eyes of people, pig head and sister Cui Min together in the evening study.

In winter, the sky is full of snow, pig head with an umbrella, next to the small Cui Min nestled.

A few years ago, I went back to my alma mater and walked into the dormitory building. Standing in the corridor, always feel that push open 308, the door will sit in a group of four people, they have a basin in the middle, soaking everyone pooled money to buy a few bags of instant noodles, each person's mouth chanting.

We spent all night in the Internet cafe, sleeping and laughing. We drank two-pot head in the cafeteria, eyes red, and said brother you have to take care. We are at a brisk pace, in the library, in the grass, drinking beer by the water, borrowing each other's IP cards to play long distance, silent when the other suddenly cries, thinking of an interesting topic to divert his attention.

Then I remembered the figure of the pig's head running wildly through the playground, exhausted from his run, late night starlight spilling over his young face, as if this would be the way to chase his beloved girl.

We read aloud the love letter we just wrote, word by word, more serious than every meeting at work afterwards, as if this would stand in the spring flowers never fall. We have no secrets, we have no worries, we are like talented poetry, without meditation, it grows freely, rhymes, inscribed in the memory silhouette, the sun shines, the edge dazzles.

We met again in Nanjing before Pighead's wedding. No longer do we have to think about how much a meal will cost, talking about the past, but no one to talk about the situation today. Because we were still living in that poem, it was buried within the dirt for ten years, and only we could see it ourselves.

We chatted about the starving years in the dormitory and laughed in unison.

The pig's head slapped the table and shouted at the waiter for another dozen charcoal-grilled oysters, with extra garlic, grilled until they squeaked and sprang to life.

He raised his glass happily and said, "I'm getting married, everyone, cheers."

Pighead's wife is Cui Min.

Soon he drank too much, lying on the table, whispering, "Zhang Jiajia, Cui Min did not steal that money."

I nodded my head, and I believed it.

He said, "At that time, everyone did not believe her, only I believed her. So, she believed me too."

My eyes suddenly moistened at the corners and I nodded my head hard.

He said, "At that time, I earned some money as a tutor and wanted to return it to the girl whose money was stolen, so that she could announce that the money was not stolen by Cui Min. As a result, when I earned the fee, the girl actually transferred to another school."

He said, "That day Cui Min cried into tears. From then on she was always a girl who stole money from others."

I was in a bit of a trance.

He raised his glass, smiled, and said, "Once it rains, there is dirt and mud on the road, and everyone has to step over it. However, I have a life, I am willing to work hard, desperately earn money, to make all the suffering and hardship of the world, from then on there is no way to hurt her."

He said hard, "That's what I thought then, and that's what I'll always do from now on."

I was very drunk, remembering myself with bubble noodles, standing on the balcony, watching the campus in the snowy sky, the pig's head with an umbrella, with the tiny Cui Min nestled beside him, they relied on each other, step by step through their youth.

Ten years drunk too many times, around a lot of people changed, the table changed a lot of dishes, spilled a lot of wine in the cup.

That is the proudest of us, that is the most romantic of us, that is the most carefree of us.

That is our radiant youth.

If you can, no matter where you're going, please let me pack the rest of the charcoal grilled oysters.

When I was a senior, I didn't board, I lived in a small two-story adobe house next to the school teacher's building. I lived upstairs and the retired old principal lived downstairs.

Always have electricity, always have water, all-night reading martial arts books never use flashlights, want to go back, want to go, that shouting runaway life!

You read the days of senior high school, have I happy? Now look back, are happy to want to turn the hollow heel it.

The class teacher is a lonely and cranky old woman. I was often called over to talk to her because of her loneliness, and was scolded afterwards because of her crankiness.

I was so sad and angry that I just broke down. I didn't go to morning exercise, I didn't go to morning reading, and once I was in a bad mood, I didn't even go to morning class.

What is this called?

Vigor.

6

Early one morning, someone knocked on the door. I opened the door, it was a girl, and carried a plastic bag.

I thought to myself, "How did the prostitute business get to the high school students?

Girl: "You did not eat breakfast, right?"

Me: "No, get out."

Girl: "Why are you being so rude?"

Me: "It's just so rude and crude."

Girl: "Someone else asked me to bring it to you."

Me: "Who is the other guy?"

Girl: "Someone else doesn't want to tell you, don't forget it."

Me: "Don't want to tell me? That means I don't have to return it, right?"

Girl: "Why should I return what I gave you?"

Me: "Hahahahaha, others are so nice."

The girl left, I ate sesame balls and soy milk while thinking to myself, others are too poor to send this for breakfast.

There is a school flower in my class, explosively beautiful, explosively intelligent, and always the first in the grade in academic performance.

My wish is to use the law to sanction the school flower classmate, shot, or help me take the test, the above two options.

The table's wish is to use the law to sanction the janitor, so that you can sneak into the video hall in the middle of the night to watch the film, see half of the boss shouted to change the film!

A few years later, the table was sanctioned by the law, he was in Chengde as a contractor, tax evasion and delinquent wages, sentenced to three years in prison.

When I knew that this table is not an idle person. One day I went to the city to play games, he actually brought a pig-headed girl.

The first thing you need to do is to ask for a key, saying you want to live with the pig-headed girl in the past.

I have to play street fighter, with the key and he exchanged a dozen coins.

The next day early in the morning there was a situation, they were out of the room when the old retired principal downstairs saw.

Fortunately, the sky is not good, the old principal did not recognize who the girl is, otherwise and pig-headed girl living together, too degrading.

No matter how bad the sky is, the old principal also did not recognize who the boys were, and it was definitely me who came out of my room, too aggravated.

The class teacher began to talk to me, with a gloomy face.

The head teacher began to talk to me with a stony face.

The vice principal started talking to me with a stony face.

I was desperately waiting for the principal to talk to me, then went to jail, I was a hooligan ah hooligan! A hooligan who has not yet touched a girl's little hand, crying and kneeling.

Suddenly the principal is not looking for me, the teachers who do not mention this, and suddenly the smoke disappears.

I was so curious that I did not sleep for three days.

A well-informed person said to me privately: "Want to know why?"

Me: "Yes."

Source: "Ten coins."

Me: "Okay."

Source: "You know the school girl, right?"

Me: "Bullshit."

Source: "She's the one who went to the principal and said she was the one who stayed in your room that night."

I was shocked: "That doesn't tarnish my reputation!"

The source: "Roll, the school girl is the only hope for our school's top student, the only hope to get into a major university, which teacher would touch her? Once she said so, naturally, you will not be pursued, things will pass ah."

School girl students not only explode beautiful, explode wisdom, but also explode great.

In front of the explosion of greatness, underage cohabitation is like a floating cloud in the sky.

7

But I later did not expect that the school girl students are not more than our journeymen, she is giving kindness in return.

From then on, under the blackmail of the school flower classmate, I attended the morning exercise, attended the morning reading, attended the morning class.

But the school flower students later did not think of the disadvantages of doing so.

The school girl classmate: "Zhang Jiajia, let's enroll in Nanpu University together, right?" I was shocked.

"Nanpu University? You think I'm a school girl? A prestigious university, is that a fucking place for people to go?"

"Smack." The left side of my face was swollen.

School girl classmate: "Let's enroll in Nampo University together, right?"

Me: "I'll fill it out if you give me a hundred bucks."

Schoolmate: "I'll give you a dollar."

Me: "A piece? Why are you so poor like a white boy?"

Schoolgirl: "Who's a white boy?"

Me: "My family's dog, I hung a dollar coin around its neck."

"Pop." The right side of my face was swollen.

It turned out that both of them filled out Nampo University.

It turned out that I got in and she didn't.

She obeyed the second choice and went to Tianjin.