"Xiao Liao, do you have to work today?" The bookstore owner greeted with a smile: "I just joined the "Shuoyuan", "Chuci" and "Burning Books" commented by contemporary literary critic Guo Yongsheng. I will give you 30% off if you want it." He obviously regarded Liao Xuebing, who was wearing black-framed glasses and was in a weak appearance, as a literary youth.

"30% off? Boss, are you entering a pirated book?" Liao Xuebing joked and hurried to the high school textbook counter. The entire bookcase was about books guiding the college entrance examination and tutoring the college entrance examination, but the syllabus could not be found.

"Ha, someone in my family is going to take the college entrance examination, right? I will introduce you to this book, "Exercise of College Entrance Examination 999", there are every subject in mathematics, physics, chemistry, and English. I tell you, there is a child nearby who was admitted to Tsinghua University because he bought this series of books. A few days ago, the neighbors sent him to the capital and set off a lot of firecrackers. Have you heard it?" The boss came over diligently and took a book with a thickness comparable to the "Kangxi Dictionary" in the most conspicuous position and put it in his hands.

Liao Xuebing put the book back: "Stop talking too much, let me tell you the truth. I have become a teacher and I want to find a few Chinese syllabus references."

"Ah! Congratulations! I knew you were very knowledgeable and useful. I could see that a group of children grew up healthily under your nose." The boss bent down and pulled in the small cabinet where old books were stored.

"Please, this is not how flattery is. It's so scattered. With your eloquence, you can go and sell shavings to the old lady." Liao Xuebing wanted to kick him hard according to his butt that was constantly twisting outside the small cabinet.

Brushing away the dust from the first year to the third year of high school, a total of six Chinese textbooks were piled up like half a TV, and placed in front of him. Liao Xuebing braved his cold sweat and turned on the front one, 320 pages, each page was printed with dense text, one book every semester, each book had fifty or sixty lessons, and the key and difficult sentences in each class were shocking.

"How much?"

"The whole set is 180 yuan, I will give you a 30% discount, and I will charge you 126 yuan." The boss pretended to be a little embarrassed and rubbed his hands, still looking at him with a smile.

Liao Xuebing took out his pocket and put out a string of coins on the counter, smirking: "This is thirteen yuan and fifty cents. I'll pay the rest to you after I get my salary."

"this……"

Last time he stopped the thief for his boss, and the loss he recovered was only thirty or forty yuan, but in the boss's heart, the face he saved was the most important thing, so the boss gritted his teeth and said, "Scholars are very poor. I understand you, take it first, remember, I owe me 112.5 yuan."

Liao Xuebing took a few blank lecture notes and a pen and said, "You must have made a lot of money after buying so many books. Just give them to me if you want to make a big deal."

"You..." The boss was in pain, "While my wife was not here, she would not say anything, please go quickly."

Liao Xuebing began to copy lecture notes in the apartment. The electric fan squeaked and the folded table trembled slightly with his strokes of wandering dragons and snakes. The sultry air could not affect his input at all. The cigarette butts were thrown all over the ground, the water cup was tilted next to it and there was no time to pay attention to it. The small alarm clock ticked, and the cicadas in late summer were whispering weak outside the window. Compared to this quiet afternoon, Liao Xuebing, who was soaked, was paddled on the paper with unprecedented enthusiasm.

It has been six years since he wrote in a fountain pen the last time. From the beginning of a few pages of crooked handwriting, to the more smooth the writing, from the beginning to the beginning of refreshing, to the numbness of arms now; from the beginning of reading one word and copying one word, to the now of reading thirty words and copying thirty words, Liao Xuebing became dizzy and depressed.

"By the way, ask those friends to help copy." He was about to call, but then he thought: "The director of the discipline is making things difficult for him. If he sees the difference in handwriting, I will not even have the last chance."

Finally, I couldn't hold on. When I walked to the balcony, I moved my numb right hand and suddenly saw a pair of girls' lace underwear drying on the balcony next to me. It wasn't it from the girl just now? Lao Liao couldn't help but feel excited, took out a long bamboo pole, and immediately wanted to take it for himself. "Oh, the rabbit doesn't eat grass by the nest, it's so close, it's daytime again, what's wrong with me? If someone finds out, it will be terrible..." He gave himself a palm and returned to the room to copy the lecture notes in disappointment.

From twelve:30 noon to nearly 10 o'clock in the evening, he had been lying on the table, drinking water and smoking, and never left. Even though he had forgotten to eat and sleep, he had only copied one-third of the first volume. Although this process was very tiring, Liao Xuebing had some entrusted and focused his thoughts, but instead felt a peaceful heart, which strengthened his idea of ​​becoming a teacher.

The phone rang, but he was indifferent. He rang again, but he still ignored it. He rang again, and simply went to the toilet to pee. When the seventh time rang, Liao Xuebing pressed the answer button and sighed and said, "What's the matter?"

"Brother Bing, the skinhead asked us to talk to Zhuque Park at 10 o'clock." A slightly cowardly voice.

"Didn't I say I'm not free, you can go there yourself."

"But, Brother Bing, at about seven o'clock, Brother Bai was slashed and injured."

"Fuck! Where are you gathering? I'll meet them." Liao Xuebing stood up and could not be a turtle with his head. If his brother was chopped up, he was still indifferent, he was afraid that he would not be able to get involved in the underworld. It took at most two hours to rush back to copy the lecture notes, and he would not sleep all day and night. By 6 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, he would have copied out a few copies, which should be able to barely handle the test.

"We are at the west gate of the park. Brother Bing, please come here as soon as possible."

"OK." Liao Xuebing slowly closed the line, "Blackhead Zhou Fuyuan, you'd better deserve me to do this."

At the entrance of the west gate of the park is an antique archway with four rows of columns with dragon patterns on the columns. The plaque in the center is not written in anything. The night is heavy, the cool breeze is whispering, and there are fireflies flickering on the grass. More than 30 motorcycles were parked around, and a group of people were either lying on the car, squatting on the ground, or relying on the pillars, scattering. A young man in a windbreaker paced back and forth, lit a cigarette, and said angrily: "Hey! He actually had to pretend to be chopped to trick him into it. Is there a water in his head in the Bing Ge's head?" Behind the windbreaker, a few words like chicken feet were written in a brush: "West of the Zhuque Bridge, the first in the Speed ​​Party."

At this time, several cars appeared in front of them, driving quickly and quickly, from far to near. With the roaring sound of the engine, eight beams of light hit them, and the strong headlights of the front of the car were shaking their eyes. With a "scream", the tires dragged out several deep marks on the concrete floor and almost stopped. The doors of the four minivans opened one after another, and a group of people jumped off.

"Oh, these bald donkeys came in time!"

The minivan loaded seven people, but there were at least forty people who got out of the four cars, half of whom were shaved with their heads and shone brightly in the night, as if they could move large light bulbs. The crowd spread a little, and the one in the middle was tall and thin, with a hooked nose, thin lips, and a particularly cold expression. Several scars were vaguely visible to the cuffs of the shirt. His head was shaved green and bright, and he was the most dazzling star among the group.

"Where is Liao Xuebing? Don't you dare to come to see me?" The man looked around and spoke. No one moved. The standing person was still holding a cigarette, and the squatting person was still playing with ants with tree branches. But everyone stared at him with more arrogant and unscrupulous eyes, and the provocation was very obvious.

Xiaobai, wearing a windbreaker, slowly approached him. The two of them stared at him for a moment, and their fierce eyes could spark. When they stood opposite, Xiaobai was a little shorter, and his face was a little tender, and he had lost a lot of momentum.

"Brother Fukuhara, are you brave enough to come to Zhuque Street to play wild? I also got a few broken vans and borrowed them to play with them for two days." Xiaobai said meaningless words, not daring to blink, for fear of being weaker.

Zhou Fuyuan pushed him away: "Get away! It's not your turn to talk here, please ask Liao Xuebing to see me." The pushing force was very strong, and Xiaobai staggered and barely stopped.

The people of the Racing Party stood up one after another, tightening the iron stick and knife. Xiaobai, the second-ranked gang, was looked down upon, which means that the Racing Party's face was peeled off. The bald parties also acted as if Zhou Fuyuan had a gesture and wanted to fight to the death. There was no war for a while, and the two sides were about ten meters apart, and they were scolding, "Get out of your mother, don't have eyes, dare to trouble me?" "Bare you, you went to the place where I covered last time to make trouble, and I will ruin you today!" "Wang Ruoyu, are you brave and have hairy?"...

At ten o'clock in the evening, there were few pedestrians, and the street lights dragged their figures. The quiet street echoed with a series of crazy shouts, especially harsh. The birds living on the big banyan tree were startled, circling in the canopy, and yelling. The lights on the windows of the residential building in the distance were on, and they poked their heads out, then they retracted and turned off the lights.
Chapter completed!