In the smoke, we taste the pain of youth.

The so-called pain of youth is that on this day at the end of the month, four very young young men were so hungry.

After the smoke cleared, I became angry: "Damn, can you show the spiritual outlook of contemporary college students?"

Benz asked: "How do you want to show your mental outlook?"

I said, "For example, queuing up to go to the cafeteria to get food or something."

"Do you still have money in your meal card?" asked Big Ben.

"Do you have a meal card?" Xiaofeng asked.

Two simple questions drove me back to the eighteen levels of hell.

Benzene was not discouraged at all, so he proposed a solution: "By the way, why don't we go and find the two buddies next door to ask us to have a meal? Didn't Lao Zhao still owe you a meal?"

"Don't mention it..." I shook my head helplessly, "You can be the richest man when you go to their dormitory. Those two bastards don't even have 2 cents in total."

"Fuck me, right?" Da Ben couldn't help but feel happy anymore, and he wailed in despair.

When we were about to go back to the dormitory and lie down in the corpse and wait for death, two animals came towards us.

The visitor is not a savior, but two disaster stars, and it is Lao Zhao and Da Cannon in the dormitory next door.

One of these two people comes from Ganzhou and the other comes from Yan'an. They are both old revolutionary areas with bright red lights. In the war years, the people in the old revolutionary areas were the most glorious, and in the peaceful years, the people in the old revolutionary areas were the poorest. The reason for this phenomenon may be that the organization requires them to maintain the fine tradition of poverty. Perhaps several years ago, they became the main site of the uprising because they were poor and could not even afford to eat. Of course, they had the courage to go out and cause a revolution.

The next thing is very simple. Six contemporary college students were discussing a far-reaching issue together, about how to get a meal.

"Look for the squad leader!" Da Cannon suggested first.

This is really a constructive proposal. The class monitor is a well-known good man. Although like all student cadres, he always complains nonstop, he still reflects the excellent qualities of a revolutionary leader at critical moments and has saved people from dire straits several times. The class monitor lives very regularly, and now he must have spare money in his pocket, so it is absolutely right to find him.

"This is a good idea. Unfortunately, a few bastards started the move two days ago. I heard that the squad leader has been gnawing steamed buns these two days!" Old Zhao said worriedly.

"Beast!" The other five of us cursed together.

Da Ben said: "The girls in our class are very comfortable now. Lao Zhao, aren't you very familiar with those girls? Now, it's time for the organization to test you!"

"No, I can't afford to lose this person!" Old Zhao's head shook like a sieve.

"Damn it, it's time to do it, but I still care whether he's shit or not!" Daben criticized Lao Zhao seriously, hoping that this guy could show his noble character of self-sacrificing himself. It's not difficult to find that our catchphrase in that era had a regularity, saying "dummy" and "dummy". At that time, the freshman young man kept talking like this.

Lao Zhao said in panic: "Forget it, you know that the girls in our class are all pretty and borrow money from them. Maybe people think I am interested in her. Even if they don't think so, if there is any scandal, how can they continue to survive in the future!"

This is not unreasonable. The school is simply a breeding ground for rumors. A man and a woman may have many versions of scandals by borrowing an eraser. Think about the face of the girls in our class, and think about Lao Zhao's future happiness. This proposal is given up.

For a moment, everyone was silent and thought wildly in their minds.

It is said that people are forced to do so, and this is a famous saying. Da Ben gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go and eat the king's meal!"

Lao Zhao is worthy of being from the old district and always demands himself by the standards of revolutionary soldiers, saying, "Isn't this good?"

"No matter how much hell it is, let's talk about it after eating." Seeing Da Ben's expression and tone, he was already jealous. After a few seconds, he added: "At most, we will pay back the money next time, and we will say that we are from the performance department, and this time we will be a bandit to experience life."

"Where is better to go to commit crimes?" Da Cannon was very impulsive. This kid had a little roughness like a man from northern Shaanxi, and he had a clear tendency to commit crimes in his bones.

DaBenz proposed very awesome: "Of course we can't go to the place where we used to eat often. How about going to the food stalls on the side door of the school? Anyway, we rarely go there, and no one will know us when we are accustomed to students."

"Okay, that's it!"

The others were also excited. At this moment, everyone regarded themselves as criminals and wanted to beat the principal in public.

Many years later, I was thinking that there were actually hundreds of solutions to a meal, but at that time we chose a way that was not in line with the norm. Perhaps, just because we were young and exciting, we were determined.

The street next to the side door of the school is filled with various shops, including those selling second-hand computers, bedding, pirated CDs, and various restaurants. Although this place is not as prosperous as the snack street on the back door, it is not deserted because there are several bus stops here.

When Lin Shao walked into the middle of the street, he refused to move his foot anymore. He looked at the shop not far away and said to himself: "Authentic Lanzhou Big Pan Chicken, Damn it, how long has it been since I've eaten this thing."

Da Ben swallowed his saliva and said, "Let's go, we can't bully ethnic minorities, maybe we're bullied by these seemingly loyal Hui compatriots."

"Then the only way to stage internal conflicts among our Han people." Old Zhao sighed helplessly.

Finally, we walked to the end and settled in a restaurant called Haoyoulai. I don’t know whether this place should be called a food stall or a restaurant. It is a place for eating anyway. We chose this place because it has several tables on the roadside, which is just right for us to escape.

Obviously, the boss didn't know he was going to be in trouble yet, and was greeting the guests with a smile on his face.

We didn't talk nonsense, so we sat down calmly and started ordering.

Halfway through the meal, Dapao suddenly said, "Why just order these dishes? Anyway, we all eat the King's meal, why are you still polite?"

"It makes sense!" We agreed in unison.

So Dapao took a sip of the eagle tea delivered in the store for free, cleared his throat, and a melodious voice spread throughout the street: "Boss, come another plate of shredded potatoes!"

I almost squirted out the food from my mouth, and the others looked at each other.

"Outstanding, I thought you would order another portion of boiled beef, at least you should have meat dishes such as green pepper shredded pork." After a long time, Lao Zhao said this.

"No, I have to order a sweet and sour pork ribs." When I thought of how cowardly I could eat at the King of Kings, I took it my best.

"Then I'll call it a meaty one, at least I'll get a repot of meat!" Da Ben also took the initiative.

Finally, the legendary hard dishes were served and we ate even more happily.

Time was like a little girl stared at by a handsome guy, lowered her head and ran away shyly.

We are all full of food and food. The problem we are facing now is, how should we run away?

I obviously felt the breathing of the other five people, and so did I myself. Now is a critical moment and a time to make a conclusion about our behavior. If someone stands up to pay the bill at this time, then we are legitimate consumers. If we can't, then we will become hooligans.

Only at this time do we feel scared and even begin to sublimate in our thoughts, thinking that we are committing crimes, how unforgivable.

After all, there must be a solution. At this moment, Da Ben became as gentle as a lady from a family. He slowly slid the last bite of rice in the bowl and asked in a low voice: "What should I do?"

I said, "Let's plays and saucers, the other five people leave first, if you lose, stay and deal with the funeral."

Lao Zhao asked: "Okay, are you fifteen or twenty or two little bees, or are you hmm? "

"You are stupid, how much trouble is this?" Da Cannon knocked Lao Zhao's head without hesitation.

Mr. Lin said: "Then let's just scissors, stones, and cloth!"

There was no objection this time, everyone took a deep breath and looked at each other. At this moment, I felt that the other five guys were my class enemies, and I was sure that the five of them also had the same idea as me.

"Scissors, stones, cloth!"

With a low shout from the Bundesliga, the first round of battle ended. The two used scissors, one used stones, and two used cloths. The winner was undecided and the ending was unpredictable.

"Scissors, stones, cloth!"

This time, five people used scissors and the cannons were used to make cloth.

"Damn it, don't bring such a person. Lao Zhao, you are cheating!" Dapao cursed angrily. He was right. This time, Lao Zhao took action more than us, and his hand was still shaking.

Da Ben said: "That's right, this kid is cheating, no need to guess anymore. Lao Zhao, you are the one behind the palace, let's go first!"

"Yes, yes, yes, those who cheated are considered to be automatically abstained! Lao Zhao, who told you that you are not particular? Even if you teach you a lesson this time," we also echoed very barely.

"Fuck, you can't play with me like this, right?" Old Zhao's face was bitter and he pulled down his face and begged us: "A few brothers, I'm a little nervous just now, I'm slow to go out. This time I don't count, I'll start over. Please give me another chance."

Maybe it was because Lao Zhao was pitiful, or maybe it was because he was afraid that Lao Zhao would betray us, so we finally agreed to do it again.

"Scissors, stones, cloth!"

This time...the five bastards came out at the same time, and I was the only one who came out of the stone.

“Shit!”

I made a swear word, and I couldn't bear such an ending.

"Brother, I feel wronged." Da Ben patted my shoulder with sympathy in his eyes.

Da Cannon stood up, shook my hand eagerly, and said, "Comrade, it's all up to you."

Old Zhao looked gloating and said, "This is God's will, God's will."

Mr. Lin stroked my back and encouraged me: "Don't be afraid, you can do it."

That day was Xiaofeng's first time praising me. Before leaving, he said, "Come on, you are the best."

Before I could fully react, the five of them could not wait to leave. The boss looked at the figures of the five of them leaving with suspicious eyes, and then I was still sitting in place, and then smiled.

I used chopsticks to tease the last few shredded potatoes in the bowl, trying to calm myself down. Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I saw the boss looking at me, nervousness was like the uncontrolled sperm of a man with premature ejaculation, and when I thought of myself, my nervousness expanded several times in an instant, and before I could speak, my palms burst out cold sweat.

Calm, calm.

I comforted myself, wouldn’t it be a waste of food? If I can’t escape, at most I say that I forgot to bring the money, and the boss won’t send me to the police station, right? In the society ruled by law, he shouldn’t beat me up, right?

Thinking of the four words of a rule of law society, I couldn't help but feel ashamed. What we did today is really sorry for this rule of law society. This idea made me feel much more relaxed. I have reached this point, so I can only give up, otherwise what else can I do?

I took a few deep breaths in a row, adjusted my physical condition to the best, quietly moved the two stools blocking the way, and then squeezed out a smile that I thought was the most friendly to the boss.

"Do you want to pay the bill? There are 86 yuan in total, so you can give it 85 yuan." The boss also walked over with a smile.

"Boss, have you ever met Superman?" I asked, or answered the question irrelevantly.

The boss was stunned for a moment and said, "I haven't seen it before."

"Hehe, you will see it soon, look over there!" I stretched out my hand and guided the boss to look into the distance. Before I finished speaking, I ran wildly at Superman's speed. Fortunately, it was at the end of the street and there were not many witnesses present.

After running about ten meters away, the boss who stood behind and looked at Superman finally came to his senses. He shouted in a hurry and angry voice: "Guawazi, you haven't given the money yet!"
Chapter completed!