"The bitter sand makes the feeling of blowing the face, like the father scolding his mother's crying. It will never be forgotten. When I was young, I like to be alone by the beach, roll up my trousers and step on the beach with barefoot..."

There were several teachers standing in front of the courtyard gate. They looked at Zhang Yunqi who was humming a song and got off the bus with a strange expression, all of whom were looking like he wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhang Yunqi was in a good mood and greeted him one by one with a smile.

When I first saw him standing under the wild jujube tree, when I saw him get off the car, I came over directly without caring about the strange gazes of several teachers.

"Did you beat Director Luo?"

"No, how dare I hit him? It would be better if he didn't hit me."

"But I heard his scream."

"No way, he just called out, and I won't let him call out later."

"That's also called."

"There are cockroaches in the car. Director Luo was timid and screamed in fear. Let's go, let's go to the auditorium to watch the art performance."

Zhang Yunqi pulled the first visit to the yard with a lot of worries.

Several teachers rushed to the bus immediately, and an older teacher was still muttering: "I remember this student is a student from Wang Mingzhen, Wang's class. It's so unconventional. When I go back, I want to talk to Mr. Wang."

The auditorium was crowded with people, and Zhang Yunqi didn't know where Wang Xiaokai and his group were sitting. After coming in with the first sight, they found two stools behind them to sit down. Students went on stage to perform poetry recitation, dance, and sing. Although they were on the shelves, they held temporary activities in order to save the bored and energetic students from the school, but the scene was quite lively.

There were many people and the auditorium was very stuffy. When the art performance was halfway through, Zhang Yunqi went out to the toilet and ran to the previous small shop to buy two bottles of drinks.

On the way back, he unexpectedly met Li Xiaoman, Zhao Chengming and Xu Wen.

After this fuss tonight, most people know that the family background of these three people is either rich or noble, but their clothes and dressing at school are not very conspicuous, but their taste is not comparable to ordinary students. They are somewhat embarrassed now. Zhao Chengming is still handsome, but the white shirt is oily and dirty. Li Xiaoman is tall and elegant, and her black long skirt is covered with a lot of mud. Xu Wen, who looks cute, is messy in her clothes and hair, and she is muttering something.

Zhang Yunqi was not familiar with them, and was not the same type of person. There was no need to say hello. But when he walked towards him, Li Xiaoman stopped him: "Zhang Yunqi."

Zhang Yunqi stopped: "Is there anything wrong?"

Li Xiaoman was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you."

Zhang Yunqi was puzzled: "What do you thank me?"

Li Xiaoman said: "We all know the matter. Wang Xiaokai came to find Yufei just now and told us that it was the village committee you were looking for, and paid for us to save the siege. Thank you."

Zhang Yunqi smiled and said, "This is not necessary. I have never thought about how to solve the situation for you. To be honest, I did this, but I just didn't want to see those ordinary students like me who did not get a positive response when expressing their demands reasonably."

Xu Wen was very dissatisfied with Zhang Yunqi's words and snorted, "Reasonable? Then is our demand unreasonable? Staying in a hotel is not what we ask for. Is it the original sin that a good origin is?"

Zhang Yunqi didn't want to discuss these metaphysical issues: "I think you don't need to talk about your origin. Everyone is a student, at least in school. Since you are arranged to attend events, food, accommodation and transportation should be treated equally and fairly."

Zhao Chengming next to him was a little dissatisfied: "They kept saying that they wanted fairness, but in my opinion, what they pursue was not fairness at all, but selfish interests! Think from the perspective of others, if they were staying in the hotel, would they refuse when we sleep in the car? Will we consider our feelings? So there is no word fairness in this world where the strong prey on the weak. When you give fairness to the point, it only means that you are not the vested party of interests!"

Zhang Yunqi looked at Zhao Chengming, who was very polite, and he said it seemed reasonable and did have some insights. But if it were in the past, he would have blown up the guy's mother and taught him what is the intergenerational transmission of resources, what is the monopoly of upward channels, what is the cycle of lack of information, what is self-satisfied without eating meat, if the world is full of the precepts of the jungle, what is the difference between humans and animals? If even the basic fairness is not discussed? Then what is the significance of the college entrance examination? How does the role of the law reflect? Do you still need to pay your life if you kill someone? But now he is not a young man in his early twenties, and he has no interest in the dirt, and what is the meaning of chewing with these flower buds living in the greenhouse?

Thousands of rivers have water and thousands of rivers.

The world is so big, what we see and hear is nothing more than a projection of our hearts.

There are many people born with golden keys in this world, and there are more people who fight the world with bare hands; there are many people who hold power to seek their own selfishness, and there are more people who can adhere to the principle and serve the people; there are many people who are rich and innocent and indulge in pleasure, and there are also more people who are hardworking in the steel cage and on the assembly line in the fields for their lives.

Many years ago, Zhang Yunqi studied in Lijin City, the capital of southern Hunan Province. I remember it was about 1995. Lijin City held the World Table Tennis Championships. He and several classmates signed up to be volunteers. Before the World Championships began, he went to work. At noon, he squatted on the ground and ate a box lunch, chatting with a migrant worker next to him who was gnawing chicken legs to build the venue. He asked his surname, but he said that his surname was Gou. He didn't understand it at the time and asked him: "How to write". He said a little embarrassedly that he was illiterate and didn't know how to write.

Zhang Yunqiu had long forgotten many grand narratives in 1995, but strangely, he always remembered this scene, and sometimes he wondered which one he was? Later, as he got older, he gradually realized that he could not forget this detail. It was not that he pitied the fate of the migrant worker, but that he saw himself in him: In the river of history, these little people like him were probably names and no names.

But, so what?

Mr. Gou, so what if he doesn't know how to write his surname? There is a sweat he has passed away on a brick in this city, and so what if he is unknown? The land of China is full of farmers, workers, scientists, soldiers guarding the frontiers, and firefighters rushing to the fire. This world is indeed cruel, and it has many unfair things, but there will be something that can prove that we have lived, loved and struggled sincerely.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yunqi nodded to Zhao Chengming, who was staring at him and seemed to be discussing the word "fairness": "What you said makes sense." Then, he waved to them with two bottles of drinks: "It's not too early, goodbye."

At this time, Li Xiaoman stopped him again: "Wait, how much did you pay for this?"

Zhang Yunqi was interested in this topic and turned his head: "Do you want to replenish me this money?"

Li Xiaoman was choked and asked, "How many?"

Zhang Yunqi said: "1500."

"So much!" Xu Wen was startled. Such a large amount of money could not be easily obtained by a high school student. She almost couldn't believe it and looked up and down at Zhang Yunqi: "What's your home doing?"

Zhang Yunqi laughed: "The fishmeal seller has opened a small shop, just opposite the gate of No. 1 Middle School in the city. If you have time, go try it. It is delicious and cheap. I can also give you 10% off."

Xu Wen was so angry that she pouted her mouth, then glared at Zhang Yunqi with a ferocious expression: "Who cares about it? I'm so poor that I want to search for ghosts! I'm not too poor to eat a bowl of noodles and ask you to discount it."

"Okay, Wenwen, don't tell him these useless things." Zhao Chengming felt uncomfortable because the opinions he said just now did not get Zhang Yunqi's positive response. It was like because of one thing, you wanted to refute the other party with your own point of view, but the other party was disdainful to debate with you at all, and he always had a breath of breath. He said, "Zhang Yunqi, you said you spent 1,500 yuan, such a large amount, give us a proof."

Zhang Yunqi glanced at Zhao Chengming: "To prove that he went to the village committee and school, I didn't force you to ask for money. If you don't have money or don't want to give it, just say it, I won't force it, I've done it, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf here? When you were blocked by students in the yard, you didn't see you come out and fart? Of course, then again, if you insist on giving money, I don't mind writing an IOU."

"Okay, then write an IOU." Li Xiaoman, who was speechless but powerful, was so decisive that she was surprised. She pulled Zhao Chengming, whose face was flushed with a flushing face, took out his homework book and a pen from his schoolbag, and wrote a well-organized IOU in just a few seconds: "Give it, I'll pay you back when I go back."

"Yes, the words are good."

Zhang Yunqi glanced and left with his pocket.

Xu Wen stared at his back and muttered, stomped her feet: "This guy is such a philistine!"

The flushing on Zhao Chengming's face had not yet dissipated, and he felt really unbalanced: "Xiaoman, you actually have no need to write him an IOU. Even if this matter was solved by him, he himself admitted that it has nothing to do with us. You are so idealistic."

Li Xiaoman looked at Zhang Yunqi's back and said for a long time: "To be honest, this person is very different, with rich social experience and practical ability. As for us, we should be shameless. This is not idealism, but it is just limited to one-sided cognition in books. This time, it is an example. We were originally kind-hearted, but it caused such serious consequences. In fact, it can be completely avoided. The world is our world, society is our society, and the country is our country. This is idealism. It is good to have such students in the No. 1 Middle School in the City. Let's go."
Chapter completed!