Qi Qi tiptoed to the door, lay down on the ground with her little butt stuck out, and slipped out through the crack in the door.
"Dandan, is Uncle Fu still at the door? I saw his shoes!"
"Can I drive him away? It's a pity that I didn't bring my water toy, otherwise I would feed him with water!"
"But Grandma Meng said there was a misunderstanding between Mom and Uncle Fu... Dandan, what kind of misunderstanding do you think it could be?"
The little eggman turned somersaults and played on the slide on the doll's rounded face, "Why do you care so much? He can't bully your mother anyway."
After a period of understanding, Little Danman determined that Song Yueliang was indeed a Tyrannosaurus rex.
No one can bully me.
Whoever makes her unhappy will definitely make them even more unhappy.
"How about I give him an electric shock?" Little Eggman thought of the mission assigned by the brain-scumbag mastermind and gave him some conscientious advice.
The thing with unknown properties outside the door is one of the culprits that may cause it to be obliterated in the future.
Using electricity to stun him is just asking for interest for yourself.
Qiqi turned over and sat up, not considering Dandan's suggestion.
If the egg leaks, it will only scorch the hair. It will not hurt or itch, so it is of no great use.
Then the little kid's eyes scanned everywhere and she found a small wooden stick under the shoe cabinet. She quietly pulled out the small wooden stick and held it in her hand.
With this stick, can she beat Uncle Fu all over his head?
"You idiot, something got stuck under the door."
Qiqi looked at the crack in the door and saw that something had indeed been pushed in.
The thin paper was full of words, and she pulled it over one by one, and in a moment she had a stack in her hand.
"Mom, look, it must have been the bad guy Uncle Fu who stuffed papers into our house!" Qiqi was furious and presented the evidence of crime to her mother.
Hearing her daughter's voice, Song Yueliang barely recovered from her gaffe.
She took the paper.
The handwriting written on the paper torn from the notebook with a black pen is a bit sloppy, but the strokes are casual and free, and contain an edge.
It's Fu Yanchi's name.
Just like his people, they look harmless on the outside, but are sharp on the inside.
One page, one diary, is all about the past.
*
Monday, September 1, 1980 sunny
The morning light is dim and the road is busy.
Today is the first day of school at Huicheng High School.
The freshmen who were enrolling on the road were excited and excited. I felt out of place walking among them. I didn't understand why they were so happy to go to school.
Going to class, doing homework, competing for ranking on a piece of red paper... it's boring, day after day, what's so happy about it?
During my morning reading, I felt like my body was being drained. Cold sweat kept breaking out. I leaned on the table and waited for the uncomfortable feeling to pass.
I didn't close the window when I slept last night, so I caught a cold. This body is worse than that of a frail old woman.
There was a sudden knock on the table. I didn't look up and didn't want to pay attention.
Something came over and hit my hand. I thought someone was provoking me and slowly opened my eyes.
"Low blood sugar? Eat the buns." A clear and clean voice sounded in my ears, with a commanding tone, without any sloppiness, "Remember to have breakfast in the future."
I looked up and saw only the back of my head with a high ponytail.
"Thank you." I thanked him with a smile and ate the buns.
What I scolded in my heart was that I was nosy.
*
Cloudy Friday, September 5, 1980
I keep a cassette player in my bag.
When school was over, I was blocked in the back alley of the school. Three people asked me for money. I thought it was because my Walkman was too eye-catching.
The money will definitely not be given, and the fight will definitely be fought.
"Extortion and robbery?" Another clear and clean voice came from the wall, "I recognize some of you from Class 4, Grade 2."
"Director Wang, there is someone here who takes the lead in extortion and robbery. If he is caught, will he be expelled from school?"
I looked up, and sure enough I saw her high ponytail, a bag of soy milk in her mouth, and her head was prickly and arrogant.
Beyond the wall is the school playground. I don’t know who Director Wang is, but his voice is really ugly, roaring, "Blackmail and robbery? Which class and what name! Stop and don't run away!!"
San Yasan ran away immediately, and before running away, he fiercely threatened Ponytail, "Just wait for me!"
"Tsk!" Ponytail jumped down from the two-meter-high wall easily, and looked me up and down before leaving, "You are so tall."
My mood is a bit complicated.
She seems to think of me as a weakling?
The ponytail quickly ran away, and Director Wang's roar came from the other side of the wall, "Song Yueliang, you climbed over the wall again——!"
One week into school, I finally remembered the name of ponytail.
Song Yueliang.
*
Monday, September 8, 1980 sunny
My most hated Monday.
I came to the front desk a little late today.
I have been studying for a long time, but I still have a high ponytail, and the ponytail dangles behind me when I walk.
There were bruises on her face, which were quite conspicuous, but she didn't seem to care at all. She walked slowly into the classroom with the bell ringing, still prickly and arrogant.
I poked her back gently with the tip of my pen, "Song Yueliang, are those from Class 4, Grade 2, giving you trouble? Is it because you helped me that day..."
"What does my fight have to do with you?" She stopped me with one sentence.
This person is not easy to get along with.
But it's fun.
After school in the afternoon, I blocked a group of three young people from Class 4, Grade 2.
But when I saw them, I couldn't find a place to start.
Those three people all had pig heads, their noses were bruised and their faces were terribly swollen, much worse than Song Yueliang's.
When I got home, my uncle asked me why I was laughing so happily.
I said the person in front of me was a school bully, which was very interesting.
*
Friday, September 26, 1980 sunny
The second physical education class in the afternoon.
The sun is very strong today, and it makes my eyes black. At this time, it can especially show the difference between me and the people around me.
Everyone else was sweating profusely from the sun and their faces were red, but I was the only one with pale skin and cold sweat.
Standing in line, Song Yueliang was standing in front of me.
I am tall, and she happens to be tall too.
At the moment of dizziness, I fell forward and fell on Song Yueliang's back. I thought she would push me away immediately.
It's strange she didn't.
She stood firmly like that, giving me a chance to hold on.
After returning to the classroom, rumors immediately started.
Some female classmates deliberately gathered together and talked loudly in front of Song Yueliang, scolding her for refusing to hide when being targeted by male classmates, scolding her for having a fox face and going around flirting, and scolding her for having a problem with her style.
This was the first time I was angry, but Song Yueliang still didn't care.
"The words 'unity and friendship' are still hanging on the study field at the back, so we are trying to unite and split in the classroom? It has been several years since we broke down the four old and feudal ideas. Times are progressing and you are regressing? Do you want to hang a double pair around my neck?
How many eight-year-olds are dragging their worn-out shoes out for a parade?"
I returned home and locked myself in my room and laughed for a long time.
*
Friday, October 10, 1980 Rain
Today, the first semester test is distributed with corrected papers.
I am number one.
Song Yueliang was second.
My total score is 3 points higher than hers.
Song Yueliang asked me to wait after school.
"Take out all the test papers. Find them for me where you have 3 points more than me."
"The teacher has never taught this question, why do you do it?"
"Tell me, if you don't understand, you're done."
I found that she was particularly concerned about her grades. Because she got a score of 3, she had a bad face all day long.
I find it funny that the school bully is also very competitive in his studies.
It doesn't matter to me whether the ranking on the red paper is high or low. She likes to be number one, so let her be number one.