Everyone here usually hangs out and plays around, and occasionally becomes domineering. The white-eyed wolf who is really heartless has more or less feelings about the former, but the latter seems too far away from them, and he stares at his good friend Yang Chen in surprise.
Yang Chen didn't explain, he just smiled. His faint smile could hide his mood swings. When he was seven years old, his parents were laid off. He took out the meager layoff subsidy and borrowed some money from here and there to open a small restaurant. It's hard to explain everything in the beginning.
The realization of the situation and the creditors taking turns to make things difficult for him put the whole family in trouble. From then on, he fully understood what poverty meant. This daunting word accompanied him through the six years of primary school.
Many things during those years are vivid in my mind.
In the summer camp for the second grade of elementary school, the classmate’s teacher took out the rich snacks he brought and drank cans of carbonated drinks. He ate boiled eggs and mustard steamed buns brought from home. The leading teacher, Yan Yuese, gave him half of the snacks and gave him a can of drinks.
At that time, most of the children around him looked at him with contempt. After all, he was a child, no matter how open-minded and tenacious he was, he still kept his head down and his arrogance. There were countless similar examples.
His childhood memories were filled with bitterness and hardship.
He knows how unbearable this bitter and hard taste is, so he wants to give honor to his children.
"Why are you talking about this? Come on, brothers, let's do one together. Congratulations to Yang Zi for being admitted to No. 1 Middle School. I hope we can be brothers for life." Hao Yong, who felt that the atmosphere was a bit boring, took the lead in raising his glass. A dozen teenagers raised their glasses filled with beer one after another.
glass, stood up straight with their heads raised, and drank the glass of wine with passion, drawing a slightly flamboyant end to their junior high school years.
It was past nine o'clock after dinner. This group of drunken teenagers changed their positions and went straight to a street with the largest concentration of civilian nightclubs in Xinfeng City. They poured into a KTV with an old light box sign and won 168 yuan. Not only could they sing
Until one o'clock in the morning, they also give away a fruit plate, which is quite affordable.
Maybe it was alcohol, or maybe I felt more relaxed after graduating from junior high school. Yang Chen and the others quickly got into the mood, vying for the microphone and screaming their favorite songs. The atmosphere was warm, and the lights in the private room were dim. Yang Chen sat in the corner and cracked melon seeds while listening.
The brothers sang, and the flashing light made this guy's handsome face, which looked like Takeshi Kaneshiro's, blurry and deep, unlike a seventeen-year-old child.
"Yang Zi, are you pretending to be serious?" Li Feng, who sang a new song by Jay Chou, smiled and sat down next to Yang Chen. He picked up the cigarette case on the coffee table, pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Chen.
Yang Chen waved his hand without thinking. His father's mistakes made him, at the age of seventeen, understand firsthand that smoking harms the body and alcohol harms the sex. He should drink alcohol appropriately and never touch cigarettes.
Li Feng laughed helplessly, lit his cigarette, looked around at the dozens of male animals in the private room, and said regretfully: "There are a few beautiful girls missing tonight, so the atmosphere is a bit bad."
Yang Chen nodded and smiled. This can be considered a regret for their small circle. They usually focus on fighting, playing football, and playing computer games, and don't pay much attention to falling in love. Although porn movies have stimulated their imagination and thinking about how to hold a high position.
Under the guise of falling in love, they personally found opportunities to practice classic moves in pornographic films, such as an old man pushing a cart and Guanyin sitting on a lotus. However, the excessive reserve of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls and the strict guarding of their teachers and parents made them constrained and nothing gained.
The junior high school years are probably not the best time for love.
Yang Chen, a standard single virgin, comforted himself in this way.
Hao Yong, Sun Yu, and Wang Xiaofei interrupted Yang Chen and Li Feng who were chatting, and forced them to sing "Brothers". Their slightly immature singing pushed the atmosphere in the private room to a climax. At one o'clock in the morning, they left the KTV with unfinished thoughts. I don't know.
Who said to go and play CS all night? Everyone said in unison that they should kill Li Feng’s house.
At around eight o'clock the next morning, Yang Chen rode home. Under the morning sun, his handsome face looked slightly tired. He looked tired. Playing games is by no means a pure enjoyment. There are tens of millions of gamers in China, but only a few.
People reach the top, which is restricted by talent factors. More importantly, few people can withstand the high-intensity training and research for sixteen hours a day day after day. Playing games to this level is no longer enjoyable.
But pain.
Behind the dazzling aura of every top figure there is always a difficult experience that stuns ordinary people.
The same goes for Yang Chen, who is proficient in everything in the eyes of his brothers. He has done much more behind the scenes than others. He rides his bike into the street where his small restaurant is located, Wenmiao Street in the old city. Old buildings in shanty towns line the street, and small merchants and hawkers
There are so many gangsters here, it seems like the time here is still set in the 1990s.
Yang Chen's restaurant is a two-room front room on the ground floor of an old four-story building in the center of a small street. Yang Guodong, who has been running a small restaurant for ten years, still gets up early to clean the front door. When he sees his son coming back on a bicycle, he seems to be vaguely youthful.
A happy smile appeared on Shi's handsome and weathered face.
My son was admitted to No. 1 Middle School, one of the key middle schools in the province. He was praised by neighbors and some narrow-minded relatives who obviously couldn’t eat grapes and complained about the decline in the teaching quality of No. 1 Middle School in recent years made him less ambitious.
A man who just wants his wife and children to live an easy life is extremely satisfied.
My son is more promising than me!
Yang Guodong's voice is also his expectation for his son's future.
"Your mother left breakfast for you, go in and eat while it's hot." Yang Guodong smiled and asked, and continued working after that. Yang Chen put away the bicycle and wanted to help, but Yang Guodong waved his hand and refused, with a determined action, an unquestionable look, and a bent spine.
, the silent father's love was revealed instantly, as thick as a mountain.
Yang Chen felt sour in his heart for no reason.
Knowing his father's temper, he silently walked into his small restaurant, where his mother, who worked vigorously and resolutely, was neatly wiping the tables. For so many years, his mother had been both the proprietress and a waiter, and his father had long been accustomed to playing the roles of boss and chef at the same time.
, the pastry chef Aunt Wang hasn't arrived yet, and only Xu Wei, an apprentice who learned cooking from his father, is busy in the kitchen behind.
"Chenchen, I put it on your desk earlier. Go upstairs and eat." Mother was nagging while busy. Yang Chen nodded in agreement. He couldn't get involved in the work in the restaurant, and his parents were determined not to let him get involved.
The couple who couldn't care less about their son's glory used another way to protect their son.
Yang Chen understood his parents' painstaking efforts, so he didn't say much. He walked to the stairs leading to the second floor next to the kitchen, and happened to see Xu Wei busy in the kitchen. Yang Chen responded with a sincere smile, not looking down on this person with a more humble and miserable background.
juvenile.
Xu Wei, seventeen years old, his mother died of stomach cancer eight years ago, and his father Xu Jianjun died in a coal mine accident the year before last. Both his parents died and he became an orphan. Because Xu Jianjun and Yang Chen's father, Yang Guodong, were comrades who fought in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, so
Xu Wei, whose parents died, was taken in by the Yang family. Yang Guodong originally planned to continue to educate the child, but the paranoid Xu Wei insisted on working as an apprentice in the Yang family's small restaurant.
If you don’t like learning, learning some crafts that can support yourself is not a way out.
Yang Chen went upstairs along the narrow stairs. The area upstairs was about half that of the downstairs, about thirty square meters. There was a partition in the middle, which divided it into two bedrooms. Yang Chen's parents lived in the partition room near the stairway, and Yang Chen lived in the partition room with a window.
There are two single beds placed in the partition of more than ten square meters, and a writing desk is placed in the middle.
The house is neat and clean.
Xu Wei and Yang Chen lived together, but the child rarely came in during the day except for sleeping at night, for fear of affecting Yang Chen's rest and study. The seventeen-year-old Xu Wei always showed the restraint of living under someone else's roof.
Yang Chen hastily ate the soy milk and fried dough sticks and got into bed to catch up on his sleep. After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard a loud voice downstairs yelling in an official tone: "Four people, only one health certificate, how can this be done?! You are so stupid
The situation seriously violates national regulations, and we have the right to shut you down!"
Then Yang Chen heard the degrading words from his parents. He rubbed his eyes, put on his clothes and shoes, and went downstairs to see who came. It turned out that they were people from the Old City Health and Epidemic Prevention Station. Three men and two women in uniforms were looking at each other.
Everywhere, sometimes frowning, sometimes pouting.
Yang Chen's mother, Liu Hua, was busy making tea and water for the five of them, while Yang Guodong asked the fat man who seemed to be the leader with a smile on his face, "Didn't they say that a small restaurant like ours just needs a health certificate?"
"The past was before, and now is now. Do you understand the policy changes? All four of us must have health certificates. I'll give you a week. If you fail to do so, you will be forced to close down." The fat man in the lead glanced at him with his hands behind his back.
Yang Guodong made no secret of his arrogance.
Yang Guodong still had a smile on his face, bowed slightly and kept nodding. The bloody man who dared to throw his head and blood on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang more than 30 years ago now looked humble. His bloody spirit back then had been completely worn away by the hard life.
How many people still deserve the respect of Glory?
Yang Chen, who was standing by the stairs, glanced across the fat man's hateful face, and fixed on his father's deliberately hunched figure. Back then, he showed the proud backbone of a republican in a hail of bullets. The curvature now bent deeply hurt Yang Chen's heart.
He clenched his fists slowly and swore: Dad, one day, my son will let you straighten your spine and face anyone.
