Chapter 93
Laiyang County No. 1 Middle School is a rare two-story red brick and tile building. The green tile roof ensures that the house is cool even in summer. The outside is painted with a layer of white putty powder. There are three or four wooden windows in each room, and the windows are set one meter above the ground. There used to be vertical wooden sticks to prevent people from getting in, but they were completely destroyed during the previous riot. Now there is only an empty window opening standing there.
Only those whose families are willing to support them can go to junior high school and high school.
The students sitting in the classroom caught a glimpse of people outside the window. Besides not being surprised, they also felt contented and proud.
In their hearts, the peasants outside are different from them.
But today, there was a head that was more than a little higher than the window near the front door. When I stretched my neck, the head almost came in.
From their angle, they could only see a black head with perfectly maintained, black, hard hair. Facing the blackboard, his neck seemed to be pressed against the left window frame. No one knew how he managed to do that.
Most of the students who were not paying attention to the class stared at that spot in a daze for a while, unable to react.
Then I looked back at the other students who were leaning against the wall to listen to the lecture. They were all leaning there carefully, trying to reduce their presence, with a mixture of embarrassment and eagerness to learn. They nodded, this was the correct way to lean against the window to listen.
Now looking at the one in front of them, they immediately thought, who is this?
Gao Weimin has been teaching high school for fifteen years. A few years ago, his lectures were full of emotion and passion, his hands and feet moving. But ever since the school riots, his enthusiasm has waned. He sticks strictly to the textbook, never mentioning anything else. Even if others want to correct him, they can't. Furthermore, ninety percent of the students sitting in the classroom don't pay attention. He keeps his head down, reading, only occasionally glancing up to catch the eye of one or two students who seem eager to learn.
Today is no exception.
Because the passage in the book was too long, he read it for a while longer, trying to understand its meaning in his mind and ponder it himself, but he didn't read it out loud. During this short while, the noises below became louder and louder.
He slowly raised his head, his face expressionless, and said, "Be quiet."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head to a certain angle and stopped. Just as he stopped, he caught a glimpse of movement at the window. He looked over and saw the head, or rather the face, sticking in.
A handsome man in striped clothes was leaning against the window, holding a yellowed notebook in his hand. He seemed to be listening to the lecture at his pace. When he asked him to be quiet, he stopped writing and looked at him puzzledly.
Meeting his 'thirsty' eyes, Gao Weimin's emotions fluctuated for a moment, but soon the classroom became much quieter and he lowered his head to continue his lecture.
The head outside the window poked a little closer.
His presence is hard to ignore.
The forty or so students sitting below could hear the sound of handwriting being written by the window.
But at this time, perhaps because his neck was tired, he finally faced the other side of the window.
Except for a few people sitting at the back and near the window, everyone else could see almost his entire face, with red lips, white teeth, and black, bright eyes.
Hiss. Where, where does this person come from? How can he be so good-looking?
As if he noticed their gazes, Lu Qin grinned at them sheepishly and continued listening to the class.
After a while.
Under dozens of burning gazes, Lu Qin calmly listened to the class.
So in this Chinese class, there was a phenomenon where students looked at Lu Qin and Lu Qin looked at the teacher.
At 9:30, he grabbed his notebook and ran off. He didn't want to stay and meet them now. To be honest, the course content wasn't difficult at all, but his purpose wasn't to attend the class.
After class, a few students were about to come out to chat with someone, but found that the person was gone.
He retreated as quickly as the other attendees.
"How can that person run so fast?" Several male classmates swarmed out.
One of the sturdy boys shrugged his shoulders and replied nonchalantly, "Hurry back to work. I heard the millet harvest is underway in the countryside. I guess he sneaked out during his free time."
He also saw a few students leaning on the windows to listen to the class. There were mud spots on their trouser legs. He guessed that this person was also... I really don't understand. I should just work hard in the fields. Why come to their school to listen to the class? Do you understand them?
"He looks like this, but he works in the fields."
“What does it have to do with the face?”
That's how misunderstandings arise.
The person who was being talked about walked out of the school gate.
"Thank you, sir. I'm leaving now."
Lu Qin had a green military cloth bag slung across his body and a notebook tucked under his right armpit. Perhaps he was too tired from standing by the window and changing positions frequently, so his shirt and pants had several wrinkles and part of his black hair on his forehead was sticking up.
The old man guarding the gate blinked his eyes. It was not surprising that they would leave after attending classes for a while.
Lu Qin estimated the time and trotted to the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, where he found his bicycle parked in the morning.
"Comrade Zhu and Comrade Li, I'm going to work."
Zhu Hong always felt awkward when she saw his attire. Seeing that he was anxious to get to work, she waved her hand and said, "I understand. Go ahead."
The blue figure digested the food in front of them.
Li Xiang looked at his back in confusion, "Zhu Hong, what happened to Comrade Lu?"
When she first arrived this morning, she thought she saw her boyfriend, because that's how he dressed. It was a pretty fashionable way to dress, but on him, there was something indescribable about it.
Zhu Hong has always been reluctant to use her brain, "Who knows?"
Not only them, when Lu Qin rushed to the office, Secretary Liu glanced at the person who appeared in the seat, surprise written on his face, "Eh"
"Sister, good morning!" He opened his shoulder bag and took out the manuscript he had written overtime last night.
"Oh, good morning!" Secretary Liu's eyes swept over him.
Lu Qin calmly poured himself a cup of hot tea and waited for it to cool down, then walked to Zhou Jun's desk to hand in the manuscript.
Xu Youzhi just came back from outside and stopped in his tracks. "You..."
He instantly forgot to ask about his lateness.
"Just keep it simple, change your clothes and change your mood." Lu Qin raised his eyebrows.
Xu Youzhi coughed and said, "It's okay."
It just feels like she's a little more well-behaved.
After two sips of tea, Lu Qin grabbed his bag and left. When he re-entered the factory, he was wearing a white shirt again, and his hair was carefully combed. It was mainly because the supply and marketing cooperative didn't have a change of clothes, otherwise, ahem, he would have changed before entering the food factory.
Xu Youzhi couldn't help but said, "My mood has changed again."
Lu Qin, "Let's change our work mood and be more serious."
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For several days in a row, Lu Qin's only striped shirt was washed in the afternoon, hung on the clothesline in the evening, and worn again the next day.
But when he came back every day, he was wearing a white shirt.
For the first-year students at the No. 1 Middle School, starting from that day, they could see a man in blue clothes at the window every day, sometimes during the first half of the class and sometimes during the second half.
From being restrained at the beginning, to later just lying there and finding a comfortable position to write and draw.
The teacher said something, and he would occasionally write a few words.
Originally, there were few people in the classroom, most of them just looking for a high school diploma, or sitting there because they had nothing to do at home. His behavior was particularly striking.
After getting used to it, Gao Weimin would occasionally glance at him.
But every time the get out of class was over, Lu Qin ran very fast, blending in with the other people who came to attend the class, and disappeared as soon as he ran away, for fear of being caught by others.
"You said this guy, why can't we catch him every time?"
"He ran so fast, he must have urgent work to do at home. And yet he still ran to attend the class, only listening to less than half a class. How could he understand?"
Just two days after asking this question, Lu Qin suddenly didn't go for two days.
At home, the clothes on the clothesline are still swaying.
Sun Laimei came back with the radio and saw him at home. "I was just playing some music for them on the brigade square, and a bunch of people came over. I casually mentioned that we had two tape recorders at home, and a few of them were interested. If they were interested, they would definitely come over to ask about it."
The words "buy and sell" cannot be mentioned openly, but they can be hinted at.
At first, Lu Qin asked his aunt to take the tape recorder out for everyone in the team, including the educated youth, to see. Sun Laimei actually walked around outside with the radio in her arms for a few rounds. She didn't dare to press buttons everywhere, so at most she let the people in the team take a quick look, but they couldn't see anything at all.
After Lu Qin taught her how to use it, she became bolder.
The first person who came to our house to buy a radio was a young man from the Youth Institute.
A male comrade named Liu Zhi had been working in the countryside for seven or eight years. He had no hope of passing the college entrance examination and planned to settle down in the brigade. The woman he wanted to marry was a female educated youth from the educated youth institute.
"Is anyone there?"
Liu Zhi came alone. He peeked into the yard. The yard was clean and there were two hens walking around.
Lu Qin just happened to pick up two eggs and came over. He waved, "Comrade, please come in."
Liu Zhi looked at the young man in front of him, and thought of the talk about him in the brigade. A flicker of envy flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and got straight to the point. "Hello, I'm Liu Zhi from the Educated Youth Institute. Excuse me, is this Aunt Sun's home? I'd like to exchange your radio."
His voice was deliberately lowered.
"Hello, comrade. I'm Lu Qin. Please sit here first."
The man in Lu Qin's eyes was tall and thin, with traces of sunburn and hard work on his young face.
He asked him to wait a moment and went into the house to get the radio.
The radio had been wiped so carefully that if you didn't look closely, it looked almost as good as new.
Liu Zhi leaned forward, feeling a little moved. "Can I try it first?"
Lu Qin said generously, "Sure."
Liu Zhi straightened the radio, touched the keyboard on it with his hand, and then pressed the middle button after hesitation.
Lu Qin looked at his slightly skillful movements and raised his eyebrows slightly.
At this time, many programs had not started yet. I tuned around and all I heard was a crackling sound. Finally, when I tuned to the fifth channel, I could hear singing coming from it.
After listening for a while, Liu Zhi pressed the button, "Comrade Lu, how do you do this?"
He was asking about money.
He gave a number, looking sincere, "Do you think it's appropriate?"
Liu Zhi lowered his head and thought, "Okay."
This price is already fair.
Lu Qin suddenly felt that he had underestimated the situation. But considering the plight of the educated youth, he decided to leave it at that.
Tsk, it's so rare for Lu Qin to reflect on himself.
When he stood up, he saw the notebook spread out on the table and asked curiously, "What is this?"
I have to study while working
"Learning never ends. I am learning high school knowledge and laying a good foundation. If you want to learn in the future, you can ask me anytime." Lu Qin looked sincere.
Some important things cannot be hinted or stated explicitly. After all, no one will believe you if you tell them, and it will easily cause trouble. He is simply doing this out of the motivation to study.
If he studies high school knowledge and works at the same time, then he is still a junior high school student.
Looking into his sincere eyes, Liu Zhi nodded in agreement and returned to the Youth League Institute, casually mentioning that Lu Qin should always keep learning.
Some people heard this and said, "If I'm not taking the college entrance examination, what's the point of studying?"
At first, some people brought books, but later, seeing that there was no hope, the books were already used as pads on the corners of the table, and some people tore them up and used them as toilet paper.
"And he's lucky. Even a junior high school student can find such a good job."
"Liu Zhi, let's not talk about this anymore, let's take a look at your radio first."
As soon as he left, Lu Qin put away his notes, counted the money, and sat there to work overtime on his manuscript.
Half an hour later, there was another little one across the table, holding a pencil and writing and calculating stroke by stroke.
When the elders do things, the younger ones will follow their example.
After all, Kong Dongdong will be sent to school in March next year.
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