Chapter 78 (79)

"Hey, are you here tonight, I'll go to your place to deal with it for one night." I asked the little policeman on the phone. "No, not today! Me and that girl tonight, we have to use the room!" "Aren't there two rooms?" "Oh!... Isn't that very unpleasant! I don't come here often!" "That's all right!" "Where are you, idiot?" "Stop asking! I'm dead!" I lingered at school for half the night, but I didn't meet a single acquaintance. I only found that the lights in our old dormitory were already on, and some of the juniors seemed to have moved in. Two pairs of dirty sneakers.

The light in the house was still on, and as soon as I entered the door, my father opened his bow and greeted me. He knocked me down with a big slap in the face, and I watched my mother run out of the bedroom with a buzzing head. It was the first time I heard her say so many dirty words, and she rushed directly to my furious father behind me in anger. I really don't blame my dad who didn't go to college but is full of longing for college, but I will never tell him what happened in my college. My mother comforted me for a long time, only to find that I was not as wronged and sad as she imagined, so I denounced my father hoarsely, but in the end, I comforted her and reminisced about some of my father's outstanding achievements In the end, she finally held back her tears and happily agreed to my request, and allocated 1,000 yuan to me so that I could go out with a tour group for a while.

After buying two large boxes of sleeping pills, I returned home, put on the small stand-up collar shirt that old K gave me, put on the yellow wristband that Xiaohong woven for me, and went to trim my hair. The next day, I left a paper I dressed myself up like a flower and got on the train. The happy students who came home from the holidays on the train reminded me of one thing. Why did I forget to go to the old locust tree? ! At night, there seemed to be some accident ahead, the train stopped intermittently, and I also had intermittent dreams, dreaming of the 17 or 18-year-old migrant worker who I had seen in the cafeteria at school digging up my letter under the big locust tree , I asked him why he dug up these letters?He looked at me blankly and told me that they were going to cut down the big tree, and I asked him why he wanted to cut down the big tree?He said that buildings were going to be built, and many buildings were going to be built in the school.