Vol 3 Chapter 295: Drop and start

Again, there is an old saying that everything has two sides.

The rapid development of Wuliao has brought about many positive changes, but it still has some negative effects on some industries.

For example, at this time in the past, the station in the town must be crowded with men and women, young and old, with wives and belts, big bags and small bags crowded here, just to squeeze onto the minibus to the county seat earlier, so that you can get to the county seat. Buses from all over the south, or to catch a train in the province.

Generally, from the third day of the third day until the 20th of the first month, the drivers and conductors of these minibuses have been on the road from the day before dawn to the treetops in the moon, and they have to walk fast even when eating and going to the toilet. run.

However, looking at the bulging pockets, the hard work is very worthwhile. They even wished to live like this all year round.

What's more, they are also the most bullish at that time. Usually, many people take a car and bargain hard and hard. If you ignore it, he will take the next trip, but it will be more than half a month. , It’s good to be able to get in the car, who will bargain?

If there is still someone who wants to save the stingy, the door will open as soon as he opens, "If you don't sit down," How bullish!

However, as the Jiasheng Industrial Park in the town is getting bigger and bigger, as there are more and more people doing small businesses in the town, as more and more people are buying cars, such a grand occasion is now also It can only be remembered.

However, since the eighth day of the eighth day, the business of these minibuses in the town, especially the return business, has been better than the same period last year. In the past few days, many young people who speak Mandarin have come to the town from the county seat.

They are really outsiders, not those two poles who have been to the South for a few years, and come back home and speak Mandarin.

When I inquired curiously, they turned out to be some middle-level cadres from Jiasheng. Came to the town to participate in the training, although some blame Jiasheng for making his business weak during the peak season, but. There is still something to talk about with Jiasheng, "Are you in the Shanghai company? I have a younger brother. I work in a lithium battery factory in Shanghai,"

Yes, many relatives of these drivers and conductors also work in various companies under Jiasheng.

In the end, these cars drove directly to the entrance of the training center very graciously, saving them from having to pull their suitcases and walk from one end of the town to the other.

As a local, this morning. Dad rode a motorcycle and sent Hu Junting to the training center to report that she saw several familiar names on the list in the same dormitory, Wang Jinju and Wen Hong.

In the same provincial capital, I always see Wang Jinju several times a year during meetings, but Wen Hong said that after graduating from junior high school in 1995. But never saw it again.

The last one in the four-person dormitory is a girl named Zhang Yan from the Holiday Inn. Is she also from the town?

Although it is a dormitory. But each dormitory is nearly fifteen square meters, plus a bathroom of about six square meters, it is still very spacious for four people.

There are four bunk beds in the dormitory. The upper bunk is for accommodation, and the lower bunk is a desk with a computer. Between the bed and the bed, there are two wardrobes, in the middle of the room. It is a small conference table, probably for discussion with people in the dormitory.

Hu Junting looked at this condition. With some emotion, I haven't lived in a dormitory for years. But the conditions of the dormitory this time are really the best.

"Little guy, come, call auntie, call auntie, I'll give you sweets, don't you call it? Then, auntie,"

Hu Junting heard the sound and greeted the door, "Jinju, ah Wenhong, long time no see,"

The one walking in front is Wang Jinju, who is already a wife and mother, and the one holding Wang Jinju's daughter in the back is Wen Hong, who has not seen him for many years. Feng Wen is alone, pulling two large suitcases and walking at the end.

"Hu Junting?" Wen Hong was also very surprised when she saw her. "We haven't seen her for eight years, right? Wow, you are more beautiful now than before. Big beauty, say, how do you maintain it?"

Among the three girls, Hu Junting does seem to be in the best shape now. She is very lucky. After graduating from technical secondary school, she joined Youjia directly and developed smoothly.

Wang Jinju also took a trip to the south and was detained by the unscrupulous boss. He had been working day and night for more than half a year without receiving a single salary. Now he has just given birth to a child, and his body shape has changed somewhat.

As for Wen Hong, the most ups and downs among the three of them. During those unbearable days in the south, it is inevitable that she will leave some marks in her heart, and these marks will definitely show up.

"Why, look at you, are they not the same beautiful frozen people?" Hu Junting said with a smile, for demeanor, they also don't care about temperature.

After a few years of not seeing each other, the three girls chatted together immediately. As for the unhappiness of the year, such as the small discord between Hu Junting and Wen Hong, now even the parties cannot remember.

In fact, Feng Wen should be the most uncomfortable person. At the beginning, he did it several times and tried to touch Wenhong's little hand.

However, he has a thick skin.

"Hello everyone," a girl wearing a blue plaid trench coat and holding a large box stood at the door of the dormitory, greeted them a little cramped.

"Oh, you must be Zhang Yan, please come in, Feng Wen, quickly take her box," Wang Jinju walked to the door with the child to welcome.

"Wow, this is you and your child. It's so beautiful." Zhang Yan took off his gloves and touched Wang Jinju's daughter's little hand. "It seems that many female colleagues brought their children to attend the training this time."

"Hehe, this may be Yiping's excuse to give you more parental leave," Wen Hong said with a smile, "Hello Zhang Yan, I am Wen Hong, listen to your accent, is it local?"

"I'm from the next county, and my accent is not much different,"

Zhang Yan thinks it's good. The people in the dormitory seem to be very good at dealing with them.

"Classes are officially started in the evening. How about we go to school together when we have time now?" Feng Wen suggested, "I haven't been to school again after graduation."

"Wow," everyone has always agreed, and after leaving school in 1995, they have never been there again.

"Zhang Yan, do you want to be together? Our school is also Feng's school," Wang Jinju said.

Yiping school? "You and Mr. Feng?" she asked, pointing at them.

"Classmates, classmates," Hu Junting pulled her, "let's go. Together, you seem to be younger than us?"

"The year you graduated from junior high school, I just entered junior high school."

"Wow, that's less than 20 years old this year? I just graduated, right? It's great to join the group as soon as I graduated!" Those three girls who are also 234 years old, looked at her a little more envy. .

Feng Wen is still driving a van, which can pull goods and load people, which is very suitable.

"Jin Ju, did you buy a house in the provincial capital?" Wen Hong asked.

"I heard what Yiping said, I bought it. The past two years have been really hard to die. With such a large family expense and monthly mortgage, Jun Ting is easier than us."

"Where is it easy? Are you two people getting your salary, okay," Hu Junting said, "but fortunately, I heard Yiping's words and got a mortgage from Dongpingxi. Otherwise, buy it now. At least a few hundred thousand more will be spent. , More difficult,"

"Then I have to hurry up on each set. Otherwise, in a few years, I won't be able to afford it," Wen Hong said.

"You have to hurry up. If you don't have enough money, let the family think of ways to borrow a loan from a credit union."

Zhang Yan was very happy to hear this. In the past few years, my dad has often boasted of his wise decision-making. Instead of thinking about rebuilding a house in the village first, I used the money to buy a set in the provincial capital.

The first set I bought. Now the total price has doubled, parents who have tasted the sweetness. I bought another set last year.

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The whole school is now surrounded by a wall that is as high as one person. From the outside, there are several more buildings inside, and even the gate has changed its direction. It is no longer facing the road, but to the side, and there is also a guard room. , Feng Wen is now negotiating there.

The old man in the guard room seems to be a confession, Feng Wen doesn’t even want to smoke, “I’m still in class, I can’t let you in,”

"Uncle, we are classmates of Yiping, just go in and have a look, otherwise, you call President Zhang and ask?" Wang Jinju said.

"Yiping's classmate, in the 95th class?" The old man immediately changed his expression. "Say that morning." He opened the big iron door and closed the small door. "Isping didn't come?"

"Thank you, uncle, he is busy and is still on a business trip. Don't worry, we will not make a loud noise," Feng Wen said.

I knew that Yiping's name was so easy to use, so why did it take so many words?

"It has changed a lot," Hu Junting said.

"Unrecognizable," Wen Hong said.

The school looks familiar now, that is, the plane trees on the side of the playground, the red brick building in the middle where the teachers used to work and live together, oh, and the small courtyard of the dean and others, and other buildings. No trace.

In front of the original kitchen, it is now a teaching building. The sound of lectures and recitations is now coming from inside. On the floor of their original classroom, a four-story building was built. Look at the signs on the doors, it seems Office building and library, as well as multimedia classrooms.

On the original site of the row of classrooms opposite, there was a five-story building. The clothes hanging on it should be student dormitories.

It turned out that the two dormitories on the **** were also dormitories, but they were not large on the side of the Dean’s Courtyard. It seemed that they were faculty and staff dormitories. The one behind the red brick building was still a student dormitory.

In the past, those bluestone steps were also gone, all turned into uniform concrete steps.

A few people walked quietly on the campus, trying to find the traces of the original. However, the joys and sorrows of the year seemed to disappear without a trace along with the brick houses that were demolished. They were either dumped at will or shattered into raw materials, perhaps, buried in the ground beneath their feet.

Hu Junting stood at the bottom of the red brick building where the only fruit was left, thinking about that rainy day, she seemed to be squatting in a puddle here and crying silently. It was him, Feng Yiping, who took herself up. In order not to let herself get caught in the rain, he Was drenched into a soup chicken.

From that day on, I couldn't let it go.

However, in this old place, you can't find the scaled claws of the past. Is it time to put it down?

"Looking back then," Wen Hong said quietly in her ear.

"Where is it?" Hu Junting denied, but his face flushed.

"Not all encounters are called encounters, and not every time you meet, you can be with Zi. The fate is like water. The past, let him pass."

Hu Junting looked at Wen Hong in surprise, "Did you take Chinese as an elective course, or are you deeply moved?"

"What are you talking about?" Wen Hong's face flushed.

Hu Junting has a good impression of Feng Yiping, perhaps because at that embarrassing moment, when everyone was watching a joke, he gave Hu Junting a hand, but he was equivalent to pulling Wen Hong when she was at the lowest point in life. Up.

It’s just that Hu Junting dared to express his affection for Feng Yiping, Wen Hong, but now she can’t even think about it, because she feels that she is not qualified. Besides, Huang Jingping was also caring for her when she was in the capital. Thinking about things you shouldn't think about?

"Look," Zhang Yan yelled suddenly, pointing to the blackboard on the red brick wall.

At the top of the blackboard newspaper, there is still a message, "Feng Yiping, an outstanding graduate of our school, led the establishment of Yijia Express Hotel, which was successfully listed on NASDAQ!"

"Why is there this on this?" She asked in surprise.

"What do you guys do?" someone behind him was asking.

They turned around, "Principal Zhang?"

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In the spacious and bright office, Principal Zhang poured tea to several students, "That is to say, all of you are good? Very good, very good,"

"Qiu Ling is also very good, an excellent teacher in a provincial key middle school,"

"Hehe, that's also a loss to help out,"

Zhang Yan is a little disappointed. Feng Yiping has never seen it in the place where Feng Yiping studied and lived. "Principal, how come there is news about Ping on the school blackboard newspaper?"

"You mean this, haha, wait," he took out a big binder from the cabinet behind, "Look, we have all the news reports about him, and some of his We also tried our best to record interviews and news clips."

Zhang Yan looked at it carefully. The earliest newspaper clipping was in 1995, and the latest one is that Feng Yiping returned from New York after the successful listing, and accepted interviews from various media at the airport. She was like a treasure immediately, "Can I make a copy?" "

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On the way back from school to the town, except for Zhang Yan, who felt a worthwhile trip holding a thick pile of copies, the other four were a little heavy.

"It seems that I shouldn't go to see it, so I can keep a little thought," Wang Jinju said.

"It's nothing, the past should always be past ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now these alumni can go to school in such good conditions, it is not very good," Hu Junting said.

"How do I feel, are you looking for a reason?" Wen Hong smiled.

"The past cannot be changed, but as long as the future is full of hopes, isn't it? Maybe, at the next corner, a new story will happen."

Just don't find a reason, what should be let go, you have to let go.

"Hey, Jun Ting, this is what you said," Feng Wen laughed while driving.

The van just drove a corner and arrived at the gate of the town government. A guy wearing a down jacket just got off the motorcycle, "Look, is that Tang Shaokang?"

"It seems to be him,"

"Yeah, doesn't he just work in the town?"

"Jun Ting, new story!" (To be continued.)

ps: ps: It's not divided into chapters at all, it's equivalent to adding more!