In the following days, I got up on time, brushed my teeth, went to school, and went home every day, and everything seemed normal. Soon, I became familiar with school life again. To be honest, I sat in class again and listened to the teacher's lectures, and played with my classmates during rest. At first, I was a little uncomfortable. After all, I was a grown-up and felt a little awkward. But I didn't have much time, so I fully devoted myself to this kind of life. The student days were the most unforgettable experiences in everyone's life, leaving many beautiful memories.

Especially in 1988, the students were very simple and their families were similar. There was no future trend of competing with each other, nor the secular worldly ways. When everyone talked about future plans, they only had a beautiful vision and fantasy for the future. They didn't even notice what the cruelty of society and the great changes in the next ten years would bring to themselves who were about to enter society. Sometimes, when listening to the discussions of classmates, they couldn't help but feel funny: It's so naive! But no matter what, returning to their school days is a good feeling.

This afternoon's physical education class was a free activity. The male students either played football on the playground or went to the table tennis room to play table tennis. The female students were all gathered together, some chatting about new songs of Hong Kong and Taiwan singers, some exchanged star photos, and some sat together in groups of three or three whispering to chat about their own little secrets.

But I was sitting along the rostrum of the playground, looking at the crowd on the playground with a smile. As my eyes moved, I slowly turned to a lonely girl. I saw her sitting alone in the stands of the stadium, holding her knees and staring at the boys playing football. When I saw several boys snatching the ball and falling and rushing together, she covered her mouth and laughed softly from time to time. I looked at her from a distance for a while, stood up, and slowly walked towards her.

"Zhang Leyao, what are you looking at? So happy?" I walked up to her and asked her in a very casual tone, and sat beside her openly. Her name is Zhang Leyao, who is from junior high school to high school. She is quite beautiful, but she has a nickname "Little Mute". How could she have this nickname? Because her mother is a mute, and she has no father since she was a child. When she was a child, she learned to speak first and then speak. She was usually taciturn, so everyone around her called her little mute. As she screamed, she became her nickname.

She is also the only person among my classmates from a bad family. Because she has no father, and her mother has been working in a street factory, and the benefits have not been very good in recent years, so life is relatively difficult. But Zhang Leyao is very sensible. In order to subsidize her family's household income, she sometimes goes to the street factory to sell some products on street stalls, but the street factories produce some women's underwear, etc., especially some bras, and it takes a lot of courage to be a hawker. Especially in the late 1980s when it was not fully opened, street stalls were discriminated against, let alone what she sold is like.

Some products, how courage does it take! But she just persevered. From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, she was seen rushing to the market with a big bag every day after school, in order to sell more things before the abortion of get off work and not even rest on Sundays. Unless the weather is a problem, she can always be seen in a corner of the market. A large and small bra was placed on a wide plastic cloth. She stood by and attracted women coming and going with her tender voice: "Sell bras! Sell bras! One is 40 cents, the fabric is good, and the workmanship is fine. Come and take a look!"

Because of this, although she is very beautiful, no classmate in school pays attention to her. In the eyes of her classmates, a girl works as a vendor and sells such things that make people feel embarrassed. Then there must be a problem with her being a human being. In Shanghai dialect, it is shameless to slap three (meaning broken shoes or female hooligans). Otherwise, how could a girl sell such things in public and shout loudly? So no classmate talked to her at that time. Even some of our neighbors who lived close to her just nodded when they saw her, or sometimes they would play tricks at her stall and learn from her tone. Even I was one of them at the time, but every time she did not scold us, she just begged us to leave and asked us not to hinder her from setting up a stall and make money.

It was not until later that she grew up slowly and was exposed to the cruelty of life that she understood what she originally thought. Only in this way could she survive. In front of life and family, personal dignity is nothing. If people live, this is the most important thing!

Later, when she was laid off and working outside for business, her thin figure stood in the market and was always hawking at passers-by. Because of her role model, I worked hard to survive. When I was lonely and distressed, I really wanted to talk to her and ask her if she was in the same mood as me back then. Unfortunately, due to the demolition, I have never seen her since I was 20, and I don’t know how she was going on later.

So, when I returned to high school, among my classmates, the first thing I thought of was her. Because of her persistence and hard work, I felt sorry for the ridicule and sarcasm of her back then, and I wanted to find an opportunity to compensate her. In addition, don’t I have the idea of ​​getting rich? She can also become a helper for me, because I trust and appreciate her conscientious work and pursuing life, and at the same time I also want to change her family environment. So, with this idea, I paid attention to her for a few days, and as expected, she was still as I expected.

There is no friend, and I go to the market every day after school. In order not to affect her business, I didn’t go to find her for the time being. Today is a chance, so I took advantage of this time that I walked up to her and took the initiative to say hello to her. (The description of Zhang Leyao is 100% true, including the things she sells and the experiences she encounters are all real, but the name was changed because of the writing. I hope to apologize to the "little mute" I played tricks on back then. If you can see this book, I would like to say sincerely here: "I'm sorry!")

"Li... Qingbo" She didn't expect that a classmate would greet her on his own initiative, and sat beside her. Looking at me, I looked at me with a little surprise and vigilance and doubt. I gave me a kind smile, held my head with my hands, leaned on the steps behind and asked jokingly: "What's wrong? Don't know me? We grew up on the same street since we were young!"

"No... no, that's not what it means, may I ask, is there anything to ask me?" She asked stutter, showing a hint of vigilance. We have always called her little mute. Today I called her for the first time, and I'm so polite. She thinks I have any bad ideas to put on her. You know, I'm a famous skin king from elementary school to high school! Although I don't have many bad things to come up with, I've asked others to do some bad ideas after I come up with it. Basically all my classmates know it, so my abnormal expression made her feel uneasy and a little scared.

"Oh! It's not easy for a person to change his views in the eyes of others!" I sighed silently in my heart and said to her sincerely: "Zhang Leyao, don't worry, I have no bad idea, but I just thought that we will graduate in another year, and we grew up in the same place, from junior high school to now, and we are classmates. Although we are not very familiar with each other, we are not unfamiliar with each other, I just want to chat with you and talk about your plans after graduation. If you are still worried about the last time I took Zhang Jian and the others to make trouble at your stall, I will apologize to you solemnly and promise that this will never happen again."

Zhang Leyao's eyes hesitated and asked hesitantly: "Are you saying true? I can't believe it."

I nodded vigorously, stood up and stretched out my hand to her and said, "Really, all I said is true. You have been working hard to reduce the burden on your family. For your family, you have taken on the burden of life since childhood. Regardless of other people's opinions and discussions, you set up stalls to make money to support your family day after day. Life is cruel. I have never understood these before, but recently I have gradually understood. I regret what I did to you before. I just want to get your forgiveness and become friends with you. After all, we are neighbors and classmates who grew up. Can we forgive me, okay?"

Zhang Leyao stood up and looked at me with her big beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to see through my feelings and thoughts, but what she saw was a pair of sincere eyes and sincere smiles. Her eyes gradually became wet, and she seemed to be unable to believe that I had said these words just now, with a somewhat hesitant expression, and her slightly trembling hand slowly reached towards me. I took the initiative to hold her hand, snatched it gently, and said with a smile: "You forgive me? Then we are friends now, are we?"

I held Zhang Leyao's hand for a moment, and her whole body shook for a moment, and a drop of tears fell. She quickly pulled her hand back, lowered her head and asked with a hint of crying, "Are you a friend? Are you really a friend?"

"Yes, my friend, we are already friends. We used to be neighbors, classmates, and now we are still friends. Don't you want to be friends with me?" I asked.

She shook her head, nodded vigorously, and said, "Of course I do, you are the first friend of the people I know. Thank you, Li Qingbo."
Chapter completed!