After locking the iron gate outside the courtyard, Zhang Wei went out at around seven o'clock as usual.

This guy is wearing a blue and white rustic school uniform and a pair of not-so-imitative brand sneakers under his feet. He also has a thick English textbook in his arms.

There is no way! Yesterday was the National Day holiday. The whole grade of the third year of Baoqing No. 17 Middle School had only one day off.

Today, when students of other ages are still lying in bed and sleeping in; Zhang Wei, who have passed the college entrance examination in more than half a year, have to go to school early.

Without driving the Wuling Light, who had no idea how many times he was going to school, Zhang Wei walked in the not-so-spacious alley.

At this time, most of the families around the alley got up early; Zhang Wei could see that most of the residents were elderly old men and women.

They were slowly moving their hands and feet in the yard and on the small roads in the alleys.

After seeing Zhang Wei alone, he immediately opened his mouth and greeted him warmly.

One of the old men who had already put on cotton coats in October held up a bag of breakfast in his hand and asked Zhang Wei:

"Goudan, I went to school so early! Have you had breakfast? I have just bought buns and soy milk, so I'll have some stuffing."

Such a fresh and refined nickname was called, and Zhang Wei instantly felt the deep malice of this world towards him.

But facing these scandals of watching him grow up wearing open-crotch pants, I was used to seeing the ugly things he had with peeing and playing with mud when he was a child.

It is even said that Zhang Wei couldn't do anything to see the old neighbors who grew up wearing open-crotch pants for the time he had met.

"Believe it or not, I will eat all your breakfast in two minutes." Zhang Wei complained in his heart.

But on the surface, this guy answered politely: "Thank you, Grandpa Wang, I only went out after breakfast."

After that, Zhang Wei continued to move forward.

Before she could walk a few steps away, another old lady walked out of the room door with a washbasin, and saw Zhang Wei passing by her door.

Immediately, the old lady shouted with a warm face: "Oh! Isn't this a goblin?"

Suddenly, Zhang Weiman could feel that there must be a black line on his forehead; but soon he knew that the real embarrassment was just beginning.

I saw the old lady continue to shout loudly:

"In the blink of an eye, Goudan, who was running around with his bare butt, has grown into a big guy; by the way! When will you marry your little wife Rongrong, remember to notify us grandparents."

With such quizzical inquiries, Zhang Wei had no better way than to treat him like a quail as if he had not heard it and speeded up his steps.

Looking at Zhang Wei who was walking away like an escape, the old men and women burst into laughter.

Let this old and dilapidated alley be filled with a vibrant smell...

The small courtyard where Zhang Wei lives and the surrounding residential areas are all within the jurisdiction of Hukou Community, which is considered a marginal area in the south of Baoqing City.

Or, if you use the word "urban-rural fringe" to describe it, it seems to be more appropriate.

Because of the pursuit of a higher quality of life, most young people have moved out of here and moved to the bustling city.

Most of the people who stay here are old men and wives who are too old to leave their ancestral houses; even those who work in the city are too lazy to rent in such places with inconvenient transportation.

But for Zhang Wei, this is the place that makes him feel the most intimate in the entire city.

Whether it is the alley, the bumpy road surfaces that have been disrepaired or the old houses that are older than him for decades, he dares to feel inexplicably intimate.

After all, he lived here and grew up here.

Even for those old men and ladies who call him Goudan, like to joke with him and make him very embarrassed, Zhang Wei never really hates them.

These people helped the old man's funeral.

*******

After walking out of the alley and holding an English textbook, Zhang Wei walked out not far, and a familiar sound of bicycle bells came from behind him.

What made Zhang Wei more familiar with than the sound of the bell was the crisp girl's voice: "Brother Goudan~"

Without looking back, Zhang Wei could outline a clear image in his head: he was a girl of the same age as him.

He is 1.65 meters tall, half a head shorter than himself.

The girl's straight hair was soft and straight, and she simply tied a ponytail behind her head; she had a pure and delicate little face, and there was no other cosmetics on her face except for the beauty and beauty.

According to the temperature of this solar term, the girl must be wearing a clean-washed jeans and a shirt, and there will be a school uniform that is also from Baoqing No. 17 Middle School.

The reason why Zhang Wei is so sure is that this girl is named Liu Rong.

Not only did he grow up with him, he could be said to be a childhood sweetheart girl next door, but also the old lady just now, his little wife, Rongrong, Rong, who was the old lady.

From childhood to adulthood, Liu Rong has always been Zhang Wei's firm little follower, and has promised many times before she was ten years old: when she grows up, she will definitely marry Zhang Wei as her little wife.

The main reason: Probably, Zhang Wei has never bullied the girl from this single-parent family like other kids.

On the contrary, I have always been for this little girl with a runny nose and fought with the wild boys in other alleys for countless times.

However, as the two grew up, Liu Rong's enthusiasm for Zhang Wei has not changed.

However, Zhang Wei gradually alienated the other party because he was pretentious, probably because the other party always had the first grade in the grade, and he had been struggling hard among the bottom ten in the class.

More importantly, the other party has a high chance of getting into a legendary prestigious university like Peking University and Tsinghua University.

As a poor student, Zhang Wei has already promised that the deceased old man must be admitted to university and graduate successfully.

However, in the mock exam last month, Zhang Wei, who scored as high as 200 points, had long focused his only hope on the local Baoqing Academy.

It’s not that Baoqing College is not good, but it is also the only highest institution in the region.

The problem is that the predecessor of Baoqing College is the Baoqing TV University, which is well-known to locals. This alone can illustrate a considerable problem.

Everyone's life trajectory is different when they grow up. Some people go back to study abroad and eventually become high-paying gold medals.

Some people will do odd jobs in small local companies after finishing a so-called university, or even move bricks and build steel bars on construction sites.

The above are no longer things that Zhang Wei, who doesn’t understand nothing, understands very well in his heart.

How could the proud phoenix live together with a local dog called a Chinese pastoral dog and finally live happily? This is simply unscientific...

With a 'crunch' sound of brakes, a slim figure passed by Zhang Wei and stopped in front of him.

The distance between the two was less than one meter, which allowed Zhang Wei to clearly smell the girlish body fragrance and washing powder scent, which mixed together.

"Brother Goudan~ Is it okay for us to go to school together? Just like before, you ride a bike with me?" Liu Rong asked with anticipation.

As if you didn't see the expectation on the face of a beautiful girl, Zhang Wei forced a stern face and replied coldly:

"No, your weight of about 300 pounds is too heavy, so it will not cause me to sweat a lot. I will take the bus to school by myself, wouldn't it be much more comfortable?"

The girl's figure is actually very slim, maybe less than 90 pounds.

However, Zhang Wei's answer clearly expressed his rejection, just as he had rejected his request countless times before.

With a very pitiful expression, Liu Rong rode her bicycle away.

A few seconds later, Zhang Wei's voice behind her sounded:

"The brakes of your bicycle seem to be a little bit bad. One day, I'll go to my house after school and I'll adjust it for you; and, don't call me Goudan again..."

After hearing this, Liu Rong's face was beyond her reach, an extremely bright smile appeared on her face.

Then, the girl's silver bell-like laughter sounded, and suddenly the light around seemed to soften; Liu Rong's answer came from afar:
Chapter completed!