Chapter 98 New and Old

It’s less than six o’clock in the afternoon.

After fishing, the family of four drove to the downstairs of the company where Aunt Song worked, and picked up Aunt Song who had just gotten off work.

As soon as they met, Aunt Song noticed her daughter's feet wrapped in gauze. Song Ci rarely wore slippers when going out, and they were men's slippers. It was so obvious that it was obvious at a glance.

At that moment, Aunt Song, who had squinted her eyes and had a kind smile, opened her eyes slightly.

A faint murderous aura shrouded the area.

For the first time, Anting became aware of the other side of Aunt Song. This woman was not as weak as she looked on the outside, but was actually very strong. She had only learned to restrain herself after being severely beaten by society.

On one thing, Aunt Song and Father An have the same idea - their children are inverse.

Precisely for this reason, Anting had veto power on remarriage in his previous life.

Now that her precious daughter is injured, Aunt Song rarely shows signs of anger.

"What...is going on?"

After asking, they immediately knew the cause of the matter. The three of them went to the reservoir to play in the water and stepped on shards of glass.

An Ting and An’s father were afraid that Aunt Song would be angry, so they quickly apologized, saying that they did not think highly of Song Ci.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Song, it's my responsibility." Anting was still barefoot.

Aunt Song had already noticed that Anting was not wearing shoes. She must have felt sorry for her daughter, but no one wanted to do this. She suppressed her anger and sighed: "It's unexpected. No one wants to..."

An's father said: "I focused on fishing and did not take good care of my two children. I am here to make a profound self-examination!"

Song Ci is also very discerning. He talked about interesting things about his fishing and used the smile on his face to brush off the injury - although I was injured, I had a great time.

With the three people pulling each other, Aunt Song smiled helplessly and said: "I'm sorry you are a family. I'm so happy to hear you talk. I shouldn't go to work today. I should take leave to play in the reservoir. ."

The other three laughed in unison.

Even the nanny barked, and the car was full of joy.

In any case, this matter has turned over.

On the one hand, everyone was tired and didn’t want to go home to cook. On the other hand, we caught fish today, so we simply went to Uncle Wen’s food stall at the entrance of Bauhinia Street to hand over the fish. I processed it for him, ordered a few stir-fried dishes, and started eating directly.

Processing services are available in many restaurants, so there is no need to go into details.

The fish I caught made a fish head and tofu soup, and I also made a piece of grilled fish, as well as ordered three stir-fries and a bottle of drink, which constituted a dinner that was enough for four people and one dog. It was quite good. It's hearty.

When the food was served, Uncle Wen looked at the happy family, patted An’s father on the shoulder, and said jokingly: “Hey, how happy~”

An’s father and Uncle Wen We are old friends, we have a lot of things in common, but maybe in front of my family, I can't let go, so I just smile innocently.

That’s it now.

Relatives, friends, and neighbors basically all recognized the remarriage of Father An and Aunt Song.

After all, the wedding was held, so it was officially announced.

Therefore, some sense of ritual is very necessary.

In any case, with the laughter of a family of five, the summer vacation from junior high school to high school came to a perfect end.

　…

　The afternoon of the last day of August.

Still feels like summer.

The five of them, Anting, Song Ci, Gao Fei, Bao Weiwei and Zhu Jiajun, made an appointment to take the No. 29 bus to school together to get familiar with the route to school.

Actually... everyone is accommodating the fat man. He is the only one who does not have a car at home.

On the day of registration for new students, everyone had luggage, so it was really inconvenient to accompany him. Gao Fei said he wanted to take him, but he refused again. There was no other way; now that school officially started, there was not so much luggage, so naturally he had to Accompany him.

Zhu Jiajun knew in his heart that everyone was accompanying him, so he invited everyone to drink a can of soda.

The ending of Zhu Jiajun in his previous life was actually... After graduating from college, he worked as a silent game anchor for several years, and then became popular as a food broadcaster. Due to physical reasons, he quit the Internet when he was less than 30 years old. It’s quitting the Internet, not dying. I’ve made enough money, I have a car, a house, and savings, but I’m just suffering from some chronic diseases.

Whether it is good or bad, you can judge by yourself.

For Zhu Jiajun, the only pity is social recognition. He did not gain confidence in the end. Although he became famous, he still had the connotation of a clown.

At three-thirty in the afternoon, the five of them made an appointment at the bus stop at the intersection of the town, which was actually diagonally opposite the commercial plaza.

An Ting and Song Ci are carrying the same schoolbags, the former is military green and the latter is dark blue, both bought by Aunt Song.

Wearing a black peaked cap, Anting asked casually: "Song Ci, I discovered one thing. You clearly like pink the most, but you always use blue."

Song Ci, who was holding an umbrella, thought for a while and said: "I like pink very much, but I don't think it suits me. It's usually blue..."

"It's like a protective color. Same?"

"No, I don't need protective clothing." Song Ci said stubbornly.

"Hmm..."

Bao Weiwei carried a very Japanese-style leather backpack, filled with snacks and reserves for the next week; Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun were carrying A crossbody bag filled with comic books.

A group of five people stood at the bus stop waiting.

In 2006, not every household had a private car, and online car-hailing was not available. Taxis were hard to find in small towns like this, and buses were the most popular mode of travel.

The bus era is at its peak.

For example, at this moment, since it is the first day of school, there are many students waiting for the bus nearby, mainly high school students and technical secondary school students.

Others looked at the group of five with some envy. They were in high school and still acted in groups like elementary and junior high schools.

It won’t take a while.

A No. 29 bus came, and a large number of students swarmed on it.

During peak school hours, there is definitely no place to sit, and everyone can only stand.

In the carriage, there is the smell of sweat that even the air conditioner cannot suppress, as well as the youthful atmosphere of teenagers.

These days...mobile terminals are not that developed, and most of them are keyboard machines. Students either listen to music, play Snake, or read vocabulary books.

But Anting and others did not play with their mobile phones, they just chatted and talked about interesting things during the summer vacation.

Time seemed to fly faster amid the laughter and laughter.

About 45 minutes later, a group of five people got off the bus at the city square. They had to study by themselves tonight, so they stopped playing and went back to school.

The first time he got off the bus, Bao Weiwei asked: "Students, which route should we take?"

We still need to walk from the city square to the No. 1 Middle School. Twenty to thirty minutes, there are two routes, the new road and the old road, the time is the same.

Old road, walk from the old market, through the streets and alleys, all the way to the gymnasium near Changpo outside the school.

New Road, walk from the C City Bridge, along the main road, all the way to the gymnasium on the long slope outside the school.

No matter which path you take, you will eventually meet at the gymnasium.

Although Bao Weiwei was asking everyone, including Song Ci, everyoneEveryone is looking at Anting.

This boy has the final say.

Anting said without hesitation: "New path!"

After being reborn, he must take a new path.

A new life, a new road.

"Okay! Let's go!"

The walking formation of a group of five people is very particular.

An Ting walked at the end, he was the one who had the bottom line and was also the co-ordinator; Song Ci was originally shoulder to shoulder with Anting, but he always accidentally walked a few steps faster.

Gao Fei is in the first place, Bao Weiwei is the center, and Zhu Jiajun has a feeling of being outside the circle.

"You seem to be in a good mood."

Song Ci's voice came from beside me, and the late summer breeze was mixed with the fragrance of the redbud flowers in my hometown town, Anting. He turned his face, grinned, and said: "Well... the original promise of going to high school together has been fulfilled. It will be great if we can continue like this from now on."

The five of us will go on together, throughout our youth. , and even the long road of life.

What Anting didn’t expect was that Song Ci sighed with a hint of negation: “But... you can’t be too conservative. You must try to embrace change and learn to look forward.”

　“Huh?”

　“It’s nothing, I just occasionally feel that Anting is a little out of place with the surroundings.”

　An Ting is speechless.

Since his rebirth, Anting has indeed not accepted any changes. Except for the business line, he basically sticks to the things of his previous life. No, the so-called business lines are all the things of his previous life.

Entrepreneurship seems to be innovating, but it is actually old stuff.

An Ting is a conservative person. Maybe he has lived in his previous life, and he has always been 29 years old, the existence that stands close to him.

Just when Anting was thinking of this, he had already arrived at the intersection of the stadium - the intersection of the new road and the old road.

At this moment, an unexpected figure appeared, emerging from the old road on the side of the stadium...

Wearing a red cat cap and a black T-shirt , and Qiao Liang in red basketball pants, a pair of basketball shoes and a skateboard, quietly emerging from the mottled time; and they seem to be representatives of this parallel time and space, inevitably meeting the protagonist group at the intersection of time and space.

All the students from the nearby No. 1 middle school recognized Qiao Liang.

"Oh... that girl who flew out of the sky!"

"That's her, the one at the military training performance... I laughed to death at the time. ”

“It’s a bit special, it’s the first time I’ve seen this type of person...”

Qiao Liang is a person who goes his own way and doesn’t care much about other people’s opinions. He just happens to leave. When I arrived at the intersection, I caught Anting at a glance, made a playful face, and left coolly on my skateboard...

Looking at Qiao Liang’s back, the five protagonists formed a slanted figure. Standing position.

Gao Fei, who ranked first: "Handsome! "

Bao Weiwei, ranked second, "want to take pictures of her..."

Zhu Jiajun, ranked third, "want to play video games with her." "

Song Ci, who ranked fourth: "..."

But Anting, who ranked last, muttered: "If I remember correctly, there is an uphill slope after the gymnasium... "

"Huh? ? ? ”

The next second, the other four people looked at Anting with unclear eyes.

As expected.

In less than three minutes, in On the way uphill, Anting and others met Qiao Liang again, who was holding a skateboard and walking uphill awkwardly.

When passing by, Anting joked: "Xiao Wai, you think you are Conan , I have a solar skateboard given by Dr. Ali, and I want to go uphill while skateboarding. "

Qiao Liang: "."

The No. 1 Middle School is located in the suburbs of Nancheng District. It is a hilly area. So far, there are two slopes, namely The long slope inside the school and the long slope outside the school.

The two slopes have something in common - they are planted with sweet-scented osmanthus trees.

Qiao Liang was a little unhappy, holding the skateboard, speeding up the pace, and crossed Anting and others trotted to the highest point, then suddenly looked back and looked at Anting with triumphant eyes.

Then...without saying a word, they stepped on the skateboard and started flowing down, like autumn. Like fallen leaves, disappearing among the sweet-scented osmanthus trees.

Hmm...dangerous actions, do not imitate.