Chapter 30: The price of youth (4)

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I walked while telling Chen Jin ’s story. He never needed to listen to classes, what he likes to guess riddles, what he can actually skip early, what he actually hates our math teacher, what Chen Jin ’s mother Chen Jin ’s father, who wanted him to skip the ranks, disagreed. Of course, he also told half-truth and half-truth about the exclusive secrets that happened when he and I sat at the same table.
My exclusive information has made the reporter and the teacher very enjoyable. It is estimated that when the reporter returns to the TV station and chats with his colleagues, he can definitely act as an authoritative, gossip deputy director's son.
After the gossip went to the high school building and began preparing for the interview, several teachers temporarily forgot that they needed to rush me back to the classroom to study hard, so I watched silently.
The television intern who was in charge of miscellaneous jobs asked me: "Are you very interested in the interview?"
I showed an extremely sunny smile: "Reporters are hailed as the" Uncrowned King ". I adore the Italian female reporter Farage very much. My ideal is to be a female reporter, preferably a female reporter in the field."
Several teachers laughed. I guess I felt that I was too naive, but on the surface, I would never extinguish my ideals. Therefore, no one urged me to go back. The intern beside me also warmly introduced me to the reporter. Matters needing attention.
Because I did n’t take a shot of the classroom corridor just now, I will make it up later. The background of the shot is the students who are studying hard in the classroom. In front of the shot is the representative of the graduation class talking about the feeling.
Xiaobo was sitting in the classroom reading, even without looking up, he didn't care about what was going on in the corridor, this guy was too hard!
Finally, he seemed to perceive something, raised his head strangely, and saw me standing behind the cameraman, staring at him and making faces at him. There was a surprise in his eyes, and he looked at me for a few seconds, smiled slightly, lowered his head, and continued reading.
I see that everyone is staring at the camera, and no one pays attention to me, so I continue to look at him. He seemed to know that I was still looking at him, changing his posture, holding his forehead with his hand, and hinted my convergence point with his movements. I laughed and decided not to look at him again.
A gun was attached to my small stomach, but I didn't feel nervous at first. At first, there was some discomfort caused by the cold. At this moment, the temperature of iron and steel is the same as my body temperature. I feel uncomfortable. No, I seem to be naturally qualified to be a bad guy.
After interviewing the student, the reporters were going to interview another person, and they needed another scene. The intern asked me if I wanted to go together, and I shook my head: "I'm so happy today, I have to go back to study now."
The intern was very good and smiled at me: "Study well and I wish you an excellent reporter as soon as possible."
I smiled and said goodbye to him.
When they walked up the stairs, I immediately jumped to the window and whispered to Wavelet: "Give me the car key."
Without asking me any reason, Xiaobo threw the bicycle key to me: "Parked in front of the building, leaning against the woods, not in the carport."
"After school, help me get my schoolbag."
I grimaced at him, and immediately ran down the stairs from the other side, rode a wavelet's broken bicycle, and rushed out of the school. When I was out of school, I dared to transfer the gun from my stomach to my coat pocket.
I stepped on my bicycle desperately, and even ran for more than an hour in one breath, and ran to a deserted land without people. Hiding in a remote corner, I took the gun from my coat pocket and admired it carefully. It was heavy and completely different from the toy.
I played for a while, took out my woolen gloves, and carefully wiped the fingerprints on the gun. Although I doubt whether our city's detection technology has any fingerprint recognition, TV dramas and detective novels cannot be read in vain. After wiping it clean, it dug a hole and buried it deeply.
After disguising the surroundings exactly like other places, while walking backwards, while holding wool gloves to sweep away your footprints a little bit, and deliberately went elsewhere, stepped on a few footprints, maybe completely redundant, but be careful It is never wrong to be cautious.
Jumping on a bicycle and riding back, there is a tendency to wind up. When the wind is blowing, the dust will cover up all the traces exposed on the ground.
It's already dark before I get home. I went to return the wavelet bike, and my schoolbag and bike were all with him. Although I didn't give him my car key, but he shouldn't be afraid to open a bicycle lock.
He looked at me and said, "The police turned the junior high school upside down today. I heard that even the toilets were not released. Zhang Jun and Hao Si were taken away. They are said to be in isolation for interrogation."
I did n’t say anything. Xiaobo saw that I did n’t speak. He knew that I would n’t say it. He said lightly:
This year is a severe year, no matter what you do, please consider the consequences clearly and clearly.
He handed me the schoolbag. Home, your mother must be in a hurry. "
I smiled apologetically at him and jumped on my bicycle and ran home.
I do n’t know how other people reacted to bad things. Anyway, I did n’t have any bad reactions. I ate normally, watched TV normally, and even watched Agatha for a while. Christie's case-solving story, then went to bed.
Lying in bed, Zhang Jun fell asleep slowly after thinking for a while.
In the middle of the night, he suddenly awakened, cold sweat, dream, Zhang Jun was imprisoned in prison, countless iron railings, exuding the cold cold light.
I pulled the quilt tightly, opened my eyes in a daze, and dared not close my eyes, because when I closed my eyes, it was the picture in my dream.
I wake up in the morning and go to school as usual. Everyone's looks are weird. It is estimated that yesterday's scene shocked everyone.
Although the scene of the police performing official duties is often seen on TV, when they really appear around them, everyone is not very able to adapt.
Guan He asked me: "Where did you go yesterday?"
"The big aunt came, the pants were stained, thinking of no class anyway, he hurried home."
Guan He said sympathetically: "It's troublesome to be a girl."
I nodded.
Guan He whispered: "Have you heard? Zhang Jun was arrested by the Public Security Bureau."
"Ah? No wonder everyone looks so strange, why?"
"I don't know. The teacher searched our schoolbags and desks, and called out a lot of people who knew Zhang Jun and Hao Si, and asked questions individually." Guan He was dumbfounded, a little fascinated. He whispered again, "Tong Yunzhu lives near my house, and sometimes we will go home together. After school yesterday, I saw Tong Yunzhu crying, I heard before ..." She stopped talking and I looked at her quietly She finally decided to trust me, "I heard that Hao Si took drugs. Tong Yunzhu destroyed his drugs a few times, and he also promised her to quit, but after a while he always started to take drugs again."
Tong Yunzhu is one of the beauties of our grade, plus Mongolian people, who can sing and dance, and her class is responsible for the annual cultural performances, so she is well-known in the grade, but this Hao Si, I have only heard of He is Tong Yunzhu ’s boyfriend, who has stayed in the class, but people seem to be quite honest, has not been very troublesome, so I do n’t know exactly what he looks like. This is really an old saying-dogs who can bite do not bark, and the most famous bad boys in school who smoke, fight and drink are not the worst.
"Are Zhang Jun and Hao Gui familiar?"
"Unfamiliar, Zhang Jun and Tong Yunzhu have a good relationship, and have no relationship with Hao Si."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Later, teacher Wu asked me again. After the interview yesterday, why did n’t I come back for self-study? I told her the same reason, encountered such a special event, plus I have always been unorganized and undisciplined, I do n’t ask for leave Disappeared, Teacher Wu thought it was completely normal.
If I go to school and go to school casually, paying attention to all the gossip news, I am eager to hear any news about Zhang Jun, but the rumors of the students are becoming more and more evil. It will be said that Zhang Jun is taking drugs, and then he is said to be a drug dealer. Although I do n’t know what Zhang Jun did with Xiaoliu, but I believe my instinct and teacher Gao ’s judgment, he is not a drifting person, what drugs are, he should be very clear, I do n’t believe it He will be contaminated.
Day after day, Zhang Jun was still locked up in the Public Security Bureau. I began to be anxious and dared not show my face. It must be the same as usual. At this time, I learned that when I stood at the table tennis table, I was forced to myself under the eyes of everyone. Laughing casually is nothing.
Every night in the "News Network" there will be news about the crackdowns across the country. In the past, when I saw these, I felt very far away from myself, but now, there is a feeling that my heart is lifted up by the bayonet.
Two weeks later, ushered in the mid-term exam, Zhang Jun still did not return. After returning to the mid-term exam and waiting for the results of the mid-term exam to be announced, he returned.
Seeing him for a moment in the corridor, I finally felt that the heart hanging on the bayonet returned to its original place. In my heart, the joy and sorrow converged, and the wind was surging, but there was no expression on his face, as usual, walking straight past him and into the classroom. Zhang Jun should have received a lot of "education" in the Public Security Bureau. His expression was obviously haggard, and the beard on his face came out. He seemed completely in no mood to pay attention to his appearance.
Although Zhang Jun came back, he ignored me, and I ignored him.
My mid-term exam scores have advanced twenty or so and ran to the middle of the class. My parents have always been very low on me, and I am very happy to see me progress, but Teacher Wu is still depressed. This is the first class she took in a middle school. When she took over this class, I was taken by her It is assumed to be a student who can win her glory and help her gain a foothold in the middle school, but now, I let her down.
Wavelet's mid-term test scores are not correct. It should be said that the mock exams are quite good, with the 49th grade.
More than a week later, one day, I was riding my bike home, and I was alone next to me. I glanced at Zhang Jun and ignored it. When he got to the corner, he used his car to stop me. Without letting me turn, I could only follow him and continue riding.
He led me to the river, stopped the bicycle, and asked, "What about things?"
"Throw it." After I finished, I stepped on the bicycle to go, and he grabbed me: "I didn't joke with you, and gave me back."
"I said I threw it. If you have the ability, go to the garbage disposal plant."
"That thing has a master. If he can't take it back, he will be very angry."
I sneered: "I'm so scared! Go tell him and let him come to me!"
He stared at me, I lifted my chin and stared at him. Who is afraid of Who?
He was silent for a while, and asked, "How do you want to remember where you left it?"
I stared at him and did not speak.
His tone softened: "If I don't take things back, I'm in trouble."
I said coldly: "I think it is troublesome for you to take it back. Article 125 of the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China expressly stipulates: illegal storage of firearms, ammunition, and explosives shall be punished by imprisonment of not less than three years and not more than ten years; If the circumstances are serious, he shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years, life imprisonment or death penalty! "
He looked at me silently for a while, but did not speak, but laughed. This is the first time I have seen him laugh since the accident.
I have a sense of frustration with the cow playing the piano. I opened his hand hard and stepped on the bicycle to go. He was busy pulling the back seat of my bicycle and dragging me back.
He thought about it and said, "I was imprisoned in the Public Security Bureau for more than two weeks. What I should not think about, I thought about it in the past and the future. The taste in it was really not good. Fear of staying in it from now on. "
"You mean you regret what you did before?"
He said nothing. I stared at him for a while and said, "Get in the car."
He immediately went to get his bike. I took him to the place where I buried the gun and dug it up.
He wanted to take it. My hand shrank and held the gun and asked, "Is there a bullet in it?"
He nodded.
"Will you use it?"
He nodded again.
"How to use? What is the safety plug on TV, where is the safety plug?"
He smiled and said, "This is a double-acting trigger. There is no so-called safety catch on the TV. If you use a little more force, double-tap and the bullet will come out.
I learned the posture of holding the gun on TV and pointed the gun at him. He smiled and said, "This is not fun."
I asked, "What do you like most?"
He looked at me in surprise. I pressed the trigger with my index finger and said seriously: "Answer me!"
"Braised fish."
"Do you like mom and dad?"
"dislike."
"Which brother-in-law is your favorite?"
"Second brother-in-law."
My speech is getting faster and faster, and he is being taken faster and faster by me.
"Which sister do you like best?"
"Four sisters."
"Who is the most grateful person?"
"Teacher Gao."
"Who is the most hated person?"
"grandmother."
"Which girlfriend do you like best?"
"Both ..." Pause, "Now."
I pretended not to pay attention, and continued to ask: "Which classmate do you like best?"
"it's the same."
"Who is your favorite girl?"
He laughed, and I shook the gun angrily: "Don't laugh! Didn't you see me holding the gun?"
"Don't you just ask? Your girlfriend now!"
I hurled up a few more questions, and after asking all of them, handed him back the pistol: "Erase my fingerprints, you have to go to prison, don't confess to me, otherwise I have to revenge you as a ghost "" Stand up, turn around and leave. He calls behind him: "Luo Qiqi."
I turned around, and he walked up to me, holding the gun one by one, pulling the sleeve down, and heard a soft sound. He used a gun against my temple and said, "I just forgot to teach you an action. Now the bullet only enters the barrel of the gun and it can be fired with just two clicks."
I sniffed in my nose and said disdainfully, "You dare to shoot to have ghosts!"
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard him pull the trigger. My body shook uncontrollably. His eyes were very cold, and the barrel against my temple was even colder. For the first time, I understood that those people called His "Little Jun" is absolutely justified.
Many times, when something happens too quickly, many people will have courage for a while, but sometimes when a thing can be filtered from the head very slowly, it feels completely different, courage is not condensed with time But dissipated over time.
I feel this way now. The coldness of the barrel penetrates a little bit from my temple. From the sneer at first, I gradually believe that he is really possible to shoot, and even analyze it in my heart as quickly as a geometric problem. Even if I were killed, no one would know. First of all, I have never met him. We have n’t spoken in three years. Secondly, no one knew that I was hiding a gun for him, and no one knew why I was in the wilderness. He had no motivation to kill me. As long as he kills me and treats the body to a certain extent, the police can be easily led to other directions, and I believe that our city police's ability to solve crimes is absolutely impossible like Agatha? The detective in Christie's ...
"It's my turn to ask you a question. I asked a question, and you immediately answered, without hesitation." His voice interrupted my logical analysis, and I could only listen to his questions.
"what is your favourite food?"
"Kebab."
"Do you like your parents?"
"dislike."
"Do you like my sister?"
"dislike."
"Who is your favorite relative?"
"Grandpa."
"where is he?"
"died."
"Who is the most grateful person?"
"Teacher Gao."
"Who is the most hated person?"
"Zhao."
"Is Xu Xiaobo your boyfriend?"
"No."
"Do you love Xu Xiaobo?"
"do not love."
"Who is your best friend?"
"Xiao Fei."
He looked at me and asked no more questions. My voice asked dryly: "Are you finished?"
He took the gun away, and I immediately ran towards my bike, got on the bike, pedaled with all my energy, and just wanted to escape as soon as possible.