How are you? I'm fine! (Chapter 17*About My Story)

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In fact, on that long road, Xiaoling not only told her past stories, but also clamored for me to tell my past stories as a courtesy. , I also have to tell my own story. I don’t think I had any stories before. Xiaoling had dreams when she was a child, but I didn’t have any dreams when I was a child. Since I was in middle school, I have known how to be naughty and make trouble. But since I want to say it, let’s just say it.

Time flies, and I am in high school all of a sudden. When I entered high school, many of my thoughts changed. Not only did my thoughts change, but my body also changed a lot. I watched my limbs become thicker. Of course, in addition to the limbs, my other "limb" was also getting thicker. Not only was it thick, but it also became very long. I've said before that I haven't grown any taller since middle school, and I think there's a reason for that. Because all the growth was given to my little brother, I didn’t get any nutrition and couldn’t grow taller.

When I was in junior high school, I was thinking about how to create noise in the class and attract everyone's attention, and how to create noise in the school and attract the attention of the school. I also always liked to argue with the teacher. For example, the affair between my head teacher and my Chinese teacher caused a sensation in the whole school. It was all started by me.

That's what happened. At that time, I skipped classes every day, and my head teacher regarded me as a thorn in his side, so he targeted me everywhere. He thinks that I will definitely not be a good person in the future, either a gangster or a social scum. But he never dreamed that I would be neither a gangster nor a scum of society. Instead, I would go to college and become an artistic young man. At that time, he forbade people in the class to play with me, saying that it was for their own good. If they played with me, they would definitely learn bad things. However, he did not expect that the good boys he was interested in would later turn into ruffians and social scum.

My rebellious mentality was very serious at that time. He treated me like this, and I always liked to argue with him. When he was in class, I deliberately disrupted class discipline. He criticized me. I walked out of the school in front of him and my classmates, looking at him with contempt. Sometimes after he finished one class and had to take the second class, I would hide all the chalk on the podium during the break between the two classes, so that he could not find it in the second class. Then he got angry and asked his classmates. The classmates didn't dare to say it was me, for fear that I would retaliate against them after school and find a group of people to beat them, so they all said they didn't know. Then the teacher pointed the finger at me, the class president’s biggest troublemaker. My aura at that time was not weak at all. I was wrongly accused without evidence. If you have the ability, you can find the evidence. School is a place with rules. At that time, my favorite thing to watch was Hong Kong police and gangster movies, and I learned these words from those movies. As a result, my head teacher was so angry that I was speechless.

My class teacher taught mathematics, but I did not dislike mathematics because I was against the class teacher. Instead, I put a lot of effort into learning mathematics behind my back. At that time, I got the first perfect score in our class in the math test. No one had ever gotten a perfect score before. The head teacher didn't believe it at all. He said that I knew the answers to the exam in advance. Otherwise, how could a student like me get full marks? He also said that I was thinking of some evil ways. I also know how someone like me, who will become a gangster in the future, can get perfect scores in mathematics. He cannot accept it anyway, because such a thing is simply impossible in his teaching experience and concepts. According to the knowledge of mathematics at that time, the event that I got a perfect score in mathematics was an impossible event, that is, an event with zero probability. Such events also include the sun rising in the west. In order to prove that it was indeed impossible for me to get a perfect score in math, the head teacher posted a question on the blackboard and asked me to do it. If I didn't do it correctly, it would prove that I had no ability to get a perfect score. It must have been my fault in advance. If you know the answer, this also proves that the proposition in the book that the probability of an impossible event happening is zero is not wrong at all. As a result, I went to do it, but even after thinking about it, my boss didn’t finish it for days. He was very proud that the proof was true, and he also explained one point: Zhu Ba's perfect score in mathematics is a false proposition and not worth proving. And since then, I have really never gotten a perfect score in math.

From then on, I regarded my head teacher as my enemy. I tried every means to deal with him, and once I got a chance. At that time, he was wearing a coat to teach us. Later, it got hot while wearing it, so he took off his coat and put it on the podium. After class, he forgot to take it away. When I saw it, I felt happy and felt that this was a good opportunity.

He picked up his coat and ran outside, to the campus wall, and then threw the clothes out of the school. Later, he came to the classroom to look for it but couldn't find it and was extremely anxious. I felt happy when I saw the nervous look on his face, and thought: I told you to target me. After school, I still want to take a look at the piece of clothing where I threw it. If it is still there, I will take it home, cut it up with scissors, and use it as a rag. But when I went there, I didn't see the clothes. I guessed that the garbage collector must have picked them up, so I went home happily.

But what I didn’t expect was that the clothes were picked up by my head teacher’s wife. Here's the thing. At that time, I threw my class teacher's clothes outside the school. There was a road outside, but few people walked on it. It was an abandoned road. The new road was on the other side of the campus. But that day, the head teacher's wife had something urgent at home and couldn't get through when she called him, so she had to come to the school to find him. In order to be in a hurry, she took a shortcut and walked to this road. Not long after I threw the clothes on the road, she passed by and saw that the clothes looked like her husband's, so she picked them up, and it turned out that they were real. She was thinking what was going on and why her husband's clothes were here. She picked it up and patted the dust on her clothes. As soon as she patted them, she found something in her clothes. Then she went to each pocket and felt around, and finally pulled out a mobile phone. No wonder she didn't answer the phone, she thought. It turned out that the phone was here. She touched again and found out two condoms and a piece of writing paper. She thought to herself, this guy also put the condoms in his pocket. If someone saw this, he would be embarrassed. He would have to talk to him later. say him. Then I subconsciously looked at what was written in the letter, and found that it was a very literary but very explicit love letter. The signature at the beginning was my class teacher's name, which proved that the love letter was written to him. As a result, my head teacher’s wife was furious and immediately rushed to ask my head teacher what was going on. After she tortured her so hard to extract a confession, the head teacher did anything. That letter was written by our Chinese teacher to our class teacher (that’s why the literary talent is so good). They had been having an affair for a long time, and the two condoms in the class teacher’s clothes were used for their affair. As a result, this matter broke out in the school. My head teacher's wife was clamoring to divorce my class teacher, and my Chinese teacher's husband was also clamoring to divorce my Chinese teacher. But I don’t know whether we divorced or not. At that time, this matter had become well known to teachers and students in the school. The school felt that the impact was not good, so it transferred my head teacher and Chinese teacher. At that time, when everyone was talking about this incident, I was always happy, because such a sensational incident on campus was actually caused by me, so I was a little excited just thinking about it. But I didn’t tell anyone at the time that I was the one who threw the clothes away.

But it was different when I was in high school. I found that time really makes it easy for a person to change. When I was in high school, I no longer wanted to make any noise in the class, and I didn’t want to be noticed by the people in the class, let alone the school. I don’t really like to fight against teachers, and I don’t feel like fighting with a group of older people. As long as they don’t mess with me on purpose, I won’t do anything to mess with them.

What I was most proud of at that time was sitting in front of the most beautiful girl in the class. I was very happy that my class teacher arranged this position for me, so I have always been full of gratitude to my class teacher. The girl's name is Xiaoting. She is very beautiful, a bit Korean, and has a pair of proud breasts. This was rare at the time, because many girls in the school were beautiful but had poor development, and their breasts were always flat; those who were well developed were ugly, and among the girls I had seen, there were only small ones. Ting has a beautiful face and a pair of towering breasts at the same time.

At that time, I loved chatting with her and playing with her. Sometimes, I deliberately threw my pen under her desk, and then told her that I couldn't pick it up and asked her to pick it up for me. Every time she bent down to pick up the pen. Then I bent over and watched her pick up the pen under the table, and every time I could see her tempting cleavage. Every time I see it, I get extremely excited, my blood surges, and I am filled with admiration.

At that time, I didn’t skip many classes, because when I skipped classes, I couldn’t see Xiaoting. If I couldn’t see Xiaoting, I felt that life was boring. But sometimes I don't skip class and sit in the classroom with Xiaoting there, and I feel that life is boring. This is because Xiaoting is wearing very tight clothes. Even if she bends down completely, I can't see anything. Because Xiaoting is fully armed as soon as winter comes, I can't do anything at that time, I can only chat with her and tell some dirty jokes.

So when winter comes, I skip a lot of classes and want to stay at home. My family is used to it. Anyway, I have been skipping classes like this since I was a child. If I don't skip classes for several weeks, something is wrong, and my family will If you are anxious, you will think that I have caused trouble outside, or that there is something wrong with my head, or that I have lost confidence in life, or something like that.

Back then, it was not like now. At that time, I was only interested in Xiaoting. I could hardly take a look at the other girls. I always felt that the other girls looked too crooked.

Later, the Chinese teacher taught us a quatrain, which was the fourth poem of Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi":

Once the sea was filled with water,

Except Wushan is not a cloud.

Take a lazy look back at Huacong,

Half of you are destined to practice Taoism and half of you are destined to be a king.

At that time, our Chinese teacher explained the artistic conception of this quatrain like this: Once you have experienced the majestic waves of the sea, you will no longer be attracted by the water elsewhere; you have seen the changes of clouds and rain in Wushan, and the scenery elsewhere. It’s hard to look into your eyes anymore. Although I often walk through the flowers, I have no intention of admiring them. This is partly because I have already practiced Taoism, and partly because I only have her in my heart. If I explain it further, it means that obsession is with the one you love. In the sea, intoxicated in your dreams, you will no longer be interested in other women; no one can love her better than her, she is the best; after she is gone, no one can replace her, other women No matter how beautiful she is, I don't have the heart to love you because you only have her in your heart.

After the Chinese teacher taught us this quatrain, I knew that my feelings towards Xiaoting were exactly the same as the artistic conception expressed in this quatrain. From then on, I gave Xiaoting the nickname Wushan. Xiaoting asked why she should be called Wushan. I said because she looks like a witch. As a result, she chased me and hit me. When she chased me, I was happy because I could see her breasts rising and falling constantly, and then I felt extremely satisfied.

When I was in high school, it wasn’t like junior high. In junior high school, I rarely had any interest in girls, let alone chatting with them during self-study classes. At that time, I was only thinking about how to come up with plans to deal with the class teacher. It’s not like now. Now I think about chatting with girls on QQ all day long, and I chat with several girls at once. In high school, I only liked chatting with Xiaoting. After class, he turned around and teased her. During self-study classes, I would write notes to her and use them to chat with her. At that time, note culture was very popular in high school, and everyone often used notes to exchange news. I chatted with Xiaoting, and Xiaoting never rejected me. She was also happy to chat with me. I told her some dirty jokes, and she listened. Xiaoting and I wrote countless notes during our three years of high school, and the things we talked about in the notes were also very diverse. If we totaled up the contents, it would be an encyclopedia. Once, Xiaoting took the initiative to say that it was inconvenient to use notes and could easily be discovered by the teacher. Let’s use a notebook, so that the teacher would think we were taking notes and would not suspect anything. She also said that we could keep them after graduation. To commemorate.

When I was in high school, I thought my future wife would definitely be Xiaoting. So I often tell her things that my wife and husband want to do, and she always listens and blushes. Sometimes when she sees that what I say is too explicit, she says to me: "Zhuba, you big goat.".

Once, I took my English homework book and asked her English questions. As I kept asking, I talked to her about what my wife and husband were going to do. She was holding my exercise book, her head lowered, her face red, and she kept writing with a pen. I thought she was correcting my mistakes. She usually corrected all my mistakes. After she corrected them, I turned them in to the teacher. That time I said that I was excited and dancing as usual. After she finished correcting it, she handed it to me and said, "You big pervert, I really want to slap you." Give it to me. As usual, I closed the book and handed it in without even looking at it. Later, I was severely criticized by my teacher for this book. The reason was because my English homework book had these eight characters written in it: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color."

This has to go back to when Xiaoting corrected my English mistakes. At that time, I was only talking to Xiaoting about the trivial things between husband and wife, and I didn't pay attention to what Xiaoting was doing. At that time, Xiaoting not only corrected the mistakes in the notebook, but also wrote the following eight characters: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color." Xiaoting thought I would read the homework before handing it in, but I didn’t because I trusted her too much. As a result, the English teacher saw it when I handed it in, and he was punished.

However, I didn't blame Xiaoting for that. I still teased her and asked her to pick up my pen for me.

Time flies, and time flies by in the blink of an eye. Until I graduated from high school, I had never kissed Xiaoting, never touched her proud breasts, let alone slept with her. In high school, I did nothing but tell dirty jokes with Xiaoting and look at her cleavage. In high school, I never even said the words "I like you" to Xiaoting, I just talked nonsense to her.

If I could go back in time to high school, I would never do just these things. I will tell her why I call her "Wushan". I would say that I like her very much and that life would be dull without her. I would say that I don’t skip classes just because I want to see her every day. I will say, she is very pretty and has a great body, especially those breasts. If I could go back in time to my high school days, I would hold her hand and kiss her in a place with no one.

In high school, it was not like this. In high school, although I didn't work hard or make progress. In the eyes of the teacher, he is a guy who just skips classes and hangs out with the gangsters in society every day. He is a guy who is ignorant and has no skills. But I never thought about forcing Xiaoting to do something she didn't want to do, and I never really treated Xiaoting as a jerk. At that time, although I looked like a scoundrel and always told her dirty jokes, I still respected her in my heart.

In my senior year of high school, I studied very hard. I didn’t play with gangsters, get into fights, or skip classes all the time. The big reason for this is because of Xiaoting. Xiaoting's grades were very good at that time, and she wanted to do well in college. I thought at the time, I had to get into college so that I could be worthy of Xiaoting. This is the same as many clichéd youth stories, but the reason why there are so many clichés is because it really happened in everyone's youth.

That year, as soon as the college entrance examination was over, I couldn’t find Xiaoting. I couldn’t contact her via QQ or by phone. I heard from her classmates that she went to the United States to study abroad. He also said that after going to Japan, he had a good figure and good looks, and that he had a good future in Japan. Some people also talked about going to South Korea. They said that her mother was Korean, so she went to South Korea to go to college. Maybe she would become a star in the future and come to China to develop. Everyone has different opinions on where she went. All we know is that she went abroad and took a plane right after the college entrance examination.

That summer, although I was admitted to college, I was not happy at all. I feel very sad when I can't see Xiaoting. I feel that life is not interesting.

A few days before registering for college, I received a postcard and a long letter. It was written to me by Xiaoting. In that letter, Xiaoting said a lot to me.

Xiaoting said that when she went to the United States, her family forced her to go to the United States, saying that American education was more suitable for her. But she didn't want to go to America, where she didn't know anyone. She said she felt uncomfortable for a while when she first arrived, but now she is slowly starting to feel better. She said she was working hard to learn English and asked me not to give up English, but to love it as if it were my girlfriend. She said she now loves English as her boyfriend.

Xiaoting said that she misses her high school days now. For the college entrance examination, I was running like a machine. Although it was hard, I feel very fulfilled when I think about it now. She said that everyone at that time was like a machine, working tirelessly on a table piled with books and test papers every day. She said that it would be nice to make a machine, and it could produce things. When she got bored, I would talk to her. She said that when she was tired, sleepy and tired of studying, she just wanted to listen to me talk, especially dirty jokes. At that time, if she listens to my dirty jokes, she will feel that life is still interesting, she will still have the desire to learn, and her fatigue will disappear a lot.

Xiaoting said that her father had already arranged for her to study in a foreign school, but she wanted to take the domestic college entrance examination as a good memory, so as soon as the college entrance examination was over, she Dad picked her up and took her to the airport. Xiaoting said that she didn’t tell anyone about her trip abroad, but she wanted to tell me and she wanted me to remember her. She wanted to talk to me after the exam, but she didn't expect her dad to schedule it so tightly. As soon as she left the examination room, she saw her father waiting for her, then drove to the airport, got on the plane and left. It's too late.

Xiaoting said that she likes me. I wanted to come to me as soon as the college entrance examination was over and confess my love to me. At that time, I wanted to kiss her and touch her, and she was willing. She said that she wanted to give me all the first times and was fully prepared for it. But nothing goes as she expected.

Xiaoting said that she likes many things about me. She likes me as a scoundrel and likes that I always tell her dirty jokes. If I don't tell her dirty jokes, she will find her life difficult every day. She likes it when I tease her, it makes her very present. She said that every time I threw the pen under her desk, it was intentional and she knew it, but she was happy to pick it up for me. She said that I did this just to see her cleavage, and she knew that, but she just liked to show it to me, and she was happy to show me her most perfect part.

Xiaoting said that she likes to chase me and fight, so that she feels very young and lively. She said she would think of me and the dirty jokes I told before going to bed at night. Sometimes she would think of the bad things I always told her about between husband and wife, and she would imagine that one day she and I would do something like that.

Xiaoting said that everything was not what she expected, and it was too late. She said she also knew that I liked her, so she called her "Wushan". She said that no matter what, she felt very happy having me during that period of youth. Every day when she was tired, in pain, or depressed, I was with her. She said that she kept the notebook filled with our conversations like a treasure, along with some notes. She would take it out from time to time and read it. It contained dirty jokes I wrote and a lot of nonsense dialogue. She said that it was the best memory of her youth.

In that letter, Xiaoting wrote a lot of memories of me and a lot of regrets. After reading that letter, I was relieved. No matter what, that period was also the most memorable time in my youth.