one person's life

Chapter 2
The opening ceremony was over. There were no classes in the afternoon for the first and second grade students. Guang Shao went back to clean up his dormitory and made an appointment with Tang Muzhi to go to the cafeteria for dinner at twelve o'clock.

The sky was gradually getting cloudy. Tang Muzhi made his bed casually and got acquainted with his dormitory roommates. There were eight of them, two of them were in the same class as him, and there was also a senior who was assigned to a class with them because of the transfer. Bedroom.

Each of the eight people reported their age and name. Tang Muzhi knew that he was the youngest. After all, in this era, many people graduated from junior high school at the age of 14 or 1.7 and went to high school at the age of [-]. This was a great thing, but his development was He is early, and he is just over [-] meters tall, so no one can tell that he is young.

"Oh, so you are the number one in that grade!" Xu Jun, who slept with him and was in the same class, said.

"Awesome, you have to be really talented."

Tang Muzhi had no choice but to fool around with him.

When it was time for dinner, his bedmate made an appointment to have dinner. Tang Muzhi said he had an appointment and rushed to the cafeteria.

"Here!" From afar, I saw Guang Shao waving with big round glasses on. He only wore a white short-sleeved shirt on his upper body. He had walnuts in his left hand, but the fan in his right hand was invisible.

This look was truly unique in this era. Tang Muzhi walked up to him and said, "Aren't you cold?"

It may still be hot in the south in September, but it’s already getting colder in the northwest.There is no sun, and the north wind makes people tremble when it blows.

"Hi! Of course it's cold, but this is also a kind of practice. If I can practice without being affected by the cold or heat, I will be considered a master. Let's not talk about it for now. Let's go! I'll treat you to beef noodles."

Beef noodles are the so-called Jincheng Ramen. The cafeteria and small shops of No. [-] Middle School are outsourced. They have dandan noodles, fried noodles, barbecue, dumplings, etc. They also have their own cafeteria, and the prices are not expensive.The conditions of the school are really very good. It is said that there are several coal bosses behind the school who donate money every year. As for why - we don't know, and we don't want to ask.

"Boss, two bowls of thin ones." Guang Shao took out two dollars.A bowl of beef noodles cost one yuan in [-], and it is one of the most commonly eaten meals by people in the northwest. However, not everyone can afford a bowl of noodles that costs one yuan. Many rural people have never tasted it in [-]. A bowl of serious beef noodles.For them, this is also a restaurant, a bit luxurious.

A minute later, the two of them finished their beef noodles and found a remote place to sit down.

Beef noodles pay attention to "one clear (soup), two white (radish), three green (cilantro and garlic sprouts), four red (spicy), and five yellow (yellow noodles)". The authentic one can only be eaten in Jincheng, because of this Faced with extremely high demands for soup, the chef often has to get up at four or five in the morning to make soup, and the fire cannot be stopped during this period.

The school obviously did not have such conditions, and the two bowls of noodles were not very authentic, but the two of them were still very happy to eat.

Sometimes the quality of a meal depends on the people you eat it with.

After sucking and eating for a while, he wiped his sweat and said, "You said that thing we saw this morning was called 'Yin Shen'?"

He was still a little uneasy. After all, it was not good to see such a thing. Besides, this was the first time he had seen such a thing under the bright sun. It was different from before.

"Let's not talk about it for now. Xiao Tang, please tell me about yourself first. You are 14 years old this year. Why did you go to high school so early?" Guang Shao leaned on the chair, took out the walnuts from his pocket and plated them again. got up.

Not an interesting story.Tang Muzhi thought.

His father was not a good man—Tang Muzhi had never seen him before in his life.

His mother was not a good woman either - she ran away with someone two years ago.

To be honest, Tang Muzhi has been tortured a lot in his life.

The soul of a young man found its way into the belly of a young woman.

Isn't this an extremely shameful and tortured thing?Not to mention that he had to work hard to pretend to be a child for more than ten years!It's hard and very hard. ...

Tang Yuan didn't know she was pregnant until April [-], and she was still unmarried.

How shameful and terrifying this is for a young girl.

She didn't dare go to the hospital, and she didn't dare tell anyone. She could only walk, take her money, and go to a place where no one could find her.

From Sichuan to Suzhou, it is [-] kilometers. This is the distance between life and death, and it is also the journey from death to life.

It was really not easy for this woman, but it was not easy for Tang Muzhi to survive.

At that time, Tang Yuan did not realize that she had to bear the responsibility of a mother to this boy.

So when this boy grows up, she should also look for her own happiness. After all, she is not yet 30 years old. It seems a little late for a woman to understand this truth, but she knows that her life should not be submerged in the northwest. In the dust.

After his mother left, Tang Muzhi's life became much easier, at least he no longer had to pretend.

What's more, he will receive a sum of money every month from Sichuan.He knew this was his mother's source of livelihood.

Five hundred yuan was indeed a lot of money, at least he felt that he couldn't spend it all if he let the flowers bloom.

He applied for the school by himself and took the exam casually, but he would never have expected to get No. 1.

As for seeing "dirty things" occasionally, that's okay. Compared to metaphysical things, he prefers Marxism and is more willing to believe in Marxism.

He is very happy today. Maybe someone can answer his doubts for many years. Is this a blessing or a curse?
He doesn't care.

With random explanations, Guang Shao came to understand him somewhat.

"So you have never come into contact with our, um, alien world."

"A stranger?" Tang Muzhi asked doubtfully.He had seen this word often in his previous life, usually in novels or movies or TV series. "Do you mean different from ordinary people?"

"You can also say that this is just a domestic title in this era. For example, in the Qin Dynasty, they were called Qi Practitioners, and abroad they were called Magicians."

"I see." Although he said this, Tang Muzhi had a few more doubts in his heart, "So, did I just travel back to the 90s, or did I travel to the 90s in another world?"

"Speaking of which, I haven't actually stepped into the alien world, so I don't know much about these things." Guang Shao sighed. "My parents are ordinary people. These were told to me by an expert I met in Qinghai when I was 12 years old."

"Those of us are called innate strangers, who are born with a sense of energy. Like the master I met - the living Buddha of the Sakya sect, and the Tiandao people of Longhu Mountain...these people's skills are acquired. Yes, we call him a stranger the day after tomorrow."

"Tian Dao people?" Tang Muzhi was stunned. This name was somewhat familiar.

Master Zhang Zhiwei?

(End of this chapter)