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At the age of twelve, I was promoted to junior high school during the summer. The school was located in a village on the north side of our village, seven miles away.

Every morning we walked to school, and every day we walked back after school, no matter what the weather was like.

Fortunately, we had a lot of classmates, so we talked and laughed along the way. We didn't feel tired at all.

The school was located in the northeast corner of the village. The earthen walls were smooth with alkali mud, simple and tidy. Tall poplar trees surrounded the open playground.

In midsummer, under the shade of the poplar, we read and played chess, but more often than not, we boys played basketball in the hot sun.

I don't play basketball because I'm too small and thin.

My classmates were very tall and sturdy. Being hit by them was no doubt a light car accident. In order to avoid injury, I didn't go to the basketball court.

At that time, I couldn't play, I couldn't study, I had a kind of natural exclusivity towards the school, from the first day of primary school, I didn't like the school.

The first time I entered the elementary school classroom, I saw that the table was made of adobe, and on top of the adobe was a piece of wood. It became a table, and so were the stools, though they were shorter than the table.

The three of us had a table and a bench.

The guy at my table had a runny nose like me, and his fingernails were as long and black as mine.

At the end of the class, I had a contest with him over who peed far away, and I ended up wetting my shoes.

Between us sat a female classmate, who was always glaring at us, and I was always careful.

In class the teacher on the blackboard to write Pinyin, then lead us to read, repeat.

At first I was interested, but gradually, as I looked at the blackboard, I thought about the chirping of the kite in the grass at the back of the classroom.

After a while, my tiredness came. Just as I wanted to close my eyes and take a nap, I was suddenly awakened by my teacher's scolding. When my mood calmed down, I was about to fall asleep again and almost fell off my stool.

At this moment, the lice in my crotch was causing trouble again, and the itch was unbearable. I couldn't help but scratch it, and my arm touched the girl at the same table. The girl informed the teacher that I had done something to her.

The teacher angrily came over and said that I had disturbed the classroom and did not abide by the rules. He pulled me by the ear and dragged me to the northeast corner of the classroom. He told me to stand there and not move.

I hated school at the moment, and I didn't think it would be like that at all.

The students continued to sing pinyin loudly with the teacher, but now I wasn't sleepy anymore.

A small rat emerged from a crack in the earth in the corner. It stuck its head out and shook its whiskers. It lifted its small head and sniffed the air around it.

Suddenly, the sound of a teacher's pointer hitting the blackboard scared it back into the crack in the wall, and then it came out again.

It seemed like it was already familiar with the sounds coming from the classroom, so it no longer shrank into the cracks in the walls. It walked out and sniffed the broken pieces of paper in the corner. From time to time, it raised its head to look at the people called 'people'.

Perhaps in its senses, a human's voice was no different from the croaking of a frog or the chirping of a bug. They were all the sounds of an animal.

I really envy the little mouse, it can not go to school, can not learn arithmetic, not to read Pinyin over and over again.

At that time I had yellow hair, a nose with yellow snot, and an occasional face with yellow skin sores, so my classmates called me San Huang.

They were living on the playground, and I stood with my hands in my sleeves, watching them, my nose pooled in the cold like water, wiping it with my sleeve when it was almost a drop, so that my sleeves were black and shiny, reflecting the sun's rays.

In fact, most of the students in the class had nicknames. It was just that some people's nicknames were a bit more elegant, while others' nicknames were a bit more vulgar.

One day, a male classmate wore a quilted jacket like the one the landlords wear in movies, so we called him the old landowner.

My nickname is the likeness, and that of the old landowner is the god.

The old landowner's body was very sturdy, especially on the football field. He was charging all over the place, his movements were fast and his legs were nimble.

Usually when we play, he appears as a policeman, and we all pretend to be bandits as we surround him.

His spirited figure enchanted the girls in the class.

The old landowner became a police officer when he became an adult, and because of his professional prowess, he was rewarded by the Ministry of Public Security and awarded a third rank.

Girls are beautiful scenery on campus, boys like to see girls, girls also like to see beautiful men.

In class, some girls secretly glanced at the old landowner, fantasizing that they would become the landlady in the future. For a moment, they forgot to look at the blackboard, so they were reprimanded by their teachers.

Actually, girls hated boys who liked to play with girls the most. They felt that boys like that were too vulgar, shallow, and unmysterious, so they disdained to investigate.

As for the old landowner, he was calm and experienced. He was diligent in his studies and had good grades. Naturally, the girls would like to see him.

At that time, there was an ancient text in our language class called "Qin Luo Xia". In it, there was a sentence: "The farmer who forgets to plow the ground, the hoe who forgets his hoe, returns in anger, but sits and watches the use of Luo Luo."

It was very suitable for the old landowner, except that Qin Luo was a woman and the old landowner was a man, but the mood was the same.

In fact, the name was just a symbol, and did not mean anything.

I had a classmate in high school. His surname was Huang, and he had a round head, and he had a small crew cut, which made him look even rounder, like a dog egg. So he had a yellow dog egg.

Yellow Dog became a primary school teacher when he became an adult. If he was calm and focused on teaching, then he would forever be a primary school teacher.

But his father was restless. His father was an accountant in their village and was very rich.

His father, too, was generous, willing to spend money, and forced him into government work.

Then he bought the joints and finally made the yellow dog the mayor.

I had always had a misconception about government officials. In my impression, the county governor and above were only government officials. Even the village head and the mayor were nothing compared to the village head.

The illusion made me suffer later. I was employed in the late 1980s, when officials were much more respectable than they were in the early 1980s, but I didn't like my boss, the head of the township center, a deputy head of the stock department, who was never treated with the usual respect of a teacher, and I wore small shoes for several years.

Later on, I came to understand that not only were the deputy heads official, but even some of the deputy heads couldn't be considered officials.

So I came to the conclusion that neither the yellow dog's egg nor the white dog's egg could be treated as a dog's egg, and neither could you complain about being inferior to a dog's egg, nor about the injustice of the world, which was not lacking in fairness, only that you were incapable of trying to be fair.

The so-called successful people are often those who can persevere to the end when everyone thinks it's impossible.