After three years of being a classmate, even if he is not very familiar with each other, he still knows the family background. Song Song was mentally prepared outside the community.

But when Song Song saw Yang Guang's family, he felt sad.

Yang Guang usually doesn't live here, but there are all kinds of things here, including color TV, air conditioning and computers.

If it weren't for the huge tofu blocks on the computer monitor on the table, Song Song would have thought he would have come twenty years later.

Yang Guang had long been accustomed to all this, so he turned on the floor-to-ceiling air conditioner, and the air in the house quickly became cool, completely isolating the outside heat.

Originally, Song Song didn't feel uncomfortable outside. As soon as he cooled down, he suddenly realized that he had sweated a lot just now.

He put two bags of fruit on the table and chatted with Yang Guang very naturally: "You have such good conditions, why do you live in the county town?"

Yang Guang looked at Song Song with an idiot's eyes, and then said, "My residence in the county is similar to that here." And there is a separate house with a small courtyard there, which is more spacious and comfortable. As for why he doesn't live in the provincial capital and has to go back to the county capital, of course, the schools in the provincial capital do not accept him as a thorn.

Song Song: “…………”

Song Song looked at Yang Guang quietly.

It’s really a comparison between people, it’s so annoying!

"I'll take the refrigerator if I want to drink, and I'll take a shower." Yang Guang said casually, and went into the room to get clothes. He had never brought his friends home, and was not very good at interacting with people. He didn't even know why he was helping Song Song lie to his mother.

It was probably what Song Song said, after all, classmates have been together for three years and sleeping together for three days.

Song Song was not very interested in drinking drinks. Seeing that Yang Guang was easy to talk, he couldn't help but ask, "Can I use your computer?"

In 1997, there should be Internet cafes in the provincial capital, but at this time, computers were usually used to play stand-alone games. When they were connected to the Internet, they were dialed up with telephone lines, which required extra money. It was rare that Yang Guang's family had a computer, and Song Song wanted to see the latest information on the Internet. After so many years, he had forgotten about many things.

Song Song was not a person who was more greedy. Seeing that Yang Guang didn't say anything, he added: "Let me go back and I'll pay you the money for dialing up and surfing the Internet."

Yang Guang still said, "Whatever." There was no computer class in their county. Yang Guang probably thought that Song Song was a little curious when he saw something new, and didn't care, so he took a shower on his own.

Song Song plugged in the power supply and pressed the power button, and soon heard the familiar and unfamiliar startup prompt sound.

He made the dial-up Internet access and opened the browser. What caught his eye was the ancient and simple interface.

Song Song entered the URLs of several portal websites based on his memory. Some of them had not yet been established, and some were still in a rough state. There was no way to see the power of the future generations and dominate the Internet. Fortunately, after a round of attempts, Song Song successfully obtained a lot of the information he needed.

Song Song was used to the fast pace of the information age and browsed information from all parties very quickly. The only thing that hindered his rapid reading was the touching Internet speed of dial-up and the touching jump speed of ie3.

Before Yang Guang finished taking a shower, Song Song had quickly recorded a lot of useful news in his notebook.

He wrote very sloppy, and he was a type that he couldn't even tell what he was writing the next day.

Song Song was drawing the basic outline of this era with his brain and paper, when the doorbell suddenly rang. He was stunned for a moment and shouted in the direction of the bathroom: "Yang Guang, someone rang the doorbell."

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Yang Guang's voice came out from the inside: "Maybe I'm here to clean it, please open the door and take a look." After saying that, the sound of water sounded again, isolating the movements outside.

Song Song put together his notebook and opened the door.

After seeing the person outside the door, Song Song was stunned for a moment.

The person who came was a woman dressed in bright clothes and dressed in a fashionable way, not like a housekeeper at all.

"Hello sister!" Song Song shouted in a hurry.

The other party was also stunned. He went back and looked at the door number. After confirming that he was not wrong, he showed a kind smile: "Are you Xiaoguang's classmate? I am Xiaoguang's mother. Don't call me sister or aunt." While introducing herself, she brought the purchased cooked food and vegetables into the house. She put down all the things in her hand and greeted Song Song with a eager look on her face.

When Yang Guang came out, he saw the scene of his mother sitting with Song Song and chatting enthusiastically.

Yang Guang didn't say anything, turned to the refrigerator to get beer, sat down on the single sofa and pulled open the can and pulled the ring, and poured the wine in front of his fucking face.

Yang Guang's mother had no choice but to treat her son. She saw that he was used to drinking beer, so she said, "Xiaoguang, you have friends to play, will I take you out for dinner?"

"Not available." Yang Guang refused directly.

"Xiao Guang——" Yang Guang's mother shouted.

Yang Guang suddenly pinched the beer can in his hand, and the yellow beer sprayed all over the floor. He sneered and said, "I won't go to you to get in front of you, so don't come to me privately to perform a kind mother and filial piety. There is no need to do that. You know, my father's blood is flowing in my body, and I may even beat a woman!"

Yang Guang's mother didn't expect that Yang Guang would give her so much face in front of outsiders. She couldn't stand it for a moment, so she stood up and left with red eyes.

Song Song suddenly encountered someone else's family affairs and sighed in his heart.

Yang Guang threw away the beer can that he had pinched and turned to look at Song Song. He had always had a very strong temper and took action whenever he had disagreement. He had a lot of harm to the schools in the provincial capital, so he had to transfer to the county town.

Over the years, he has seen many gazes full of fear.

Will Song Song, a good student, regret going home with him?

Song Song met Yang Guang's trapped beast-like gaze. Thinking that it seemed that it was not good to run after the computer, he could only say: "You have bleeding from your hands, so you have to deal with the wound quickly. Do you have an emergency medicine box at home?"

Yang Guang smiled, like a beast with his mouth open and his fangs exposed. He casually fell back to the sofa and said, "I can't die."

Song Song doesn't fight himself, but he has a childhood friend who also treats fighting as a common occurrence and has experience in trauma treatment.

He pulled Yang Guang to clean the wound, pulled out the medicine box and seriously disinfected the wound that had been cut by the sharp can.

Yang Guang rarely let someone get out of here, so he let Song Song do it.

After Song Song finished his work, he was not in the mood to fiddle with the computer again. He stood up and said, "My mother should leave, and I should leave too. See you in school in a few days."

Yang Guang nodded.

When Song Song walked back to the computer and was about to turn off the computer, Yang Guang said: "No need to turn it off, I'm going to play games later."

Song Song turned off his browser with a serene and took his own things and left Yang Guang's house.

Yang Guang sat on the sofa for a while, then went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer and sat in front of the computer. He pulled open the ring and fed the wine. He sent a ghost to open the browser and looked at the browsing record on his head.

After seeing the series of websites, Yang Guang stopped.

When he took a shower, why did Song Song read so many web pages? Song Song had learned computers outside of school? At least, the typing speed was practiced.

Song Song, a "good student", became more and more confusing in Yang Guang's heart.

...

Song Song didn't know that Yang Guang would still look at the historical records. IE3 was so simple that he only used it to search for the news he wanted to know, and was not interested in exploring the various original functions of the browser.

He walked out of the community where Yang Guang was, looked at the stop sign, took the bus and wandered around the provincial capital, and had a basic concept of the provincial capital in 1997.

With the frequent eye of the ticket seller, he took off the bus at the provincial library station and bought a letter paper with white background and red lines to go to the library's journal reading room to write a plan.

The resources in the provincial capital are always the best in the province. The library is large and spacious, and the journals and newspapers are well ordered. You can go in to borrow with your documents, but you cannot take them out without a library certificate.

As soon as Song Song finished the college entrance examination, he subconsciously took out Zhang's admission ticket as his identity certificate. The old man who was guarding the journal reading room looked at the admission ticket, then looked at Song Song with a tender face, waved his hand and put him in.

Song Song took a few newspapers and journals and read them one by one. He realized his mind. He sat by the window and wrote quickly. He also stopped to find the journal he wanted to search for information.

There is no way. Not to mention that he doesn’t have a computer available now, it is difficult to find all the messages even if there is an online version. Even the instant messaging software has not been released yet, so it is more practical for him to read newspapers and journals honestly.

Although the paper media has lag, it is enough for use as a reference.

He was just afraid that he would take too much steps and was not really trying to find ideas from the beginning.

Song Song was closed in the library, carrying a schoolbag and carrying a huge sum of fifty dollars.

When his stomach started to rumbling, Song Song remembered that he had not eaten dinner, so he had to find a roadside stall to fill his stomach first.

Since a large number of workers were laid off, the country has begun to vigorously encourage the development of individual economy. I don’t know whether Song Song has developed elsewhere, at least the roadsides on the provincial capital are in full swing.

Song Song is very comfortable with the situation. He can eat delicacies and small porridge with clear vegetables and fried rice at the street stalls.

Fortunately, the eggs are quite fresh and the rice is quite chewy, and overall it is quite delicious.

People who are good-looking take advantage of the situation everywhere. Song Song will be given a few more cents when he helps his mother sell fruits. When he comes out to eat, the boss also makes him chat with him enthusiastically.

I heard that Song Song had just finished the college entrance examination, and the enthusiastic proprietress even fryed him an egg, saying that it was given to him and that he didn't have any money.

Song Song thanked happily.

The meal problem was solved, and Song Song walked calmly on the street.

He was wearing a school uniform and looked very immature, but his whole body was not like a foreigner who had no place to find a place, but he seemed like a lord who was patrolling his territory.

Song Song walked out of the administrative area and bypassed the downtown area, and finally saw a colorful street with signs.

It was already ten o'clock in the night, but the wind here was still hot, as if the night had just begun.

Since several rounds of anti-gang operations were carried out in the early 1990s, there may be some local gang forces in small towns, but the dark side of big cities has been suppressed and basically cannot appear under the sun again.

However, people cannot disappear out of thin air. Whether they are the leaders or the people below, those who can escape the anti-gang campaign will quietly "change their careers".

Song Song was wearing a dark blue school uniform, which was bloated and immature, and looked not suitable, and was even more incompatible with the "entertainment venues" with flashing neon lights around him.

He didn't realize that he had the label of "lost lamb" all over his body. Instead, the tall girl standing outside the hair salon bit her cigarette and went forward to meet him with a smile and shouted, "Hello sister."

His eyebrows and eyes are good-looking, as if he is born with a smile, which makes people easily let go of their guard and involuntarily want to get close to him.

The tall girl raised her eyebrows and persuaded her with a rare kindness: "Little brother, this is not where you should come."

Song Song said: "I'll go find someone, and I'll leave after I find it." After that, he praised again, "Sister, your lipstick looks so good today. I just saw the promotion of the model competition at the Guomao Building. This competition is very suitable for my sister. I can try it. What if I can win the championship?"

The tall girl smiled, and the sound of laughter drifted in the night wind filled with the spirit of wine and color: "Little brother is really good at speaking. Don't be too fickle in the future, otherwise your girlfriend will be sad."

Song Song also smiled, said goodbye to the tall girl and walked forward.

He is here to find someone.

When he returned to this year, he could not only do a few failed test papers.

Don’t worry about money, isn’t it easy to make money?

He wants to solve the problem of sending Xiao Hongfei first.

This time, he would never let Hong Fei go to jail no matter what.

Some things are not clear on the right path, so he doesn't mind walking on the side.

Anyway, he has never been a good person.

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Songsong: I smoke, drink, and go to entertainment venues, but I am a good boy!
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