The Secret of Misfortune and Love

Part One: Spring Breeze Turns into Rain

2005 is the fifth year of human beings entering the 21st century. In the second semester of the second year of junior high school, a transfer student came to Class 7 of the second year of the township township middle school. The news aroused heated discussions as soon as it went away. After all, he was a transfer student from a big international city. It's rare to see school students in such a rural place.

Most of the students in the town come from the surrounding villages. There are only two or three surnames in a village. Most of the students come from elementary school together. They know where they live, so such a transfer student feels very fresh.

This is the first spring rain in the new year, and there is a tendency for everything to recover. Although it is already March in Yangchun, the temperature is not very high. The air is fresh and cool after the rain. The small campus is not a concrete playground. The playground is full of mud, and it is impossible to play. After class, students can only fight in the corridor outside the classroom.

A black car slowly drove into the campus. In this era when cars were not yet popular in rural areas, such a 05 Buick Regal immediately attracted the attention of many students. You must know that the principal drove a very Old Santana.

The rear door opened, and a little boy about thirteen or fourteen years old came down from above. He had short black hair and was not very tall. He was wearing a black sports suit and Nike navy light blue and black sneakers. His eyes were big. , especially thick eyelashes, carrying a black backpack, the whole person gives a well-behaved feeling.

The students climbed on the railing of the corridor and stared at this strange face curiously. Many of the children were only fourteen or fifteen years old, and they were in the countryside. Dena soled black cloth shoes.

Teacher Wang, the head teacher of Class 7 of the second grade, greeted him, and immediately confirmed the speculation of many students that this child was the legendary transfer student.

"Hey, Qingkong, wake up, a transfer student came to our class today, so the rumored guy came to our class!"

The sleepy teenager who was sleeping on the desk sat up sleepily and raised his eyelids, "Oh! Where is he?"

"I'm in the office with Lao Wangba, I think I'll be here soon." Yin Dali, who is also a good buddy at the next table, said with a smile. When it comes to the name, Yin Dali almost blames his parents to death, why are they all from the same village? They are all named Yin. Although Yin Qingkong's parents didn't say how literary the names were, they were also very pleasant. My own parents gave them a bad name like an old scalper who can't finish his work.

Regarding his complaints, parents snorted, your father is still called Yin Maokeng, your uncle is called Yin Maodung, this name cannot be chosen too well, the more vulgar the name, the less disasters, long-term peace, children understand what?How nice is his family name?Is the sky still clear, Wukong?null?In the end, everything is empty, which is not a good word, you know?

"Ang!" Yin Qingkong groaned and fell back to sleep. He is the unstoppable No.1 in the class, counting down!The main thing to do in school every day is to sleep, from the first class to the last class, plus he is tall, standing a head taller than his peers, and fights fiercely, so he is a bully on campus, no one dares to provoke him .

Yi Luoran followed Teacher Wang into the class with her schoolbag on her back. The originally noisy class immediately quieted down, all eyes were on him, the newcomer. The young man clenched his fingers, feeling a little uneasy.

The class teacher gave a brief introduction and handed the chalk to Iloran.

He wrote on the blackboard: Yi Luoran, three neat italic characters.

The students below started discussing immediately, one is that the handwriting is really beautiful, just like what is written on the stickers that sell for two yuan a copy in the school canteen, and the other is the name, the surname Yi, is rare, does it have this surname? ?Some children with little literacy even thought that it was the same character as Yin Qingkong, and the name was also very strange. What does it mean?

The head teacher nodded secretly, obviously very satisfied and proud of the child's calligraphy.

"Hi everyone, my name is Yi Luoran, I am 13 years old, please take care of me." Yi Luoran bowed politely, and the noise broke out again.

This town speaks a lot of dialects, and the teacher usually lectures in some dialects, and this standard Mandarin also feels very fresh.

"Here, you can sit in the empty seat in the last row first, and the seat will be adjusted after the monthly exam in two days." The head teacher pointed to the empty seat beside Yin Qingkong, and then looked at Hantian who was still sleeping on the desk. The young man in the dark couldn't help shaking his head.

This class is a math self-study class, and the substitute teacher is the head teacher. After he announced the self-study, he went to the office to deal with things, and confessed to the students that they should be kind and helpful to the new students.

As soon as Yi Luoran sat down, the students in the row in front turned around and chatted with him, asking questions in a fluent dialect, and the other students in front also turned their faces and listened.

"Sorry, speak slowly, I can't quite understand." The young man still struggled to understand the dialect.

"You're only thirteen and you're in the second year of junior high?"

"Well, yes... yes, I skipped grades."

"Wow, that's amazing. I heard you're from a big city? Is it Beijing? Have you ever seen the sky, Anmen?"

"Well, I have been, but I didn't live in Beijing for a long time. From the fourth grade to the first grade, I studied in Tokyo, Japan." Yi Luoran answered honestly.

But this answer immediately caused an uproar. The various anti-Japanese texts such as the Marco Polo Bridge Incident that I had just learned in the textbooks, everyone was hostile and grudged against Japan.

Some students even choked directly, "No wonder you are so short, it turns out you are a little Japanese."

The students chattered a lot, and Yi Luo lowered her head, feeling very at a loss for the sudden hostility, and dared not make a sound.

"Damn! It's so noisy, can you let people sleep? Who will try to make a fuss!"

Suddenly the person who was sleeping next to him stood up abruptly, and the one-yuan iron pencil case slapped loudly on the desk, pointing in front of him and spitting all over the place.

But the momentum is absolutely strong, after all, he is the bully on campus, and it is said that Yin Qingkong also has a younger uncle, who is already a high school student, and is also the bully on campus, so the class immediately quieted down, and the students in front of them dared not speak out, and began to turn over The textbooks are used to do the questions honestly, and some of them tear off two pages of the math homework book and cross them into a grid page, and draw circles with strokes to play backgammon.

Yin Qingkong yawned and sat down, propping his chin lazily with one hand, and glanced at the three neatly written words 'Yi Luoran' on the blackboard.