Strange Life of a Cat

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and after the teachers of each class went out, the students in the classroom also started to move.

Along the corridor outside a long row of classrooms, the teachers who passed by with their textbooks and the students who came out for activities looked at the two people standing in the corridor curiously, and there were some mocking and contemptuous glances among them. In the eyes of the students, those who are punished by the teacher to stand are "bad students". Naturally, they will not be very friendly to the bad students. Some students who pass by are too lazy to look sideways and ignore them completely.

Among the two punished students, the student on the left had a smiling face and looked a little unscrupulous. This person was also well-known in several nearby classes, because of his thick skin, he belonged to the category of repeat offenders, a typical crane tail. At this moment, this person was talking to his classmates who came out of the classroom, and he didn't feel the slightest sense of being punished to stand. For him, this was commonplace and not a big deal.

The person on the right lowered his head, expressionless. Of course, because he lowered his head, even if he had an expression, he would not let his classmates see it.

"Hey, why are these two people in your class being punished to stand?" Someone from the next class whispered to someone they knew here.

"Song Ning from our class, do you know?" The person who was asked gave a "you know" look.

Several students around had expressions of "Oh, that's how it is".

Song Ning from Class 3 is beautiful, has good grades, and has a good personality. Every time she takes the exam, she is in the top ten, and the teachers in each class mention it in the class. There are many people who chase after her, but Song Ning doesn't mean anything at all, and she belongs to the typical good student category.

In less than half a day, Jiao Wei and Cheng Feng from class three got into a fight because of Song Ning and were punished by the class teacher to stand all morning. The whole grade knew about it. There were quite a few gossipers in every class. Half a day was enough time for them to know about it.

Standing there, Cheng Feng was still in the mood to talk to the passing classmates, so he let out a "tch", pouted his mouth towards Jiao Wei, and complained to a few close friends: "Crazy, I really can't take jokes." Sometimes he spoke a little casually, but he didn't expect to make a joke casually, and Jiao Wei would fight with himself.

After the morning class, after school, the two were led by the head teacher to the office to continue their education.

Facing the spitting reprimand from the head teacher, both of them lowered their heads, but their moods were completely different. One felt that it didn't matter, and it was enough to endure the reprimand, while the other felt embarrassed.

Standing in the corridor for people to "watch" for half a day in the morning, Jiao Wei already felt embarrassing enough, and now he was being scolded by the head teacher. Hearing the head teacher's more and more harsh words, Jiao Wei clenched his fists. His sensitive self-esteem had been whipped again and again, and something seemed to explode in his heart.

"Do you know what you look like? You are like rat droppings that fell into a pot of good porridge! If you are bad, you will bring the whole class to follow you to embarrass yourself, just like the famous Xiao Xiao who used to be in your junior high school, scum! Social trash!"

The head teacher is very young, just thirty years old. I heard that he graduated from a famous teacher training college in the country. He has only been a head teacher for two years. Some people said that the head teacher didn't understand euphemism, was rather mean and ruthless. Today Jiao Wei and Cheng Feng collided again, and he wouldn't stop until he had a good time training, and he didn't even think about eating lunch.

The homeroom teacher didn't expect the people in front of him to dare to resist. Even Cheng Feng, an "old fritter", was pulled over for training no less than ten times without any accidents. Unexpectedly, during the training, suddenly there was a sound on the table.

The teacher's table in front of him was overturned, and the person who overturned the table was Jiao Wei who usually had no "bad deeds". Even Cheng Feng, an "old fritter", stared round in surprise.

The head teacher reacted quickly, and after being dazed, he became even angrier. He looked at Jiao Wei and said, "What do you want? Lift the table, heh! You have a bigger temper than me! I can't even ask you a few words? If you have the ability, don't come to school!!"

Jiao Wei turned around and walked out, ignoring what the head teacher said behind him.

So, on the same day, Jiao Wei got into a fight with his classmates, stood in the corridor outside the class for a long time, and then flipped the table with the head teacher. Soon, the head teacher asked Jiao Wei's parents to come over and talk.

In the afternoon, Jiao Wei went back to their shop near the school to rent a room. He didn’t go to school, but his parents got a call from the head teacher to talk to him. They came back and talked to Jiao Wei, but they still didn’t want to scold them. . The head teacher didn't want to really poke it up, it really made everyone know, isn't it the ones who are ashamed and the class they lead? But at that time, a school leader happened to pass by, so he caught him and didn't let him go.

"Go and buy some high-end things. The people here in this town are no better than those in our village. They have higher vision. If you have dinner, you can go to that mansion or royal court. I heard that it is high-end, so please go there for dinner. Is five thousand yuan enough? How about I go get some more?"

Jiao Wei's parents were discussing, and when they took the money from the cabinet, they happened to be seen by Jiao Wei who came out.

He heard what his parents said just now, looking at the wad of money in his father's hand, he didn't know what it was like. Parents get up early and stay late every day, eager to break up a dime into several shares, but at this time they took the money decisively, without hesitation at all. Five thousand yuan was a busy few months for their family.

After entering high school, he didn't focus on his studies. Jiao Wei has always been ranked in the middle and lower reaches, and he didn't think about how many books he must study in the future. When he came out, he really thought about not studying in the future, and doing something on his own. Many people in the village went out to work, and they could send a lot of money home every year. There were also many junior high school students who did not study, and none of them could not survive.

"Don't go, I won't read anymore." Jiao Wei said hoarsely.

"What are you talking about, kid? How can you not read it?!" Jiao Wei's mother was the first to strongly object, and the most frugal woman in normal times objected firmly at this time.

"Yes, we have to read, it's okay, you wait at home first, I'll go find a teacher, don't worry." Jiao Wei's father said.

Jiao Wei's father usually likes to talk about the friend who went to teach at Chuhua University in the provincial capital. Compared with himself, he naturally hopes that Jiao Wei can learn from others to study big books. The couple used to serve the land, and later started a small business. Although they are barely considered businessmen, their temperament is still the same as before.

Jiao Wei has seen some people in their school go to the school leaders. In a word, with the style of those leaders, low-level citizens like them should take two things when they ask for help, bring money with gifts, no self-esteem, and no backbone.

After his parents went out, Jiao Wei didn't stay at home, he felt so terrified, feeling aggrieved, regretful, guilty, resentful, and other inexplicable things, wanted to cry for no reason, but couldn't.

Unable to stay in the house, Jiao Wei simply went out, walking aimlessly.

It was already dark at night, Jiao Wei walked through the brightly lit streets, continued along the increasingly deserted road, took a rest where he was tired, and continued walking. The further you go, the wider the road is. This side is farther away from the town center, and the design is more reasonable. There are not many people on both sides of the street that is wider than the town center. It is far less prosperous than the other side.

I don't know how long I walked, but when I reached the outskirts of the city, the road was no longer smooth and wide, there were no street lights, and there were large tracts of farmland on both sides.

Under the moonlight, the crops in the farmland swayed with the wind, and from time to time there were cat meows or other strange sounds. For many people, this scene was a bit gloomy, but Jiao Wei may be in his mood now, and he didn't feel scared.

Obviously in a complicated mood, and he didn't know what was going on in his head, Jiao Wei stared at the farmland in front of him all night, without feeling sleepy at all. It was still a bit cold at night, but Jiao Wei survived and just sat there.

There were very few people walking on the outskirts of the city, and there were not many cars passing by throughout the night. Only a few people appeared until dawn, and looked curiously at Jiao Wei who was sitting next to him, but they didn't go over to talk to him.

Jiao Wei thought for a whole night but couldn't come up with any clues. He was a little dazed now, and he was afraid to go home or meet people he knew. Could he continue to stay here?

At this time, there was a chug sound, and a motorcycle passed by. Probably because the roads in this area are not easy to walk, and the speed of the car is not fast.

Originally, Jiao Wei didn't intend to pay attention, but unexpectedly, the motorcycle drove past and then came back, stopping a few steps away from Jiao Wei.

"Jiao Wei?" The person in the car took off his helmet and asked.

Seeing Jiao Weiwei passing by, the people in the car were overjoyed, "Oh, it's really you, what's the matter, playing truant? Today is not the weekend."

Jiao Wei really didn't expect to see this guy here.

This is Jiao Wei's junior high school classmate, who is also the "who's called Xiao" who mentioned the "thugs", "scumbags" and "social garbage" when their head teacher reprimanded him yesterday.

Xiao gangster's grades have always been poor. Although he is not the last one, he is also a low-ranking student. He stares at the book impatiently. He hasn't read it since he graduated from junior high school. In the past two years, Jiao Wei has met this person several times, but he hasn't spoken to him, so it's not like he doesn't know him.

Now Jiao Wei doesn't want to pay attention to this person, he doesn't want to say a word now, and he doesn't want to see people he knows.

Little gangster Xiao didn't care about Jiao Wei's attitude. He stood leaning on his small broken motorcycle, took out a cigarette and smoked it slowly, his feet were still shaking, and he seemed to have a kind of cheap complacency and gloating. Then he seemed to say: Xiao Mian, I didn't expect you to have today, isn't it miserable?

Jiao Wei didn't respond, Xiao Xiao gangster talked about it on his own, talking about some small businesses and achievements after graduation, and by the way, hurt Jiao Wei and his former classmates.

After talking for a long time, Jiao Wei didn't make a sound, Xiao Xiao gangster smacked his lips.

"Jiao Wei, I know that you people look down on me, and I don't care about you. I have nothing to do with what you think, but now that I've met you, and seeing how messy you are, I'll just say a few words. You can listen to it or not."

Gangster Xiao held the cigarette between his fingers and flicked the butt skillfully.

"My brain can't learn the advanced things you read, and I didn't go to high school. In your eyes, I am a gangster, but can anyone be a gangster? Some people are a gangster all their lives, from a pool of good water to a stinky quagmire, and then completely rotten. But some people can be a gangster! Do you know what a gangster is?"

Jiao Wei still didn't make a sound, but turned his head to the side, looking at his junior high school classmate.

Seeing that Jiao Wei finally had a reaction, Xiao gangster got even more excited. Throwing away the cigarette butt and grinding it with the tip of his toes, he raised his chin toward the field, "Do you know what that is?"

Jiao prestige has passed, and the rising sun has begun to reveal, showing the vitality of the initial morning.

"Chaoyang?" Jiao Wei said.

"Tsk," Xiao Xiao gangster snorted disdainfully.

Little gangster Xiao no longer leaned on the motorcycle, but took a step towards the field, looked at the large field in sight, raised his hand and nodded: "There, there, and a large area over there will be mine!"

"You want to farm here?" Jiao Wei doesn't look down on farming, his family also farms, but, based on what he knows about Little Gangster Xiao, he really can't think of why this guy buys land.

Little gangster Xiao choked on Jiao Wei's words "farming the land". He really wanted to say "pig brains", but when he thought of this person's grades in the high school entrance examination, he swallowed the words he was about to say, and said instead: "With your brains, you can only study. Don't think about my career. You can't play it, and don't think about working like others to do business, you will definitely be cheated."

Facing the large field, Xiao Gang raised his arms with a look of intoxication.

"Jiao Wei, do you believe this place will become a bustling area and the new town center?"

Jiao Wei looked at the large farmland in front of him and shook his head. He couldn't imagine it.

Little gangster Xiao just gave a "superficial" look and didn't explain. Instead, he looked at the farmland and continued: "Many people said to me, 'You have missed the best era of rising, and now you want to rise, it's too late', but I don't accept it! What's too late? Not too late!"

As he said that, Little Gangster Xiao got excited, "You look down on me? Bah! I still look down on you guys! At least I know what I want to do and how I should go in the future, do you know? What else do you know besides being in the nerd classroom all day long, and doing whatever the teacher tells you to do? Have you found your own way? It will take at least a few years to find your own way. Now, my starting point is higher than yours. Without that ability, some people like to run around aimlessly even if they are driving a sports car, besides, maybe my small motorcycle will be replaced by a big one in the future?"

If it were someone else, they might not be able to understand these words, but Jiao Wei did. A Chinese teacher in his class made an analogy before. He said that everyone’s starting point is the same, but some people drive at a high speed when they set off, while others drag a wooden cart. Even though the starting point is the same, the speed is naturally different. However, knowledge is a kind of armed force.

And people like Xiao gangster are negative teaching materials in the mouths of teachers of various subjects. It is no wonder that Xiao gangster is so resentful. It seems that he has a very clear impression of himself in the hearts of the teachers.

When the little gangster Xiao had vented enough of his grievances and expressed his ambitions, he took a breath and looked at Jiao Wei sideways, "There is an old saying, 'Fly high and see far', don't flap your wings twice and feel that you have done your best. You can only know how high you can fly by flying first. When you encounter a little grievance, you feel like the sky is falling.

Little gangster Xiao paused for a moment, and then uttered a sentence in English in his standard dialect accent: "I'machunyemer!"

Jiao Wei: "..."

Little gangster Xiao said enough was enough, he still regretted his life when he got on his motorcycle and put on his helmet.

Jiao Wei stood up with some difficulty, and moved his legs that were numb from sitting for a long time: "Give me a ride."

"Fuck you, we have different ways, don't take it! I will drive my little broken motorcycle and leave first, you little bastard. You should go back and build your high-intellectual planes. You can only do this with your brain. If you find the right direction, fly quickly. Of course, you can come back to work for me when the time comes. For the sake of my junior high school classmates, I will give you a higher salary..." Before he finished speaking, he drove his little broken motorcycle and chug away.

Looking at the motorcycle flying away in the dust, and looking at the endless road, Jiao Wei suddenly realized that he seemed to have really run far. I didn't see any cars on this road anymore, so I had to walk back by myself.

A cat sprang out from the nearby field, looked at Jiao Wei, and then continued to run across the field to catch the swinging leaves.

On the other side of the field, on the side of the blue-brick residential houses that shrunk in sight, someone yelled "Mi--" a few times, followed by the sound of knocking on the rice bowl.

The cat who was playing with grass leaves in the field immediately stood up and ran over there, barking as it ran, as if responding.

Raising his hand to block the sunlight, Jiao Wei took a deep breath and walked back along the road. I didn't stay at home all night, and I didn't call on the phone. My parents probably stayed up all night in a hurry.

...

ten years later.

A car was parked at the gate of Chuhua University, and Jiao Wei got out of the car. He followed his doctoral supervisor to a company with a cooperative project to deal with some matters. The supervisor had a house nearby, and when he came back, he sent Jiao Wei along the way.

After Jiao Wei went to his small restaurant for a meal, he entered the school gate. He had a few copies that needed to be taken to the courtyard for stamping.

Jiao Wei didn't walk too far along the main road of the campus when he heard someone calling him. Following the sound, he saw a man with a smiling face running towards him.

"Hey, Cheng Feng, why didn't you call me when you came here?" Jiao Wei said to the visitor with a smile.

"The company organized training here, and I thought you weren't here. Didn't you say something happened a while ago? Did you just come back?" Cheng Feng wiped the sweat from his brow, "It's cadre training, but there's even military training. Damn, I haven't been trained like this since I was a freshman. It's so hot. Fortunately, there are so many female students in your school... The quality of female students in your school is very good. The school I attended at that time was mainly engineering, and the girls in it looked like toads. It's already been booked... Hey, look at that, that girl has a good figure, look at it, look at it!"

"Don't you all have wives?" Jiao Wei asked.

"Hey, isn't this by your side? Look at how serious you are, you don't make progress at all." As he spoke, Cheng Feng's eyes wandered over to the girls who walked over.

Jiao Wei smiled, Cheng Feng just talked like this, he did not know how many fights he had before, but he became familiar with him later. It was like that when I was a student, my nose was bruised and my face was swollen on the court, maybe I will call them brothers in the next game. Who hasn't done a few obscene things before? Teenagers have the impulsiveness of teenagers, and adults have the way of thinking of adults. After going out of school for a few years, they are naturally more mature in looking at people and things. What happened in high school? At that time, it was all trivial frictions, straight to the point, and a man would not bother about the old things. When you get out of school and enter the society, you will find that people who call you brothers one moment can stab you the next moment. The friendship in high school can be maintained until now, and I still cherish it.

At a high school reunion last year, Cheng Feng even took Jiao Wei to drink, not only Cheng Feng, but also Jiao Wei and his head teacher. Back then, the head teacher who was strict in doing things, scolding, scathing and full of thorns has changed now. During his career as a head teacher for more than ten years, students from one class to another have their own insights. During the class reunion, he talked with Jiao Wei and Cheng Feng about the past. The three of them were quite calm.

While clinking glasses with the head teacher of the high school, Cheng Feng also said: "Old class, you still said that we are social trash. Look, aren't we all social elites now?"

The homeroom teacher also laughed, "I was so angry back then, and I am also pleased that you are doing this now. Speaking of which, at that time, you all listened to me when I lectured you..." When it came to this, the homeroom teacher looked at Jiao Wei.

Jiao Wei "coughed" and rubbed his nose, remembering the thing about flipping the table against the head teacher back then.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, I'm also responsible." The homeroom teacher touched Jiao Wei with the glass, took a sip, and said, "You're also fighting for it. When you were admitted to Chuhua University, the principal was so happy to take the wine from his collection and drag your dad to drink it a few times."

After drinking the wine in the glass, when Cheng Feng was pouring the wine, the head teacher smiled and said: "I really miss you in the past, unlike now, those students can't say no to touch, coquettish, just say a few words and then go to pull parents over to quarrel, or use the mobile phone to swear..."

Regardless of whether it was a good grade in the class, or the one at the end of the crane, that middle-aged man who had already lost his top, one by one, he recognized the former students who had changed greatly, and recalled everyone's affairs. Those were the students he taught.

In addition to the head teacher back then, Xiao Ganghun, who has now become the big boss, has also changed. The farmland area back then has become the new economic center of the town. Not only in the town, Xiao Hunhun has made his mark in the city.

Speaking of Xiao Hunhun, although Cheng Feng was not in the same class as Jiao Wei and Xiao Hunhun in junior high school, he still knew Xiao Hunhun and had contact with him later.

"Some time ago, at my little nephew's birthday party, when I went back to my hometown, I ran into the gangster Xiao. The kid was driving a big car. He looked like a dog. He came out and wandered around with bodyguards behind him. I heard that he was a famous entrepreneur in the city. He often contacted the city leaders. He was related to the boss in the newly built building in the city. By the way, the gangster Xiao said that he would invite us to eat at his newly opened hotel during the Chinese New Year." Cheng Feng said.

"This may have disappointed you." Jiao Wei regretted.

"What's the matter?" Before Jiao Wei could speak, Cheng Feng made a "stop" gesture: "Don't tell me about this project or that project, I don't understand, just explain it clearly."

"I will go abroad in December this year. I will do a project with my mentor's former teacher. It will take about two years to come back. I was supposed to go out last year, but I have something to do here."

"Two years... post-doctoral fellow?" Cheng Feng felt quite regretful, and probably couldn't keep up with his marriage to Jiao Wei, "Then two years are over? Stay abroad? Or come back?"

"Come back, I plan to stay in school."

"Hey, that's good too. It's not far from our company. I can often come to drink with you." Cheng Feng said with a smile, paused, and then winked at Jiao Wei: "I heard that Song Ning is studying for a doctorate here?"

"Well, but at the School of Management."

"Don't fool me, tell me something I don't know, huh? What's the relationship between us, buddy! There's nothing to be embarrassed about..."

Jiao Wei smiled and looked at the road ahead, without speaking.

The tall sycamore trees on both sides cover the scorching sun above the head, only a few tiny spots of light are sprinkled, and the gusts of wind blow through, dissipating a lot of the heat brought by the scorching heat in August.

Ten years ago, the gangster on a broken motorcycle pointed at the large farmland and talked about his glorious future; ten years ago, the man next to him had a fight with himself, and he stood in the corridor with a bruised nose and face as punishment, and the two looked at each other disgustingly;

Walking along this sycamore tree road, Jiao Wei suddenly recalled the first time he came here, that day, a black cat led him through here...

"Hey, your school is very harmonious."

Cheng Feng's words pulled Jiao Wei's thoughts back, and he looked in the direction Cheng Feng pointed. Jiao Wei saw the large lawn near the East District compound. There, under the camphor tree on the edge of the lawn, a young man sat casually on the grass, holding a thick book, staring at the pages like a class enemy.

Beside the young man lay three cats, all of which Jiao Wei knew. The chubby cihuamao lay there peacefully, dozing leisurely with eyes closed, Ah Huang was rubbing his back on the grass, and the sheriff was flapping his paws as if he had found something on the lawn.

Looking at it, the young man buckled the book on the grass, rubbed Ah Huang who had rubbed it like dough a few times, and then rolled on the grass, crying softly while rolling: "It's hard, it's so hard~~"

Seeing this scene, Cheng Feng sighed with emotion: "Oh, how wonderful it is to be a cat. There are not so many troubles. You don't need to memorize, you don't need to take exams, you don't need to train in hot weather, you don't need to write down your experience, and no one will criticize you if you don't write well."

"Is it okay to be a cat?" Jiao Wei asked.

"I don't know, I've never been one before." Cheng Feng laughed.

How about being a cat?

Who knows.

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