That year, Wang Zhe was sixteen years old. His uncle who worked in the city sent a message back, saying that he had recently been transferred to a newly completed school to burn boilers, and he had made an agreement with the leader to let him borrow it. So Wang Zhe took a train alone for a day and came to this emerging industrial town by the sea. That day was August 27th. After receiving five hundred yuan from his uncle, Wang Zhe reported to school carrying simple luggage.
Wang Zhe, who wears a pothead that is common in rural areas, a blue shirt, a pair of baggy yellow military trousers, and black cloth shoes, walked into Fengxiang No. 7 Middle School, which is known as the newest school in the city.
Wang Zhe held Huang Jun's bag and stood at the gate looking at the school. It stood there like an open book, with yellow and green walls shining in the sun. In my eyes, the five-story building was as high as the ancient tombs on the east slope of my hometown, but there were no wild flowers floating in the wind on it. There were a few more decorative railings, and a few red banners hung from the top down. On the left it read "Hot..."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
