Friday.
4 PM.
At the entrance of the Second Senior High School.
The crowd surged.
The bus stopped at the intersection and the conductor shouted.
Every high school holiday, the buses to various towns would wait at the school gate in advance.
It was both profitable and convenient for the students.
"Cao Lou! Cao Lou!"
"White temple! Two more people and we'll leave immediately!"
Carrying his bag, Yang Zhuo squeezed into the car to go home.
The ticket was 3 yuan.
It was quite expensive.
After the bus drove out of the county town, large green wheat fields appeared on both sides of the road.
A gust of wind blew past, forming a green wave of wheat.
The air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees. It blew into the car through the window, making people feel relaxed and happy.
The bus passed through the village, stopping and going. Students kept getting off.
In the end, there were only three or four people left, including Yang Zhuo.
"Master, stop at the intersection in front.”
"Alright."
After getting off the car, Yang Zhuo carried his bag and stepped on the muddy ground.
There was a special smoke effect when walking.
Every step he took stirred up dust.
He had no choice.
In this era, there was not even an asphalt road in the village, let alone a cement road.
Oh no, it was indeed a "cement road" when it rained.
The kind that couldn't be pulled out even if one stepped in.
On the way home, from afar, the village mainly consisted of one-story red brick houses.
There were only a few two-story houses, and they were all wealthy.
The feeling of being close to home is timid.
Yang Zhuoyue got excited as he walked further in.
"Yang Zhuo is back!"
"Yes! Auntie!"
"Yo, Yang Zhuo, it's already a week?"
"Yes, two days a week."
"Aunt!"
“......”
In the countryside, the neighbors had good relationships.
Yang Zhuo greeted everyone he met on the way back.
At the entrance of the house.
Before Yang Zhuo could stand still, he heard a familiar dog barking from the yard.
"Woof woof!"
"Woof woof!"
He opened the door.
A yellow dog quickly ran to his leg and circled around excitedly.
It kept wagging its tail and whimpering.
"You're drooling on my shoes!"
Although Yang Zhuo didn't like it, he still squatted down and rubbed the dog's head.
This dog was seven or eight years old and was especially close to Yang Zhuo.
When she was young, she would always come forward to "help" when she played with the neighbor's children.
Of course.
They wouldn't really bite people, so they just barked at the side.
At this moment.
A familiar figure appeared in front of Yang Zhuo.
When Zhang Yumin saw her son, she was a little excited."You're back. Are you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry."
Yang Zhuo's voice was trembling.
"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?"
"No, I haven't."
Yang Zhuo quickly adjusted himself and asked,"Where's my dad?"
"He went down to heal himself. He should be back in a while.”
......
At night.
The family sat together and ate.
He even killed a rooster.
Although the condiments were not that complete, the stewed chicken was still very fragrant.
"You're growing. Eat more meat.”
Zhang Yumin put all the good meat into Yang Zhuo's bowl.
Yang Guoqiang took a sip of the white wine and smacked his lips.
Yang Zhuo ate the meat hesitantly.
She didn't know if she should tell them about sprinting now.
Zhang Yumin was still the most meticulous. She knew that her son had something to say when she saw his expression.
"Xiao Zhuo, is there something you want to tell your father and me?”
"Yes."
Yang Zhuo paused for a few seconds and looked at them."I have something to tell you. I've started practicing the 100m sprint.”
"100m sprint?"
Zhang Yumin put down her chopsticks and said unhappily,""What's the use of practicing this? It'll hinder your studies.”
In her opinion, only by studying could one have a way out.
Otherwise, she and Yang Zhuo's father, who had graduated from primary school, could only do hard labor without any education.
"Zhuo, are you trying to practice sports because you can't keep up with your studies? If he couldn't keep up, he had to work harder. He couldn't give up.”
Zhang Yumin continued.
Yang Guoqiang lit a cigarette and took a puff. After a moment of silence, he said,"What do you think? Tell me."
He was different from other parents.
From elementary school to high school, she never asked Yang Zhuo about his studies.
He was only responsible for paying.
He had told Yang Zhuo that learning was for oneself, not for them. Whether they enjoyed happiness or suffered in the future was up to them. They had no ability and could not do much.
Yang Zhuo kept this in mind, so he had been very independent since he was young and had always been good at studying.
He went to the middle school exam by himself and took the exam in the county for two days.
He was also the one who carried his luggage and money to report for the start of high school.
Now.
As he grew older, Yang Guoqiang respected his ideas even more.
Because of this, Yang Zhuo chose to tell her about his sprinting practice.
Otherwise, he would definitely hide it first and wait until he made a name for himself.
"I'm only practicing at night, so I won't delay my classes during the day. If I can make a name for myself, I'll take this path. If I can't, I won't practice next semester.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yumin's heart was relieved.
If it was just delaying the evening self-study, he could barely accept it.
Yang Guoqiang's expression relaxed.
"Let's not talk about it for now. Hurry up and eat.”
"Yes."
Yang Zhuo picked up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth, chewing it,"The home-raised chicken is still the best."
"If it's delicious, then eat more."
......
There was a 17-inch black and white television in the main room.
There was no closed-circuit television cable installed, only an antenna held up by a bamboo pole.
There were very few channels that could be closed.
Other than CCTV-1, there was only Henan Provincial Satellite TV. The rest were all local channels.
There was even a television station in Shuicheng County.
Yang Zhuo's best memory about the black and white TV was that he had borrowed the neighbor's little tyrant to beat Contra on TV.
After his parents turned on the TV, Yang Zhuo stayed in the living room to watch the TV together. He went back to his room.
He slept in the east room.
It was a simple and crude house. It had not even been painted, let alone the ceiling.
He could see the beams at a glance.
Sometimes, he could even see rats wandering on the beams.
The windows were also made of wood, with fertilizer bags pasted on them to prevent rain.
Lying on the wooden bed, Yang Zhuo didn't think much.
She fell asleep quietly.
The next morning.
At dawn, Yang Zhuo got up and walked out of the house.
Running.
Since he was going to sprint, he couldn't be lazy.
He had to exercise every day.
After the warm-up run, he ran with high legs, squats, frog jumps, and so on.
While training, Yang Zhuo suddenly thought of a problem.
Usually, when one started to exercise a lot, their arms and legs would be sore the next day, and it would last for a few days.
This was a normal phenomenon.
As for him, he had completely recovered in a day.
He didn't pay much attention to it when he was in school. Now that he thought about it, could this be the benefit of rebirth?
If it was true, it would definitely be a great thing.
What were athletes most afraid of?
Injuries!
The accumulation of injuries would eventually ruin the future of an athlete.
If one's recovery ability was far beyond that of ordinary people, it would greatly reduce injuries and keep the body in good condition.
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