My brother was basically bluffing in his last two years in high school. He often misses classes all day, goes to the production team to help measure the land, and then adds, subtracts, multiplies and divides. I envy him for fooling around all day. He said whether he understood it or not. Tell the educated youth to return home, but I still know seven things and eight things. Look through his Chinese and math textbooks. What the hell is it called? Aren't we in the countryside? Life there is as meaningful as the book says. Suddenly resumed the college entrance examination in 77. My brother is said to be a good student at school, but he can't even read. Later, I continued to attend cram school, but the admission score has been lagging behind. Later, I was finally admitted to the regional secondary school score line, and I also went to the school for an interview, but in the end I was replaced by the son of a village cadre. In those years, such things were not uncommon. My heart has recovered. Others introduced their girlfriends, and the married sister-in-law was able to manage the house and soon added offspring. I will camp in my hometown more often.

My village runs a junior high school according to the scale. Each semester, the county education bureau sends a public teacher to live on campus as the principal, and the rest are private teachers obtained in the village. That year, my brother returned to the village to start teaching and became a math teacher in our junior high school class. At that time, I always thought that the math class was too simple, and the little things assigned by my brother were finished three times, five times and two times. He never tires of talking about the past. It's really boring Later, a classmate lent me a novel called "Bitter Cabbage Flower", and I hid under the table to read it secretly. Maybe it's because it's my brother. I dare to peek at novels in math class because my dignity as a teacher is not enough. And every time he asks questions in class, I always answer them correctly, but we don't apologize to him because we are teachers. At that time, my brother was already the pillar of my mother's family, and I discussed everything with him. Sometimes when they are talking, when I come in, they stop talking. But my brother is a good friend. I was reading a novel at home and he covered for me. My mother still doesn't know, or she may pretend not to know. One day I was watching bitter cauliflower in class, and my brother walked slowly towards us with a textbook in his hand. By the way, I stopped sitting in the front row because I jumped up, even though I was the first in our class every semester, and I took my mother home with certificates and prizes. At this time, something strange happened, as if we had discussed it in advance. My brother paused beside me, reached out and gently took the bitter cauliflower into his hand. I seem to have turned the page I was reading and handed him the book. Then my brother left naturally as if nothing had happened. In the next few days, my brother never confronted me directly, neither criticizing nor explaining. It's nothing. Later, I quietly begged him, brother, please give me back the book. I borrowed someone else's to return. He made an excuse to cross the line and didn't tell me anything. I have never seen that book again. It is strange that the students who borrowed it never asked me for it. Many years later, I asked my brother several times, but he didn't give me a mysterious answer. He just smiled.

Although my brother is timid and shy, he loves to study hard. He saved money and spent all his limited money on books. Since the bitter cauliflower incident, my attention has shifted to the set of advanced mathematics in my brother's room. I think that book is much more interesting than our textbook. In fact, I did all the plane geometry problems I could find at that time, and nothing could attract my attention anymore. I'm just curious about the brand-new advanced mathematics theory. Not asking for answers is like reading a story book. As a math teacher, my brother said nothing. But our head teacher, Miss Jiao, thinks I am smart and not practical. But at that time, I was very dissatisfied with the class teacher. His daughter is really stupid in my class. He also took the opportunity to boast that his daughter was like a baby egg, which made everyone very unconvinced. 1978 Xu Chi, a poet, wrote a long report entitled Goldbach Conjecture, which was published in People's Daily. In it, Chen Jingrun, a researcher of China Academy of Sciences, wrote a paper with more than 100 pages to prove Goldbach Conjecture 1+2 after six years of research. Teacher Jiao read the newspaper to us all afternoon. At that time, the whole country was quietly brewing great scientific changes, but rural children like me in remote corners were ignorant. The teacher dropped a bombshell on our young and ignorant hearts that day. Up to now, I can still hear Mr. Jiao's serious voice. At last, I didn't forget to glance in my direction, saying that if anyone thinks they can go to the juvenile class, they will recommend it upwards. On the surface, I pretended that there was nothing to worry about, which was very frustrating.

Soon after, before the county began to rise, there was a math and physics competition. Our village school recommended three students to participate, and only I was directly admitted to the county key No.1 middle school. The other two were admitted to the same middle school through formal examinations. Another person was admitted to the worst high school that year, and all the remaining 80 students died. After that, my brother and I parted ways, getting farther and farther, and occasionally seeing this face is still very close. But I will never go back to my youth.

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