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When I was in junior high school, my tactics for pursuing someone were simple: I would give some snacks and milk tea, then casually suggest going out to play on a weekend. That was basically it, there was nothing romantic about it.
However, during my school days, I did witness something that could be considered romantic. There was a boy who got into a fight with someone else for a girl. The incident escalated and involved some troublemakers from outside the school, who we called "big brothers" at the time.
The school quickly found out about the fight because of the involvement of people from outside the school, so they couldn't handle it alone. It eventually went to the police station. The boy who got beaten up was seriously injured, and his family demanded compensation no matter what. I don't remember the exact amount, but I do know that the boy who did the beating ended up dropping out of school after that incident. As for the girl, she never appeared throughout the whole ordeal, and the reason for the fight was simply two men fighting over a woman.
Looking back now, perhaps the matter escalated to a fight outside of school wasn't just about a woman, but rather a matter of male dignity from ancient times to the present. No one was willing to back down, as if once they did, all the previous progress would have been in vain.
When I was in the third year of junior high school, the country began to implement a major action to eradicate organized crime. In that year, the so-called organized crime groups inside and outside the school seemed to disappear from our sight. At that time, I thought they were really tired of playing, turned over a new leaf, and learned a trade as my mother said, living a solid life. But later I found out that those big brothers who were no longer in contact and the organized crime groups that no longer came to collect protection fees had all been arrested.
My youth was not particularly passionate, so I have always been fantasizing about a story, until one day I learned about a real event that happened in our county town.
At that time, I had just graduated from junior high school with poor grades, and I was studying in the first year of a vocational high school. In that vocational school where no one cared, my friends and I skipped classes and played around almost every day. One day, a friend suddenly said to us, "Chen Peng is dead..." At first, I thought he was joking again, as we often made such ridiculous jokes. But as I looked at his serious expression and saw that none of my other friends responded, my heart sank.
In the end, I couldn't help but ask, "How... how did he die?"
"He was stabbed to death, and couldn't be saved in the hospital..."
I was speechless for a long time. I first met Chen Peng in the first year of junior high school. At that time, I liked to go to those dark internet cafes where you didn't need to be an adult to go online. It was there that I met Chen Peng. My impression of him was that he didn't like to talk much, but sometimes he would make some dry jokes. He dropped out of junior high school, and when I was in the second year, he went to a martial arts school. After that, I only saw him once, after he graduated from the martial arts school. He said he had found a big brother and was planning to follow him. I nodded and said, "You have to take care of me when you make it big."
I didn't expect that to be the last time I saw him. The older brother he was following asked him to take a few people to teach a 19-year-old boy a lesson. I don't know what their grudge was, but I do know that Chen Peng went too far, smashing a bottle and stabbing the person in the chest, sending him to the hospital. Chen Peng is actually quite kind-hearted, and if it weren't for his family situation, he wouldn't have gone down this path. After running away, Chen Peng couldn't rest easy and secretly went to the hospital. Unexpectedly, he was discovered by the boy's friends. The friends got angry and chased Chen Peng outside, where one of them stabbed him with a folding knife. The person was sentenced to a suspended death penalty, but later it seems the sentence was changed to life imprisonment. From that moment on, my understanding of youth became even more confused.
It seems like youth is blood.
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