Boiler room Lao Zhang

Lao Zhang in the boiler room, everyone calls him Master Zhang, but I am still used to calling him Lao Zhang.

If you live with the lame, you will learn to limp. There is no need to quote this, it is just right to describe Lao Zhang. He faces coal all day. Lao Zhang's face is already dark. When I was in the second grade, I thought he was not tall. In the second grade of junior high school, I still thought he was not tall, but he was strong. He waved a big shovel of coal and went into the boiler without spilling any. I secretly tried it once, and almost no one flew into the boiler.

Xingcai Middle School is a boarding school. It was the only boarding school in the county at that time. At that time, it was called military management and nine-year compulsory education. I spent more than half my time here, listening to mosquitoes and birds in this forest and watching the sky surge.

The first time I saw Lao Zhang was the night after I entered school. Auntie organized us to take a bath in the bathroom, and brought a change of clothes and toiletries. Aunt asked her old classmates to take us there.

The school is located by the river. There are two teaching buildings with three floors each, and the rest are bungalows. The boiler room is located in the included angle between the dining hall and the dining hall, giving consideration to the functions of boiling water and toilet. This is our favorite place to go in winter and summer. At that time, there was no air conditioning in classrooms and dormitories. It's cold in winter and I want to dance naked in summer.

We walked to the door of the boiler room and saw a small door left unlocked in the corner, so we were ready to go in.

Hey, line up. A cold voice stopped us. Lao Zhang came out of the boiler room with a dark face and a mole in the corner of his eye, which was ugly.

"I didn't see anyone, one came out and one went in." Lao Zhang preached again. We just looked at the person sitting next to us. It turned out that they were waiting in line, thinking they were waiting for someone.

We had to retreat timidly.

Don't come to the queue yet. Lao Zhang yelled at the wall again, so they had to get up and get the basin.

When we stood up straight, Lao Zhang glanced into the room and took out a bench. He sat at the door, the dim light shining on his dark face, as if Bao Qingtian were still alive.

After a while, the door opened and two girls came out. Two men standing in front of them came in on airs. Lao Zhang glared and said, "You two are women."

We all laughed with a snow. These two people are newcomers. They are retired and look aggrieved.

The door opened again, and this time a bunch of people came out, all men. To our surprise, we finally got in, and we swarmed in.

"What's the hurry? I don't know how to let others come out first. "

We shrank to one side again, and Lao Zhang was really rude.

Finally, I had to go in. On the second day of coming to this school, I began to miss the days of rolling in the ravine.

Lao Zhang stood up and led us into the door, turned left and walked straight for two steps. Here we are. At that time, I didn't think that this humble little door and uncle in front of me would make me miss it so far.

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In the men's bathroom where I have been bathing for seven years, there is a white tile floor half the size of a classroom, two shelves for clothes at the door, and more than a dozen faucets on the left and right sides. More than 1000 gay men in the school spend their spring, summer, autumn and winter on these faucets. Until the school moved to the new campus, only Lao Zhang boiled water alone, which is estimated to be more than ten years.

The ladies' room is beside the men's room. Their side is different from ours. They are all single rooms, and the curtains are blocking them. I estimate there are more than a dozen seats. The water there is much more stable than ours. It is hot all year round, so there is no need to be naked in front of thirty or forty people in the room. At that time, all the boys in the school had a yearning to take a bath in the women's bathroom, which was the purest yearning.

There are few girls in the school. Sometimes when girls have finished washing, Lao Zhang will let boys in, which is of great benefit to us, but it depends on luck. I've been there for so many years, maybe two or three times. There are few girls, but I can't stand their snail-like speed.

There is a tradition in school. After class in the afternoon and self-study in the evening, we can always see a group of people rushing to the boiler room with washbasins. That posture is worse than coming home from school. I stayed in school for seven years, because I ran to take a shower, I broke my leg, fractured more than ten places and suffered numerous minor injuries. Bathing successfully replaced the impact of fighting on schools. Therefore, the school specifically stipulates that running is not allowed in the shower, and it is useless to deduct class points. Don't ask me where I am after class when my peers are soaking in the Internet cafe. I will always be on the road, on the way to take a shower.

The bathroom is the lifeblood of the school, and Lao Zhang is the lifeblood of the bathroom. When he is away, there will be problems with the water in the school. Especially in winter, that guy, when washing, suddenly a tube of cold water rushed down, so cool that you didn't want to take a bath for half a month. Once everyone was washing, and the water was cut off. A gay man has shampoo all over his head. After waiting for a while, the shampoo will be applied to his face. This guy got angry on the spot, put on a pair of underwear and ran out to find Lao Zhang. Ten seconds later, everyone heard a scream. He had a paw print on his ass when he came in.

The fact is that Lao Zhang often has problems. It's really that the school water supply system is too old. I don't know how many packets of shampoo are floating in a drain. I can often see Lao Zhang climbing on the wall or squatting in that corner with a toolbox.

Lao Zhang sits at the door and occasionally goes into the bathroom to have a look, because everyone is fidgeting in the shower.

In this bathroom, the floor is tiled and slippery. We often climb naked on the ground, kick the wall and fly out with a whoosh. Like fish, you can't swim in the river. You can play in all kinds of places with bigger farts, and fight with rags. Some of them lie on the ground directly, one on each side, kicking and bumping into each other. Among them, fun is not enough for human beings.

It's not good to play naked. Without the protection of clothes, it is easy to have an accident. Finally, something happened. A classmate accidentally bumped into a fence while sliding. It's also ceramic tile, which is very sharp in some places. This classmate is unlucky. His foot hit it, bleeding all over the floor, like a murder scene. Finally, he had seven stitches. Afterwards, the headmaster spoke at the flag-raising ceremony on Monday: I really don't understand. You can play after taking a shower. Lao Zhang stood in the corner, his face getting darker and darker. Since then, every time it's time to take a shower, we have another housekeeper. The instructor sat at the door of the bathroom, and Lao Zhang sat at the door. Even so, it did not stop the students from playing. The French Open is long, but there is a gap. Lao Zhang was approved by the headmaster several times.

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That winter, after the evening self-study, I asked some students to go to the canteen to buy something to eat. There are two queues at the door of the bathroom, a group of girls and a group of boys. The girls' team is much better than the boys'. For two reasons, boys wash faster than girls, and girls are more interested than boys. It's funny to see them shivering in the cold wind in their thin clothes. A slacker like me basically takes a bath every three or four days in winter, which is much less painful. Lao Zhang sat on the small bench at the door, glaring and gloomy. It seems on his forehead that the keeper is here. He is a traitor.

What are you doing? what are you reading? It is you. Suddenly, Lao Zhang came out and found a boy who cut in line.

I didn't plug it in He took it for me. The man argued.

"I won't hear it in the future." Lao Zhang turned up the volume and stared at him.

The man left his head and ignored him. Lao Zhang saw it and didn't speak again. He walked straight back and sat down. Lao Zhang has been modified, and I don't believe it.

I didn't see the man waiting in line until later. When he arrived, Lao Zhang stood at the door against him and wouldn't let him in. Lao Zhang didn't put him in until the last person went in.

Later, Lao Zhang became smarter and smarter. He didn't call the person who cut in line until he found that person. He stood at the door and held out his hand. One person guards it, and ten thousand people cannot force it.

Lao Zhang's temper has never been liked by students at school. Everyone only sees his dark face all year round, and he has no good face for anyone, as if he was born like this. Everyone seems to forget that he faces a pile of coal every day, and everyone forgets that his rickety figure is busy from morning till night every day. Everyone forgets that a shovel of coal is the root of hot water.

He lives behind the boiler room, followed by a row of board houses, mostly teachers' dormitories. His house is next to the corner, forming its own school. Few people patronize. He seldom goes back and spends most of his time in the boiler room. Over time, it has become a place for junior children to date underground couples with marbles. Sometimes when I meet him, he pretends not to know and walks away silently.

He keeps several pots of flowers in the corner, but he can't name them. Once I went to see my teacher and saw him watering the flowers. His expression changed from serious to soft, like laughing. Lao Zhang actually smiled. That's right. Who can't laugh? It's funny that I used the word unbelievable.

I think there are two kinds of people with bad personalities and dislikes. The difference lies in the addition of the word category. Lao Zhang added. Actually, I thought he hadn't added it for a long time. I didn't like anyone who was mean to me at that time. Later, because of one thing, I really met Lao Zhang.

Things happened after the evening self-study, and the major events in the school basically happened after the evening self-study. It was dark and windy that night. In the words of our headmaster, this matter has a bad influence.

That night, I lined up at the door of the boiler room to take a shower. Lao Zhang sat at the door as usual. Suddenly, the noise on the playground was broken by a big drink, and two people rushed out in the direction of the teaching building, tandem. You see, if the man with a knife in his hand in the back shines in the big spotlight, all the female students passing by are scared to shout, and the man in front runs away in panic, holding his leg in his hand as if he had been stabbed. Lao Zhang immediately stood up and ran past.

Lao Zhang rushed over and went straight to the person behind him. At this time, the instructors and teachers on the playground reacted and ran over there. The chased man ran to an instructor.

Lao Zhang stood in front of the man with the key step by step, and the two stood face to face. I saw that the man hesitated, stared at his red eyes and stabbed Lao Zhang in the stomach with a knife. Lao Zhang instinctively took a step back, but he couldn't escape. He frowned, gritted his teeth and grabbed the man's hand. He pulled it out, turned the man over and the knife flew out. At this time, several instructors finally caught up and rushed out.

Lao Zhang is in hospital. After living for a month, the water in the bathroom is often hot and cold, but no one complains.

Lao Zhang came back and the headmaster praised him at the flag-raising ceremony. When he read his name, he was shoveling coal. Everyone turned their heads in his direction, only to see him raise his head and squeeze out a few smiles on his face. Soon he turned his head again and continued his lifelong career.

Later, the new campus of the school was built. There are spacious dormitories. Each dormitory has water heaters, air conditioners and hot water 24 hours a day. One night, when I returned to my dormitory, the instructor informed me that the water was cut off. I stood on the edge of the balcony and looked at the direction of the old campus. There is no smoke in the chimney.