When he woke up the next day, Chen Yuanming was surprisingly quiet, without a word, his expression was blank, and even Chen Jianhua, who had been rambunctious, found something wrong.
"Doudou, are you sick?" Wang Juan put her hand on her son's forehead, "Is it too busy with my studies recently, so I'll go back and get you some eggs to make up for..."
Just like those words about money worries didn't exist at all last night, her smile was still so warm, and her eyes were full of care and hope for herself. Chen Yuanming silently shook his head and lowered his eyes.
He remembered. Uncle's youngest daughter Wang Hui, nicknamed Yuanyuan. A sullen, taciturn little girl with lame feet. In his previous life, he was not very impressed with this cousin, but he only met a few times during the holiday visit, and vaguely remembered that she had an accident and injured her leg when she was a child. But he never thought that if there was money at the time, this lameness might be cured...
This kind of memory is like a shriveled water bladder. It is impossible to squeeze out what it needs without turning it over and tightening it hard. But to find those things back, it is often sad and sour.
In the days that followed, why did the relationship between the parents become increasingly indifferent, why did the aunts never come to visit, and why did the uncle always treat him coldly... A pile of bad debts caused the family to fall apart. He once thought that it was because his family had no money and shortsightedness that he didn't want him to go to high school or university, and he only wanted him to go to a factory and make a job. But he did not expect that his parents had so eagerly expected him to be successful in his studies and to stand out.
And in this life, he can indeed do it. Listed in Libang high school, admitted to the national first-class university. He is not a genius, but as long as he is willing to study hard, it is not difficult. But what about his family... Even if he can make money, thousands, tens of thousands, or even 100,000,000, it will be 2 or 3 years later, after he stepped out of this closed city.
Far cannot quench near thirst.
In the classroom, everyone was attentively listening to the lecture, for the sprint after the upcoming final exam, this was their first chance to change their destiny in this life. However, Chen Yuanming sat in his seat in a daze, looking at the draft book full of words in front of him, the date being traced over and over again.
In fact, he has always known how to take shortcuts. He has experience, ability, and key foresight. But subconsciously, this plan has never been on paper. Just because he is thirsty, because he is full of expectations. Live again, why can't he have a better life? A period of less anxiety, being valued by parents, full of proud childhood, a period of less embarrassment, dignifiedly going on campus life in high school...
Unfortunately, he can't get it.
"Chen Yuanming!"
A sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, Chen Yuanming raised his head, and saw Teacher Han staring at him viciously on the podium, his eyes full of disdain and anger.
"Answer my question just now!"
Chen Yuanming didn't move, and looked straight back.
"When the grades go up, the old ways start to return?" Seeing the other party's expression of no remorse, Teacher Han's voice was sharp, "You stand up for me! Dare to be distracted in my class? What are you holding in your hand? Give it to me. Hand it in! Don't you think you don't have to attend classes anymore? You can do whatever you want? It's only been a few days, and your tail is up! You're also worthy!"
Chen Yuanming stood up silently and looked around for a week, only to see that most of the classroom was gloating, and a few frowned in disdain. He lowered his head, touched the date again, and closed the book. Reaching out his hand to take out the schoolbag from the drawer, and swept in all the textbooks on the table, Chen Yuanming simply picked up the schoolbag and walked outside the classroom.
Shocked by this action, there were whispers in the classroom. Teacher Han was stunned for a while before he regained his senses, and the boy shouted angrily when he stepped out of the classroom. "Chen Yuanming!! Do you want to be expelled? This is a school, it's not that you come here if you want, and go wherever you want!"
Chen Yuanming turned his head and took a deep look at this bright and clean classroom, the young and young girls with different expressions, the middle-aged woman who was so angry that she lost her temper... So familiar, so unfamiliar. He can't go back.
A slightly self-deprecating expression rose to the corner of his lips.
"No need for expulsion, I dropped out."
In the uproar, Chen Yuanming stepped out of the classroom with light steps. A strange feeling of smoothness suddenly transpired in my heart. Now that he is the top three in the school, will Han Qian take some responsibility for his dropping out? But this is no longer important, he no longer has to disguise himself and be awkward among these children. Now, for him, there are still important things...
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"Chen Yuanming!"
With a loud shout, the door was violently kicked open. Chen Yuanming put away the envelope at hand and raised his head. I saw his dad rushing in with an angry look on his face, grabbed his collar, and dragged him up from the bed.
"Tell me the fuck! What's going on at school today!"
"Just as you heard, Dad."
"You fucking have the face to swear at me!" Pu Fan slapped his palm down, hitting Chen Yuanming with a stagger. "Go to the teacher and apologize to me!"
"Doudou!" Wang Juan also rushed into the door, "What are you thinking? It's all graduation exams, how can you talk back to the teacher! You! Go admit your mistake, I'll be with you... "
It seems that the call was made directly to the factory, and the corners of his mouth were throbbing. Facing the angry parents, Chen Yuanming shook his head gently, "I really don't want to, don't..."
"You son of a bitch!!"
Chen Jianhua kicked over with one kick, and with a clatter, the table and chairs beside him were knocked over, and Chen Yuanming was kicked and lost his balance. He stepped back a few steps and held the ground with one hand.
"Don't go to school?! What can you do if you don't go to school?!" The trembling hands flew off the belt, and the leather belt was tightly grasped in the palm of the hand, "How old do you think you are? What do you think you are doing?! !"
"I'm not going to school, I want to go out and make money..."
With a swoosh, the belt was swung down, and a bloodstain appeared on his cheek, Chen Yuanming twitched in pain, but did not escape.
"Make money?! Make a fart! Where can you make money as a 15-year-old kid, and what kind of money can you make?!" With the roar, the belt slammed down from the head to the face, each with a bloodstain.
"What kind of madness is this..." Wang Juan fell absentmindedly on the bed next to her, her voice full of tears, "What are you doing crazy?! Ah... is that bitch Liu Yun! It must be her!!"
"No..." Chen Yuanming clenched his teeth sharply and shook his head vigorously, "I don't like her little money!"
Chen Jianhua laughed angrily, and stopped gasping for breath. "I don't like it?! Do you have hard wings and think you can do it! Make money? Is making money as easy as you think?! I'm forty and only 8 yuan a month, how can you make money? You haven't finished junior high school yet?!"
Bloodshot slid down Chen Yuanming's cheek, he smiled, the corners of his eyes throbbed slightly, "With me helping Aunt Liu come up with an idea, she made more than 1,000 yuan a month."
These words were like a bolt from the blue, causing the two of them to freeze in place together. Chen Yuanming didn't pause, "I already have a plan and bought a train ticket. The train starts at 7 o'clock tomorrow, and I'm going to work in the south."
"Train..." Wang Juan's lips trembled, she had never been on a train in her life, or even been around the train station, "how old are you, do you know... what will the neighbors say about you... you know?" I don't know, if you don't go to school, you'll be in the future... I beg you, don't be so crazy
Tears fell down Wang Juan's cheeks. Chen Yuanming only felt uncomfortable in his throat. He wanted to tell his mother that in their last life, they failed to save enough money to give back to their uncle, leaving an innocent and lively little girl with a lifelong disability. He wanted to tell his mother that years of working overtime had destroyed her spirit. After three years, she would fall asleep while on the night shift, allowing a gang of thieves to steal important materials from the factory and lose her job. . He wanted to tell his mother that because of overwork and overwork, his father eventually got a strain disease. Every time the weather changed, his lower back was sore and hard.
So many words stirred in my heart, but then squeezed out of the teeth, "I want to make money, a lot of money. Even if you break my legs, I have to go out and see."
Seeing his son kneeling with a straight back and something in his eyes, Chen Jianhua shook his hand and the belt slipped from his fingers. He hunched down on his back and seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. Looking at his sobbing wife and his blood-stained son, he shook his head and walked out the door.
"Jianhua! Jianhua!" She cried twice without calling back her husband's back. Wang Juan threw herself on her son, "Why can't you think about it? Why do you let me and your dad raise their heads in front of others... It's all mother's fault. , it's all my mother's fault... Why can't our family have a good life, why can't you go to school! Doudou, why do you think so hard... "
Some warm things slid down his neck, dripping off the skin and opening the flesh, causing a burning pain. Chen Yuanming endured it for a long time, and finally stretched out his arms around his mother, "I will make a lot of money, Mom... Don't worry, I will make a lot of money... "
Something rolled under his eyes, burning his heart and hurting. But compared to the previous entanglement, his heart was calm and determined. He is no longer the innocent child. He has memories and experiences far beyond his age. He should bear this family instead of letting his parents fall into poverty and hardship again.
Live again, he can do it.
Early the next morning, Chen Yuanming walked into the green leather carriage with more than 200 yuan and an ID card on his back, and embarked on a journey south.
Behind him, there were no friends or relatives to see him off. There was only a letter lying quietly in the mailbox outside the train station. On the beige envelope was written a few words of justice in pen: Sun Lang, Class 2, Class 3, 2nd Middle School, No. 2 Middle School of L City Bearing Factory.
The author has something to say: Hu, I can finally change the copy, I don’t know if there are any surprises==
I really feel that it is unrealistic to be reborn and enjoy childhood carefree, but it is better to take on adult responsibility~~
The next copy begins with a cool rhythm xdd