Dage

Everyone reacted differently. Xiaobao rationally knew that this was a good thing, but emotionally, she obviously did not think that going to school was a good affair. On the one hand, she was happy, on the other hand, she was also bound by her brother to be honest with her in the future. On the chair, I was gloated over my homework.

Xiao Yuan was much more conscious than her, even when he was so small when Wei Qian dropped out of school, but he felt the despair and grief in Wei Qian's heart, so he looked up at Li with anticipation. Teacher, ecstatic was eager for help with an out-of-school child.

The one who responded the most was the old lady Song. The old lady lived longer than their uncles, and experienced too many things.

She found that when Wei Qian sat in front of this teacher Li, his temperament changed. He looked polite, courteous and decent. He looked much more stable than his peers. His face was handsome. Originally dusty, pressing youth.

The juvenile of a very good age, the scorching Shaohua.

An idea flashed through Granny Song's heart, and she made a decisive decision, thinking that this boy should go to school.

However, only Wei Qian, after listening to Mr. Li's words, he just froze slightly. After a while, he smiled slightly without raising his eyelids, and said flatly, "Thank you, but ... As a person, I wasn't born very willing to go to school, maybe it wasn't for reading ... "

"Are you afraid you have no money to pay the tuition fees?" Granny Song interrupted him suddenly.

Wei Qian sank down and scanned his pig-like comrade-in-arms. If it was not good for him to make troubles in front of Mr. Li, he would dare to drop chopsticks on the spot-crying poorly in front of other teachers, what does that mean?

Do you win sympathy or use your love to help the poor? There must be a certain limit on shame, right?

But Granny Song doesn't care, she can do all the rolling things. Face? What is face? Can you eat it

So she once again rushed in front of Teacher Li and said, "It's okay, you go read, I'm not old yet, I can move. I'm guarding the intersection, and I can sell hundreds of tea eggs a day in the morning and at night, you count Well, can it make a lot of money? The two of them are still young. When it ’s not time to spend money, the miscellaneous fees for elementary school education are not much for a year. At best, you pay a little for books. You can rest assured to read your books. . "

Wei Qian stunned the look of Teacher Li, while quietly rubbing his teeth, he barely squeezed a pure and harmless and somewhat embarrassed smile to Teacher Li: "No, it's not because of economic reasons ..."

He kept his demeanor as much as the chairman of the student union as much as possible. Granny Song used this again and interrupted him with her throat. She said to Teacher Li with a loud voice she scolded, "Thank you, thank you You, you are the benefactor of our family. As long as the kid returns to school, my old lady will pay for the tuition. In the future, I will be admitted to the university, and we will be able to pass the test. As long as the child has his own income, he ca n’t delay saying anything. ... you said, he can ... "

Teacher Li smiled and helped her glasses, and said, "Ma'am, you can rest assured that when you are a book maker for a lifetime, you have no power or power, you can do this. Unfortunately, a good child at that time did very well. Pass the top ten-right, Wei Qian? I'll ask your uncle to do it in two days. After finishing the summer vacation, you can directly enter the school. If you have any financial difficulties, you can tell the teacher that it will be a big deal for you to grow up in the future. If there is any hope, I will return it to the teacher. "

Old Song Song was so overjoyed that she almost rolled up her sleeves and snorted at Teacher Li: "Yo! Yeah! Thank you so much! Thank you so much!"

The grandmother Wu Song yelled and completely occupied her right to speak with absolute advantage.

Xiao Xiaobao only knew to eat. Wei Zhiyuan looked at this and then looked at that, and finally carefully clamped a piece of meat and put it in the big brother's bowl-he saw the blue tendons on the big brother's forehead come out.

Teacher Li left after eating. Wei Qian had planned to go out and send her a ride. By the way, thank the teacher for her kindness and refused the absurdity of "rolling back to high school." Before he could stand upright, Granny Song's immortal lack of morality caught him off guard.

The elder brother jumped up in front of the younger brother and sister as much as he could before, slumped his legs with his bereavement, and slammed away like a frightened rabbit. Then the door was closed in front of them Mrs. Song has been chasing out and sending Teacher Li out. The speed of action is not like an old woman who is already 70 or 80 years old.

After being silent for two seconds, Wei Qian yelled at Xiaobao: "Is your grandma the old devil looking for death?"

Wu Xiaobao looked at him in a confused and innocent manner, wiped the sweat from the heat before eating, and said to him, "Brother, I want to eat a popsicle!"

Wei Qian: "Eat a fart, brush the bowl!"

Wu Xiaobao had to brush the bowl with grievances, and Wei Zhiyuan opened his mouth beside him. He asked with concern: "Brother, does it hurt?"

Wei Weiqian: "..."

Then Wei Qian aimed the fire at him: "Shut up, get out! Clean the table!"

Wei Zhiyuan rolled away and wiped the table. Before cleaning the table, he smartly picked up from the bedside table Wei Qian's usual damage cream, put it in front of Wei Qian, lowered his head and smiled secretly. Before the rain came to the wind, the building ran away.

谦 Wei Qian's angry face calmed down, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back and forth on Xiao Yuan's usual homework chair, the chair legs were short and his legs were long, so he had to grumble and grumble.

Wei Qian's fierce heartbeat calmed down. In fact, he knew clearly that if he really didn't want to go at all, and really hated the school as much as he said, he wouldn't lead Teacher Li home for dinner.

Mrs. Song's old things are hotter, and his chest is not tall. A young guy is really moving. Can Mrs. Song stop him?

That is impossible.

He wanted to go back to school with his own eyes. Although his childhood laboratory dream was so broken that he couldn't stick it, his education was still something he couldn't reach.

No matter what kind of education, even if he goes to a very broken university in the future, the graduation certificate can be held in his hand, so that he can have a starting line to struggle like most people in the world, he does not expect anything else, only I want to board the train that can drive to the starting line.

I chased the wheels on the rails with two legs, which was too difficult.

He really just wants that little bit of hope.

But if he is gone, who will support the family? Who will make ends meet?

In less than half a year, Wei Qian will be eighteen years old. In the eyes of society, he is already a self-supporting adult. He has hands and feet and strength. No one will sympathize with him because of poverty, and no one will. Relief will be given to people like him-there will always be more people in the world in need than relief.

Do you rely on the old lady to sell tea eggs and pick up tattered money to read this book? He couldn't do it.

He retired 10,000 steps and said that Teacher Li was a very good person and was willing to help him. That was his life to catch up. But is Mr Li obliged to help him take care of his family and help him secretly subsidize Ma Zi?

About twenty minutes later, when Song Song came back, the moment the door was opened, Wei Qian was ready to scold her.

He originally wanted to say, "You're not my grandma. What kind of onion is your old thing that doesn't die? Do you care about me? This **** is my family. I have the last word. There are five people in front of Lao Tzu Six places of garlic! "

Given that this sentence is relatively long and needs to be done in one go, Wei Qian has taken a deep breath, but when he saw the joy on the face of Mrs. Song who came in through the door, there was no time to fade away, he even had a word Can't say.

The grandmother Wu Song thinks that going to school is an extremely long-faced and extremely glorious thing. In her hometown, the most learned person she knows is the village party secretary with a junior high school education in Dongtou.

She is trying to be nice to him in a very rude and rude way.

Wei Qian finally slowly exhaled the breath that was sucked in, and with the fierce crickets involving the internal organs, it sounded like a sigh.

Wei Qian beckoned to Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan, and sent them to take a popsicle to the cottage to write summer homework.

Wu Xiaobao was unwilling to write homework on the first day of summer vacation, and then heard her elder brother asked Xiao Yuan to be with her. She immediately forgot about the tangled homework and carefully looked up at Wei Zhiyuan together.

Even though Wei Zhiyuan was expressionless, Wei Qian saw his discomfort, so he aggravated his voice and said, "Go, what you like to eat and what you want."

Wei Zhiyuan knew that the elder brother had something to say and didn't want to hear from him, but the house was small, and there was nowhere else to go except to send them to the hut. Turned into the kitchen, returned to bring the kitchen door, and shouted outside: "I cut watermelon!"

Xiaobao was very disappointed, holding the popsicle for a long time at the door of the kitchen, and finally was turned away by the crooked little broken door. She reluctantly turned back to her house, feeling that the creamy bean ice was not delicious .

Wei Qian was really sighing this time—his younger brothers and sisters were so deformed. The younger brother was a donkey with a bad temper and could not look back. What about the younger sister ... well, not to mention, she was just ingenious Two hundred and five.

How can I live without him today?

Wei Qian lowered his legs, arched his back, held the chair handle in one hand, and supported his knees with the elbow in the other, covering half of his face, and said to Mrs. Song in a rare, calm tone, "We How much is a school a year, do you know?

Granny Wu Song stretched out four fingers: "Your teacher says four hundred a year, we have the money."

当然 The money is of course. Wei Qian will be a thug for Le Xiaodong. Le Xiaodong gives him one thousand five a month. He can easily take good cigarettes and wine, which was a relatively high income at the time. He has some savings in his hand. The tuition of 400 yuan is indeed available, but the tuition is always small. What about other expenses?

Wei Qian rubbed his fingers, he really wanted to have another cigarette at this time.

"We learn ... our original school had very few lunch breaks, self-study in the evening, closed management, and stayed at the school for twelve or three hours a day. Part-time work was impossible. We asked for one Eat three meals a day at school. The most cost-effective one month is 150 yuan. Book costs are extra, and it ’s not a small expense. Let ’s leave them alone. At home, you three buy vegetables Buying meat—Yes, I know you save money by cooking at home, but how old are those two cubs? When the bones and meat grow together, the food will definitely not be saved, plus the utility bills and other mess. Two hundred a month, you have been very tight. "

Wei Qian raised his eyes: "Tell me, where are you going to get these three hundred and fifty dollars? Plan away the cost, electricity and water money. Can you make five cents by selling an egg? You sell seven a month. Thousands of tea eggs? Do you really think your eggs are under a rooster? "

The old Mrs. Wu Song was dumb, and after a while, she whispered without a doubt, "I sell a lot a day, there can be hundreds ..."

"I buy you a few hundred eggs." Wei Qian smiled bitterly. He continued to talk about a long story. He was a little bit dry. He said softly to Granny Song, "Don't play with your little cleverness. I don't know what the market is, From morning till night, you can sell sixty or seventy even if business is good. "

Mrs. Wu Song: "Oh, you know what the fart is, and your mother can make money by selling tattered ones. Wrapping paper, paper boxes ... Yes, and bottles, easy to open ..."

"Even if you can get these three hundred and fifty dollars for a month or so, what if it's something else?" Wei Qian interrupted her. "You're not too young. I don't want to say something bad Yes, what if there is a bump in the hospital? Do you have health insurance? Besides, even if I can make it up, you can make it up, but if there is some kind of spring outing in the children's school, others will buy new clothes and snacks, and you let them both Is it okay? Xiaobao is a girl. It doesn't matter what she knows now. After a year or two, she knows beauty. Are you going to make her look up in front of her classmates?

When the old lady Song Song heard this, somehow, her eyes blinked suddenly, and tears fell without warning.

Wei Qian was right. She understood in her heart that this is the city, not their poor and remote hometown. In the hometown, the field terrier, the parents are short. The children of any family are all grown up in the mud, and no one is more decent than others. Nothing to say.

But in the city, everyone is a luxury car, BMW, and clothing, and there is no way out of poverty.

苦 How bitter this child is!

Fortunately, she is just a lonely old woman who has no ability. The biggest skill is to grow vegetables. Unfortunately, this reinforced concrete city cannot find two-foot-wide vegetable fields.

Wei Qian was originally in a daze, and suddenly found that Mrs. Song had burst into tears, and he had not spoken for a second or two.

Then the teenager calmed down at an incredible rate. He stood up silently, pulled a roll of toilet paper from the table, tore off a little and handed it to her, saying with the calmness of the true head of the family, "Don't cry I tell you the truth. "

The old Song Song cried more and more.

谦 Wei Qian allowed her to cry for a while, and finally became impatient: "Old woman, almost done, crying and crying, obscure? Something to say, what is crying?"

When Song Lao heard that he had lost that kind of civilization and dignity again, she spoke unkindly, and then bent over and took off her shoes, holding the soles and pumping **** Wei Qian: "You little bunny! You have no conscience I ’m killing you! You just want to be a hooligan? So you want to be a petty worker? You ’re pumped to death! ”

Wei Qian certainly could not be stabbed to death by a shoe sole, and he was too lazy to hide, simply shrinking his shoulders and covering his face with his arms to let her fight and let her out.

At the same time, he did not intend to accompany her to vent meaningless emotions. In such a chaotic background sound, Wei Qian racked his head and thought about the way out.

There are thorns all over the ground, and hope is like a horse riding a swallow, only the tail of Kankan catches his fingertips.