allendalepharm Chapter 275
Chapter 275
Qi Tian finally couldn't bear it, he rushed into the Internet café and pulled the ink out.
Ink's mind was still on the game, and it was suddenly pulled out, and the whole person was angry.
He even scratched and scratched, trying to break free from Qi Tian's restraints, but he couldn't try several times.
After all, Qi Tian's strength was too great, and he couldn't break free.
Grabbing Ink's arm, Qi Tian said that he didn't let go of anything.
For this child, he still can't give up, and Qi Tian must do his best to save it with his last strength.
"You kid, now you let yourself go to this point. There was a guy who, like you, was addicted to games every day, but then he changed a lot. If you don't believe me, you can listen to his story.
Qi Tian said, bringing the ink to his residence and turning on a few videos on the LCD TV.
"I am a post-90s generation whose parents are authentic rural people. When I was three years old, my parents left their hometown to work thousands of miles away in Wujiang.
The year my parents went out to work was around 1993. At that time, almost every local in Wujiang had a manual loom, and my mother worked in a hometown boss's house, mainly weaving fabric.
Weaving was also a technical job, and at that time there was no pre-job training, mainly brought by the villagers. To ask the neighbors around, who is the journeyman, save money and cut out some money, buy half a kilogram of meat, a few pounds of sugar or fruit, beg to bring a belt, help a gang, if you are lucky, people may bring you a few times in the workshop to teach you hand-in-hand. That's how my mother learned to weave.
Later, the locals introduced automatic weaving machines from Japan and Germany, gradually replacing handicraft workshops. So my mother went to work in a weaving factory in the city. That's 27 years.
Back to my father. My father served as a soldier in his hometown of Henan in 1984, before I was born. I fell to the ground in 1990 while my mother was doing farm work while my sister and my two children were taking her. It's very hard. So my father rushed to apply for the transfer of the relationship back to my mother's county, but at that time, it coincided with disarmament, there were no redundant indicators, and my father was a rural hukou, and he became unemployed when he returned home.
For the sake of mother and child, my father planted heaven and earth in his hometown village for three years. Seeing that the children are growing up day by day, the money for the harvest is not enough to pay the school fees. So, my parents discussed for a few nights, and finally decided to put my sister and me at my grandmother's house and go out to work.
On the morning of leaving home, my parents woke up early. Because the bus stop was 30 miles away from my house, there was no road or car in the village, so I had to walk on the ground, and my sister and I were still asleep at that time.
In order to catch the train, the parents did not care about eating, and walked up the thorny path leading to the market town station on an empty stomach and carrying large bags and small bags.
Memory, the steamed buns that grandparents made the night before. As soon as my parents left, I woke up, got up and took the steamed bun and ran outside the house, following the direction my parents were going. Later, I finally cried and shoved the steamed bun into my parents' pockets.
My parents cried, and so did my sister and I. Despite all kinds of reluctance, it has not resisted the footsteps of parents running around for their children. It was a choice that had to be made.
After that, every year my parents came back to see our siblings during the New Year, and handed over the tuition and living expenses to my grandparents. Every time we got the news of my parents' return, my sister and I couldn't sleep for several nights of excitement. At that time, I felt how happy a child should be with his parents! I longed for my parents' love, but I knew I had to be strong and independent.
Although parents speak of rural people, they attach great importance to the education of their children. Every time we come back, write a letter or call, we will take the trouble to ask about our grades, encouraging us to study hard and not to be "unproductive" like them. They said: "Son, we rural people have no capital, only by studying hard and being admitted to university in the future can we have the opportunity to get ahead." I am convinced of my parents' teachings.
In the first year of junior high school, I took the first place in the township. Grandma carried a bag of rice and went to the cafeteria to change a wad of grain stamps for me, remembering that the food stamps had one catty, half a catty, and two taels and one tael. I only need two or two food stamps for a meal. It costs money to eat vegetables, vegetarian dishes five cents a spoonful, with a piece of meat. Naturally, I rarely eat meat dishes, at most once a week. I also often bring some pickles and bibimbap from my grandmother's house, so that I can save a lot of money a week, as long as I can eat enough, I don't care about the taste.
The junior high school is about 20 miles from home. It was a long and muddy road, and I couldn't afford to buy a bicycle, so I chose to live on campus from the beginning. The school does not have a dormitory, generally lives in the teacher's house, a small house of about 15 square meters, is a bunk with a step ladder in the middle of two bed boards, 10 people a room, the upper bunk and the lower bunk sleep 5 people each. In order to rush time to study, race with my friends, and not disturb the rest of my roommates, every day after returning to the dormitory after night classes, I secretly took a flashlight and studied in the bed, memorizing English words and texts.
In my third year of junior high school, I was the only student in my class who was admitted to the county key high school. I know that rural children have no other way out.
When I entered high school, I found that the excellent students in the countryside became the poor students in the city. My grades were no longer at the top of the class, and the teachers didn't pay as much attention to me as they did in the country. There were more than 60 people in the class, and I was in the last row, unable to hear the teacher, unable to see the blackboard, and my homework plummeted. Because I couldn't understand it, I owed too much money for learning, and I gradually began to get tired of learning and give up on myself.
During the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, I went to the place where my parents worked, and I wanted to accompany them more and do some housework to help them reduce their burden. During the holidays, my mother learned about my backwardness. That night, she didn't speak. Until she was going to work the night shift, she said to me: "Son, you go to the factory with your mother and experience the work." "I said yes because I was never curious about factories.
The moment I walked into the workshop, I completely collapsed! The roaring sound of the machine running resounded through the workshop, and the decibels seemed to be thunder, and I couldn't help but cover my ears. In summer, the outdoor temperature has been about 40 °C, the machine in the workshop is running at high speed, plus it is very closed, the indoor temperature is close to 46 °C, ordinary people can not stand it in this environment for a while, and the mother works inside for 12 hours. Ink
looked at it intently, and unconsciously, he was deeply moved by the experience of the protagonist in the video.
It turns out that in this world, there are people like him who come from a poor background, but they work hard and keep fighting.
Such a person should actually be worth learning with ink.