One day in 2004, from morning till noon, it was drizzling, and the whole campus was wrapped in a snowy world. Occasionally, there was laughter of snowball fights near the playground. Lao Zhangman of the security department waved his broom hard, but the road just swept was covered with snow in an instant, which made it seem that high white steps were built on both sides of the road.
Chen, from Class 1, Grade 2, slowly walked out of the classroom and stopped at the entrance of Loudaokou. After class, the students rushed to the canteen with lunch boxes. The flowing crowd made him look a little special. In a short time, I walked out of a dark snowy road in the direction of going to the canteen. Chen touched the empty pocket and looked at the school gate. The front door was locked and the usual rust was painted white. The side door next to it was slightly open, and only one person could pass through, but there was no one. Further inside, there is a security guard. There is a gap in the worn wooden door, and the broom next to the door leans against the wall. I want to eat with the old man Zhang. Today is the fourth Saturday in November. Usually at this time, Chen's mother will give him living expenses by riding her family's Shanghai brand antique bicycle. However, it is snowing so hard that Chen doesn't know whether his mother will come. His twisted hands exposed his inner contradictions. He didn't want his mother to walk more than twenty miles in this weather to give him living expenses, but there were only a few dollars left in the morning to buy two steamed buns. Thought of here, goo goo cry spread to come out from his stomach. At this moment, Loudaokou has been deserted, leaving only 2233 students in the direction of the restaurant. They looked at the empty school gate with similar eyes as Chen, and their eyes were all helpless. They stopped for a while and then left.
The snow stopped, but it was still cloudy. Chen, wrapped in clothes, looked at the direction of the school gate again, turned and walked along the corridor to the classroom, touched some crumpled bills in his pocket, and thought that maybe he wouldn't eat at noon, so he would buy two steamed buns to make do with it at night. Mother may come when the weather clears up tomorrow. Back to the classroom, Chen stared at the outside at his desk, but the snow made him think that it was delicious braised pork and refreshing egg noodles, and swallowed again. Unconsciously, he fell asleep until he was awakened by the voice of the monitor shouting to stand up. Chen Wenqu followed and stood up, and the growling in his stomach was covered up by the voice of "Hello teacher". His heart is a little grateful and helpless. A groggy class passed. Chen only knew that this was a Chinese class, and he vaguely heard the sound of canned sardines. He must have talked about the text of The Old Man and the Sea, but what he was thinking about was the taste of canned sardines. When the math teacher in the second quarter walked to the podium, Chen Wenqu felt that there were countless little stars beside his eyes, and the rumble in his stomach stopped, and he even burped. It is estimated that he ate too many sardines in the first quarter. Just as he was thinking, "Chen, someone is looking for you outside." An old man's voice came. It was his mother who came. Suddenly, Chen felt an obvious pleasure and suddenly stood up. Because he was so hungry, his eyes suddenly turned black. He quickly bent down and pretended to close his textbook. After a pause, Chen stood up straight again, said hello to the math teacher and walked away slowly. Under the gaze of his classmates, Chen Wenqu felt relaxed and his face turned red at once.
In the security office, his mother looked at him with a caring smile. "It's snowing, and the road is not easy. This is for you, eat it while it's hot ",a bowl of hot rice, with attractive chunks of braised pork on it, and the air is full of hot air and aroma. Chen Kai smiled knowingly and said, "Mom, I won't come today. Come back when the weather is fine. I still have a lot of money. " Lao Zhangman offered a table for Chen to eat and chatted with Chen's mother next to him.
"It's not easy to walk more than twenty miles on this day," Zhang said.
"It's snowing heavily, cars on the road have stopped and bicycles can't be ridden, but now it's time to give the children living expenses, so they can only walk there. In any case, they can't let the children suffer," Chen's mother replied.
"There are more than a dozen fingers under the snow, and it is not easy to go to school at home now." Zhang looked at Chen who was eating.
"Ah, people in our country will not be able to. It's okay that our generation is poor, but at least we have to let our children study and find a good way out in the future. Don't farm all your life like us, "said Chen's mother. "Besides, it is not easy for children to study, and we can't let them go hungry."
After a while, Chen wolfed down all the food, thinking that he must let his parents live a good life in the future. His mother looked at him and said, "Are you full?" Chen Wenqu snorted, with a happy smile on his face. "Ask the canal, I walked first. It's cloudy today, and it may rain later. You study hard at school, buy whatever you lack, and ask for it from home if you have no money. Don't be reluctant to eat. "
Hearing this, Chen's eyes were full of tears, and he endured not falling. As a dutiful son, he knows that life at home has been difficult in recent years. In order to marry his eldest brother, he spent almost all his savings to build a house and pay the bride price. His father's health was ill because of long-term work, and he never stopped taking medicine. It can be said that he is extremely forbearing to study at home. Children from poor families are early masters and sensible. However, some things need time to warm up, and the situation at home makes Chen Wenqu's character very inferior and introverted. That's why he doesn't borrow money from others even if he has no money.
Standing at the school gate, Chen Wenqu was holding three red RMB in his hand, watching his mother walk away with a deep foot and a shallow foot, with a sour nose and tears slowly flowing into his mouth. He just stared blankly and secretly vowed that he must study hard and read a famous story, and he must let his mother have a good life in the future.
Let's just write it like this, just make it up. If the landlord thinks it's good, just like it. If you don't feel good, just enjoy it. This story is pure fiction. If there is any similarity, please end it yourself (just kidding). Okay, we're done. I've been knocking for dozens of minutes and I'm exhausted. Good luck ~ ~