One day in 2004, from morning till noon, the snow was drizzling, and the whole campus was wrapped in a snowy world. Occasionally, there was a laughing sound of snowball fights near the playground, and the old man Zhang from the security office waved his broom hard, but the road just swept out was covered by the snow again in an instant, which also made the two sides of the road seem to be built with high white steps.
Chen Wenqu of Class 1, Grade 2, came out of the classroom slowly, and stopped at the entrance of Loudaokou with a little light footsteps. The students after class rushed to the canteen with lunch boxes, and the flowing crowd made him look a bit special. In a short time, I stepped out of a dark snowy road in the direction of going to the canteen. Chen Wenqu touched the empty pocket, and his eyes looked at the school gate. The front door was locked, and the rust at ordinary times was also coated with a layer of white. The side door next to it was slightly ajar, which only allowed one person to pass, but it was also empty without anyone. Further inside, there was a security guard. The dilapidated wooden door leaked a little gap, and the broom next to the door leaned against the wall. I wanted to come to Zhang Laoren for dinner. Today is the fourth Saturday in November. Generally, at this time, Chen Wenqu's mother will ride the antique bicycle of Shanghai brand at home to give him living expenses. However, it is snowing so heavily that Chen Wenqu is not sure whether his mother will come. His twisted hands reveal his inner contradictions. He doesn't want his mother to walk more than twenty miles to give him living expenses in this weather, but there are only a few dollars left to buy two steamed buns in the morning. Thought of here, goo goo cry spread to come out from his stomach. At the moment, Loudaokou has been deserted, leaving only 2233 students in the direction of the restaurant. Several of them and Chen Wenqu glanced at the empty school gate with similar eyes, and their eyes were a little helpless. They stopped for a while and then left.
The snow stopped, but it was still cloudy. Chen Wenqu wrapped in clothes, looked at the direction of the school gate again, turned around and walked along the corridor to the classroom, felt a few crumpled dollars in his pocket, thinking that maybe he wouldn't eat at noon, and he would buy two steamed buns at night to make do with it. Mother might come tomorrow when it clears up. Back to the classroom, Chen Wenqu 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. 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 cooing cry in his stomach was just covered up by the sound of "Good teacher". His heart was a little thankful and helpless. A groggy class passed. Chen Wenqu only knew it was a Chinese class, and vaguely heard the canned sardines. He must have talked about the text of the old man and the sea, but what he thought in his heart was what the canned sardines tasted like. When the math teacher in the second section walked to the podium, Chen Wenqu felt that there were countless little stars beside his eyes, and the rumbling sound in his stomach stopped, and he even burped. It is estimated that he had eaten too many sardines in the first section. Just as he was thinking, "Chen Wenqu, someone is looking for you outside" was the voice of an old man. It was his mother who came. Suddenly, Chen Wenqu felt a clear pleasure in his heart, 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 Wenqu stood up straight again and said hello to the math teacher, and slowly walked away. Under the eyes of his classmates, Chen Wenqu felt light and his face turned red instantly.
In the security office, his mother looked at him with a caring smile. "It's snowing, and the road is not good. This is for you, eat it while it's hot ",a bowl of hot rice, with attractive large pieces of braised pork lying on it, and the air is full of hot air and aroma. Chen Wenqu smiled happily and said, "Mom, don't come this day. Come back when it's sunny. I still have plenty of money." Old man Zhang vacated a table for Chen Wenqu to eat on, and chatted with Chen Wenqu's mother next to him.
"It's not easy to walk for more than twenty miles on this day," Zhang said.
"It snowed so hard that the cars on the road stopped running and bicycles could not be ridden, but it was time to give the children living expenses, so they had to walk over, and no matter what, they could not suffer the children," Chen Wenqu's mother replied.
"It's a dozen fingers deep under the snow, and it's not easy to go to school at home now." Zhang looked at Chen Wenqu who was eating.
"Ah, our country people have no skill. Our generation is poor and all right, but at least we have to let our children study, and we can find a good way out in the future. Don't farm all our lives like us," said Chen Wenqu's mother. "Besides, it is not easy for children to study, and we can't let them go hungry."
After a while, Chen Wenqu 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 and had a happy smile on his face." Ask the canal, I walked first. It's so cloudy this day, and it may rain later. You study hard at school, buy whatever you lack, and ask for it at home if you have no money. Don't be reluctant to eat. "
Hearing this, Chen Wenqu's eyes were full of tears, and he endured not falling. As a dutiful son, he knows that the family has had a hard time these years. In order to marry his eldest brother, he spent almost all his savings in building a house and paying a bride price. His father's body fell ill because of long-term work, and he has never stopped taking medicine. It can be said that it is extremely forbearing for him to be able 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. This is also the reason 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 one foot deep and one foot shallow, and his nose was sour, and tears slowly flowed 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 live a good life in the future.
Let's just write this, just make it up. If the landlord thinks it's good, praise it. If it feels bad, just have fun. 201May 25th, 4 18:50:56 This story is pure fiction. If there is any similarity, please end it yourself (just kidding). All right, we're done. I've been knocking for dozens of minutes, and I'm exhausted. Good luck ~ ~