MTL - Investment Life-Chapter 10

When he got up the next day, Chen Yuanming was surprisingly quiet, without a word, his expression was blank, and even Chen Jianhua, who had been careless, found something wrong.

"Doudou, are you sick?" Wang Juan put her hand on his son's forehead. "Isn't you too busy studying lately? Mom will get you some eggs to supplement ..."

Just like those who worried about money last night did not exist at all, her smile was still so kind, and her eyes were pure care and expectation of herself. Chen Yuanming shook his head silently and lowered his eyes.

He remembered. Wang Hui's youngest daughter, Yuanming. A somber little girl with a stupid foot. He was not very impressed with this cousin in the previous life, but only met a few times during the holiday visits, and vaguely remembered that she had injured her leg in an accident when she was a child. But he never thought that if he had money at the time, this lameness might be cured ...

Memorizing this kind of thing is like a dried up water sac. It can't be twisted and tightened without force, and it can't squeeze out what you need. But to get those things back is often sad and sour.

In the following days, why the parents' relationship became increasingly indifferent, why the aunts never came to visit again, why Xiaoyi always treated his family with cold eyes ... and the family fell apart. He used to think that it was because his family had no money and short-sightedness that he didn't want him to go to high school or college. He just wanted to let him enter the factory to mix iron rice bowls. But he did not expect that his parents had so eagerly expected him to succeed in school and become a leader.

And in this life, he can really do it. The best high school on the market is admitted to the top universities in the country. He is not a genius, but as long as he is willing to study hard, these are not difficult. But his family ... even if he can make money, thousands, tens of thousands, or even 100,000 million, that will be two or three years later, after he stepped out of this closed city.

Far can't hydrolyze near thirst.

In the classroom, everyone was listening attentively, sprinting for the upcoming final exams. This was their first chance to change their destiny in this life. Chen Yuanming sat straight in his seat, looking at the draft full of characters in front of him, the date that was described over and over again.

In fact, he always knew how to take shortcuts. He had experience, ability, and the most important prophets. But subconsciously, this plan has not fallen on paper. Just because of his craving, because of his desire. Once again, why can't he have a better life? A period of less anxiety, valued by parents, a proud childhood, a period of less embarrassment, and walking on the campus life of the highest school ...

Unfortunately, he couldn't get it.

"Chen Yuanming!"

A sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, Chen Yuanming lifted his head, and saw Teacher Han staring fiercely at 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 are up, you start to return to the original state?" Looking at the other person's expression of regret, Mr. Han's voice was sharp. "You stand up for me! Dare to go to my class? What you are holding What, give it to me! Don't you think you can stop taking lessons? You can do whatever you want? In just a few days, your tail is up! You deserve it! "

Chen Yuanming stood up silently, looking around for a week, and saw that most of the classroom was filled with gloating eyes, and there were a few disdainful frowns. He lowered his head, felt the date again, and closed the book. Reached out to take out the schoolbag from the drawer, swept all the textbooks on the table, Chen Yuanming simply took the schoolbag and walked to the classroom.

Startled by this action, a whisper rang in the classroom. Mr. Han just took a long while to return to God, and yelled loudly when the boy stepped out of the classroom. "Chen Yuanming !! Do you want to be fired? This is a school, not where you want to come and where you want to go!"

Chen Yuanming turned his head and glanced deeply into this clean and bright classroom. The young and slender young girls with different expressions, the middle-aged woman who was angry and disoriented ... so familiar and so strange. He can't go back.

A slightly self-deprecating smile came to his lips.

"No need to get fired, I dropped out."

In an uproar, Chen Yuanming stepped out of the classroom and walked briskly. Suddenly there was a strange sense of pleasure in his heart. Now that he is the top three in the school, will Han Qian be held responsible for his dropout? But this was no longer important, he no longer had to disguise himself, staying awkward among the children. There are more important things for him now ...

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"Chen Yuanming!"

With a violent drink, the door was slammed open. Chen Yuanming put away the envelope at hand and raised his head. I saw his dad rushed in with an angry look, grabbed his collar, and dragged the man from the bed.

"You **** tell me! What's going on at school today!"

"Just like you heard, Dad."

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"You **** have a face to pout!" Pu Fan's big slap slammed down, Chen Yuanming beating. "Give me an apology to the teacher!"

"Doudou!" Wang Juan rushed into the door. "What are you thinking about? This is almost the graduation exam, how can you talk back to the teacher! You! Go and admit your mistakes, I will be with you ..."

It seems that the call was made directly to the factory, and the corners of his mouth were hot and sore. In the face of the angered parents, Chen Yuanming shook his head gently.

"You king and eight cubs !!!"

Chen Jianhua kicked over with a bang, the table and chairs around him were knocked to the ground, Chen Yuanming was kicked out of balance, took a few steps back, and supported the ground with one hand.

"Not going to school ?! What can you do without going to school ?!" Trembling hands quickly unfastened the belt, and the cowhide belt was tightly clasped in the palm. "How old do you think you are? What do you think you are doing ?! You **** give I made it clear! "

"No more school, I want to go out and make money ..."

With a snoring sound, the belt waved down, a bloodstain appeared on the cheek, and Chen Yuanming drew a pain, but did not escape.

"Make money ?! Make a fart! Where can a 15-year-old little fart make money? What money can you make ?!" With the roar, the belt split his head and smashed his face.

"What crazy is this ..." Wang Juan fell down on the bed next to him, crying, "What are you crazy ?! Ah ... isn't Liu Yun's bitch! It must be her !!! "

"No ..." A whip was drawn in the neck, Chen Yuanming gritted his teeth and shook his head vigorously. "I don't like her little money!"

Chen Jianhua laughed angrily and stopped short of gasping. "Don't look ?! Do you have hard wings and think you can! Make money? Is it as easy as you think about making money ?! I'm almost forty, and I only have 80 yuan a month. Why can you make money? Money? With your junior high school?

Bloodshot slid down Chen Yuanming's cheek, he smiled, and the corners of his eyes were aching. "With my help for Aunt Liu, she made more than 1,000 yuan a month."

This remark was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, making them stand still together. Chen Yuanming didn't pause. "I already have a plan, and I also bought a train ticket. It will start at 7 tomorrow and I will go to work in the south."

"Train ..." Wang Juan's lips pursed. She hadn't even taken a train in her life, not even around the train station. "You are only a few years old, do you know ... neighbors will say you ...... Do you know that you do n’t go to school in the future ... I beg you, please do n’t send this crazy? Let ’s apologize to the teacher, you can get a high peas, you can get ... "

Tears slipped down Wang Juan's cheeks. Chen Yuanming only felt uncomfortable in the throat. He wanted to tell his mother that in the last life, they could not save enough money to give back to Xiaoying, so that a little innocent and lively girl would fall for life Disabled. He wanted to tell his mother that overtime and overtime destroyed her spirit. After three years, she would fall asleep when she was on the night shift, allowing a group of thieves to steal important materials in the factory, lose their jobs, and ridicule the eyes of people. Moderately spent half a life. He wanted to tell his mother that because of overwork and overwork, his father eventually suffered a strain injury, and his back was sore and distressed every time he changed ...

So many words stirred in my heart, but the last thing that squeezed out from the teeth was, "I want to make money, a lot of money. Even if you interrupt my leg, I will go out and watch."

Looking at his son's knee-length waist plate and the things radiating from his eyes, Chen Jianhua shook his hands and his belt slipped between his fingers. His back fell down, and it seemed to be ten years old. He looked at his wife who was silent and his son with blood on his face. He shook and walked out the door.

"Jianhua! Jianhua!" After crying two voices without recalling her husband's back, Wang Juan fluttered on his son. "You can't even think of opening it? How can you let me and your dad raise their heads in front of others ... Mom is bad, mom is bad ... Why can't our family live a good life, and why can't you go to school! Doudou, why don't you think about it ... "

Some hot things slid down the neck, dripping on the flesh wound, and there was a burning pain. Chen Yuanming endured for a long time, and finally reached out and hugged his mother, "I will make a lot of money, Mom ... don't worry, I will make a lot of money ..."

Something was rolling in his eyes, and his heart hurt. But compared to the previous tangle, his heart was calm and firm. He is no longer that innocent child. He has memories and experience far beyond his age. He should bear the family instead of putting his parents into poverty and hardship again.

Resurrected a lifetime, he can do it.

Early the next morning, carrying a small bag, Chen Yuanming took more than two hundred pieces and an identity card into the green leather car and set off on a journey south.

Behind him, there were no farewell friends and relatives, but only a letter quietly lying in a postbox outside the train station. The beige envelope was written with a few fair pen words: l City Bearing Factory No. 2 Middle School 3rd Grade 2 Sun Long (closed).

The author has something to say: Hey, I can finally change the copy, I do n’t know if there is something unexpected = w =

I really feel that it is unrealistic to be reborn to enjoy childhood without care, but it is better to take on adult responsibility ~~

The next copy starts with cool rhythm xdd