The world is broken, the cubs mend it

Yuanyuan was home alone, and the house was too small so she could only sit on the edge of the bed.

There was a small table next to the bed, and she was lying on the table playing with a somewhat old rabbit doll.

It was given to her by Uncle Wang’s sister next door. She likes this little doll very much.

The little guy kept looking towards the door, not knowing when his father would come back.

Chen Jiahe used to think that the town was lively enough, but after entering the city, he realized that there is always a better place, and he walked a little further without realizing it.

Stopping beside a store with retro decoration, he saw through the window that there were exquisite stuffed dolls on the cabinets inside.

Last night the child came back from Wang Ziheng's house holding an old doll. She liked it very much and even held it until she went to sleep. She had never had such a toy in the village.

After hesitating for a moment, he pushed the door open and went in. He chose a soft yellow puppy doll, which was about 40cm long and could also be used as a pillow. However, he felt a little painful when paying for it.

When he got home, he took out his key and unlocked the door, and then he heard the sound of footsteps jogging.

When Yuanyuan heard the sound of the door opening, she knew it was her father who had returned, so she quickly jumped off the bed and ran to the door.

"Dad, you're back!"

"Hmm..." Chen Jiahe felt warm at the sight of the child standing at the door to greet her. She handed the puppy doll to her and asked, "Do you like it?"

"Puppy!" Yuanyuan hugged the soft doll and squeezed it happily: "Dad, I like this."

"nice! You love it…"

Chen Jiahe closed the door and went into the kitchen to wash the vegetables. It was more convenient to use water in the city, and there was no need to carry a bucket and walk far to fetch water.

"Dad, where's Uncle Wang?"

Yuanyuan hasn't seen Wang Mazi for two days and doesn't know where he has gone.

"He lives outside. Have you finished the words you were asked to write today?"

Before leaving, Chen Jiahe gave the child some small homework, asking her to copy a few unfamiliar words.

“I wrote two…”

Yuanyuan was lying on the bed holding the puppy. Her father assigned her six characters to write. She wrote two and wanted to play with them for a while longer.

“There’s time to finish the rest.”

Chen Jiahe did not urge her to write. The child was usually a little slow, but she would always finish it in the end.

"it is good!"

Yuanyuan put the little rabbit given by the sister next door next to her pillow and concentrated on studying her new toy.

There are many lively places in the city. While waiting for the interview results, Chen Jiahe took his children for a walk.

The city center is a prosperous area with beetle-like cars traveling on the streets and some buildings on both sides towering into the sky.

Wang Mazi has been waiting for the results in the hotel these days, always worried that he will be rejected. He doesn't even have the interest to read magazines.

If he fails to be selected and goes back in disgrace, he will probably be scolded by his father again.

The results came out seven days later, and all the selected interviewees received employment letters.

Chen Jiahe had just crawled out of bed early in the morning when he heard someone downstairs shouting that there was a letter for him.

He passed the interview and will officially report to the factory tomorrow.

After dinner, he took the letter and went to the hotel with his children to see Wang Mazi. When they arrived, he was leaning against the front desk with a big smile on his face. He was so excited to see them that he almost jumped up.

“I actually passed!”

He was very nervous during the interview and spoke haltingly, so I didn't dare hold out too much hope.

"Uncle Wang, my father also received this letter!"

Yuanyuan happily shared the good news with him that they could stay here with Uncle Wang.

"Great! I'll pack up and go to the factory tomorrow. Hotels are really expensive and I'm running out of money."

Wang Mazi calculated that he didn't have much money left. He would have more money once he got a job and received a salary, and then he could send some to his family.

"How much do you have left?"

Chen Jiahe still has some money on hand, and if he is really in need, he can lend him some.

"When did you become so generous? I still have enough, but if it's not enough, I will definitely ask you for help."

If it were in the past, he would definitely not have said such words. Wang Mazi felt that he was becoming easier and easier to get along with.

However, the factory provides food and accommodation, and apart from buying some books to read, I don't have much need for money, so I don't need to borrow from him for the time being.

"..."

Chen Jiahe was not very generous, he just considered Ma Zi a friend, so he was willing to help.

Fang Jie, who interviewed with them that day, also passed, but the position she interviewed for was different from theirs.

Yuanyuan's schooling has not been settled yet. Chen Jiahe is not familiar with the city and needs help from experienced people in many places.

Wang Ziheng has been busy with work recently and can only take the father and daughter to go through the formalities when he has time, so the progress has been much slower.

But Chen Jiahe was still very grateful to him as he had helped her so much.

He works in the factory during the day. He prepares lunch in an iron box in the morning and rushes back to heat up the food for the children during the lunch break.

Yuanyuan is always alone at home during this period. In the evening, the sister next door will come to play with her after school.

Her father had told her not to go out alone, so she spent most of her time during the day drawing at the table.

By the time I completed the admission procedures, it was already late autumn. The weather suddenly became cold, and the leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the street turned yellow and fell all over the ground.

Yuanyuan wore a red coat and carried a small schoolbag, and went to school holding her father's hand.

"You have to listen to your teachers at school. If anyone bullies you, come back and tell me."

Chen Jiahe sent her to the classroom entrance and reminded her worriedly that it was almost time to go to work and he couldn't stay here for too long.

"I know!"

Yuanyuan waved at him and followed the teacher to her seat.

She was the youngest student in the Yuhong class and was arranged in the first row. There were two other students of similar age to her, but they were a few months older than her.

The teacher gave her new textbooks and workbooks. The content of the Yuhong class at that time was somewhat similar to that of the first grade, which would be difficult for her to learn at her age.

What was unexpected was that she could actually read. She held the textbook in her two little hands and said to herself: "Chinese textbook? Let me see!"

"Are you literate?"

The teacher was standing next to her desk and heard her clearly, but I don’t know if she knew her or if it was just a coincidence.

"Yes, my father taught me."

Yuanyuan opened the textbook. The front part taught the children to learn pinyin. The pinyin was written in large letters and was easier to recognize than in the dictionary.

"Do you know all those words?"

The teacher didn’t think too much about it at first. There weren’t many parents who gave their children early education, so she just thought she was someone she knew a few of.

"Teacher, I know all the pinyin above."

Yuanyuan has been studying for almost a year from last winter to now, and can now read all the pinyin.

"You know them all?"

The teacher opened her mouth in shock and pointed to two words and asked her to read them to her. It turned out that she could actually recognize them.

Are children nowadays starting their education so early?

She had read the information of the child's father. He was an employee in a nearby factory, and the column for his educational level clearly stated that he was illiterate.

It is true that you cannot judge a book by its cover. Not having been to school does not mean you are uneducated.