he lived

I was walking in this old residential area, it was noon, and there was a strong smell of fireworks. The range hood in the small restaurant next to it was lined up in the aisle with a greasy smell. Out of a sentence of dirty words.

Seeing these situations, I actually felt a little funny. From the beginning, I laughed softly, and then slowly laughed out loud, and tears came out of laughter. I squatted on the ground covering my stomach with one hand and scratching my stomach with the other. land.Pedestrians on the road looked sideways, and a little girl came over and asked me if I needed help and could call 120 for me. I thanked me repeatedly and said that I was fine, but she left worriedly, and looked back to see if I was really safe. good.

Seeing this little girl, I suddenly remembered what happened when I was a child.According to the current popular saying, I can be regarded as an atypical phoenix man.Born in a remote village, he was admitted to a school in a big city by relying on the entrance examination, and lived on stipends, scholarships, and part-time jobs all the way.

The only difference is that I am not my own child. I am an "adopted child" bought by my adoptive father for 5000 yuan. Maybe I was stolen?snatched?It may also be sold by the biological parents themselves. Who knows, anyway, I will live in this house for 5000 yuan.

My adoptive father was a poor bachelor who was addicted to alcohol. He married a mentally handicapped woman in the next village when he was 40 years old. After five years, he still hadn't given birth, so he had to buy me from a kidnapper.A few years later, the non-laying hen in his mouth got sick, and he was reluctant to pay to go to the hospital. After hanging two bottles of water in the village clinic, he went there.I can be regarded as growing up stumbling all the way by myself. My adoptive father didn’t plan to let me go to school after I graduated from primary school, because the thirteen or fourteen-year-old children in the village can go out to work with their relatives.

But at that time, there was a college student in the village primary school who helped me finish junior high school.It was she who told me that I must study, only in this way can I get out of here, and it was she who told me that high school and universities all have subsidies and scholarships for poor students.I remember the day she returned to the city after finishing her teaching life, she was just like that little girl, looking back at me worriedly all the way, and still telling me that she must study.

It's a pity that I was admitted to a university later, but I couldn't find this kind teacher who supported me.I can only silently wish her a safe and happy life in my heart.