Father lost his job. This is a disaster for my family.
Eight years ago, my father married with children came to Shanghai from a remote area of a province. With some driving skills he learned in the army, he got a job as a transport driver. The family finally lived a better life than their hometown. My mother didn't find a job either, and she took care of me and my two younger brothers at home.
But now my father is unemployed. However, my father doesn't think so. After running for a few days, he rented a rickshaw from a rickshaw rental company. Hearing that rickshaws are good for soliciting customers, my father pinned his family's hopes and future on this rickshaw, just as camels pinned their hopes on their own rickshaws.
I was in grade three that year.
Since then, some new topics have been added to my family's dinner table. Besides my mother's endless nagging, I can often hear my father describe with relish the passengers he saw off and the interesting things he met in the street. I can always hear him say, "Today, on my way back to dinner, I stopped by two people and finally made five dollars.". No, I'm late again. " Every time I talk about this, my father's face is always filled with satisfaction. My family is as happy as before, but I am an exception. I eat by myself at this time and never interrupt.
The head teacher told us with several forms that if a classmate has financial difficulties at home, he can apply for a grant from the school. I hesitated, and took the initiative to ask her for an application form after class, and wrote in the column of family financial difficulties: "My father is unemployed, and all three brothers are studying, so the family financial burden is very heavy."
However, my fears soon came true. I don't know whether the aid standards of many poverty alleviation foundations include: those who have more children due to improper implementation of family planning are not included in the scope of assistance. But my school does.
"How did your mother give birth to so many children?" The class teacher said to me afterwards. I can feel helplessness, regret, blame and even ridicule from her words. I am speechless.
I buried my head and chewed silently, and my mother began to nag again: "There are many children in our family ..."
"Who told you to ask for so much?" I interrupted her before she went on. Mother zheng, zheng big eyes, don't know what I said wrong. In fact, when my mother talks to me, she always begins with "there are many children in our family", just like "husband" or "guy" is often used as the opening word in classical Chinese. However, this sentence sounds particularly harsh to me today, although I have never blamed my mother for repeating it countless times before.
I didn't pay special attention to it either. Now they all know, and even avoided them intentionally or unintentionally. Gradually, subtle changes have taken place in my life. I began to become unsociable and like to be alone. As soon as school was over, I quickly packed my schoolbag, ran home, had dinner, scribbled my homework and plunged into bed, whether it was seven or eight o'clock. But often a person can't sleep until midnight. I don't know what I was thinking. Sometimes you don't think at all I will stare at the teacup or alarm clock on the table with the light on for an hour or two.
In the process of various mathematical operations, I have never experienced pleasure and satisfaction. So I bought a thick five-star math question bank, so I won't go to bed so early or be in a daze in the evening. In the dead of night, a question bank, a writing style and a few draft papers have become a pure land of my spiritual home.
The next six months passed quite quickly, and in many unexpected encounters, Jing also had unexpected surprises. I have made rapid progress in mathematics, so I know what "an unintentional willow is a shade". In the senior high school entrance examination that year, I entered the city key middle school in this district with the number of 26 1.
After entering high school, what others feel most is the tension of high school study, but for me, it is how expensive the high school tuition is. From 50 yuan, where I went to primary school, to 1700 yuan now, I'm afraid this growth rate has greatly exceeded the fastest economic growth rate 13% in China a few years ago.
Every time I pay tuition, others will always hand over more than a dozen hundred-dollar bills, but I will give a thick stack to the teacher, all of which are five yuan or ten yuan. Judging from the teacher's expression when counting money, she was quite dissatisfied, as if I had deliberately embarrassed her. I pretended to be absent-minded and didn't pay attention to whether the teacher counted the money wrong. Because at home, mom has counted it many times.
However, this thick stack of money is deeply engraved in my mind, and I know that each one was bought by my father with painstaking efforts and sweat. So I began to study hard and seriously, for money? I don't know, but I know I must work hard. I try to think less about other things, and I often do problems alone in the corner of the classroom during recess, because I have nothing to do except go to the toilet. But even so, the achievements are still very limited. After the end of the semester, the head teacher wrote in my student achievement contact book: "This student is quiet, earnest and diligent, and has great potential for progress." It is said that even the most diligent scientist in the world only used 20% of brain cells in his life. I think the teacher thinks I have great potential for progress. I mean, the remaining 80% of brain cells have yet to be developed, but I don't know how to develop them yet.
It's like two cars moving relative to each other in physics class. The speed of the front car is very high, and the speed of the rear car is also very high, but the initial speed is very small, so time becomes the decisive factor whether the rear car can force the front car out. But when I got to my deskmate, I was afraid that I had already passed the college entrance examination.
This kind of pain gradually deepened with the increase of exams, but to my own surprise, I never thought of giving up. But soon another kind of distress came to me. That is whether to apply for a grant again. The strange eyes of my classmates and my father's thick pile of money are intertwined in my mind. After some hard and seemingly meaningless thinking, I walked to the head teacher.
The next day, after seeing the head teacher leave the classroom for a distance, I caught up from behind and took out the folded registration form from my pocket. The young head teacher was taken aback and almost cried out: "How did your mother give birth to three children? Why didn't your family have family planning?"
"Teacher, do you have the right to decide how many children your parents have?" I don't know where I got the courage. This is the first time that I dare to speak to the teacher so loudly. Perhaps the phrase "having three children" touched my nerves the most. Then I said "sorry" and strode to the classroom without looking back.
In the afternoon, the class teacher quietly found me and told me that this application form was incomplete, and some spaces were left blank, so I had to fill it in. In addition, after filling it out, you should go to the neighborhood Committee to stamp it.
Dead of night. I reopened this application form for financial aid, looked at it carefully, and found that there were so many blanks to be filled in: the nature of household registration, family members, family economic situation, difficulties, whether parents were divorced, whether parents were laid off, what kind of work they are engaged in now, what subsidies they received in the past, and how much ... But my self-esteem was not as good as Soapy's, and I frankly explained the history of "individuals" and "families".
The next day, after receiving instructions, I found the neighborhood Committee. The old lady in the neighborhood Committee is very enthusiastic. After explaining the reasons, she readily agreed. After chatting, I learned that I was a foreigner and asked if I had X-ray proof. I said I didn't seem to have it. The official seal raised by the old lady was put down again and said seriously, "Now, when I reissue it, I can stamp it for you. It is necessary to reissue an X-ray certificate.
There is always one annoying thing after another in senior three, and the "hukou problem" is eyeing me again. The school leader told me that as long as I have a good blue-printed account, I can take the Shanghai exam here. Otherwise, I can only go back to my hometown to take the national examination paper. Simply speaking, it is difficult to go back to college because my hometown is very different from Shanghai. That night, I told my father about it.
The next night, my father took a few bottles of Maotai and two bottles of "China" into a leader's house. As a matter of fact, he has already talked to the leader. So, two weeks later, my father's eyebrows also relaxed, because a brand-new blue printed household registration book has been handed over to me.
It seems that my future study has a new impetus. I am more committed to fiery study. However, after several large-scale exams, I will consume most of that kind of motivation. Since the second day of senior three, I have entered a situation where I have homework to do and words to recite as long as I have free time. I am still panting to follow the pace of the brigade, but I feel more and more distressed. Gradually, I feel my temper is getting worse and worse. At school, I dare not lose my temper with teachers and classmates, because they have little contact with me, so I release these useless energy at home, more specifically, on my mother. When she nags at the dinner table, I will shout, "Will you shut up?" That she lit the fuse of my temper as soon as she spoke. Later, I found that when I was doing my homework, my mother often stood in the distance and quietly noticed me through the window, and secretly discussed something with my father.
One night, as usual, I sat at the table and ate quietly. My father hasn't come back yet, and the room is very quiet. No one dares to talk at dinner now, but I notice that my mother has something special to say. She tried to speak several times, but she didn't say it. I just seem to have tears in my eyes.
When I was about to finish eating, she finally couldn't help it, wiping away tears and saying that when my father gave it away last night, someone gave him RMB 100, and my father gave him all the money he earned these days as change. Today, when I used it, I found it was counterfeit money, which was confiscated by the police station, and the hard-earned money for several days was gone.
I finished my meal in silence, went back to my room and closed the door. I cried for a long time. For the first time in my life, I cried for others, for my father, for my mother and for our ordinary family.
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