C2 There Are so Many Things about Wanting to Read

Normally, it would be raining heavily in the south during summer, but today, it was always a bitter day for Jianguo Su, and the sun was still shining brightly.

Yes, the sun was shining brightly, forming a sharp contrast with his bitter heart. It was as if even the heavens could not get past him.

Perhaps because he was tired from crying, he used the corner of his clothes to wipe away the tears on his face. His eyes were red and swollen as he walked on the bustling street.

Even though his heart had fallen to the bottom of the valley, he still insisted on reading again, so he still chose to study in the same way as Jianjun Cheng.

Placing the reference book on his chest, he walked slowly. Step by step, he walked very slowly.

He could see two old men sitting cross-legged on the ground, smiling as they fought. That pile of chess pieces was their spoils of war.

That half-white, half-bearded old man laughed so happily, as if there was nothing in the world that was happier than playing chess.

But this happiness only belonged to that old man. His life only had bitterness.

Not far away, a few children wearing red scarves were laughing and laughing around the hawkers selling ice clubs.

Children holding ice sticks. His smile was so pure, as if eating a bite of the ice cream on a hot summer day was his greatest joy.

This kind of happiness was carefree, and Su Jianguo had never felt this kind of happiness without worry since he was young.

The sadness filled his nose with bitterness. He wanted to cry, but his tears had dried. He wanted to roar, but he was speechless.

He could only silently walk through the bustling crowd, as if everything had nothing to do with him. However, it really had nothing to do with him.

It was as if everyone in the world was so happy, and only he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself.

Slowly walking back home, it was already sunset. His father was smoking a pipe. When he saw Su Jianguo walk back, he only glanced at him before tapping the bottom of his shoe a few times. Then, he turned around and walked into the house.

The youngest son of the Su family walked over with a bamboo ball in his hand. This was the remaining material Su Jianguo's father used to make a chair. Because he was afraid of wasting it, he made a ball for the youngest son of the Su family.

The youngest son of the Su Family, who was swaying unsteadily, walked in front of Su Jianguo. "Big brother. . . Qiuqiu. . . "

Su Jianguo looked at the hopeful expression on the youngest son's face, but he did not know how to open his mouth. His little brother did not understand his mood, and he was not in the mood to play with his little brother either.

The youngest son of the Su family walked over and tugged at the corner of Su Jianguo's clothes. His pair of sparkling eyes refused to give up.

At this moment, the second and third daughter of the Su family walked back with a bamboo basket on their back. They ran up the mountain to get some pig grass.

Su Jianguo looked at his second sister and third sister. Third sister was not even as tall as the bamboo basket. Carrying her was so difficult.

Su family's second sister quickly put down the bamboo basket and rubbed her hands against her body. After rubbing off the soil, she quickly walked over and picked up the youngest son of the Su family. She instructed the third sister, "Third sister, put the bamboo basket here and take me to eat. "

The third daughter stretched out her little fat hand with a scar on it. The wound on her hand was caused by grass with thorns on the mountain. Judging from the degree of the scar, it seemed to have just formed a scar not long ago.

The third girl used a lot of effort to carry the youngest son of the Su family. She timidly looked at Su Jianguo and quickly walked to the kitchen.

The Su family's third girl took out more than ten pieces of money from her pocket, which were full of furrows, and said, "Brother, this is the money I saved. Why don't I not go to high school? You can go to university. "

Su Jianguo looked at the money in his second sister's hand and tightly gripped the book in his arms. Knowledge changed fate. He was not a selfish person who only thought of himself.

However, he really wished to change his future through the college entrance exam.

Conflicts flashed across Su Jianguo's eyes. He could not say any words of rejection, but he could not say anything to accept it either. He could only gloomily push away the Su family's second daughter's hand.

"There's no need. " Su Jianguo turned around in a sorry state. His second sister's sensibility made him seem like the most unfilial child in his family. This kind of perception made him unable to breathe.

Although Su Jianguo felt guilty, when he thought of how Cheng Jianjun's mother was worried about him, he was jealous. He also wanted to fight for himself once more.

"Dad. . . " For this one time fight, Su Jianguo decided to have a good talk with his father.

Su Jianguo's father put down the broken porcelain bowl and looked at Su Jianguo. "What is it?"

"I want to repeat. " Su Jianguo lowered his head. He knew that this sentence was very selfish, but he. . . Could not forget the scene of Cheng Jianjun and his son in Xinhua Bookstore.

That scene provoked the 18-year-old Su Jianguo. He did not want to lose to others and fall behind others.

"What? You still want to repeat your studies?" Su Jianguo's father looked at him with a pained expression. "Boss, you know that we can't afford your tuition fees anymore. "

"But dad. . . Everyone has the opportunity to study. Why can't I?" Su Jianguo did not want to listen to his father's words. He did not want to shrink back.

"It's not that dad doesn't want you to learn, but you failed. . . " Su Jianguo's father's words provoked him.

"Dad, I only failed once. How do you know that I won't be able to pass the next test? How do you know if you can pass the test if you haven't tried it before? " Su Jianguo became anxious. His heart was filled with contradictions. His guilt and determination tore at his rationality.

"Even if you managed to get into the university, boss. . . Our family's tuition fee for the university. . . " Su Jianguo's father said hesitantly.

"There is work and study in the university. I will earn my tuition fees by myself. " Su Jianguo told his father with certainty.

"Boss, you are already 18 years old. Our family's financial situation. It's not like you don't know. . . " Su Jianguo's father's words reminded him of the scene when he saw Cheng Jianjun and his son in the Xinhua Bookstore.

In the Xin Hua Bookstore, Cheng Jianjun's mother was full of confidence for her son's studies. She was even more so to let her son learn well and personally choose books.

His parents were not like Cheng Jianjun, giving advice and planning for his studies, nor did they encourage and support him for his future.

His father would only tell him that his family was poor and could not provide for him to study.

His mother would only watch from afar, not saying a word, never saying a word!

Why was he born in such a family?

If he had a parent like Jianjun, why would he feel guilty? Shouldn't he be happily preparing for the reenrollment test?

Su Jianguo looked around his house. There were four walls in his house. Everything was old and damaged. Even his shoes were worn.

How many years had it been since he last had a new set of clothes? Almost five years!

Since primary school, he had always picked up pencil heads that were not used by Jianjun to do arithmetic exercises. It was because he was born in such a poor family with many children!

Su Jianguo's mind was filled with the scenes of Cheng Jianjun and his son. In the Xinhua Bookstore, the parents who accompanied their children to buy revision books stimulated his mind.

At this moment, Su Jianguo's rationality was collapsing. He was grumbling and even hating his own birth. In such a pitiful family!

"Dad! I want to repeat my studies. No matter what, I will go and study!" This was the first time that Su Jianguo was being willful. He shouted at his father.

"But. . . " Su Jianguo's father had a troubled expression on his face.

"No buts! Dad, I only want to take the exam. I don't want to be a farmer, nor do I want to be an ordinary worker! I only want to change my fate through the test! Do you understand? Dad. . . Change my fate. Change this poor family! I don't want to live in this kind of family anymore, I don't want to be poor anymore. Do you understand?" Su Jianguo's words became more and more radical.

"Dad, how much can you sell the farming and bamboo chairs for in a month? Can you afford the tuition fees for your younger brothers and sisters? You can't! Why? Isn't it because our family is poor? Father. . . Our family can no longer be poor, we can no longer be poor!"

Su Jianguo's father frowned tightly. He looked at Su Jianguo, who had never been so excited before, and his heart ached to the extreme.

"Yes, it's father who is useless. He is unable to give you a rich family. "

Su Jianguo was immersed in his own world. He only cared about convincing his father, not caring how hurtful his words were.

"Dad, knowledge can change fate. You have to believe me. I will definitely change our family. I will definitely. "

Su Jianguo's words seemed to have touched him. The more he spoke, the brighter his eyes became. It was as if he could see the future.

"Fine. . . If you want to study, then go ahead. "

Su Jianguo's father sighed. He turned around and left, leaving Su Jianguo alone in the room.

Su Jianguo looked at his father's unsteady steps. Only then did he realize that he had accidentally said that he hated the poverty of his family. This hatred had provoked his father.

His father's health was not good, and he had been working day and night. He should not have talked to his father like this.

However, when he entered university, he would repay his father properly.

The second daughter of the Su family walked in with a bun in her hand. She looked at Su Jianguo, who was studying at the desk, and said softly, "Brother, Dad went out to borrow money from relatives in the middle of the night. Don't worry, we will definitely let you continue studying. "

Su Jianguo nodded and did not know what to say. He just took the bun and stuffed it into his mouth. He did not dare to speak and did not know how to answer this sensible second sister.

Su Jianguo was only studying at home for a month. The summer vacation was not over yet. His father was exhausted and had a heatstroke, so he was hurriedly sent to the hospital.

In the corridor of the hospital, Su Jianguo repeatedly washed his face. Although his father was not seriously ill, due to continuous exhaustion, it was not suitable for him to continue working for half a year.

His father owed a huge debt to him. Now, the family did not have much rice and food. The burden of the entire family rested on Su Jianguo overnight.

Su Jianguo powerlessly lowered his hand. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the white wall of the hospital, holding back his tears.

He knew that he probably would never have the chance to enter university again.

Everyone said that bitter children should take charge early on. But who knew that bitter children should be in pain and cry?

At this time, in Cheng Jianjun's house, Cheng Jianjun was eating boiled melons. His only sister, that thirteen year old sister, mischievously walked in and snatched his melons. She proudly said, "Brother, mother said that if you didn't finish the exercise today, she wouldn't give you a meal. "

Cheng Jianjun tilted his body and looked at his younger sister. "Go, go, go. Have you finished your summer homework? Come and meddle in my business. "

"Mom said that men can't control themselves, so they have to rely on us women. Mom gave me this. She told me to keep an eye on you. If you slack off, I'll hit you. " Cheng Jianjun's second sister took out a wooden ruler.

This was a wooden ruler used by Cheng Jian Jun's mother to make clothes for people.

Cheng Jian Jun's second sister had the appearance of a young adult. She shook her head, looking like a private school teacher staring at a student.

Cheng Jianjun curled his lips. "Alright, Miss Cheng, thank you for your hospitality. "

"You have to call me my son. "

"Alright. . . Become my son. . . "