After my brother's traffic accident was dealt with, my parents officially showdown with me, hoping that I would stay. The job has also been arranged, and I will go to the middle school to become a teacher.

Teacher was the most unacceptable profession for me at that time. Since I was a child, I have always grown up in the school environment, too close to the group of teachers, you not only see the good side of this group, but also touch the bad part of this group, and it is precisely some unknown side that I have seen, which makes me have a deep prejudice against the teaching profession, I don't want to be a part of this group.

I expressed my thoughts, and my father was very angry, because work is not something that can be solved in a few words, and it must have taken a lot of trouble for my father, even though my father's students were already the director of education at that time. Mother's words were very polite, she said that the profession of teacher is to ensure income in drought and flood, as well as winter and summer vacations, and it is a respected profession. I had a violent argument with my mom, I cried in my room for three days and also went on a hunger strike for three days, and mom and dad finally compromised. Now that I think about how naïve and ridiculous I was, I don't know how much I am.

After many setbacks, I stayed and was assigned to a business with the help of my boyfriend.

When I went to report on the first day, I was shocked. I waited at the door until 10 o'clock, and the door was still closed. I almost suspected that I was in the wrong place, and then the door opened, and a few people came out of it, and they looked like they had stayed up late at night, and they were embarrassed to see me, saying that the new employees were coming, and I entered the office with them. The office is not large, a total of more than 40 square meters, there are two single rooms, one is the director's office, the other is the financial room, and the others are working in the hall. There are 8 people in the unit, and there are only 9 people in me. Later, I learned that this unit is not simple, and it is basically the children of the district leaders. For example, the children of leaders of the Labor Bureau, the Street Office, and the City Appearance Bureau, it can be seen that this unit must be a good unit.

Soon I was able to adapt to the environment, transitioning from an extremely self-disciplined and busy environment in a foreign company to a retirement unit with almost nothing to do.

I joined the company in 1997, when my salary was 414 yuan during the probationary period, and my salary in a foreign company was 3,500 yuan. It seems that there is no need to struggle for anything. I got married a year later, my husband's family is very poor, but he has been chasing after him, my parents, including my brother, are strongly opposed, I am not so concerned about this marriage, because my boyfriend left me without giving me any reason, and I am still in a stage of inexplicable self-competition with myself for feelings. Husband, no, it took a lot of effort for my boyfriend at that time, and finally moved my father and mother. He cared for me almost in every way, and in the end I couldn't live without him, or get used to everything he arranged, and it was a little difficult to leave him, so we got married.

My husband's family is poor, so we rented a house next to my unit, and the rent of the house is 300 yuan, which is the fourth floor, with two bedrooms and one living room.

And so the little days began.

I was in the finances of the unit, and I was shocked when I saw that the employees of the unit were reimbursed for water, electricity, and even heating.

One day, I found an opportunity to ask the old director: can I reimburse my family's water, electricity and heating bills. The old director told me with certainty that he couldn't do it. I was a little anxious and asked why? The old director said that because they live in a public house, you live in a rented house. I was surprised that it wasn't fair. The old director smiled and said: How can there be so many fair things. I was enraged, and muttered: Isn't that the one who is full has to be fed to death, and the hungry can't be allowed to starve to death. The old director gave me a blank look, dropped "That's the reason" and walked away. I was so angry that I stomped my foot there.

At the end of the 90s, the unit also implemented welfare housing, and if the unit was built, it was necessary to rank seniority. The public housing that the old director said is the house allocated by the unit to the workers. The more I think about it, the more sad I become, I am 414 yuan a month, the rent is 300 yuan a month, plus the water and electricity bills and other expenses, the money I earn is only enough for me to live, the so-called food, clothing, housing and transportation, I only account for one.

The next day, I went to the unit to inquire about the division of the room, and they all laughed at me, you have only been working for less than a year and you are thinking about the division of the room, thinking a little too much. I was embarrassed, but thinking about the fact that the division of the room was far away, it was so unfair, and I felt that the days were suddenly boring. After work, I went to the community to go around, and at that time, no one consciously said to buy a house, they were all waiting for the unit to divide the house, and of course there were no intermediaries in the streets and alleys. I didn't get anything to gain, so I went home stupidly.

The families of these Baqi children in our unit are relatively thick, and their parents have arranged everything for them, so they naturally don't know my suffering, but they have a wide range of contacts, and I asked them to ask me privately to see who has sold a house. They thought I was ridiculous when they heard that I wanted to buy a house, and even thought I was a little crazy, but they inquired about the situation for me. The regular worker, whose father used to be the number one in the district and who had the most extensive connections, told me that there was an old man upstairs in their house, and his son was working in Guangdong, and he was going to live with his son and wanted to sell the house. I asked him how much money he had, and he said that 1 square meter was 800 yuan, a total of 80 square meters, a total of 64,000 yuan.

When I got home, I discussed buying a house with my husband, and he thought I was crazy. He said he couldn't borrow the money, so let's wait.

I turned my head away, and I just hated him for not being angry and not talking to him anymore. When I went to the bathroom, I almost tripped because I was in a bad mood. When I was squatting in the pit, I thought: such a small bathroom, only two square meters, I want to buy it for 1,600 yuan, a small half a year's rent. Thinking of this, I strengthened my determination to buy a house, and I wanted to borrow money to buy a house.

With this thought, I began to comb through the people around me.

My classmates were just starting out, and I thought about it and felt like I couldn't talk to them.

I went to my aunt's house and told me what I thought, and my aunt lent me 20,000 yuan, and I gave my aunt an IOU, and my heart was full of gratitude.

I forced my husband to borrow it, and my husband borrowed it from his sister, but my sister's family was my brother-in-law's earning money, and my brother-in-law didn't give it, and my husband was very frustrated, and I naturally felt a little uncomfortable, but I didn't show it.

It seems that 20,000 yuan is the limit of what I can borrow. I suddenly felt so sorry that there was no space for this city.

That weekend, I went home to see my mom and dad, and they saw me listless and asked me what was wrong. I let out a long sigh and talked about what I had been busy with in the last few days, and as I spoke, I suddenly felt so wronged, and I cried as I lay on the table. I cried for a while, and found that there was no movement, and no one persuaded me. It was very abnormal, I looked up and saw my parents sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me and laughing, and I said angrily, "You are still laughing." Dad still smiled and said: You go talk to others, and the rest of Dad will give it to you, and you and Xiaokou will have an IOU. My face was full of tears, my mouth was wide open, I couldn't speak for a long time, and it took me half a day to understand what my father meant, and my wish came true so easily. In other words: I can finally have my own house.

I always thought that my tears were worth more because I cried out of a house.