In the evening, I transferred all the money transferred to me by Huang Xiaoya into my arrears account, and I exhaled a long breath when I saw that there was only 28,000 arrears left. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Twenty-eight thousand, I only have 420 interest left a month in the future, and now the construction site can get three thousand a month, Wang Kai said here that there are at least twenty cars a month, counting some time is wrong, it should still be possible to unload five or six cars a month, and probably get seven or eight hundred, plus the income of four or five hundred for night singing, there is almost more than four thousand income a month. Compared to before, I only have a thousand dollars more expenses, and I can calculate a few hundred dollars more net income, plus less interest, I can still save hundreds in a month, and if I am lucky, I will write a few good songs, and maybe I can pay off the arrears. I was confident about the future, "I'm going to write a song that celebrates life," I shouted to the sky.

The people on the side of the road were sideways, but I strode forward without shame.

The next day, I slept until nine o'clock, or was woken up by the phone ringing, but Wang Kai called, saying that there was a car of goods to be unloaded at noon, and reported the address to me, saying that it was far away from the building materials city, so I could prepare early, don't delay him.

But he didn't know that this relatively distant location was very close to me, near my house, only a few hundred meters, so I said yes and got up to wash.

After eating breakfast and looking at the time, there were still three hours before the time agreed with Wang Kai, and I thought about writing a song praising life.

I was playing the piano and memorizing the melody, when suddenly my mother pushed the door in and shouted: "Why don't you go to work early in the morning, what are you doing at home? How many people are the same age as you, they have a house and a car, just you, thirty-one years old, have never paid half a penny from the family, and eat me and wear me all day long, now your father can still earn, and when your father is old, I see you ......"

As soon as I was idle, my mother would start her tirade immediately, but the song could not be written, and I walked out of the house in a gloomy manner, but I didn't know what to do.

I also wanted to explain to my mother that the construction site was over, but for some reason, every time she reprimanded me without asking for a reason, I was always full of resistance, and even when the words came to my mouth, I would force them back. Sometimes I even admire my son, when my mother reprimands him, he can always find a lot of reasons to refute, even if it is clear that he is wrong, he can make his mother tell him that he is sorry, saying that he needs to be taught, not reprimanded.

Thinking of my son, I also have a place to pass the time, and I have to go to the kindergarten to watch my son go to class.

My son went to kindergarten in the village, and my mother was not there when I was eating just now, so I guess I sent my son to kindergarten.

The kindergarten in the village is not badly built, although the teacher's diploma is not very high, but in my opinion, the child's nature is to play, and I don't expect him to learn any advanced knowledge in the kindergarten. My wife wanted to send him to the kindergarten in the city, but unfortunately she was pregnant again, and she was afraid that she would not be able to take care of it if she had to open a store, so she could only listen to me and let her son go to the kindergarten in the village, and his mother would pick him up.

The kindergarten in the village is only a kilometer away from my house, and it is only a few steps away. I peeked at the window, and the children in the kindergarten were reading the texts with the teacher, one by one, and then came to the small class, but the curtains were drawn, and the voice of Xiong Daxiong Er came from inside, thinking that they were watching cartoons inside.

I was a little speechless, this is really a little different from what I thought, shouldn't children play games in the sun? Hiding in the little dark room and watching the bears infested? This is really very different from what I imagined. I began to think that my wife might be right, and the expensive school naturally has her expensive reason.

I didn't see my son, and I suddenly had nowhere to go. I'm a person with a very low emotional intelligence, just like Huang Xiaoya said, I can't chat, yes, I can't chat. I do things with a very purposeful nature, and I don't know how to talk about superfluous household routines, let alone the kind of gossip about the length and shortness of other people's homes.

My inability to chat leads to my lack of close friends in the village, plus I don't smoke, drink, gamble or prostitute, and I can't even find a common topic with others at many wedding banquets in the village, which also makes me less and less dislike to participate in wedding banquets, and many times I go to go and leave.

There was a person in the village who ate, drank, prostituted and gambled at the plenary meeting, and once joked that I would definitely prostitute people who don't drink, smoke, or gamble, but others don't know about it. It's impossible for people not to be interested in entertainment, I'm either a sinister character who hides too deeply or I'm a fool, I can't be a good person, and everyone can't stop nodding.

I was speechless and told them that I actually liked to read and sing, and then the man seemed to grab my handle, and immediately shouted excitedly: "I'll just say he likes prostitution, you listen, he said himself, like K, like K!" and the crowd burst out laughing.

Since then, I have rarely attended the wedding banquets in the village, and I even look down on those who get drunk as soon as there is a banquet, and I feel that I am not the same kind of person as they are. I like to write songs, I like to sing, I like to read, I like to create, is this lower than their eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling? I even think that there is no one in the village who is my kind, I go to KTV to sing, and they go to KTV to prostitute.

My wife often says, you are talented, you are talented, if you don't tell it, how will others know? You see that you are so mixed up that you have to go to the construction site to move bricks, can't you change it?

My mother also used to say that when you have nothing to do, you just go out and walk around, and you stay at home, either playing the computer or playing the piano, what else do you say? What do you do now? Why did I give birth to such a useless son as you, your father is so good at making friends, but you can't even speak.

My withdrawn personality made me feel out of place in the world.

I sat in the corner of the kindergarten class, listening to the laughter coming from time to time, and for a moment I was overwhelmed with thoughts. I wanted to write a song about life, but now I don't feel like I'm doing well, and I don't fit in with the world.

The sky is sunny,

And I'm hiding in the corner,

There was a lot of noise outside,

I couldn't find a reason to join them.

My inspiration came suddenly, I touched my body, and found that I didn't have a pen, so I was busy picking up a pebble on the side of the road and writing on the concrete floor. I didn't expect that in just half an hour, I wrote a few melodies of acceptable quality, with lyrics, and before I had been arranged and polished, I felt that it was already very good. I took out my phone, took a picture of the words on the ground, and then couldn't wait to go home and use the piano to pop up the idea.

As soon as I said I'd do it, I got up and ran home.

When I got home, my mother didn't know where to go, she just wasn't at home, but fortunately I had the key with me, unscrewed the door, and I rushed up to the third floor at once, rushed into my study, opened the lid, turned on the computer, and opened the arranging software.

I don't fit in with the world, I compose music, fill in the lyrics, and hum a couple of sentences from time to time, which makes me happy.

Soon more than an hour passed, and my song was probably formed, only the arrangement and polishing were needed, and I was excited to do the arrangement, but unfortunately the voices of my mother and my son had come up from downstairs.

"Grandma, are there thieves in our house? I'm going to get a gun!" was my son's voice.

"Maybe your mom is back. "It's my mother's voice.

I couldn't hide on the third floor and make them think that they were really thieves and be frightened, so I opened the door of the study and shouted down, "It's me back!"