Although Beijing is the capital of New China and the best place, the life of ordinary people in Beijing in the nineties is not particularly good.

The high-density life in the old alleys is actually not a quality of life.

Even when it comes to memories in the future, the only thing worth commendating is probably the fireworks.

The high-density life makes the relationship between neighbors indeed much closer.

After all, the cry of the child can be heard all over the street, and the sound of the baby can be heard on the whole street.

Wu Hao's classmate lives in such an environment.

Although he has no privacy in his daily life, he doesn't know what privacy is.

Wearing a bright red scarf, he went to class every day when he went to school, and when he got out of school, it was already dark. It was late when I got home.

After all, there is no mention of quality education in this era.

Even elementary school students have to wait until six or seven o'clock in the evening to finish school every day.

Because school ends early, parents don't get off work, what if something happens to the child?

Although the atmosphere of society has become more impetuous day by day, I only think about how to make money and make a lot of money.

But the teachers who eat public meals, although they are not good-looking, are still responsible for most of the students. Of course, for the children whose parents are leading cadres, they will only be more responsible.

"Wu Hao! Do you have any questions lately? If it weren't for the teacher to teach you!" The female teacher in her forties greeted Wu Hao very abnormally today.

Wu Hao does not know many questions very well, but he is not so naïve that the teacher really says, he really asks.

He said honestly, "Teacher, I'll bring charcoal tomorrow!"

"Wu Hao is awesome!" Hearing the word charcoal, the teacher's eyes were simply shining.

In normal times, this snobbish teacher always colors Wu Hao, a child who does some small business at home.

He always said to them, "What's the use of your studies? You won't be selling things in the future! You just need to know how to add and subtract and count! Look at it, Xiao Ming's father is the director of the division, and he will also be the director in the future! He is suitable for studying, and his academic performance is good, look at you! It's over! Waste!"

And if the teacher wants to use what and what he wants to eat, he will make a different expression to the children who have opened a store at home.

Every time the teacher treats Wu Hao like this, Wu Hao knows that the teacher must be eating mutton hot pot again.

The best season to eat mutton hot pot is in winter, although it has now entered the early spring, but at first it is warm and cold, around the steaming copper pot, eating the fresh and tender mutton that has just been shabu-shabu, it seems to be the happiest thing in the world.

The teacher saw Wu Hao so upright, and walked away with a smile.

For these children who do small business, there is basically no one who is smart, and she doesn't want to teach!

As for why they are asked for charcoal and food?

In these years, there is no guarantee that you will be able to buy things if you have money, and the money that turns into a dime every day is not as reassuring as there is anything that can be eaten at real price.

Wu Hao actually had a time when he wanted to study hard.

It's a pity that his family lives in a cramped small room.

The next door turned over slightly, and he could hear it clearly. Not to mention that they talk and chat.

In this kind of situation that has not been quiet, wanting to study hard is basically an idiom "wishful thinking".

I heard that Xiao Ming's uncle was a professor in the university, and when he didn't go to school, many high-level intellectuals taught him to study, and his grades would be bad, so it was strange!

However, the young Wu Hao didn't want to complain.

In real life, for him, there are not too many bad things.

If he had complained about everything, he couldn't have killed himself many times.

I've heard that some adults have been talking about depression lately.

He also said that depression is all fake, as long as you take a beating.

Wu Hao didn't want to suffer from any depression, although the name sounded funny, but he didn't want to be beaten.

Thinking about the bruises on his body that have not dissipated since the last time he was beaten, and the way his father felt distressed and broke off the belt, he didn't want to be beaten again.

Life is like that, it's always unbearable and you don't even want to live.

However, in the past few months, Wu Hao has fallen in love with one thing.

Such a thing is not a person, but a video game.

It's like the famous line that the poet Browning once said, "He looked at it, it looked back and smiled, and life suddenly woke up." ”

This feeling of love at first sight is something Wu Hao has never experienced in his more than ten years of life.

He just wants to touch it for a second more every day, and he wants to spend more time with it.

Unfortunately, this was a luxury for him.

Even when you actually see it, it's just a look at it from afar. As for stroking the graceful-looking handle with his own hands, it was a luxury for him.

He didn't care how many people had pressed the handle, whether it was tight or loose.

All he cares about is being able to touch it with his own hands.

Pity......

This obsession with video games has even gradually evolved into an obsession.

Even, he didn't know why he was obsessed with video games.

Recently, however, I was lucky enough to open a game room near my home.

Although he can't afford to play for a few dollars an hour, he can watch it all day while he is resting, which is already very satisfying for him.

In the process of watching, he also gained some knowledge of video games.

There is a greater understanding of that wonderful world that is not part of the real world.

He even had the idea of living with video games.

He wants to write a love letter to a video game, but his poor handwriting and garbled vocabulary make the love letter look unsightly.

The only thing to be thankful for is that there are a lot of books issued by the school, and I can't use them up at all.

When he was at home, no matter how noisy it was, he could write all kinds of stories on it at will.

Just when he fantasized about being a character in the game, just as he was writing on paper, he found that all the noise had disappeared.

It's so beautiful to be immersed in your own world, so wonderful.

He even felt that even if he couldn't play the game, it was a very happy thing to live like this in the story he wrote.

At the end of school, it seemed that the stars were hanging in the sky.

When I got home, I heard the sound of mahjong, "Dad, the teacher asked me for charcoal today." ”

"Got it. The dad who was busy playing a game of mahjong said.

His fingers are thick and black, and he looks like he has been working all year round.

The noise is disturbing, where can Wu Hao learn to practice, he has to continue to write his unfinished story yesterday.