Efforts can't close the gap. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the beginning of the 20000s, there was already a huge difference in the conditions of education between rural and urban children. Taking teaching aids as an example, Chen Chuan only found out that there were so many teaching aids and workbooks for various problems after he went to high school, not to mention the three major subjects, and there was never a shortage of teaching aids for the three subjects of biochemistry, physics and physics. These materials and teachers have repeatedly brainwashed you, emphasizing that even one point improvement is a victory, and the students in the city take it for granted, and only Chen Chuan, who is from the countryside, feels shocked.

Many times, it is not that children in rural areas do not work hard, but that the teaching conditions cannot be fair from the beginning. When the learning burden of urban children is so heavy that it is necessary to pay special attention to reducing the burden, students from rural areas may have only one textbook and two or three designated teaching materials, but there is no more. This is not a problem that can be solved by personal quality, vision determines the pattern, when urban children are accustomed to all kinds of question types and all possible problems are at their fingertips, rural students may not even hear of those topics - this is why Song Jia's English tutoring for Chen Chuan is not very effective, the reason is that Chen Chuan has seen too few question types, and Song Jia has turned these into instinct.

This sentence deeply stabbed Chen Chuan. There is no time to compare to the stimulation of Chen Chuan at this time. Song Jia mercilessly pointed out to him a cruel truth: you don't have so much capital to squander, you have fewer opportunities than others, so when something stands in your way, you'd better leave it all behind - because you don't have the capital.

This is the greatest harm that poverty can bring to a child.

Chen Chuan and Song Jia fell silent in the empty classroom.

This is a summer afternoon that Chen Chuan remembers the most. In the silence, he heard the boring and regular chirping of the summer cicadas, the sounds of talking outside the classrooms, the sound of footsteps, the sound of desks moving and the ground rubbing, the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops, and the faint roar of horns and vehicles outside the school gate farther away.

In the end, he finally gave in.

Chen Chuan is often praised by adults: "This is a reasonable child." Therefore, although Song Jia's words made him feel embarrassed and embarrassed, and even annoyed, he finally suppressed these emotions stubbornly, because he knew that only a true friend would say this to him, and would tell him that you can't afford to waste an opportunity, and that giving up a rare opportunity because of useless self-esteem is not something you are qualified to do.

However, Chen Chuan also made a suggestion to Song Jia: "Actually, we can contact Fang Ping and Zhao Mo," his face was calm, and he even said flatly: "I think if you want tutoring, they must have found a tutor at home." ”

"If you can, it's still good to learn together."

Song Jia actually regretted it a little.

He's not a kid who doesn't understand anything. On the contrary, because of the relationship between the family and his parents, from a very young age, Song Jia learned to "don't just care about the surface, but think about problems from a deeper level". He has a pair of very good parents, although Li Xia's doting on her only son makes Song Chu quite eye-catching, but that is only because Song Chu is from a military family, and his requirements are higher than ordinary people. In fact, Li Xia paid considerable attention to the cultivation of Song Jia's personal qualities - for example, she told Song Jia when he was very young that only by keeping himself and his surroundings clean and tidy can he really pay attention to hygiene, which benefited Chen Chuan immensely, at least their bedroom hygiene has never been a problem.

If Song Jia didn't know much about the difference between the countryside and the city before, he understood everything after going to the countryside last summer. The pair of brothers who dropped out of school at a relative's house left him with a deep memory. Those two are definitely not stupid people, on the contrary, Song Jia thinks that the quality of the brothers is no worse than his own, but he is studying in a key middle school in the city, and the two brothers who are not big in age have begun to think about working or even starting a family, if there is no influence of the surrounding and family environment, Song Jia thinks that this is absolutely impossible to happen.

It was also after that trip that Song Jia's attitude towards his parents changed subtly, and he began to consciously reduce the number of confrontations with his parents, and he also began to force himself to study seriously - at least his attitude was not particularly correct until then. Song Jia deeply understood what the gap between urban and rural was, and from that time on, he felt sympathy and pity for his roommate and friend Chen Chuan - of course, this was something that had to be hidden from the sensitive other party.

Therefore, when Chen Chuan decided to give up the opportunity to go to the Song family for tutoring out of self-esteem, Song Jia immediately became angry—lamenting his misfortune and angry with him. Even acting faster than his brain - those words were not entirely his own, a large part of them were the regretful sighs of his parents for Chen Chuan when chatting with him - but after saying it, he faintly regretted it, not that he was wrong, but that these words were quite hurtful because they were too true.

However, Song Jia can't say sorry or sorry. At least for now, he can't tell.

After going to college, Chen Chuan gradually reduced his contacts with Song Jia. Although the difference between their schools is the biggest reason, another very important reason that Chen Chuan never mentioned is what Song Jia blurted out on that summer afternoon.

Chen Chuan still maintained a good relationship with the Song family, he regularly called to greet Li Xia and Song Chu, and would also bring gifts to the Song family on holidays, but he subconsciously chose the days when Song Jia was not there - for example, when Song Jia, who was studying in the far north during the short holidays, would never return.

Of course, that's all for later. Back in the afternoon of the day before the second holiday of the second year of high school, Song Jia carefully considered the rationality and achievability of Chen Chuan's suggestion, and he found that this suggestion was quite operable.

So he quickly called Zhao Mo and Fang Ping separately, and the two of them promised on the other end of the phone that they would persuade their parents to let them tutor together - even Zhao Mo implicitly expressed his praise for this suggestion: "I think this thing is very good, it is more motivating." ”

Chen Chuan still had to go home - after all, he hadn't been home for three months, he really missed his parents, and he had to stay with his classmates for at least a month, so he had to explain it to his parents.

This reason successfully persuaded Song Jia, who wanted to let Chen Chuan and himself go home immediately.

The weather in early July was already unusually hot, and when Chen Chuan walked on the mountain road with a large bag of luggage, he really felt the water in his body being lost. The clothes on his back were already soaked, and the impermeable vest because of his schoolbag was stuffy and warm, making people feel extremely uncomfortable, so even though he was very tired, Chen Chuan still quickened his pace, hoping to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Chen Aiguo was rarely not busy in the fields. Chen Chuan had already called home in advance and said when he would be home. He killed a chicken to make soup, went to his cousin's pond to buy a fish (although the other party didn't take his money) and planned to braise it, and prepared Chen Chuan's favorite pork ribs - in short, Chen Aiguo, who had not seen his son for three months, planned to show Chen Chuan with practical actions how much his parents missed him - even Li Qiuping would say a few words about why Chen Chuan was not at home when he was sober.

At the beginning of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, the color of the terraced fields is no longer the green of early spring, but begins to transform into a deeper green, as if with a hint of inky green. The smell of rice mixed with the smell of dry earth fills the air, and these gases, which carry the most earthy and wonderful smells, enter the body through the breath, inhale oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide - and the smell of the field gradually permeates every corner of the body, until even the blood is stained with the smell.

The power of the sun was waning - the sun was half-setting on a distant mountain beam, surrounded by a reddish sunset. But it was only a colloquial, crude adjective, if it were to be described more precisely—bright red, deep ochre, brilliant golden red, unrestrained vermilion, and shy pink. These shades of red add the most gorgeous colors to the otherwise colorless clouds. This is a sunset that belongs to the mountains, not obscured by high-rise buildings, unscrupulous and even aggressive.

However, for Chen Chuan, whose language scores can only be described in general, sunsets are commonplace, and what makes him pay more attention to the brilliant sunset is not for any romantic reason, but because Chen Chuan has heard the old man say since he was a child: "The morning glow does not go out, and the sunset travels thousands of miles." "For crops close to heading, every precipitation is precious.

He could still see the sunset struggling on the mountain beam, and Chen Chuan could finally see the dark roof of his house. That's the scenery he can describe with his eyes closed - sandwiched between two mountain beams, the walls of the two-story small building made of regular bluestone strips are painted with ****, the herringbone roof is covered with black tiles, and a few yellow cypress trees on the east side of the courtyard cast a huge shadow in the summer, an ordinary and featureless farm yard.

It can't have an elaborate study, nor does it have a convenient kitchen and bathroom; It has poor lighting and often needs to turn on the lights to see during the day; Because it is built directly with bluestone, it does not pay attention to moisture-proof, and the smell of the house always carries a strong muddy smell in summer, but it is cold and damp in winter; The furniture is clumsy and old, and the few appliances are functional.

Not to mention the taciturn father, the sometimes confused and sometimes sober mother, the poor material and even poorer spiritual life.

People here have been waking up in the morning and sleeping at sunset, and entertainment is closely related to the solar terms, all around the fields and the harvest. It's a completely different world for cities.

But no matter what, for Chen Chuan, this is his home.