"That ......" Chen Chuan took a few deep breaths, he controlled his somewhat spasmodic fingers, lowered his head and said with difficulty: "I just want to ask, that," his face became more and more pale, and there was already obvious tremor and hoarseness in his voice, and he forced himself to speak word by word: "Is there any financial aid in the school?" ”

Teacher Qin sat up straight, he looked at Chen Chuan in surprise, found some clues in the student's ugly pale face, and finally sighed, didn't ask much about the reason, just answered him in as much detail as possible: "The school has relevant regulations, apply before the start of each school year, and now it is not yet open, you can try to submit the application," Teacher Qin hesitated, but still chose to tell the student the truth: "Because you have not applied before, you may not be able to pass the application." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Teacher Qin......" Chen Chuan grabbed his right arm with his left hand, lowered his head and tried his best to suppress the crying in his voice: "My dad said, maybe my family can't help my tuition, Teacher Qin ......" He raised his head and looked at the head teacher, and the young man's clear eyes showed the pain and helplessness of understanding the world too early: "I want to study...... I want to go to university......"

In this world, there will always be some pain that comes from being caught off guard, from powerlessness. It makes you resent your blood relatives, makes you resent the injustice and cruelty of fate, and makes you ask yourself why you were born in the world, but it is also these pains that make innocent children grow up instantly, let young people who are ignorant of the world know how to take responsibility and responsibility, let the aggregation and separation, let the happiness be incomplete, and finally, there is no long body, and you are alone.

Teacher Qin looked at the student wordlessly, and could only pat Chen Chuan on the shoulder as the last, most insignificant comfort.

The changes in Chen Chuan's family did not bring much change to his school life - of course, this is by no means that there has been no change at all, for example, he is now more reticent, and everyone can feel the change in him, but so what? Most people care about too many things and are too miscellaneous, and the inconspicuous changes of a classmate can hardly arouse their interest, this is the third year of high school, what's strange isn't it normal? It should be said that no change is abnormal.

He was still the first to arrive in the classroom and the last to return to the dormitory. On the one hand, learning is the only half point that can comfort him now, and on the other hand, this can also evade Song Jia very well. The latter still didn't give up, always wondering what was really going on. Chen Chuan thanked him for his kindness, but still stubbornly rejected the kindness of his friends, who are always overly sensitive, and the sympathy of friends sometimes makes them more uncomfortable than painful.

Song Jia had been observing Chen Chuan silently for several days. Compared with before, Chen Chuan seems to be busier, every day he just wakes up and finds that Chen Chuan is no longer in the dormitory, and Chen Chuan only pushes the door in when he has to sleep at night; In the past, the two of them made an appointment to go to the canteen to eat together at noon, but now Chen Chuan basically waits until the end of the peak period of dining in the canteen. But no matter how he asked, Chen Chuan was silent.

Not only Chen Chuan himself, but his friendship with Song Jia also became sensitive and strange in the silence. Whether it is Chen Chuan or Song Jia, they are actually too young, they don't know that friendship or affection is a kind of thing that looks beautiful, but is very fragile and can't stand the grind.

But before the two teenagers could express their views on the friendship, Chen Chuan replied to his application for a bursary. I don't know if it's a disaster, this reply is the worst kind of the class teacher talked to him about before - "Many people's bursaries have actually been applied for since the first year of high school, and there are very few examples of halfway applications that can be passed." Teacher Qin said to him worriedly: "Because there is a fixed amount of bursary, many of which are set from the first year of high school, you only apply halfway, you have to provide a lot of information, and it is really difficult to pass the review." ”

Now, Mr. Qin's words have come true. The reason for the rejection of the application was indeed because the quota had been used up, and the reason was that the reason put forward by Chen Chuan was insufficient, so his application was euphemistically rejected by the school.

Chen Chuan received the reply notice a week later, after a class. Just after the end of the class bell, the teacher habitually dragged the class, and it didn't end in a hurry until it was close to the start of the next class, at this time, the head teacher called Chen Chuan to the office and handed him the notice. He said apologetically: "I also explained the situation to the school, but they also said that it was very difficult, because it was really unfortunate this year, two students in the liberal arts class at the end of the last semester also had an accident at home, and they had applied for grants and tuition waivers, and the places were used up." They suggest that you better think of other options, the school can give you three months in terms of tuition, but no longer. ”

Chen Chuan took a thin piece of paper in a daze, although the few short words on it were euphemistic and polite, but this was not different from simple and rude. In short, it is simple and clear to cut off almost all of Chen Chuan's hope. He pinched the piece of paper until his sweaty palms moistened it.

"It's nothing," Chen Chuan forced himself to smile, "Anyway, there is no way to do it, no one can expect this kind of thing...... No one wants to. He sniffled, trying to make himself look calm and natural, but he didn't know that in the other party's eyes, he seemed to cry the next moment: "I will try my best to solve the tuition fee, or thank you teacher, if it's okay, I'll go back to the classroom first." ”

He folded the piece of paper a few times and put it in his coat pocket, then turned and left the office.

In the next few classes, Chen Chuan's mind was blank, he mechanically followed the teacher's board to take notes, and mechanically opened his mouth to recite the text, but he didn't remember exactly what he wrote, what he read, and what he memorized, and he didn't remember it at all afterwards, and even when he saw the still neat notes, he was very surprised - because there was no impression related to it in his memory.

After class, he went back to the dormitory early without even eating, and took a phone card to call his father Chen Aiguo, who was in the hospital. He wrote down the phone number at the nurses' station at the hospital and could ask directly about his father's condition. Speaking of which, this is much more useful than asking Chen Aiguo, after all, medical staff will not deliberately deceive their families, but as a father, he will instinctively hide not so good news from his son.

"Oh, that means he's recovering well, right?" Chen Chuan forgot his troubles for a while, and was happy for his father's rapid recovery from sadness, "Oh, I can eat some food now?" Don't have to drink porridge anymore? Oh, thank you so much, Aunt Chen, thank you very much, I watched him go to the hospital on the weekend, yes, you tell him first, otherwise the old man will be angry again. Well, okay, okay, oh, medical expenses......" He frowned, but the corners of his mouth were still upturned, "It's okay, okay, did my third uncle go to the hospital?" Have you just been? What about this cost...... Oh, is it an addition? Much better? Two thousand? Okay, I know, I'll call the third uncle and tell him. Okay, I'll hang up first, okay, the old man woke up and told him that I called, okay, okay, goodbye. ”

"Third uncle, I'm a Sichuan baby. Well, I'm at school, um, I'm fine, it's okay. I just called the hospital, um, medical bills. No, it's not the one last time, I heard that it was something added, I can't see the bill of expenses in the hospital, I hear that it seems to be an additional hospitalization fee, a lot? Two thousand. That's right. What's the attitude on the construction site? That's no way, what did that person say? Oh, he's borrowing money? It's really not okay for us to advance the money ourselves, it's impossible to see the old man being shouted out by the hospital, well, okay, I know, okay, you take care of the third uncle. ”

When he hung up the phone, Chen Chuan collapsed on the bed as if he had lost his strength, he covered his eyes in pain, and the tired words of the third uncle Chen Xiangqian kept echoing in his mind: "...... On the construction site, they said that they had done their duty, and it was definitely impossible to add to this bottomless pit all the time, and shouted that we should find a way personally, and I found the worker, but he said that he wanted to take the money, but now he has no money, and he has been borrowing money; The relatives at the head of the village scraped together 2,000 yuan for your old man, and barely paid his medical expenses, and now I will find a way to pay this hospitalization fee. Chuan Wa'er, if you want to study, you can only rely on yourself......"

The third uncle, Chen Xiangqian, said that he relied on himself. He was also asking how he could rely on himself. He thinks that he can go to the small restaurant outside the school every day to work to serve dishes, or he can work for those night snack stalls at night, he is not afraid of hardship, but these jobs are easy to be discovered by the school, and secondly, he actually does not have this time. The midday job started at half past eleven and lasted until half past one, when they had not yet finished school, and the night job was not until two in the morning, when he could not even go back to the dormitory.

Now, for Chen Chuan, it is no longer a question of reading, along with the question of how to survive, these complicated and desperate questions fall on him one after another, like a heavy mountain firmly pressed down, and he is not a fool, he does not know what to do to get himself out of the predicament.

On that hot afternoon before the age of eighteen, the young Chen Chuan vented powerlessly with silent cries and roars. When he was finally out of breath and exhausted, Chen Chuan finally got up from the bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, and then took a deep breath and left the dormitory. He still has classes in the afternoon, and he hasn't eaten lunch yet, so he has to hurry to the cafeteria, because after eating, he has to take another nap.

The pressure of studying in the third year of high school is too great, but Chen Chuan hopes to catch the tail of this pressure and let him carry through the most desperate summer in 18 years.