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Linhai City, the central city of China and the most prestigious economic metropolis, seems to be able to give birth to gold in every inch of soil, and is the dream habitat of the Chinese people. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, under the sun, how can there be no darkness, and no matter how prosperous the city is, there are also poor corners.

An old residential area on the outskirts of the city, 40 years old, tells the story of the peeling walls on the surface of the buildings.

Early in the morning, a teenager walked out of Room 305 of Building 12, with a delicate face, bright eyebrows, and about * years old.

The young man struggled to pull on the big iron door that had fallen into disrepair, and because of the exertion, the muscles on his face were tense and elastic, and a little sweat oozed from his forehead.

With a long breath, the young man raised his hand and wiped his forehead casually, confirming that the large iron door disproportionate to his body had been closed, and then turned around and left with confidence.

In fact, in this dilapidated residential area, except for rats and stray cats and dogs, thieves never patronize. But since the time when the boy had the strength to close the iron door, he always had to put a lot of effort to close it every time he went out, and when he came back, he had to push it open with even more effort.

There was no other reason for this, because there was his only relative in the house.

Because it's unique, it's so important. The boy feared that one day the man in the house would be gone, and he would be left alone.

That kind of world is too cruel.

Climb down the battered staircase, pick up plastic bags and leaflets that you can pick up, and throw them in the trash can in the corner of the building.

Thankfully, the basic property is ok and the rubbish is taken care of every morning so it doesn't pile up.

After throwing away the garbage, after passing two buildings, turn right out of the side gate of the community, and go forward for 200 meters, which is a vegetable market.

The teenager has been coming here every day to buy groceries for three or four years.

I picked up some fresh amaranth, selected two tomatoes that were not small, weighed two catties of eggs, and politely said some homely things to the vegetable seller aunt I already knew, and then returned home along the same road with the vegetables.

He gently put down the vegetables and eggs, and then took a lot of effort to open the big iron door, took out the key to open the door, and returned to the house.

The room was dim, the curtains on the floor were drawn all day even during the day, the space in the living room was not very wide, but it was neat and almost spotless, even the two-meter-high cabinet had no dust, and the boy stepped on two stools to clean it carefully.

Putting all the food into the kitchen, the boy glanced at the pendulum clock hanging on the wall, and felt that it was still early, so he went into the bedroom to see his only relative.

Pushing open the bedroom door, it is like walking into the night, and the light inside is thinner than the living room. Double curtains hang in front of the window, blocking all corners where sunlight may invade.

The boy didn't like to come back here because there was a decadent atmosphere in the air.

That's right, it's decadent. He confirmed that the words he had read from books were really quite appropriate for the bedroom scene. He couldn't understand why his only relatives had to run away from them when the sun was so bright and warm outside.

The eyebrows are slender like a line, and at this time, they can't help but wrinkle slightly.

"I just ate stewed chicken in a casserole yesterday, today I changed to eat some lighter vegetables, tomorrow is my birthday, and I usually eat vegetarian noodle soup."

The boy walked to the window and looked at the sloppy man lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and a trace of sadness crossed his heart.

Other people's fathers are clean and neat, and they will accompany their children to play in the community park, but their own father seems to have never groomed his face in his memory, and he rarely even leaves this bed, let alone walks out of this room and goes to the park to play with him.

He habitually said something to his father, although he hardly answered or even spoke.

The boy did not like the atmosphere of silence, although he called it a drinker.

Picking up a copy of the Tao Te Ching from the bookshelf and sitting on the chair that has been placed by the window all the year round, he inadvertently lifted the corner of the curtain to let a meter of sunlight in, injecting a little fresh flavor into the decadent bedroom.

He secretly turned his head and saw that his father had not woken up, so he began his daily homework - reading with peace of mind.

He has a lot of homework every day, and since he can remember, the first Chinese character vocabulary he knows is homework. The books on the bookshelf have always been in his memory, from literacy to the present, he has read the Confucian classics, the art of war, the love of the Mo family and the legal system of the Legalists, Guigu also roughly browsed, according to his father's request, now start to read the Taoist masterpieces.

To be honest, for teenagers, it is really difficult to read these obscure words, and reading through them is not the same as reading, how can seven or eight years of life experience be able to see the meaning of penetrating the back of the paper!

But Dad let him read it, and he read obediently, never lazy, even though he had a lot to do every day.

Next to him was a heavy new dictionary, which he had bought at the bookstore at his father's request. At that time, he had a hard time picking up this heavy book, and now the book was almost destroyed by the teenager.

After reading a page, about two hundred words, the boy rubbed his eyes, then marked the book, put it back in its place, then jumped out of his chair, glanced at his father, who had his eyes closed, and then turned and went out, and began to prepare breakfast.

It's very simple, add some millet from yesterday's leftover rice, and then boil it into porridge with two eggs in it. In the corner of the kitchen, there is an old jar, which contains the special pickled mustard root taught to the boy by the grandmother next door, and takes out a clean pure white dish and clips some of it, and then carries a large bowl of porridge and a peeled egg to the father in the bedroom.

Put everything away, and then habitually say, "Dad, it's time to eat." Then he turned and left the bedroom.

Dad doesn't like others to watch him eat, this is a rule he figured out by himself, because when he is in the bedroom, Dad won't move. And when you leave and go back after a while, the food you have made will be eaten cleanly.

The boy is very happy at this time, because he knows that his father is at least still paying attention to him, and he is not alone.

The boy finished his meal in the kitchen, then went back to the bedroom to clean the dishes and chopsticks, cleaned the kitchen briefly, and then began to continue his homework.

Coming to a blank wall in the living room, the boy put his hands on the floor, and then threw his feet against the wall with force. Once your body is stable, slowly release one hand, spread your legs, balance with one hand, and then stabilize your body for five minutes.

One hand was only tried by the boy two months ago, so it is not too long to hold on now, in fact if he tries a little harder, he can do it for ten minutes or even a quarter of an hour, but in that case, he will not be able to continue his normal work the next day.

He didn't worry about his father, he was worried that he would be hungry, so after trying it once, he didn't dare to continue.

Five minutes later, the teenager switched to both hands and then to the other and continued the same training.

When this was done, the boy returned to his normal position, and although his breath was a little breathing, it was not very violent.

Without stopping, the teenager continued with eighty quick push-ups, then fifty more squats after getting up, then fifty push-ups and fifty more squats after getting up.

After this set of movements, the teenager will really feel sore and tired, but as long as he rests, he can return to an active state.

After exercising, the boy went into the bedroom, continued to read the book in the morning, and when he finished a page again, he closed the book and went out to the living room to continue the previous training.

Handstands, push-ups, squats.

Over and over again.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for lunch again, and the boy used a rice cooker to cook rice, then stir-fried the amaranth, and then finished a mustache persimmon, and began to eat.

As in the morning, bring the food to Dad to the bedroom and clean up after eating in the kitchen.

There is also a scheduled training session in the afternoon, but before the training, he has one more thing to do.

The old man in Building 5 liked to play chess with him, and when he had time, he always accompanied him to play a few games.

So he locked the door and left the house according to the procedure.

The moment the big iron door closed, the sloppy man lying in the bedroom suddenly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes should it be, as if they have traveled through thousands of years, full of stories.

After a while, he closed it again, as if it had never been opened.

(To be continued)

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