There are photos of Bai Menglou in his youth, and he is still full of childishness in the photo, that year, Bai Menglou was in his third year of high school.

That year, Bai Menglou, like all aspiring young people, was full of hope for the future, and he wrote a sentence neatly on the first page of his language book: Poor and strong, do not fall into the ambition of the clouds.

He not only dreams of improving his life and his father's life through hard work, but he also dreams of improving the lives of thousands of ordinary people with his own efforts, and cultivating himself to rule the country and the world! He wrote an essay based on Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream," which was greatly praised by his Chinese teacher, and included the following words:

I have a dream, I dream that in the near future, the rich will be richer, but rich and benevolent;

I have a dream, I dream that in the near future, the poor will not be poorer, they will retain their basic living conditions and dignity;

I have a dream, and I dream that in the near future, everyone can change the future with sweat.

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I believe that God will not fulfill dreams for us,

But I'm sure Daystar will point the way to your dreams!

The essay was posted by the teacher on the learning garden on the back wall of the classroom.

But Bai Menglou's biggest dream at the moment is to have enough to eat and have money to buy necessary school supplies. His distant uncle suspended his financial support, not because he was unwilling to support him, but

Affected by the financial tsunami and economic crisis around the world, inflation has become a nightmare hanging over the heads of ordinary people. The rising cost of living and studying continues to rise, and life in Baimenglou is becoming more and more difficult.

The father knew that his son was not easy, and decided to drag a stump leg out to work. Bai Menglou was full of sorrow about his father's decision, but the current situation was like this, it would be hypocritical to say more. He gave thousands of instructions, and said goodbye to his father. In his heart, he really didn't want his only relative to leave his homeland; But if you don't go, how can you sustain your life?

My father, who is nearly fifty years old, came to a strange place with his fellow villagers: Changsha, Hunan. No one wanted to use him because of the disability in his legs. After much pleading, the foreman of a construction site took him in, but the salary was only half that of the others. Finally there was work to do, and from then on, he dragged a stump leg and struggled to work on the construction site. Every month, Bai Menglou's card will receive living expenses ranging from 300 yuan to 500 yuan.

Such days did not last long.

One day three months later, Bai Menglou received a call from a fellow villager saying that his father had died of illness in Changsha!

This bad news was told to Bai Menglou by Wang Dahong from the same village.

At that moment, Bai Menglou felt as if he had been hit by an invisible force, his eyes were suddenly empty, he couldn't see anything, and he was the only one between heaven and earth.

Since the death of his mother, this silent, cowardly, and sickly father is the only relative in the world. In the heart of this lonely, sensitive, and strong teenager, my father is the only source of warmth in my heart!

So, God, are you going to take away this only support, the only sustenance?

Bai Menglou took the train to the east and hurried to Changsha. At the funeral home, he saw his father, but the face that was always smiling in the past was no longer alive. This honest farmer in the deep mountains, after three months out of the mountains, left his life in this prosperous city.

It was fellow villager Sun Xugang who brought him to the funeral home. On the way, Sun Xugang intermittently told Bai Menglou what happened. It turned out that my father was wearing thin clothes, and he slept in a ventilated shed at night, and the weather was unusually cold recently, so he became sick and had a fever. Let him go to the hospital to see, he said that he will carry it and pass, where can the hospital afford it now, you can do all the examinations if you have a cold, and it will not make a sound if you smash it into it for hundreds of thousands of yuan. The workers did not persuade him again. However, after not working for several days, the boss was reluctant and did not let him stay in the shed on the construction site. Then, my father packed up the quilt and lived under the overpass, saying that he would come back to work when he was well in two days.

"Two days later, I went to see him, he was already very weak, I thought this would not work, I had to find a way, I thought of the shelter." Sun Xugang said, "In the past, the detention center was like a detention center, asking for money and beating people, but it is said that they killed a college student named Sun Zhigang, which caused great public outrage, and it was reformed and truly became a rescue institution for the homeless."

So, Sun Xu was just taken by his father to a shelter in Changsha. The scene at the shelter took the two by surprise. I saw a homeless man tied to a bench, moaning incessantly.

"Why did you tie an old man to a stool on a cold day?" Sun Zhigang put Bai Menglou's father down and asked a passing staff member.

"Who are you? You can let go at any time, sign first! ”

"What are you signing?"

"I don't agree to take it in. Are you verbose? The staff said annoyedly. 、

As soon as Sun Xu understood the situation in front of him, he decisively picked up Bai Menglou's father and left the shelter and returned to the underpass.

"It seems that Sun Zhigang is still dying in vain, and he still can't go to that place." Sun Xugang sighed silently in his heart.

What follows is very clear. His father was placed under the overpass, and Sun Xu just returned to the construction site. During the night, it snowed heavily. A passer-by saw that his father was dying and called 120.

The medical staff of 120 arrived and asked my father if he could go to the hospital, but my father refused. He still doesn't want to spend money, and he still firmly believes that "carrying it" can get through.

However, he did not make it through.

The next day, the snow stopped and the sky cleared. The red sun rises and shines on this city covered in silver. Snowball fights, snow-building and photo-takers were everywhere, and the laughter of children shook the snow from the branches.

My father had long since stopped breathing. He slept under the overpass, quiet and serene. The morning sun shone on a faint smile on his face. What is he laughing at?

Perhaps he dreamed of his son's title on the gold list.

Maybe he dreamed that his son was making money, and the father and son didn't have to live so hard.

But he could only see it in dreams.

At noon, when Sun Xu first came, he found his death. At the same time, a homeless man froze to death.

Some socially responsible news media reported on the incident, and some reporters pretended to be homeless people to ask for help at the aid station. The story is the same, the journalist was beaten and forced to sign and refused to accept help.

Public opinion was in an uproar, and the staff of the aid station were interviewed by the media, pointing out that the staff were carrying out their work in accordance with the prescribed procedures and that their behavior was not inappropriate.

Some media interviewed 120 rescuers, and they also said that their work was carried out in accordance with procedures, and their behavior was not inappropriate.

"It seems that these people who have froze to death are behaving inappropriately." Some people sighed and said, "Why does the state's policy change flavor when it comes to the localities, and it becomes justified?" ”

No one can answer this question.

Bai Menglou doesn't need someone to answer this question.

He held his father's urn and sat quietly in his seat, seeing the mountains, rivers and fields whistling outside the train, only his father's shadow lingered in his heart.

Since the death of my mother, I have been dependent on my father for my life, and those days are difficult but full of hope.

In the spring, I often go up to the mountains with my father to work. In the morning, the mountain wind blew, and it was cold. The father took off his clothes and put them on himself. My father's clothes were too long to cover his knees, and there was a faint smell of sweat and tobacco. But it's so warm.

In the summer, it is so hot that I can't sleep at night, and there are mosquitoes flying around, which is very difficult. I fell asleep easily, and when I woke up in the middle of the night, I found that my father had been fanning himself with a fan. Tell my father to stop fanning, he said, it doesn't matter, my father has a special function, he can sleep while fanning.

In the autumn, he and his father went up to the mountains to harvest corn. My father smiled happily at the golden corn, and he would shout a few mountain songs to the distant peaks. It's very strange, such a vulgar person, but his singing voice is so good. His singing echoed the same across the mountain.

"Daddy, Daddy! There are people singing on the other side of the mountain! ”

"Then dad taught you to sing, okay?"

"Yes, yes!"

So there was a quartet of two rough male voices and two immature children's voices in the mountains:

It's the New Year's Day

My sister loves to dress up

Pink skirt yo jasper shirt

Curved eyebrows and twinkling eyes

In February, the east wind is coming

My aunt went to do the laundry

The river is roaring, and the willow embankment is there

Yingying's small waist and white legs

Come in March, a hundred flowers bloom

My aunt is coming up the mountain

High hills, fiery flowers

Long hair yo red face

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The quartet suddenly became a children's duet.

Bai Menglou stopped suspiciously, only the child's voice on the other side of the mountain still echoed in the valley.

"Dad, Dad, why don't you sing?"

Suddenly, he saw tears in his father's eyes.

"I don't sing anymore, I have sand in my eyes..."

The train roared forward and had entered the border of Sichuan. The snow-covered mountains on both sides rushed in front of them and flew backwards.

The father's honest smile seemed to bloom in the sky, and his eyes were like stars, staring at his lonely son in the world.

On the opposite seat was a young man with a part-time job, about the same age as Bai Menglou, he looked at Bai Menglou suspiciously for a long time, and then touched Bai Menglou with his hand: "Brother, are you okay?" ”

Bai Menglou came back to his senses and realized that he was already in tears. "Thanks, I'm fine." He wiped away his tears.

"Why are you crying when you're fine? I want to open it! ”

Bai Menglou suddenly stared at him and said softly, "Reading is sinful." ”

"What do you mean?" The other party froze.

Bai Menglou didn't pay attention to him, just looked out the window, the situation outside the window gradually slowed down, the ground was covered with snow, and the white sky was thick and high.

After Bai Menglou returned to school, he made an amazing decision: drop out!

He made this decision because the pressure of his own school expenses caused his father to go to work and die in a foreign country. There are many successful people in this world, many of whom have low educational qualifications, why do you have to take this path? It was this road that forced his only relative to death! Therefore, dropping out of school is the best tribute to my father.

When he told his homeroom teacher Mr. Li his thoughts, the homeroom teacher said solemnly: You are the first in the grade, and I will never allow you to drop out! I can mobilize my classmates to donate for you, and I can also want to reflect with the principal, strive for the principal's support, and waive your accommodation fees, books and miscellaneous fees. But you can't give up!

Bai Menglou resolutely rejected the kindness of the head teacher, and only said: Dropping out of school is not just because of the cost, but a commemoration of his father, besides, dropping out of school may lead to another successful path.

At the age of 17, he is simple-minded but persistent!

At Bai Menglou's insistence, the head teacher and Bai Menglou finally reached an agreement: Bai Menglou no longer attends classes, but the school retains his student status; Bai Menglou can come back to class and take the college entrance examination at any time.

"Teacher, I'm leaving!" Bai Menglou said softly.

The teacher didn't speak, he didn't look back, he just waved his hand, his hand stopped in the air, his fingers moved, as if trying to grab something, but in the end he didn't catch anything. Then, his hand paused in the air for a moment, as if he had no strength to take his arm back.

Bai Menglou took two steps back, turned around and walked out of the office.

During the afternoon class, everyone found that the books on the desk of Bai Menglou had been taken away, and they were empty.

When the teacher asks a difficult question and no one can answer it, the eyes of the teacher and students are still habitually looking at the seat.

It's just that the tall and thin figure that once sat in that position no longer knows where to go.