At this time, Zhong Rui ran to the store lively, he seemed to be alive every day, but looking at the waiters in the store and the owner of the store, they were all full of sadness.

Maybe they are worrying about how to make money to support their families, how to make more money, and when they will be able to live a good life.

They also jumped alive and kicked, but the years gradually restrained their feet, and life gradually tied their hands, and they couldn't get rid of them even if they struggled desperately, and finally they could only be caught.

"Uncle Wu Bin, when did you come back?"

"I arrived yesterday, Zhong Rui, is it fun to be here during the summer vacation?"

"My dad let me learn English every day, and I didn't have time to play."

"Didn't your dad say let you play for an hour every day?"

"Yes! But I studied longer. ”

"Zhong Rui, don't keep thinking about playing. By the way, what about you, Mr. Zhen? Ask her to come and help you with your English. Brother Xiong Wen said

"Teacher Zhen is in front, I'm going to call her."

So saying, he came to us.

"Teacher Zhen, Dad said that you should go and help me tutor English now."

"Hmm"

So, we went to the table at the back of the warehouse, and you started to teach him English seriously.

"When did you hire a tutor?"

"Not your brother's friend yet, that little girl is pretty good."

"When did you meet her?" My brother asked me to arrive

So, I told my brother how I met you and your mother, and when I finished speaking, I felt sorry. I'm so honest, in fact, there are some things I can not say.

I remember when I was in sixth grade, I used to hang out with my friends, and we both liked to set off firecrackers, so we bought some firecrackers together at a nearby store and we put them around.

Unconsciously, I came to the door of a female classmate's house, I wanted to ask her to come out to play, but I was afraid that there were people in her house, and the children were relatively shy at that time, so we decided to blast her out with the sound of firecrackers.

At that time, there was still cotton in front of her house, and I accidentally threw the firecracker on the white cotton, and in a blink of an eye, the things on the ground turned from white to black.

The little friends around me were so frightened that they ran away, and I was the only one standing there, and I knew that I had thrown the whip.

Soon her grandmother ran out of the house and began to grab the cotton that was still burning, but it was too late. The old man cried when he saw the cotton he had so hard harvested from the field turn to ashes.

"I burned the flowers, I'll call my mother." I don't know where I got the courage back then

Soon, I was at the place where my mother used to play cards, and she didn't notice I was coming.

"Mom, I burned other people's flowers."

She didn't seem to hear clearly, and continued to play her cards.

"Mom, I burned other people's flowers, and others are now asking for money."

I still remember that she was so angry that she pushed off the cards in her hand and went with me to the house where the flowers were burned.

In fact, they are all from the same village, and they all know each other. After they had a few conversations, I followed my mom home.

"You burned the flowers alone?" The family asked

"Hmm"

"There are so many people whipping them, how do you know that you burned them!"

"I saw my whip fall on the flowers."

"That's what you said to the old man."

"I said I burned the flowers by myself."

I still remember that my mother's face was red with anger at that time, she scolded me vigorously on the side, and my grandmother persuaded me vigorously on the side. I knelt on the ground according to my father's house rules, and kept talking

"I'll pay back the money when I pick up garbage in the future."

At home, my biggest fear was my dad, at that time, he had been helping people build houses in a nearby village not far from home, and he basically didn't eat at home every day.

Before he went home, my grandmother took me to a grandmother's house next door to watch TV. I couldn't sit still and watch TV all the time, and I always felt that someone would burst in through the door and pull me out and beat me up.

But things didn't go the way I thought. On the way to watch TV, there was indeed a face that leaned in through the door, and he only said:

"Don't do it again."

And then it was gone.

It was the first wrong thing I ever did, and the only wrong thing I ever did, and it was this wrong thing that left me with the impression of being an honest person in the hearts of others.

In fact, now that I think about it, I was not wrong at the time, the so-called fault is just that you can't accept that result and can't afford to bear that kind of responsibility. I'm glad I confessed at the time, I'm glad I did something that was wrong in the eyes of others but right in my own conscience.