The maîtress looked very unhappy when she learned that the madman had been expelled, but she also found the madman. At this moment, the female foreman is still so beautiful, and the fragrance on her body seems to be stronger.

The maîtress told the madman: "It's useless, the chef you hit is the child of the boss's relatives." ”

Then the madman suddenly realized, oh, so that's the case, no wonder. However, the current madman is so sad and wronged, he doesn't even know how to go back, and he is full of helplessness and despair, so he packs up his own bedding.

At this time, the female foreman suddenly took out ten yuan from her pocket, which was still a brand new ten yuan, stuffed it into the pocket of the madman's pants, and said lightly with a smile: "I don't have any money, I haven't been paid for more than four months, and the boss said that the hotel is not profitable and has no money." We can't leave if we want to, we don't have a salary. I borrowed these ten yuan, which should be enough for your fare home. ”

The madman watched as the brand-new ten-dollar coin was stuffed into his pocket by the maforeman, and then listened to these words, every word in every sentence seemed to sting his heart, it really hurt. The madman didn't know what to say at the moment, but he knew he couldn't refuse the ten pieces.

Eventually, the madman just bowed his head and whispered, "Thank you." ”

The maîtress suddenly smiled, and then said, "Go find a good job, don't run into this kind of boss." ”

The madman just hummed and nodded in agreement when his heart hurt.

But when the madman picked up his last luggage, a fountain pen and half a bottle of ink, the maîtress suddenly spoke again: "I see that you write with a fountain pen every day after work, so what are you going to write with a fountain pen in the future?" ”

The madman pursed his lips and casually left a lie: "Wisdom." ”

The maîtress smiled slightly, like the smile she had when she first saw the madman, very sweet, very sweet.

The madman took one last look at the maîtress in a daze, and left the hotel without looking back. However, how much he wanted not to leave here, although this place was so tired, it was like hell, but in this hell, he had more than just a pen, he even had a female foreman, and now, he had to leave here with a heart full of exhaustion and helplessness, because his fate was not decided by himself, but by the female boss.

The madman's heart trembled, and he wept silently, and swore in his heart that the pen would be able to write infinite wisdom in the future, and that one day, the maîtress would see those so-called wisdoms, but the madman did not understand at all, what was wisdom?

It's just that at this moment, the madman got on the bus and started to go home, and the fare was only five yuan. Before the car started, he turned his head stupidly, as if he wanted to take another look at the female maître d'être in the hotel, but he didn't see anything, as if the hotel didn't exist.

The scenery outside the car window sped by, and soon, with his own exhaustion and helplessness, he returned home with the five dollars in his own pocket and a pen.

His mother reprimanded him loudly, saying that his father was gone, and that he was counting on him to provide for the family now, and that he was still messing around. I still have two younger sisters waiting to go to school. In short, the mother of the madman said that the madman was a psychopath, how could she give birth to such a wasteful son, what kind of sin did she create in her previous life, God wants to punish her like this.

The madman didn't say anything, because the madman cried, and the madman knew that this place didn't belong to him, and he understood that only the maîtress was his place, but there was no going back.

The madman said to his mother, "I want to write, I want to practice pen writing, I want to write wisdom, and wisdom will surely make money and support my family." ”

His mother looked at the madman with a look like a strange look for a moment, and searched for a pen from him, and snapped! There was a hard fall on the ground, and the pen was already many years old, and it was already worn out, and it was now torn apart.

The madman cried when he saw this. And his mother still said, what money can you make just by writing well? What's the use of talking about that now? At that time, I didn't go to school well, didn't I know that only by studying could I get out of the countryside? So he continued to scold the madman for being a psychopath, and even beat the madman when he was emotional.

His mother said while beating back, the madman was born by herself, can she not know how many pounds and taels there are? Still writing? said that he is not the material for studying, let alone the material for writing, and that a madman should be a farmer hoeing the land, or a farmer's life.

The madman cried to the bitter end, not because his mother was beaten, but because the pen that had followed him for a long time was now torn apart. It terrified him, as if his whole world had collapsed in an instant. He made strange noises in his mouth, uh-whin, and wept.

His mother was finally tired and even cried, but the madman didn't understand that his own mother was beating him, and it hurt him so much, but why she was crying, the madman didn't understand at all.

It's just that the madman understands that he has nothing left, and he silently picks up the torn pen on the ground and leaves here without looking back. It's not that the madman thinks that his two sisters and mother are not what he should have raised, but that he understands that he is not capable of this, and even he understands that his mother has not raised him, and even almost starved him to death several times.

The madman understood that there was no place for him, so he just took the pen that had long been torn apart and left this home.

He came to his grandmother's house, and his grandmother rented a room for thirty yuan a month, and his grandmother's job was to sweep the streets, and the allowance for the loss of brooms was two hundred and four yuan a month, and the price of a bag of flour was forty to fifty yuan, and the better one was sixty.

Grandma's job is also to get up early and stay late, get up at four o'clock in the morning, and get off work at eighteen o'clock in the evening. In addition to a dilapidated black-and-white TV, my grandmother's rented room was also a house with four walls, and of course, there was a large black wooden cabinet with grandpa's old face on it. Grandpa died a few years ago, grandpa he was a soldier, he used to defend the country, many brothers died, and in the end he was poor all his life, and even lived outside with his grandmother all his life, because the madman's mother didn't like his grandparents.

The madman sat alone in his grandmother's house, which was only seven or eight square meters, crying, and he didn't know what he wanted to do, so he bought a pack of cigarettes with the remaining two of the ten dollars given by the maedre.

In the long-lost nicotine anesthesia, the madman sat alone at his grandmother's house, trying to piece together the pen that had been torn apart, but the nib that had been sharpened to an unseemly shape had long since been scrapped, and the pen had already done its best.

So the madman smoked a cigarette, and sobbed alone, and suddenly there was nothing else in his heart except the sentence, to write wisdom.

He sobbed for a long, long time, and waited until his grandmother got off work, wearing her tattered yellow cleaning suit, and first looked at the madman with joy, after all, the madman was grandpa and grandma pulled up, but the next moment, grandma was full of sorrow, because grandma knew what happened to the madman.

The grandmother told the madman that she had a salary of two hundred and four dollars a month, fifty dollars for a bag of flour, eighty dollars plus the rent, and twenty dollars for other expenses, which was one hundred dollars, and twenty dollars after counting the loss of the broom, and eighty dollars left.

Can eighty bucks feed a madman? No! Not at all, because the madman's father was in prison, so the grandparents borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends, and it is estimated that more than 50,000 yuan was spent on the father, so the father was able to get out of prison very early. originally expected his father to come out to repay the money, but his father was alone to support a family of five? Also gone.

And now relatives and friends are looking for grandma to pay off the debt, so the grandmother told the madman that she wanted to die and wanted to see his grandfather, but before his grandfather died, he told him that he couldn't carry the account into the coffin, but how should this account be repaid?

The madman said that he wanted to write, but the grandmother said, this is impossible, you must make money first, or you will die, what else can you write? The madman soon understood, and he understood that without money, nothing could be done, not even to buy a pen, it was unattainable.

Grandma told the madman a lot of things, the main thing is that in this world, as long as you have money, you can be considered a person, and no matter how good your writing is, it is useless if you don't have money. Even grandma used his father's incident as an example, saying that his father was sentenced to so many years in prison, didn't it cost more than 50,000 yuan, so that he could come out quickly? The rich people in the village are all bad at writing, don't they also live more like people?

The madman dismissed his grandmother's words, saying that he himself would write wisdom. Grandma even cried and told the madman angrily that as a farmer, you have to be a good farmer and don't think about other things, which is absolutely impossible.

Eventually, the madman accepts Grandma's kindness because he understands that Grandma is just good to him. Grandma said that in a few days she dragged someone to find him a job, saying that the children there were all about the same age as him, all fifteen or sixteen years old, and they were all children who had no money in the family, and they were in charge of the family early.

The madman just looked down at the pen in his hand silently, and suddenly thought, he went to work by himself, so that he would have money, so that he could not buy a new pen? Doesn't he have to tell his grandmother anything?

Yes, the madman laughed at the thought of this, but cried again, and used a handkerchief from his grandmother's house to gently wrap the torn fountain pen like some rare treasure, and then hid it in the big black wooden cabinet of his grandmother's house.

A few days later, the madman was introduced to the electronics factory by a young boy from their neighboring village, which was the only one in their area.

During the interview, the madman saw that the dilapidated factory was full of people, it was an assembly line, and the product was an alarm clock. The children are all about fifteen or sixteen years old, and there are even younger, of course, there are people in their forties and fifties, but there are very few.

The interview maniac was a handsome man of about twenty-five years old, who sat in a dilapidated office surrounded by canvas, and on the shabby desk in front of him lay a box of hard Yan'an cigarettes of two pieces and fives. And the kid from the neighboring village who brought the madman said that this was the factory director.