"There's something to say, you can't help if you say it." Can you help with the money or can you help with the effort?

I'm afraid that the two brothers will fall out.

Before anything happened, the three brothers were divided into four families.

After thinking for a moment, "Why don't you come and live with me?" ”

Mother Song immediately refused.

"Living with you, just your little house?" No, the broken house is not yours yet, how can you have the confidence and face to say such a thing with the help of it.

Besides, "That house was made by me and your father after half a year of hard work, there was nothing at that time, it was much more difficult than now, when the family was separated, your grandmother refused to give anything, all left to your uncle, I and your father carried a bunch of rags out without even a place to stay, and there was not much money on me, and I was reluctant to hire someone, little by little I came back with yellow mud, and went to the mountains to cut thatch, we lived in that house for a lifetime, and I will die in that house." ”

What is the destination, that is.

There is no reason to leave it to a few unfilial sons.

Roll is also someone else's roll.

Song Shi: Okay.

It's good for you to be happy.

As he spoke, he walked to the dilapidated house.

I haven't lived there for a few days, the house looks even more dilapidated, and when the wind blows, there is a different kind of depression and slaughter, which is very cold like the mood of Song's father and mother these days.

The grass in the yard was all dried up and rotted on the ground

This grass grows so luxuriantly in the summer, how good, the sickle can't cut it all, and it comes out again within two days of cutting, as if it can never be shoveled.

As a result, when it is time to die, it is still necessary to die.

The grass is like that.

Not to mention people.

It's the same when you're old.

The more Song Mu thought about it, the more bitter her face became, and the colder her heart became.

Father Song is no better.

Song Shi was walking, but when he looked back, the two of them were clearly caught in some kind of emotion.

He shouted.

Song Mu looked at him in a daze, and there was a big word in her eyes, 'What did you just say'.

Song Shi rolled his eyes, "Mother, what are we going to eat tonight?" ”

What to eat?

How do you know what you eat!

As he walked inside, he asked, "It's still early, I'll go to the field and pull a little cabbage and fry it, and then steam a few corn steamed buns ...... a meal, "Do you still have cornmeal at home?" No, what else do you have to eat at home? ”

It's not like it's all over the past few months.

Thinking that every time she came back, her youngest son would see him either nibbling on cakes, smacking noodles or making dry rice, and her heart tightened.

Helpless again.

It seems that she has to make up for it.

But fortunately, it can be made up for in a bright way now.

I saw the stinky boy rolling his eyes, "What kind of corn steamed buns to eat, it's not like there is no rice at home." ”

"M? Do you still have rice? Mother Song followed up and searched everywhere in the house.

Scold.

There really is.

That's a lot.

Only... It's quite mysterious.

Seeing the youngest son take out an oil-paper bag from the house, Song's mother's eyelids jumped, and the next second––

"Dad, mother, I bought a roast chicken to celebrate the end of my exam."

Mother Song: ...

A sentence of the loser is on his lips, and he swallows it back, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

But people also said that it was a celebration.

But he still muttered, "I don't know if I can pass the test." ”

So many knowledgeable and educated young people, can you have the share of a junior high school student born in mud legs?

Is it better than a cliff hanging.

"Okay, the child has bought it back, why don't you hurry up and get it!" Father Song was very annoyed and even more reluctant to listen to this.

Urge the old woman to clean up lunch.

Mother Song first steamed the rice into the pot, went home, and came back with an angry face not long after.

Father Song looked at her hands that didn't have anything, "Didn't you say to pull cabbage, what about your vegetables?" ”

"Returning the vegetables, there's a fart in the field!" couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

No?

Father Song frowned, "No, I went to water it this morning, it's quite..." paused, reacted, and his face didn't look good, "Did they pull it all out?" ”

"Then who knows, I guess it was eaten by a dog!" Mother Song's face was cold, but she didn't want to say more.

It's noisy.

What else is there to say.

It's just that I didn't expect the boss's family to do so well.

Song Shicai didn't want to nibble on any cabbage, no matter how delicious the cabbage was, it couldn't taste meat.

After eating, Song's mother cleaned up the table and chopsticks, and the two went back.

One can imagine what will happen after that.

Song Shi didn't go to see it either.

The afternoon sun is just right, and the west wind is warm, which is suitable for sleeping.

By this awakening, it was almost dark.

The next few days were the days when I ate and slept and woke up and ate again.

On the contrary to him, the intellectual youth in the village also had just finished the exam, and the discussion was in full swing.

This question, that question...

Exhilaration.

But no one is the standard answer, and no one knows whose answer is correct.

During this period, no one came to look for Song Shi.

What are you looking for him?

A hillbilly junior high school student, can he still pass the exam?

After that, it's time to fill in the volunteers.

Song Shi thought about it for a long time before deciding on the school.

No way, he's really lazy, too lazy to go, too lazy to say lazy to go out, plant department, as long as he is firmly rooted in the ground to accept the sun, rain and dew for photosynthesis.

He didn't want to run around like a scumbag to make a living.

What if you have a lot of money, you still have to be extubated in the end.

Boring.

So after various exclusions, he chose a very popular major, foreign language, foreign Chinese college.

On the way back, I happened to be on the same road as that group of intellectual youths.

Everyone discussed volunteering.

Most of them still seek stability, because no one knows how many points they can score, and most importantly, whether they will score high or not.

The thought that if you can leave the countryside justifiably and run towards an incomparably bright future, everyone is excited.

"Song Wu, what kind of volunteer did you apply?" Someone asked.

In the crowd, Yao Jiayu and Zhang Yunxiang subconsciously looked at him.

Song Shi touched the back of his head and smiled innocently, "I have applied for several volunteers, which one are you asking?" ”

The man: "...", a little speechless, "What did you report?" ”

"I, I want to think about it...", he frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head, "I can't remember, I saw the names of those schools for the first time, and I didn't remember them." ”

All of them:... Only...

I forgot that you said you came to report a hammer!

Don't be careful!

Song Shi looked dazed, "Why is this important, isn't it just that I filled it out and waited to receive the notice?" Naturally, the postman will deliver the notice to my house. "Do I still need to remember what to fill in?

The most important thing is to get the notice.

I can't fill in a few of them, so I have to go.

But the others were not in sync with his thoughts, and they just felt that this person's taking the exam was child's play.

And they actually asked such a child's play person such an important question.

Amusing!

"What school did you fill in?" Song Shili is still exchanged.

As soon as he said this, it was as if he had pressed the pause button, and the people who were still discussing it stopped talking.

Song Shi: "... Am I asking the wrong question? ”

Others: "..."

It's not true, it's true, volunteering is purely personal privacy, so important, you must not let others know.

They all laughed dryly.

"I like economics, so I enrolled in a school where I studied economics."

"Hey, I'll just apply for a few, no matter what it is, as long as I can get into one."

"Me too."

… (End of chapter)