I forgot to say, I did more than a month of work, I didn't have the oil to wipe my hands, that is, the handguards, I was trembling, my grandmother didn't ask me didn't pay attention, take a closer look, it's not that how old I am, just that hand is like the hand of a fifty or sixty-year-old person, I was thin, dry, my hand is cracked, broken skin, the back of my hand is the same as the skin of winter melon, grandpa looked at it, asked me what I was doing, I was also in no interest, I couldn't help it at the time, and said what I was doing all day... Grandpa was also shedding tears after hearing this, saying that my life is miserable, and the condition at home is that I can't afford to go to school?

No, but that's what I did, grandma said after listening to it, you go and take the luggage back, I'll raise it myself.

There are no words that can accurately express how I felt when I heard this, and I still don't know how to describe it.

Grandpa took me there, and didn't say much else, just said that the child was brought back to me and her grandmother, and came to clean up things, and when I was cleaning up, the old man cried again, and the old man found out that the bed I slept on was like that, and asked me if your father didn't give you a net cover?

I said that my dad would call me when he was done, and this time, when I left, I still slept in the seed cotton shop, looking at the dark walls, looking at me because I was afraid of the burning candles on the table... When the luggage of a urea bag was gone, it was still a urea bag, and on the way grandpa asked me why didn't you say it earlier?

I said I didn't dare, thinking that my grandmother had driven me away, and I said that I couldn't stay here with my father, where would you let me go?

I don't want to go to my mom's, it's farther away from you and my grandma, I only know where there are grandparents!

That's how I went back to my grandparents' house, I wanted to go to school, I'm not bad, I went back to school, I found the homeroom teacher at that time and told the situation, the teacher refused, the reason was that I hadn't been in class for a long time, I couldn't keep up, then I knew that crying and talking to the teacher about these is useless, everyone is self-interested, it may have a lot to do with my dislike of science, I'm a contradiction, the more it is reflected in junior high school, the more obvious it is, the Chinese teacher, the English teacher likes me, but the math, geometry, physics teacher saw me and had a headache, Liberal arts are really good, I like it very much, some people find it difficult to write, I put pen to paper, sprinkled, and tried to write prose, small poems and the like, the teacher at that time saw it very much, for the subjects I am not good at, my method is to memorize the basic knowledge by rote must get points, and the rest can only do their best.

I can't go back to school, in fact, I got into a dead end at that time, I didn't think about repeating a grade, maybe I also thought about it, I wanted to rely on myself quickly and stay away.

After staying at home for a week, my grandmother gave me 2 ways, either cooking at home and picking cotton in the autumn to earn money, or going out to a technical school, so that I could support myself early.

I don't remember saying no, I think about it myself, I feel very bad, I can't complete the task of picking cotton every year, and I can't pick it up enough after my grandfather also helped me pick it up, it's really useless, I'm not lazy, it's slow, others pick it up at the same time, I'm picking it up one by one, and I'm going to pick it up for a long time, and put the scum on it before putting it in my pocket, doesn't it delay things?

The teachers who will lead the class are so anxious that they can't do anything, I'm too meaty, someone else picked up a stalk, and I haven't even reached the middle yet...