Uncle Chen didn't say anything, just respected my opinion and still let me go to the fourth grade. Every day he would come and pick me up from school, and the thunder couldn't move.

Going to school made me feel very uncomfortable, and I already had a strong resistance to people, and I had to sit for a long time every day to learn things that I couldn't understand.

I didn't want to go to school, but Uncle Chen didn't agree to me for the first time.

He said that learning must be learned, and people enrich themselves through knowledge, and also see the world they have never seen through knowledge.

I don't want to know how high my education is, but I have to be sensible and know right from wrong.

I didn't understand, but I listened to him anyway.

I'm afraid he won't want me.

Uncle Chen went to pick up a lot of books from grades 1 to 3, and he taught me to read and write, teach me to read ancient poems, and read many stories. Teach me arithmetic.

I'm a fast learner and I love reading articles in language books.

Very interesting.

Uncle Chen also found that I like to read these articles, and often picks up these books for me to read.

Within a few months, my level of knowledge was not much different from that of my peers.

But I haven't changed my habits, and I still like petty theft.

Once, when a classmate showed off the watch his dad bought, my eyes lit up.

I stole the watch between classes and gave it to Uncle Chen as if I was offering a treasure after school.

I thought Uncle Chen would be happy, but Uncle Chen was very angry.

He asked me if I stole it and whose one it was.

"Xiao Chen, what we want, we have to rely on our own efforts to get! If you don't ask yourself, you steal, and you can't steal! You know! ”

That was the first time Uncle Chen lost his temper with me, and the next day he went to school in person and handed the watch to the teacher. Ask the teacher not to say that I stole it, and return the watch to the classmates in private.

The teacher agreed, but shouted at the class meeting that there was a thief in our class and told the students to be careful with their own things.

As he spoke, his contemptuous gaze looked straight at me, making me lower my head and clench my palms.

Since then, I have been excluded from elementary school.

But I don't care about this exclusion at all.

What are these petty fights compared to human traffickers?

One person is also happy to be at ease.

Until they deliberately bullied me and wrote my nickname on my desk box with correction fluid.

Mouse.

There was even garbage and dead rats in the back.

Uncle Chen asked me to get along with my classmates, and I listened.

So I didn't care, but it made these kids even worse.

"She's a mouse, then her mom and dad must be big rats, hahaha!"

I don't know who said this, but I looked up and stared at the group of people who were deliberately laughing.

After fixing my eyes on who was speaking, I stepped forward and scuffled with him.

When the others saw that I dared to resist, they also came to beat me together.

But I don't care, it's nothing compared to a whip.

I kept pinching the boy who was talking until the teacher came to stop us and looked at me with an ugly face.

"Call your parents!"

That day, Uncle Chen kept apologizing to the other party's parents, and kept bowing his head and waist.

I stood aside, still staring at the boy.

He was frightened by me, and at this time he cowered behind his parents.

Since then, no one has dared to bully me, but they have all hid from me.

When I went home that time, I thought Uncle Chen would say that I,

But he didn't, he just cried silently.

He said that he was not good, and he didn't know that I was being bullied at school.

I'm sad and don't want Uncle Chen to be sad.

So, I added another one to my course.

Uncle Chen made me a wooden man, taught me moves, and let me learn by heart.

"Xiao Chen, remember. Uncle Chen taught you only to use it when you are bullied, and when you see others being bullied, you know? If Uncle Chen knew that you were bullying others, Uncle Chen would be angry. ”

"Okay."

I remember it well.

Later, when I went to elementary school, I went to junior high school.

The junior high school in the countryside was not very strict, and the children were all in the rebellious period, including me.

Uncle Chen still came to pick me up from school every day, because I had a big fight with him because of this.

The people in the class laughed at me for being so old and having to be picked up by an adult, and I also faintly resisted.

Uncle Chen's work is very hard, that is, he goes to the construction site to carry steel bars and move bricks. Occasionally pick up some iron to sell.

I was tired from work and had to run so far to pick me up from school.

But children in the rebellious period always don't know how to speak well, and the language they say is full of guns.

Uncle Chen just looked at me and didn't say anything.

But at night, I saw him secretly wiping his tears, still holding a photo in his hand.

It's just that I don't know what's on the photo.

I didn't know until the crow told me about Uncle Chen.

He was thinking of his daughter.

Although there was a fight, Uncle Chen was still very stubborn to pick me up.

At one point I pretended not to see him and strode home.

But the devil sent the gods, and I quietly glanced back.

Uncle Chen followed not far behind, but I never noticed that his back had begun to bend.

The gray-haired man walked alone, so lonely and sad.

With a sore nose, I ran up and hugged him tightly.

It's me who is wrong, maybe the children that someone loves will become pampered. But I forgot, I never wanted Uncle Chen to be sad.

Since then, I have not been working against Uncle Chen, and I have begun to take the initiative to take over a lot of housework, learn to cook, and let Uncle Chen rest more.

Uncle Chen was very resistant at first, but then he still leaned on me, smiling and watching me share with him what dishes I made today.

My grades soared in the second year of junior high school, and I was directly admitted to the first place in my grade in the high school entrance examination, and I was among the best in the city.

The teachers are very happy, after all, it is incredible that they can get this result in a school that needs to teach.

I excitedly showed Uncle Chen the admission letter from a key high school, and Uncle Chen was very happy.

I cried happily and read the admission letter for a long, long time.

But the key high school had to live on campus, and I reluctantly said goodbye to Uncle Chen, who comforted me and said that he would come to pick me up every Friday.

But I also found that Uncle Chen's health is getting worse and worse, and he is getting old.

Uncle Chen was already quite old, and I was afraid that he would get sick, so I applied to skip a grade with the school.

The school originally disagreed, but I proved my ability to learn all the knowledge in the first and second years of high school, and finally arranged for me to be in the third year of high school.

I want to go to college quickly, and it's in Shan Qing.

It's good to take care of Uncle Chen.

In my junior year of high school, I took the 655 exam.

The teacher at school said that if I didn't skip a grade, I might be able to get a top prize.

But I don't care.

My grades could have gone to a better school in another province, but I still chose a university in Shan Qing.

The school gave me a scholarship, and I rented a house near the school and asked Uncle Chen to move over.

The school is not allowed to live outside, and I will go to see Uncle Chen after my part-time job on the weekends and cook for him.

But Uncle Chen's body is still getting worse day by day, and I know that he has a heart disease.

But he never wanted to say anything more to me.

He didn't say I was his daughter, and I didn't call him dad very tacitly.

Until Uncle Chen finally died in the year I graduated, when he was dying, he took my hand and said with tears in his eyes:

"I'm sorry for you... I'm sorry for you. ”

I don't know what Uncle Chen can't do with me, he is already very good to me.

But I just laughed and shook my head at him.

After Uncle Chen died, I used the money I saved to buy him a tombstone in the cemetery and moved to Shanqing City.

Maybe I didn't expect to become an agent at this time.

End of the fan.

An Chen has experienced too much unbearable, but he has still become a person who knows right and wrong, no matter what, we are righteous and kind. Society should not be indifferent, we must be warm people.