Chapter 457

Watching an endless stream of students walk out of the campus like birds breaking free from their cages, singing and narrowing their eyes, it seems that they have seen themselves.

After entering Longge, Gaoge began to slowly aftertaste the campus life.

Just like many people who drop out of school to work, they often regret that they didn't go to school. Some feel that they have suffered from illiteracy, while others just miss the carefree life of the campus era. The last few feel that - especially, the women outside are too realistic, and it's better for the students in the school to cheat!

Once the campus life has passed, it will never go back. This is like what is written in Fortress Besieged - people in the city want to come out and people in the city want to go in.

Life has always been like this. When you are just a child, you are eager to grow up. When you grow up, you are eager to return to your childhood. When you are single, you are eager to have a lover who can accompany you day and night. When you have male and female friends, you begin to miss the casual freedom when you are free. How can there be such a good thing in the world? What goes with growth is responsibility and suffering. Everyone grows up slowly in suffering. What goes with freedom is loneliness and self indulgence in loneliness.

After school, women's business gets busier and busier.

I've been busy for a while, but I'm a little busy.

"Let me help you." Sing and offer.

The woman hesitated and nodded, but frowned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

With the help of singing, women's pressure has obviously eased a lot.

She opened her eyebrows and looked at the school gate, as if looking for something.

More and more students go out, and fewer and fewer people come out. Finally, they are scattered in twos and threes.

"Why don't you come out yet..." the woman rubbed the bridge of her nose and felt anxious.

"Are you looking for your daughter?" Asked the singer.

The woman looked at him with some vigilance: "how do you know?"

Gao Song was stunned, smiled and said, "you just said, your son left you and his sister."

The woman looked back and smiled awkwardly: "sorry, I forgot what I said."

"Nothing."

"Forget it, I'll look for it." The woman began to close the stall, that is, she covered a pot cover, then put out the fire, wiped her greasy hand on the apron, then threw the apron into the car, carrying a large plastic kettle in her hand and walked towards the school.

Singing, thinking and following.

"Young man, aren't you my son's friend?" Walking towards the school, the woman asked.

It can be seen how keen a woman's sixth sense is.

Sing and smile, noncommittal.

After entering the school gate, there are glass windows on both sides.

"Look, that's my daughter." The woman pointed to a picture in the window and sang.

In this window, I took a simple look at singing. There were ten photos with the title: top ten in grade three.

"You are really good at teaching!" Singing with emotion.

"Now I hope my daughter can be admitted to a good university happily and safely." The woman sighed that she didn't slow down.

"Don't you want her to be an excellent immortal?" she asked

The woman turned and looked at him. Her eyes were a little complicated, Bitter way: "To tell you the truth, I didn't want to. When I just learned that my son could enter the Xiuxian college, I was not too happy at that time. But soon, I heard from those people that my son died. The whole town knew about it. Our family also received a lot of subsidies, not only from those people, but also from the town, county and city. There was a lot of money, but it can't be exchanged My son! "

"I'm proud, I'm really proud. Everyone around me thinks my son is great and I'm great. They all praise me for teaching well, having a good son and sacrificing himself for the country. I told them that my son should do this, but I don't think so in my heart!"

Women speak fast and without thinking.

Obviously, these words have been held in her heart for a long time, but she has never had the opportunity to tell others.

"If you let me tell you the truth, I really don't want my son to sacrifice. Sometimes I wonder why it's not someone else who sacrificed, but my son? Although I know that my idea is very selfish, I just hope that my child can be healthy and safe. Doesn't every parent think so? White haired people give black haired people such pain, when they are People who have lost their parents are unwilling to think about it. That's the biggest difficulty. When my husband left, I was also sad, but for the sake of my two children, life still had to go on. But when my son left, I knew what the sky was falling. If my daughter... What do you expect from my life? "

Singing is just listening quietly.

The more women talk, the more dignified their singing face is.

Although he had made full preparations before coming, he felt that he overestimated his affordability.

Every word a woman utters is like a knife that sweeps on him.

In class two, grade three, the woman and sang and found that there was no one in the classroom.

"Where has the child gone?" Women are really worried.

Especially after her son left, her daughter was everything to her.

Although this is in school, nothing can happen.

"It's all right. We'll look in the school." Sing comfortingly.

"Well..."

The woman sang to me: "In fact, every time after school, my daughter was the first one to rush out of the school. The child is sensible. I know I must be busy after school, so I have to hurry to help. When I am busy, she will write her homework next to me. To tell the truth, every time she is helping, some students in the class come to laugh at her and say something that is not so harsh, but even this Well, at her age, she still hurts her self-esteem. Instead, she comforts me every time, saying it's okay, don't care, and that it's not humiliating to eat with her own hands. "

After thinking for a while, he said, "you also have a lot of money now, so you can live a better life."

"Then don't do anything and eat nothing? There's a lot of money, but it's my son's hard-working money! That's not nice to say, but it's true! I spent a dollar on that money, and I felt my heart was dripping blood, and I felt..." speaking of this, the woman choked and couldn't say anything.

Gao Ge took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

Yeah.

For those people's families.

Isn't that money the hard-working money of your children

Can you feel at ease if you spend it?