The system is a stingy person, and the heroine is crazy

My name is Shao Yuhan. People who have come into contact with me may think that I am sick and don’t like me.

I want to say sorry to you here. The fact is that even I don’t like myself.

Let me briefly tell you my story.

Of course, this is not asking for forgiveness.

I just want to release the depression in my heart.

I was actually doing pretty well before my mother had the accident.

My grandparents were ordinary farmers. Of course, they were not that ordinary because no ordinary farmer could win a million in the lottery. Of course, this is a story for later.

My grandparents loved my mom very much, so even though their first impression of my dad was not very good, during their conversations with him, they felt that he was dishonest and a bit cunning, and they were afraid that my mom would suffer in the future, but because they could not resist my mom's temper, they still agreed to the marriage.

On the day I was born, my grandmother told me that my grandfather wanted to share in the good fortune, so he spent fifty yuan to buy a lottery ticket. That was when my grandfather won the prize.

Because my grandparents loved my mom so much, they gave all the money they won from the lottery to her. My mom didn't refuse and used the money to invest in a factory.

After three years of hard work by my mother, the factory was finally revived.

But half a year after the factory was revitalized and profitable, my mother discovered that my father was cheating on me.

I heard that my mother was negotiating business with a partner in the best restaurant in town. When she was about to go home after the negotiation, she happened to run into my father, another woman, and a child talking and laughing. The child kept calling him dad. The three of them were talking and laughing together.

Originally, my mother was planning to go back and divorce my father, but I don’t know if it was because she was upset, she was on the phone and arguing with my father on the way home, which caused her to be distracted while driving and collide with an oncoming truck, resulting in a traffic accident.

Later, after my grandparents found out about this, they started quarreling with my dad. My grandfather was old and in poor health, and he died of a cerebral hemorrhage during the scuffle with my dad. After my grandmother learned that my grandfather's rescue was ineffective, she also died of a sudden heart attack due to her unstable emotions.

My life has been consumed by darkness since then.

Because my mother, grandparents passed away one after another, the factory was successfully taken over by my father. And the person my father had an affair with, my stepmother, didn't like me at all.

My father had quarreled with me many times because of me, and later he was very annoyed about it, so on my sixth birthday, he lied to me and asked me to take a train to a place where I was unfamiliar with the place, and he told me that my mother would come to pick me up when the train arrived at the station.

I was very young at that time, and I foolishly believed his words. I was so happy when I was riding the train that I even had a sweet sleep on the train.

But when I was taken to another strange city, where I was unfamiliar with the place and without my mother, I was completely dumbfounded.

I was so scared that I didn't dare to contact those people. I could only hide secretly near the train station until night fell.

The train station was so dark at night. I was so scared and hungry. I cried at that time.

I thought I would die there, but I met a kind-hearted lame old man. The old man was unkempt and raggedly dressed. He was dragging a big sack and searching for bottles in the trash can in the middle of the night.

After seeing me crying, he kindly coaxed me for a long time and asked me where my home was and how to get back.

But how could I remember so much at that time? He had no choice but to take me back home, or maybe that was not home at all, but an abandoned building in the suburbs.

Even the beds there were made of a lot of waste newspapers and tattered mattresses piled together.

I don't remember what he gave me to eat or drink that night. I only know that the old man looked at me while smoking. He smoked a whole box of cigarettes and finally sighed helplessly.

Later when I grew up I learned from him that he had wanted to send me to an orphanage that night, but because he was selfish and had no children, he kept me.

At that time, he was telling me that he kept me because of selfish reasons. He was as nervous as a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being blamed. He was afraid that I would blame him for the hardships I had suffered with him for so many years.

He was right to think so. He was just a homeless man. During the time I lived with him, I had to tighten my belt almost every day. I would feel hungry if I relaxed a little.

But I don't blame him, because she and I have no blood relationship. On the contrary, he took me in, was willing to take care of me, and allowed me to go to school. This is enough for me to be grateful for the rest of my life.

I originally thought that I would live with this poor and shabby old man for the rest of my life, but I was admitted to the best middle school in the city. I was fourteen that year.

To be honest, I was very happy at that time, because the old man told me more than once that only if I passed the exam would I have the opportunity to change my destiny and make a lot of money.

I told the old man that I had been admitted to middle school. He didn't believe it at first, but he was so happy when he saw my admission letter. He took out the wrinkled ten yuan he had saved from selling scrap metal under his broken mattress, and despite the supermarket staff rolling their eyes at him, he bought a few shrimps, two or three meatballs and a bag of instant noodles for one yuan.

That day was one of the few days we had cause for celebration and we had a great meal.

After that day, I never saw the old man buy cigarettes again. Occasionally, when he felt craving for a cigarette, he would pick up some cigarette butts left from other people’s cigarettes in the trash can and smoke them.

The old man got up early and went to bed late every day picking up scraps outside, and he also sent me to a nearby restaurant to help serve dishes.

The old man would be stingy and save all the money he earned every day.

At first I thought the old man was saving money for his funeral, but on the day I registered for school, the old man woke me up before dawn and asked me to pack my things and report to school.

To be honest, because of the high application fee, even though I was admitted to the middle school, I never thought about continuing to study.

But the old man would not allow me to drop out of school no matter what.

He even shaved his beard, combed his hair and dressed himself up before leaving.

Before I went to register for school, the old man took me to the market and bought me a lot of things at the stalls, including basins, new quilts, and even some bread and instant noodles. These were snacks that I could probably only eat during the Chinese New Year, but the old man bought a lot that day.

When I lived in the school dormitory, all my classmates had more luggage than me, but I didn’t envy them at all.

When I was in school, the old man would give me fifty dollars almost every week. Although it wasn't much, I knew that the money was what the old man had saved by hauling more than a dozen bags of empty bottles.

In this way, with the help of the old man, I successfully graduated from middle school and was admitted to high school.

I thought things would go on like this until I graduated from college, and then I could earn money to repay him.

But reality taught me another lesson.

There are some people who give you things that you never have the chance to repay.

During the summer vacation when I graduated from high school, my old man fell seriously ill. I borrowed money from my classmates and took him to the hospital. I thought I could use the money to cure his illness, but unexpectedly I received a critical illness notice.

Lung cancer, advanced stage.

That day was the second time I cried after I met him, and I cried very sadly.

In the past, whenever I thought about being abandoned by my father, I would always sit in front of a load-bearing column of an abandoned building and stare blankly.

Wondering why you are abandoned by others, is it because you are not good enough, or you are not worthy of others being nice to you?

Every time at that time, the old man would always tell me that people should look forward, and the suffering will always pass one day.

At first glance, it seemed to make sense.

But when I received the old man's critical illness notice, the belief that I had always believed in suddenly collapsed. You know, it collapsed in an instant.

I cried the day the old man died, and as I cried I suddenly felt that this was how it should be.

It felt as if his death and leaving me was a natural thing.

It seems like everyone should abandon me and go away.

Later I buried the old man behind an abandoned building, and I never went back there after he left.

But I still listened to the old man and successfully went to high school and college, still the best university, but it was in the neighboring city. Of course, after the old man died, I no longer had a home, so it felt the same wherever I lived. It was just that the economic level of the city was different and I had to work a few more jobs.