jealous tail

This world is conservative, some people are happy, some people are suffering.

I once thought that the photo of the Hope Project should take a picture of my Kazilan eyes. My mother died at the age of seven, and my father died at the age of 16. After that, I didn’t starve to death with the little social security at home. A list of conditions will only increase the funding requirements of the Red Cross. No less.

Desperation is the root of growth. I am very promising. I passed the 985 University in Beijing. My family in Beijing can’t afford it, and I have no hope. Going to work in bars every night and drinking until my stomach is pierced I have to go to college.

Fortunately, the village director saw that I was a half-length champion, so he completed the student loan and poverty statement for me. Thanks to this, I have postponed my tuition fees for four years, and I can also get a poverty subsidy of [-] a year.

After enrolling, relying on my brain, I received a national scholarship of 500 yuan a year, and various individual awards ranging from 1500 to [-]. Still very comfortable.

Sometimes the village director would call me and say don’t worry about my grandma, go to school well, he would send some rice noodles, oil, vegetables and fruits to my grandma from time to time, and ask the community to send warmth.

I don't know what kind of community is a courtyard with two rooms, but it is quite warm. It would be even better if it can be sent to my school.

She can lie down to take care of the elderly, but I can't lie down to study, and I still have to pay for the living expenses. There are so many evening classes in the freshman and sophomore year that I can't find a long-term and stable job, so I can only find time to go to the nearby area. KFC McDonald's temporary shifts to make money, I was very lucky, I skipped several major classes and was not caught.

Speaking of the encounter with Jin Yeyu, it's actually quite an idol drama, with a bit of Mary Sue and a bit unorthodox.

There are fewer evening classes in the third year of junior high school, and I often have an empty afternoon, so I see the opportunity to work as a waiter for western food on the top floor of a nearby hotel on the 38th floor. I major in business administration, and my oral English is good. The main image is good, and I will work on the day of the interview , Monday to Friday from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], Saturday and Sunday from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm.

The work is light, the money is high, and sometimes customers give tips, which is much more at ease than stock trading. I have been working for a year.

At the end of the second semester of my junior year, I took a full-time class, and my salary increased again. The manager approved the dormitory for me and asked me to live there directly. Do whatever I want, I'll go back to school to get some toiletries, and bring all my IDs by the way.

I am a very forgetful person. I don’t have the life of a rich man but I have done enough to suffer from the diseases of a rich man. I often earn two hundred and lose five hundred. Although I am not starving to death now, I am often so angry that I have epilepsy.

It was already evening when I left school and went back to the hotel. Halfway in the car, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to bring my ID card on the bed when I went out.

Then I slapped myself and went back to pick it up. When I got back to the school gate, I found that my hand was empty. I realized that I threw the toiletries on the bus again.

I couldn’t find it, and it only added up to forty or fifty things. I sighed and had to take my documents and leave, thinking that I would buy it now when I got to the place, and I would be rich.

As a result, as soon as I got off the bus, I found that there was only one bus card left in the card holder that originally contained the bus card and ID card.

My little finger trembled in anger, and I broke the bus card mercilessly. There was a loud bang and thunder, which made me shiver in fright.

I gave up on myself for 30 seconds, but I was still overwhelmed by the heavy rain. I hugged my head and ran to the promenade of the nearby park to shelter from the rain. There were three students in school uniforms there, but they were all picked up by parents holding umbrellas one after another.

I held my mobile phone for a long time, but I couldn't learn from them, because there was no one in my mobile phone book who could protect me from the rain.

I looked at the young saplings that were washed brighter and brighter in the rain, and kept wondering if any leaves would fall in the next second.

It's a pity, they are quite strong, and the more they fight, the stronger they become, and they are really not human.

I was still in a daze, and I heard rustling sounds. It was dark and uncomfortable in the evening when a thunderstorm hit, and I lost money and life. This small sound caught in the raindrops would only make me feel uncomfortable. He became more upset and irritable, and wanted to hit someone.

It may be that I let the person behind me understand some social truths with a soft tut. He suddenly became quiet. After a few drops of water, I found it annoying to be quiet again.

Probably because of the cold, he sneezed three times in a row, and I felt that the voice was unusual. I wanted to see how he was being poured, so I gloated.

As a result, I glanced slightly sideways, so I couldn’t die, he was also looking at me, ah, that’s not aiming, he was staring at me.

This situation is very embarrassing, anyway, it is not my problem.

I swept over in the open, he smiled sarcastically, inserted his fingers into the locks of rainwatered hair and flicked a few times, obviously four or five meters away from me, I was afraid of splashing his shampoo water, and turned to the side Moved.

He probably sensed my disgust, and there was nothing he could do to remedy it, he could only touch his neck and smile at me again.

Bored to death, I turned my head.

"Do you know what this is?"

I don't know where the self-confidence of a good socialist youth comes from. I will talk to him, but he actually asks such a clichéd question.

I lowered my head and touched my hands, checked my deposits in the ICBC app, and checked the income of this week in various fund apps.

I minored in finance in my junior year. After listening to a few lectures, I felt that stocks are a great thing. I made a crooked decision and invested [-] in it. I made [-] in the first half of the month, so I invested another [-]. In the end, I didn’t have any poor people to turn around. Jinhuan, the protagonist, lost [-] in a week, stopped the loss in time, and dumped the current shares in his hand.

The matter of stealing money left a big shadow on me, and then I was so angry that I even quit my minor.

After being hurt by stocks, I lost my ambitions. Now I can only divide my deposits into several shares. Funds and securities are all done on a regular basis. The safety is quite safe, and the income is too small, but it can pay for my meal.

I turned off the phone, put it back in my pocket and continued to watch the rain, the sky was getting darker, only a faint light was shining on the edge of the faint mountain peak in the distance.

"This one is called Jinyeyu."

I combined the two shoes into a character horoscope, and took out my mobile phone to search for how to reissue the ID card.

He is stronger than the little sapling, and he is still telling his own story under such a blow.

"Do you know why I know the name of this tree?"

Did I look under your bed, why would I know?

"Because I am called Jinyeyu."

I didn't want to talk to him at first, but he said it well, I don't want to see him, I just want to see what Jin Yeyu looks like.

I turned my head slightly, and he pointed to the row of small saplings on the outside of the corridor to show me, and I saw, isn’t this the same as the one in front of me?

The heavier the rain, the brighter it is.

His strategy was relatively successful, and I couldn't help but look at him again. His drenched bangs were all caught behind his head, and his face was full of vitality, with a familiar smile.

Cut, no wonder it's called Jin Yeyu, a relative of the family.

The corner of my mouth curved a little gave him courage, he moved a little towards me, and I didn't retreat.

"I also think it's silly for me to be called Jin Yeyu."

I don't understand, where does "also" come from, and it is also quite good at trying to figure out people's minds.

"Mainly my parents are not educated. There is a lake in our village, and the lake is full of golden leaf elms. My mother used to go for a walk there when she was pregnant with me. My father's surname is Jin, so I am called Jinye elm. .”

I couldn't understand his emotions. When he said it, he was a little helpless, a little happy, a little sad and apologetic.

Probably the word "village" made me feel familiar, and it's not easy to come out, so don't cry or roll your eyes coldly.

The summer rain came and went quickly, and I saw that it was about to stop, so I gave him a face.

"Oh, I see."

He laughed out loud, very stupid, like passing by a lottery shop and bought a scratch-off for five dollars, and got three dollars.

I stretched out my hand, the back of my hand was covered with mist, and I picked a piece of golden leaf elm wet in the drizzle.