[K Mo] see you see the light

(One)

KO's parents passed away very early, and only his grandma lived with him.

He is dull, he doesn't like to talk, and he has a slumped face all day long, but the girls in the class like this tone, and stuff chocolate cakes into the hole in his table from time to time, and even class flowers secretly pass them to him. note.

Therefore, it is not surprising that he was blocked on the road after school.

"Hey, nerd."

"..."

"Look at how poor you are, do you really think that Ban Hua can take a fancy to you?"

"..."

"I'm dragging and tearing all day long, and I can't get a fart from my three legs."

"..."

"Aren't you tired of picking up trash, do you want my brother to reward you with some plastic bottles? Hahaha."

"..."

"Your parents died so early, you must have killed them."

"..."

"Grandpa's fists are itchy today, and I want to practice boxing with you."

The leading red hair kicked KO in the stomach.

KO changed his usual silence, and strangled him by the neck like an explosion.

"Cough cough, put...let go...hand."

"roll!"

"You wait!"

(two)

The next day, KO was blocked in the alley again.

About ten people surrounded him.

"Did there be an air leak at home yesterday, is it cool?" Hongmao swung a stick on KO's back.

Scum!

KO glared at him, anger brewing in his eyes.

When he returned to the cramped hut yesterday, he was shocked to find that the already crumbling window panes had been smashed to pieces, and the only [-] bicycle at home (which rang everywhere except the bell) was smashed into a pile of scrap iron , the paraplegic grandma was crying sadly leaning on the bedside, muttering, who is such a bad boy.

He had no money to buy glass, so he could only turn the table over and put it on the window sill, and covered his grandma with the only two quilts in the house, and he himself barely sat in the cold wind all night.

"You still dare to stare at me? Brothers, beat him!"

KO covered his head with his hands and curled up into a ball to protect his internal organs. The stick, fist, and foot fell on him, and the pain was clearly felt.

He suddenly remembered a drama that was often shown in the TV counters of the shopping mall—"Ultimate Class One". Long Wen'ao rescued him from fire and water.

"Poor ghost, let you improve your memory!" Hongmao spat at him and led them away.

KO wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, stood up, staggered against the wall and left.

(three)

Holding the small wooden box, KO dug a hole under the sycamore tree of the old house, and carefully put the box in. This is what grandma asked: to bury it under the sycamore tree, as a right to add some nutrients to it.

After all, they don't have the money to buy a cemetery.

Grandma doesn't care about the "face project" after death.

The only grandmother died of illness, and KO completely lost his relatives.

He owed a lot of debts for his grandma's medical treatment. He sold the old house and got thousands of dollars, but it was a drop in the bucket.

KO went to work in a restaurant during the day, spent five yuan at night in an Internet cafe, and slept together with three benches.

When the teacher found him, he was washing the dishes, his hands were cracked, and he looked creepy.

"Come back to school with me, your grades are so good, it's not a problem to get into key high schools."

"I... don't read anymore."

"You don't have to worry about money, I'll pay for you."

The teacher has two children at home, and life is very difficult. How can he increase the burden on the teacher?He spoke with difficulty: "I...don't want to read it anymore."

"Anyway, finish the remaining year and get a diploma."

"..."

"Listen to the teacher."

"Stop reading."

"Have you decided?"

"Ah."

I have no money, and I still owe a lot of debt, what should I read?

This year, he is 14 years old.

(four)

"Boss, come three bowls of beef noodles!"

"Okay, wait a minute."

"Yo, it's you."

When KO came out with a plate containing three big bowls of noodles, he heard a familiar voice.

"Are you too scared to go to school by us? Don't be nervous, we won't eat you. At most, we just beat you up. Hahahahahahaha."

Red Mao seemed to think he had told a very funny joke, and his two companions laughed along with him.

"..." KO silently put the noodles on the table without saying a word.

"You haven't even graduated from junior high school. What can you do in the future? Why don't you come and move bricks for me. Hahahaha."

The three of them laughed wildly, the contempt and contempt in their eyes were undisguised.

"Tsk tsk, look at what clothes you are wearing, you look like a poor beggar."

"Use slowly." KO held back his anger and prepared to leave with the dinner plate.

"What are you pulling? It's just a stray dog. Who can you show your face?"

The one next to him pushed the lower bowl hard with his elbow, and the hot noodle soup poured onto KO's feet in an instant.

It was winter, but KO wore thin cloth shoes because he had no money to buy cotton shoes, and the heat immediately spread to his feet through the inferior cloth.

"What's the matter?" The boss came out when he heard the movement.

"What kind of waiter are you recruiting? I can't even hold a bowl of noodles. I'm still waiting to eat. I'm almost hungry." The red-haired villain complained first.

"How do you work? You don't want today's wages, and in addition, pay for the dish!" The boss snapped.

"Hey, Boss, such an employee should be opened directly. He will scare the customers away with his slumped face. Who has the appetite to come here to eat." The red hair started to pick things up.

"You guys eat slowly, I'll treat this meal as an apology, and come back after eating well." The boss changed the subject, and he also had his own calculations in his mind: Where can I find cheap and hardworking labor like that stupid child?He hasn't squeezed enough yet.

(Fives)

KO found another part-time job - a typist.

He is too young, but any formal place will not employ child labor.Although the stingy restaurant owner agreed with him to do odd jobs in the restaurant, he paid him very little wages - 80 yuan a day for adult workers, but only 20 yuan for what he did more than others.

He was angry in his heart, but he understood that the big dye vat of society was like this.

It doesn't feel good to be in debt, KO wants to pay off the debt as soon as possible, leave this small town that makes him suffocating, and live in another place.

He typed very slowly at first, but gradually he started to speed up, his fingers were flying, and he could earn 50 yuan in two or three hours, which was much more cost-effective than working in a restaurant. monthly salary.

Later, he heard that playing games, upgrading and selling equipment can also make money, so KO began to apply for registration and leveling in different service areas.

KO has set up a street stall, delivered newspapers, and done many jobs, experiencing the warmth and coldness of human relationships and the world.

As he grows older, the innocence of young people fades away, and KO appears more mature and indifferent. He seems to have sealed his heart.

Others can't get in, and he doesn't want to come out to feel the world.

Five years have passed.

KO finally paid off his debts, packed his bags, and set foot on the train to a distant place.

The broad back can't stop the loneliness all over.