After winning the 1 million lottery, I have to fight even more

After walking 2 kilometers, Wang Wei finally arrived home, took a sip of water, and didn't stay long.I went to the supply and marketing agency and bought two dozen burnt paper. Wang Wei carefully stamped round copper coins on the burnt paper with money stamps, pushed out the round fans one by one, carried them together with incense candles, and climbed up the mountain on foot.

The scorching sun at noon, even the most industrious farmers would not go to the fields at this time, but Wang Wei did not feel the heat at all.Kneeling in front of her grandma’s grave, Wang Wei talked to her about winning the 1 million lottery while burning the fire, and said that he was admitted to the Department of Mathematics of Lu University, and he was leaving today so he couldn’t come to see her often... Lin Lin always , nagging, and when I finished speaking, I only felt that my knees had lost consciousness.

Stumbling down the mountain, Wang Wei took a bath in the cold water from the well, changed into clean clothes, and took a thick stack of manuscripts from the wooden wardrobe that grandma used to marry as a dowry.This is the manuscript that Wang Wei has accumulated little by little since he graduated from elementary school.The handwriting changed from immature and distorted to sharp and sharp.Even from the degree of yellowing of the paper, it can be seen how old these manuscripts are.

Wang Wei grew up in a poor family, and her grandmother was a well-known tailor when she was young.The clothes that come out of her hands are not trendy in style, but they are exquisitely stitched and fit comfortably, so they are very popular among the middle-aged and elderly people around.As for young people, of course they prefer the trendy clothes in the bright windows of the county town.However, as grandma got older and her eyes were blurred, she often went wrong when making clothes.Grandma Wang Wei is such a strong and perfect person. If the clothes she makes are slightly flawed, they have to be reworked. Therefore, the time to make a dress is often twice or even three times that of when she was young.

Whenever she sees grandma working hard but being powerless, Wang Wei will feel a strong desire to help grandma and add even a penny of wealth to this impoverished family.But he is small, no factory is willing to accept a child like him.Learning to make clothes from grandma, but this is a technical job, how can it be learned overnight?Wang Wei also went out with the old uncle Wang from the family next door to pick up waste, but when he was dirty, he handed the 3 yuan he had harvested from a whole day's hard work to his grandma.What I encountered was not a compliment, but the first beating in my life.

At that time, the little Wang Wei was full of grievances and was out of breath from crying. He only remembered the final sentence of his grandma: "Even if grandma is exhausted, I don't want my grandson to touch this dirty thing!"

Since then, Wang Wei has developed a serious obsession with cleanliness. He wished he could wash his hands ten times a day, and he couldn't tolerate even the slightest stain on his body.

Can't pick up garbage, what is there that can be exchanged for money without cost?

"Paper fee", Wang Wei, a fifth grader, heard this word for the first time from the Chinese teacher's class.With the help of his Chinese teacher, Wang Wei published his first article on "Xiaohe", a newspaper for primary school students run in the city.

The first article "My Grandma".The text may not be so concise, and the words are a little immature, but the feelings are true.Unexpectedly, this article of only 400 words was taken, and in exchange for a brand new 5 yuan bill that smelled like ink.

Wang Wei will always remember the proud and joyful smile on his grandma's face when he returned home with the sample magazine and 5 yuan given by his Chinese teacher, and when he puffed out his small chest and recited it word by word to his grandma.

"This is the money that can be spent!" Grandma stroked Wang Wei's bright smiling face with his rough hands, and said, "My Wei Zi, is the future Lu Xun, Gorky!"

In the eyes of my grandma, who was bathed in the red light since childhood, Lu Xun Gorky is the greatest writer in the world.That is Wang Wei's future, a bright future.

In the following 7 years, Wang Wei wrote more than 1000 manuscripts, with an average of 2 manuscript every 1 days. Even when the college entrance examination was approaching, there was no interruption.In the early years, almost nine of Wang Wei’s manuscripts were rejected, and the remaining one was not empty, which was the encouragement and rejection letter from the editor of the newspaper/magazine.

These are unbearable for adults, let alone Wang Wei, an eleven or twelve-year-old child.Long-term, continuous setbacks are enough to break a child's self-confidence, even if Wang Wei was a precocious child, he was not immune.Wang Wei's grandmother said to Wang Wei, who was about to give up, "Lu Xun has been rejected sometimes. It's okay, try writing another one, maybe next time you can be hired?"

Then, Grandma Wang would collect Wang Wei's returned manuscripts one by one, put them in a box, and put them under the small box containing important documents such as the family's house title deed and household registration booklet.

Fortunately, Wang Wei is not destined to be a mediocre person, and Wang Wei's writing style has improved through continuous experience in the next article.Slowly, one or two out of ten papers were accepted, and three out of ten were accepted... Later, some editors even approached Wang Wei to ask for a manuscript when there was no suitable manuscript for the month.

For a not-so-famous individual author like Wang Wei, the manuscript fee would not be too high, but in the third year of high school, when my grandmother gradually lost her labor force, she took care of the basic necessities of the two people in the family.

Looking at the stack of manuscripts, it took a long time for Wang Wei to come out of his memory. He reached out and picked up a bound letter paper from the top of the stack of manuscripts. "Weekly", with a small town on the southern border of Tuchao as the background, describes the unique customs and customs of the border area between Guangxi and Vietnam, and writes about a Chinese boy who met a beautiful Vietnamese girl at the border market. Language barrier, but gradually get to know each other.However, the good times didn't last long. One year after the two met, the Sino-Vietnamese war broke out, and the lovers became enemies.The young men in the small border town where the young man lived joined the war one after another, but the young man was unwilling to draw his gun on the Vietnamese because of his lover.Until the relatives around him died in the war one by one, the young man braved the flames of war to meet his beloved girl for the last time.Facing the lover's tears of despair, the young man resolutely turned around, and finally resisted the gun and rushed into the flames of war.A love story that crosses borders with a tragic ending.

When the two met and fell in love, the simple love story was written in a romantic and lyrical style, like poetry and picturesque.The flames of war broke out, and the plot turned to be magnificent, until the hero was overwhelmed by the hail of bullets, which made people feel a sense of patriotism for the country and the world.Due to the large frame of the story and the need to search for a lot of information, Wang Wei started writing it from the first year of high school, and finally finished the draft before the college entrance examination.The first two chapters, Wang Wei, have already been mailed to a familiar editor for discussion. When the editor saw the beginning, he was very surprised. He even thought that if every chapter of this novel was at the level of Chapter 1, he might even participate in it. The selection of Mao Dun Literature Award next year.So I negotiated with Wang Wei to start serializing in the summer after the college entrance examination, with two chapters per week, and the serialization period is 6 months.This novel has been serialized for a month today, and Wang Wei plans to mail the manuscript of the 4 chapters in the second half of the month to the editor today, and make a phone call to ask readers for their feedback.

In order to prevent bending corners, Wang Wei carefully put the manuscript into the zippered interlayer of the schoolbag.Then, without even bringing a change of clothes, he went out like this.

Lock the brass lock on the street gate.

"goodbye……"

Wang Wei turned around, as if saying goodbye to an era.

Taking the small bread that is connected to every village, Wang Wei returned to the county by car all the way.Since he hadn't slept almost all night and was physically and mentally exhausted, Wang Wei couldn't help but fell asleep under the hypnosis of the dangling bun.Even though he fell into a deep sleep, Wang Wei's body subconsciously crossed his hands over his chest, as he did countless times in the car, to protect the place where the money was placed on the small vest, so as not to be taken advantage of by pickpockets.

At this time, the roads in the country were only avenues, and the trails leading to various small villages were still muddy, and bumps were normal.For unknown reasons, the minivan suddenly braked sharply. Wang Wei, who was not wearing a seat belt, suddenly fell forward due to the inertia of his body and hit the back of the front seat all at once.

"How did you drive the car!" "Damn it!" "Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawithwithwith-" The voices of passengers swearing were mixed with the cries of children, and the whole car was in a mess."

"The tire is blown! From the station to Ma's house, 5 yuan per person, pay and get off!" The driver said, stepped over directly from the driver's seat, and blocked the only exit of the van with the conductor to prevent people from getting on the bus. Passengers took advantage of the chaos to evade fares.

"You are not afraid of hurting the law of nature. If you don't send us to another place, you still have the nerve to take our money!" An old woman protested loudly to the driver.

"That's right! You have to give us a [-]% discount no matter what! Two yuan and five dollars per person!" A big man wearing a T-shirt given by selling chemical fertilizer shouted at the driver.

"Okay, okay, my tire blows out on the way, it's enough to lose money, I'll save it if I have spare money! Don't talk about a penny, don't talk about it, don't take my car next time if you have the ability!" The driver stopped. At the door, without showing any face, he said.

Hearing what the driver said, the people in the car suddenly lost their temper.No one dared to say that he would not take this driver's car next time, who would let him go from the county town to the villages and towns, just take a car?Don't take someone else's car, next time you go to the city to get your steps!

A student-like young man sitting in the first row was the first to pay the money and get out of the car. The rest of the people, although still dissatisfied, got out of the car one after another cursing.Wang Wei sat in the middle of the five people at the back of the car, and waited until the people in front had almost left before getting up from their seats.Taking change from his pocket to pay the bill, his hand just reached into his pants pocket, but his fingers came out along the other side.

"Hey boy! Someone slashed his pants? Next time you ride in the car, remember not to sleep." An old man sitting next to Wang Wei said.

"Yo! What's missing? How much is it!" asked the aunt next to the old man, with a little pity in her eyes and more gloating at the joke.

"Not much, just the fare." Wang Wei said lightly. In fact, apart from the 10 yuan that was left outside to pay the fare, there was also his old Nokia mobile phone whose screen was almost invisible. .

"It's not a lot of money, but it's a pity to lose such a good pair of pants!" The aunt saw that Wang Wei didn't lose much money, so she turned to Wang Wei's pants.

"It's nothing, go home and sew it up and wear it as good trousers." Wang Wei said, seeing that the people in front of him were almost gone, he got up from his seat and walked towards the car door.

Seeing that Wang Wei didn't feel sad about the loss of money, the aunt smacked her lips and got out of the car rather boringly.Tuchao people sometimes have such bad roots, watching the excitement is no big deal, the sadder others are, the happier he is.

Ma's house is exactly 5 kilometers away from the county seat. In 2010, there were no taxis on the fourth-level roads leading to towns.This distance, if we say that in normal times, Wang Wei still can't see it, but from last night to now, Wang Wei has experienced too many things. When he stepped on the ground, Wang Wei felt that his legs were a little soft .

The passengers who got off together called on the phone, walked on foot, and soon scattered away.Soon, Wang Wei was left standing alone on the roadside, with a layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Yo, kid, we meet again!" After the screeching sound of brakes, an unfamiliar ruffian voice rang in my ears.