MTL - Investment Life-Chapter 2

"Doudou! Get up!"

Woke up by a rough push, Chen Yuanming took a moment to respond and someone called his nickname. The cold wind poured in along the open door, and he shivered and got up from the bed.

Quickly put on some moisture underwear, put on a thick sweater coat, and turned to look around. The small round table has been opened in the middle of the room, and there are several bowls on it. The rice soup can be seen in the shadow, and the pickles are only 3 4, 4 pieces are marinated radish strips. A man was snoring and drinking porridge while sitting at the table, chewing his buns with a big mouth. Realizing Chen Yuanming's gaze, he glared, and yelled, "What's up! Wash your face and eat!"

"Come on." The woman beside him also pushed him aside, and laid a boiled egg on the table, "the egg will be cold when I will."

Chen Yuanming picked up the towel without saying a word and walked towards the door. After leaving the door, turn right and the end of the corridor is the public toilet and pool. At this time, the peak period of grabbing the toilet in the morning has passed. Without much effort, he solved personal hygiene, twisted the rusty faucet, and poured a handful of water on the face.

The water was terribly cold in winter, and there were burning traces on the dark water pipe. Obviously, it was frozen again at night. I don't know which neighbor was tossing it. The face was washed for just a few seconds, and the hands became flushed with redness, and the frostbite on the little finger and the back of the hand began to tingle and itch. In the long and narrow corridor next to it, an air mixed with the smell of firewood and the smell of meals hit the face. Every house in the corridor was noisy. This is the employee dormitory of the city's largest state-owned enterprise, the Bearing Factory. . There are eight floors on the first floor and a three-story dormitory building. Every morning is a scene of soldiers and horses. He has lived in this place for 21 years and is familiar with everything here.

But now ... twisting a towel fiercely, he moved his hands that were already frozen and raised his head. But now he is only 15 years old.

"Washing your face so hard, do you want to be late again?"

When he entered the house, he scolded his head and smashed his face. Chen Yuanming silently put down the towel and sat down at the table. A **** stuck into his hand.

"Hurry up, it's 6:30!" Both hands peeled off the skin of the egg, threw the white tender poached egg into the rice soup, and splashed a small splash. "Don't be lethargic all day, have you taken the exam at the end of the period?"

"There is still another week." He sipped his tongue, and the savory alkaline taste stimulated the taste buds, and the steaming at home will always be this taste. Using chopsticks to pull the eggs in the bowl, Chen Yuanming suddenly felt that the eyes were astringent. "Mom, don't cook eggs, I'm fine ..."

"What are you talking about?" The woman neatly picked up a few empty bowls and soaked them in the pot. "Our house is not bad for the money."

This time the man didn't say anything, just uttered a cold hum, strode out of the door, and made a loud noise when closing the door. Chen Yuanming's chopsticks paused for a moment, added a piece of radish, and ate it with rice porridge.

Looking at the father and son who were still in the Cold War, Wang Juan couldn't help sighing, put on his jacket and put on his pocket, and greeted his son, "I'm going to work, and you have to finish eating and go to school. Remember to lock the door . "

Chewing vigorously, Chen Yuanming nodded. The door was closed, but it kept blocking the noise outside. The students arrived at 6:45, and the entire factory started at 7:00. These two times were doomed to the hurried morning. The ringing bells of bicycles, the loud noise of children yelling, and some parents' yelling resounded in the narrow corridor, year after year.

In the sound of the accompaniment, Chen Yuanming finished his breakfast, put the bowl in the pot, lifted his bag and went out. January night is long, the door is still dark, the cold wind is scratching on the face like a knife, and the coat on the other side can't stop the bitter chill. He sucked his nose, put his hands in his pockets, and walked quickly towards the school Go on.

After a few days of obscurity, memories are now becoming clearer like a mirror wiped off the dust. From home to school is a slow downhill dirt road with uneven potholes, and when it rains, the mud can't pull out the shoes. There were no street lights throughout the road. In the early years, some corn and vegetables were planted on the roadside. Later, they were squeezed out by privately-expanded homes. Some people did n’t pay attention to throwing garbage directly to the roadside. The alleys have a rancid smell all year round.

It was this dirt road with complicated road conditions, but Chen Yuanming took no trouble. Without him, too familiar. From elementary school to junior high school, every day at 2 o'clock, a 15-minute walk, walk down the slope. The corner of the **** is adjacent to the fifth primary school and the third middle school in the factory. In these two schools, he spent his entire teenage time.

As a large-scale state-owned enterprise in its early years, the population of in-service employees and family members of the bearing factory in L City is more than 100,000. It has more than a dozen employee dormitory areas. Schools, hospitals, clubs, bathhouses, and other ancillary facilities are available. It is a well-known key middle school. Since the implementation of 9-year compulsory education and the district-based school selection system, cross-region students who have squeezed in high school fees have become a big sight of the third middle school.

But this scene has become Chen Yuanming's first childhood shadow.

When stepping into the school gate, the bell of the first class was already ringing. Chen Yuanming did not speed up, just glanced at the teacher's office on the second floor and turned to the floor. Class 3 was at the western end of the third floor of the new teaching building, next to the corridor. When the classroom door was opened, dozens of eyes shot at him in unison.

Curious, disdainful, surprised, muran ... The natural attitude of teenagers and girls is far from glaring. Chen Yuanming's face was blank, without even raising his eyelids. He went straight to the empty seat in the seventh row and sat down. The girl at the table opened her body slightly and seemed to want to distance him a little.

Pushing the schoolbag into the drawer and pulling out the pen and paper, Chen Yuanming glanced at the little girl with a ponytail looking disdainful beside her. What's her name, Wang Qian? Wang Ting? Can not remember. Not to mention that his head is so strange now that he didn't have any contact with these students when he was not crazy.

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As soon as she was seated, the sound of crisp high heels rang out in the corridor, and a middle-aged woman entered the classroom. High-heeled leather shoes, black ankle-length wool skirt, and red short down jacket were called fashionable dresses in the early 1990s, but her facial expression ruined everything. Her long hair was high behind her head, and the silver frame The next is a pair of sharp and slender triangular eyes, if any sneer hangs on the corner of her mouth, contrasting with the arrogance of her body.

The monitor in the second row stood up. "stand up!"

The movement of the tables and chairs suddenly sounded, and the whole class stood up.

"Hello teacher!"

The sound is neat and loud, standard pre-class ceremony. The woman standing on the podium nodded her head, "Hello classmates."

It was another rustling table and chairs, but this time it was quiet and fast. The class teacher Han Qian was a well-known Nazi control freak in the school. In the era when teachers decided everything, no one dared to challenge her authority.

When the classroom was quiet again, looking at the students like the quail in the audience, Mr. Han swept the back row with squinting eyes and said politely, "The final exam is coming soon, what should I do? No more nonsense, just some people do n’t always think about being rat dung in the pot, just get out of the way if you do n’t want to learn. Mix your days, be late, leave early, fight and make trouble in the class. You do n’t want to go to high school, it ’s okay, it ’s not the material No one forces you, don't delay others! "

A few glances came over secretly, Chen Yuanming did not make any response and opened the English textbook in front of him.

Teacher Han snorted and threw his lesson plan on the desk. "Now check the homework and recite the text of the last lesson, Chen Yuanming!"

Shouted to the name, Chen Yuanming stood up. This classroom is not that big, with nine seats in each row, a total of seven and a half rows, stuffing a full 65 people like planting potatoes. Because of poor home conditions in the past two years, Chen Yuanming's height is still a little behind the average level of the class. Some subjects are partial and his grades can be achieved, but now he is standing at the back of the classroom, and is next to the crane cranes who have mixed lives. Accompanied by ...

Clenching his fists, Chen Yuanming stared blankly at the teacher on the podium.

"Why, can't you carry it down? Your energy is spent fighting and sleeping ..." Teacher Han opened her mouth and tried to reprimand, but was interrupted suddenly by a sentence in English. The teenager began to recite, the pronunciation is not particularly standard, and the memorization is not fast, but there is no error or omission in the content, word by word, clear and loud, as if mocking her for unreasonable scolding.

The classroom was suddenly silent, Mr. Han's face turned blue, and he glared at the boy standing at the end of the classroom. A text had only a few hundred words, and soon came to an end. After backing, Chen Yuanming didn't sit down immediately, but left someone in the front row.

"I've finished memorizing. Should other fights be treated equally? Teacher Han."

A few people nestled in the front row suddenly buried their heads in the textbooks, trembling as if chirping. The corner of Teacher Han's mouth twitched, and she yelled, "Sit down! Start class!"

After a while the sound of flipping books sounded, Chen Yuanming showed a self-deprecating smile and sat back. The wound on the head was still sore, and he smoothed the curled corner of the book with his hand. In the past two days, I had stitches on my head, and it was chaotic, but the extra things changed him. Now the junior high school textbook is ridiculously simple for him. Any subject, including his most partial English. At the same time, the change didn't stop there. The questions that had puzzled and pained him finally had the answer.

Chen Yuanming raised his head and looked towards the front of the classroom. In the first three rows, the left and right sides are all the daughter of the factory manager and the son of the city leader. The middle rows are the regular teachers' children and ordinary high-priced students, who have high performances and sit in high positions. The last two rows turned into stubborn to incurable transferees, spending money and using relationships, but their schoolwork and character were messed up, all stuffed into corners, letting themselves die.

In this particular small society, there are only four categories of people: wealthy, powerful, and relevant, and top students who really learn to excel. And he does not fall into any of these categories. He was nothing more than a rooster who broke into the monkeys by mistake.

What a simple answer, but in the original disturbed memory, the younger self never understood it. In his family, the education he received from an early age is not enough for him to discover the secret that everyone knows well. His parents regarded the teacher's words as a golden rule and only scolded and reprimanded him, disappointed with his "bad faith" ... ...

A neat recitation came from the ear, and Chen Yuanming lowered his head and looked at the frostbite-stricken hands on the desk. Suddenly, his fear of confusion disappeared for a few days, and it became something completely different. He began to accept the older, capable, but dead self in his mind. If this is a chance to return, why not try it?

Chen Yuanming laughed silently and tightened his fists.

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