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Chapter 50 White Sneakers

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    It has been countless times of cold and summer, and it is no different for Li Changqing.  Since he was thirteen years old, he has been working hard for decades. He has been working, and there is always more work to do.  At first it was to make my mother and brothers have enough to eat, and later it was to make the family survive better.  In Chen Yao's memory, she seldom sees her father resting.  Li Changqing goes to work every day during the day, and when he returns home at night, he starts to take care of the livestock or the vegetable garden, or tidy up the bicycles at home, or make some new furniture.  Curtains, dustpans, benches, tables, brooms, etc., all the furniture used in the house are basically made by Li Changqing.  His good carpentry work is not wasted even when he is a welder today.  Catch up with the season of spring planting or autumn harvest, it is busy seasonal farm work.  In spring and autumn, it will be busy until late at night.

    At this moment, Li Changqing is weaving the curtain under the dim light in the hall. In order to save electricity, the hall uses a light bulb with a temperature of more than ten degrees. Because it has suffered from oily smoke and dust in the hall for many years, the surface of the light bulb has been covered with thick dust.  The faint light weakened even more.  Li Changqing's hands shuttled between the sorghum stalks, and he threaded a special long thread in his rough hands.  Although it is the season of warming and cold, Li Changqing's hands are still cracked and clear enough to see the scars of bright red flesh under the skin, and the back of his hands is covered with skin as rough as fish scales.  The touch of the skin everywhere gives people an incredible hardness and silent pain.

    Memories may be forgotten, but there are always some memories that go deep into the bone marrow, even if you choose to forget, you cannot be forgotten.  In Chenyao's memory, apart from being cheated and beaten by her grandma and aunt at the age of three, the most profound thing is Li Changqing's rough hands like the bark of old trees.  Those hands support the house, and those hands are chapped all the year round.

    Chen Piao looked at his father who was weaving the curtain, hesitating to speak countless times.  She came home late from school today, because she had been struggling all the way whether to ask her parents about this request.  She never made any request to her parents, and the four sisters all watched their parents' hardships with their own eyes.  They are really saving money from their teeth, and then they are desperately farming to save money, just to pay for their future college education.  This is the story that Yang Yi has to retell to them every day.  She kicked the potholes on the ground with her feet, hoping that the yellowed white sneakers under her feet could make another hole.  It was an old shoe worn by a distant cousin. When the shoe was brought over, the hole was already torn. The dexterous Yang Yi sewed it with white thread so that there were almost no traces.  But this pair of sneakers has always been worn by Chen Yu and Chen Piao. They were originally only worn during school sports meetings. Later, because Yang Yi had too much work on hand, the shoes for the family were not finished, so they were taken away.  To replace daily use.  After several years of doing this, a few more holes were filled. Although Yang Yi still stitched them up stitch by stitch with white thread, there were too many patches and it was really hard to cover them up.  Not only that, the white shoes have also turned yellow under the action of washing powder. At this moment, there are still traces of white chalk painted on in the morning to hide the ugliness on Chen Piao's shoes.

    "Third, do you have something to do?" Li Changqing knew that his third daughter was extremely introverted, and every time he talked to him, he had to think about it for a long time. Although he was concentrating on his work, the abnormality of his daughter still caught his attention.  .

    "Dad, we're going to have a sports meeting, and the school makes you wear white sneakers." Chen Piao replied more briskly than usual this time, but Li Changqing didn't know that the "brightness" at this moment was the courage she mustered up after struggling all the way.

    "My pair is broken, and I'm going to participate in a running competition this time." Without giving Li Changqing a chance to speak, Chen Piao looked at his father who was staring at his shoes, and blurted out another sentence.  Although the light was dim, Li Changqing could still clearly see the traces of mending on the yellowed worn-out white sneakers. No matter how skillful Yang Yi's hands were, it would be impossible to restore a pair of worn-out shoes to their original appearance.  Li Changqing's hand paused there, and suddenly an uncontrollable discomfort welled up in his heart.  He looked at the big girl in front of him who had fallen into a twelve-year-old. She had grown up and had a sense of shame.  But I can do nothing to give them a proud life.  In order to save money, he can only let them wear the clothes and shoes made by Yang Yi himself, or they can only wear the leftover clothes and shoes worn by others, and the cruel thing is that many of those clothes and shoes have been patched and patched.  He has been busy making money, but life is still like this, he failed to make his daughter a princess.

    "Let your mother buy you a new pair." Li Changqing still showed a fatherly smile to his daughter.

    "Really?" The twelve-year-old girl's eyes showed a light he had never seen before.

    "Yes." Li Changqing nodded with a smile, and then quickly buried her head deeply in the work under the dim light. Fortunately, the girl ran to the street to ask Yang Yi for instructions.  He told himself in that thread of needlework, I have to work harder tomorrow, and I must earn back the money for these shoes, so as not to embarrass my daughter and make life difficult for my daughter-in-law, as long as I work harder, everything will be fine.

    Yang Yi knows how to live, but having gone to school, she understands the shame of puberty when her daughters grow up.  They also care about how they look in front of teachers and classmates, and they also want to wear new clothes and new shoes, but they are sensible and have not asked themselves.  This was the first time her daughter spoke, and she knew she couldn't refuse.

    Chen Piao put on her white sneakers as she wished. Perhaps it was the motivation brought by the brand new white sneakers. She, who has never shown her beauty in sports, actually won the third place in that 400-meter long-distance race.  , successfully got a pen reward.  She happily shared the joy with her parents and sisters.  The day after the sports meeting, the white sneakers were carefully wiped clean and put into a box.  Later it will only appear on the "big" day.  For example, during the broadcasting exercises at school, it will first help the second child, Chen Yu, in the competition, and then switch to Chen Piao's feet as quickly as possible.  Or if one of the two sisters is selected to give a speech under the national flag, or during the sports meeting, it will also appear on their feet to save them face.  They cherish this precious pair of white sneakers so much, because they know from the bottom of their hearts that they are not a pair of shoes, but the blood and sweat of their parents.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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