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Chapter 1 Han Yan's Life Experience

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    My name is Han Yan, and I was born in an ordinary farm family.  She is the eldest daughter in the family, her father is an electrician, and her mother is a worker in a weaving factory. Compared with the above, the family background is far less than that, but it is more than enough.  At least when the children my age were still living in the countryside, my father had already moved our family to a small town.

    In that year, I had pocket money every day, lollipops to eat every day, and new clothes to wear every season.  Life is no different from that of a child in the city. I also have my own comic books and dream of growing up. My childhood was very happy.

    But an accident instantly deprived my family of happy times. I was 14 years old that year, and my father picked up my mother from get off work as usual. I watched my younger brother wait for my mother to come home from get off work and cook as usual at home.  I still remember that day, my 12-year-old brother didn¡¯t learn well, and I found out by stealing my father¡¯s cigarettes.  I am small, but my strength is far inferior to me. In the end, I even cried after losing the battle. I sat on the desk and twitched non-stop. I held back my tears and wanted to wait for my father to come home and cry again.  But until night, it was already very dark, and Dad still didn't come back.

    Finally, there was movement at the door. When I hurried over, all I saw was my mother's dull, red and swollen eyes.

    I asked anxiously: "Mom, where is Dad?"

    Mom just squatted down slowly and grabbed my shoulders. I looked at my mother at a loss.  My mother suddenly hugged me tightly, crying softly at first, and then crying more and more, trembling with my whole body.

    That day, after my mother finished crying and calmly cooked us a meal, she let us sleep and then went out.

    When I saw my mother again, I asked what I had been thinking about all night. I cried and asked, "Mom, where did Dad go? Did he not want us?"

    With a bitter smile, my mother said to me gently: "No, your father is just sick, and he will go home when he recovers."

    My mother didn't lie to me, my father was sick, and he had a very difficult disease.  Dad came back too, and when he came back, many people carried him to the bed at home.

    Later I found out that because my father was going to pick up my mother to go to work, when passing by the road, a car suddenly rushed towards my mother in a straight line. My father rushed forward desperately and pushed my mother away, and I was run over by the wheels of the van from the waist  , The perpetrator fled on the spot.

    Without my father as the pillar of the family, my life is very frugal and poor. In addition to working two jobs every day, my mother has to take care of our family's food and clothing. The most terrible thing is that my father's medical expenses are like a bottomless pit.  Then I lived without candy, without new clothes, and without the dolls I wanted.

    When I was drinking for the first time, I found out when my father tried to commit suicide again.  I snatched the fork that was sharpened by my father, only to hear my father's heavy and weak voice: "I don't want to live to do such crimes```"

    I understand that my father's heart is dead the moment he loses his standing, but my mother's heart for him is still very fresh.  So don't put any sharp things around Dad. When Dad had the idea of ??dying for the first time, Mom stayed with him all night, crying until his eyes were swollen like light bulbs, and his hair turned white a lot. Dad just broke  Think about it.

    I went to the room, picked up the five yuan my mother put under the pillow, and ran downstairs.  I took a bottle of white wine.  He ran back into the house in one breath and rushed to his father.

    I poured a glass of wine to my father and said, "Dad, think about what your mother said to you, think about your mother. If you feel bored, drink this."

    Dad smiled gratifiedly, picked up the wine, touched my head with the other hand, and then leaned against the head of the bed and drank the wine.

    Every time after that, Dad would drink some wine every few days.  At that time, I was thinking that drinking wine can really relieve my worries.

    Dad suddenly drank alone, maybe a little unconscious after drinking some wine, but asked me to drink with him, I didn't hesitate, picked up the wine glass, took a small sip, the tongue tasted full of bitterness,  Accompanied by a burst of spicy.  I grinned and said, "It's so bitter, it's too hard to drink."

    Dad patted my head indulgently and said: "Silly daughter, that's not how I drink it. Here, like this, lean your neck up and drink it in one breath, 'hiss¡ª' good!"

    Dad demonstrated while he was talking, and I did it obediently. Most of the bitterness really disappeared, and a burning pleasure appeared in my throat. At that time, I felt that wine really had a special taste for the first time.

    With the piecemeal help from my neighbors, I barely managed to get to the third year of junior high school, and my family's financial situation no longer allowed me.

    Just after my mother was too tired and accidentally injured her hand while weaving, I finally had no choice but to follow a few colleagues from poor families.He dropped out of school together and went to Dongguan to work.

    I am not reconciled, all of this is completely different from my childhood dream.  I remember when we were in primary school, the teacher asked us, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

    I once thought about being a policewoman, fighting violence and bringing peace to the people.  I thought about being a female doctor, saving lives and helping the wounded.  I just never thought that I would become one of the tens of thousands of working girls in the factory, but all kinds of things overwhelmed me, and before I could clearly see the path I was looking forward to, life made it impossible for me to take a step forward.

    It seems to be a very common thing to enter the factory and leave the factory together with the students.  I always think this way, at least now I don't need to spend any more money on my family, and I won't become a burden on my family.

    ?The last factory that has been in the factory for the longest time should be Boyuan Electronics Factory. It was a factory that I entered when I was living in Dongguan with nothing in my pocket.

    I thought I would still stay for one or two months, or three or four months, but not for the first half of the year.  But many things are often beyond your expectations. I stayed in that factory for more than two years.

    There I met Lin Haoying, who is humble and friendly, Qiu Caixia, who is warm and loves to laugh, and treats me very well, and Tan Xiaozhen, who is innocent and cute, who can accommodate my temper and sweetly calls me sister.  I will always remember the time.

    Every night in the dead of night, I would think of them, when they laughed wantonly and got drunk without any worries.  But there is only one person, together with the heavy sadness that makes me feel difficult to breathe when I think of it, my former friend, Qiu Caixia.

    I have never been a good woman. Ever since I fell in love with drinking, I already know that I am not a good woman. The word lady has nothing to do with me.  But I never thought of hurting anyone, especially a sister like me.

    In my subconscious mind, that incident was attributed to the confusion caused by alcohol.  Haoying discovered something wrong with me very early on. I do have a lot of things hidden in my heart. I don¡¯t want to say it, but if I say it, no one can help me, so why bother to add sadness.  One after another, the waves rushed to me like a series of turbulent waves, which made me unable to cope.  The first was the bitter fruit of love that I didn't want to look back on, and the last was the sad news of my father's death.  My whole nerve felt like it was going to snap, and I didn't know what to do other than drink.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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