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Chapter 8

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    Under the surprised eyes of the whole class, I swept the messy things on the table into the schoolbag, picked them up and rushed out.  I sprinted to the downstairs of Lin's house like a madman.

    "Lin Manjing" I shouted at the top of my voice.

    "Lin Manjing" I didn't give up, staring at the window of her room.

    "Lin Manjing" My voice was hoarse, and I shouted again in a crying tone.

    I vaguely saw her swaying figure in front of the window.

    "Lin Manjing" The window opened, but it wasn't Lin Manjing.

    "She's not here, get out of here quickly." The middle-aged woman who opened the window roared viciously, then closed the door and window tightly, and drew the heavy curtains.

    "Lin Manjing" I didn't give up, and continued to shout for half an hour, but didn't respond, but instead attracted abuse from the neighbors of the Lin family and threatened to call the police.  In desperation, I threw the textbooks I was holding in my arms on the ground, and trampled on those books desperately to vent the sadness in my heart.  I hoarsely shouted the last "Lin Manjing" I sat down on the ground, holding up my most cherished book, and the strong and meaningful pen writing on the book melted away in my crystal clear tears

    I picked up the ruined and messy textbooks again, dragging my heavy steps, like a death row prisoner with heavy shackles staggering home.  There were many strange eyes around me, and a child was pointing behind me, and was dragged back by the mother beside me.  I kept laughing in my heart: I really hope that I go crazy, and going crazy is the best ending for me.  But why am I not crazy, I am so miserable!

    The road home is long.  In the deep twilight, the dim lights in my house were on, not very bright, but there was a trace of warmth in my eyes.  I took out the key with trembling hands and struggled to open the door, and my front foot just stepped through the door.  A slap was slapped in the face with a "slap", my brain buzzed, and gold stars burst out in front of my eyes.  The book I was holding in my arms suddenly fell to the ground, and the entire left cheek was swollen, but I didn't feel any pain, but a feeling of joy and dripping.

    "Little bastard, why are you still here? Why don't you die?" Dad gritted his teeth and cursed in the most vicious language. He grabbed my collar and slapped me hard.  I looked up to my father, not because I had anything to be confident about, but how much I wanted my father to beat me up.  Because physical pain can numb my mind, and then temporarily forget the pain.  Before Dad had time to vent his violent spirit, Mom jumped out.

    "Stop it, what problem can you solve even if you kill him?" She ran up and broke her husband's hand away.  Dad let go of his hand, and sat down on the chair with his head in his arms in despair.  This is his habitual action, like an ostrich, as if by burying his head, he can not face everything outside.  He is very tired, resigned to everything, powerless.  Now the hope of his son becoming a dragon will also disappear, he is pitifully poor.

    "The school is going to expel him. What do you say?" Dad said in a muffled voice.

    My face turned pale, as if my heart was torn apart alive.  it hurts!  I really want to cut open my chest to cover that bleeding heart.  Although I had expected how the school would deal with it, I never imagined that the top students who were expected to be the number one in the college entrance examination this year would no longer be able to study like this.

    After so many years of hard work, I put all my heart and soul into the book, can't I read anymore?  I have always wanted to change the destiny of my life through reading.  Why should my rights be taken away?  Do you want me to be a worker like my father all my life, and live as a person at the bottom of society forever?  Why?

    I saw the books scattered on the ground around me, and rushed to them madly, grabbed those textbooks and stuffed them into my arms, but the pages of the books that I had trampled many times scattered like a goddess.

    "No" I roared like a beast, how I hate what happened.

    What on earth did I do wrong? Two months ago, my life was peaceful with a slight ripple, why did it become like this.  Why are you doing this to me?

    "Lin Manjing" I yelled out the name that I once dreamed of.  All the images of her in my mind began to become ugly and hideous.  My mother threw herself on me with tears streaming down her face, hugged my head tightly, and kept stroking.

    "Son, what happened? You wouldn't do that kind of stupid thing, right? You wouldn't." Mom kept babbling this sentence, comforting her son while healing her own injuries  heart of.  With tears in my eyes, I smelled the long-lost warm smell.  How long has it been, I haven't been hugged by my mother for a long time.  I was looking for my mother's arms like a newborn baby, wanting to get in and hide, my mother's arms are so warm

    I was carried to bed by my parents.  I'm already big and strong, and it's too much work for them.take off.  None of them had dinner, because what everyone needed was a void that food could not solve.  At night, I kept having nightmares, dreaming about Lin Manjing's accusations, and dreaming that Director Liang announced my expulsion from school at the school assembly.  I woke up in tears and dared not close my eyes again because the haunting dream was too painful.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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