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Chapter 43 Cold spring, poverty and despicable ensemble

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    He is poorly dressed.

    The dead gray sports jacket has been washed hundreds of times, and the elastic band on the edge is only loose. It suddenly becomes fat from the buttocks and drags down to the crotch, like a girl's long woolen sweater.

    The black trousers are full of folds, like wrinkles, and the old man's face is full of twists and turns.

    The gown and trousers he was wearing were what his brother used to wear.  The extremely long trouser legs are rolled up, and when they walk, they shake and tremble, and when they are stirred again, they slip down.

    Every time he walked, he tried to lift his trousers, but even then he couldn't make it secure.

    It's better to use a paper clip to hold it, but it will inevitably get lost.  He ran and did exercises in the morning and at noon. He was running and jumping when something slipped down. He felt that his trousers had fallen off.  Running on dirt.

    Over time, the trousers have lost a lot of fluff, as if they were bitten by a dog.  Shoes are more personal.

    The most common rubber shoes are imitations of ordinary military shoes. After wearing them for too long, the front rubber is torn and there are holes in the back.

    The socks are also torn.  The thumbs of his feet were boldly exposed, and he shamelessly followed the girls on the road who laughed at them.  Everything is just shabby.

    He can bear loneliness, he can also bear the shame brought by poverty, but he can't bear the pressure of study, he can't help being humiliated at the bottom.  He couldn't stand the torment.

    ? On the ranking list, I hugged the bottom one with aggrievedness, and didn't move for several years.  Like a child who is being beaten and scolded, no matter how the adults tug and tug, he hugs the tree trunk and does not let go.

    The poverty of the family, the worries about the future, and the year-round toil in the countryside did not see much gain, forcing him to learn well.  The worse his academic performance was, the more frantically he worked hard. He bit the bullet, pushed away all desires for rest, stayed up late, got up early, squeezed time, and made up for studying, pushing himself into extreme exhaustion and going to sleep.  Drag, drag.

    Logically speaking, God should take care of him, and even he himself felt pitiful, but the result was not like this, God never paid attention to him.  He was lost and devastated.  He was so tired that he lay on the table with his head in his arms, but he couldn't fall asleep.

    It is rare to have a good mood.

    ? On two days off every month, he went home and climbed to the top of the mountain in one go early in the morning.

    The autumn morning was wet and foggy.  The sun has risen, and the white fog is still thick. The fog and clouds at the foot of the mountain are mixed together, and the cloud mushrooms are like the soap bubbles stirred up in the laundry tub. They are pink and white, one by one,  It's like a pile of snowdrifts that are naturally accumulated.

    The warm sun shone only a little on the top of the mountain, and shone on him.  Standing in front of the cliff, he yelled, yelled, and the bitterness accumulated in his chest for a long time spit out, yelled, yelled hard, and cried out tears, and his heart felt much more comfortable.

    Comfortable and tired, the rare peace of mind can make the normally fast-running brain stop for a while due to lack of oxygen. He bowed his waist and shouted, shouted, shouted, and shouted until he had no strength to shout anymore  When he came out, all the cells in his body were jumping, like countless small bugs throbbing all over his body, jumping wildly, his arms went numb for a while, and sporadic black spots jumped out of his eyes.

    The black dots piled up more and more, and it was almost dark. Before the darkness could react, a black curtain fell.  It was completely dark in front of his eyes, and he heard the pine waves, humming, accompanied by a soft hissing sound, which was the sound of the wind surging, and it was a great ensemble of countless pine branches united.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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