Zhejiang Province in the southeast experienced the attacks of tropical cyclones "Lotus" and "Morakot" in the first two months. By the end of November, continuous thunderstorms began again, with no end in sight.
My family members are fishermen, and they stay in front of the TV, paying close attention to the upcoming weather.
Business has been bad lately.
The beautiful host on the weather forecast, whose appearance has not changed in many years, introduced provinces one by one, and finally arrived at Zhejiang Province:
"Thunderstorm, temperature 3~7 degrees Celsius, it is recommended to prepare an umbrella when going out..."
"It's going to rain again!"
Li Wan's mother stamped her foot, surprising her daughter.
"If it rains again tomorrow, the child will not be able to read the book. She will find some reason to say that she is not feeling well and she cannot go," her mother deliberately said loudly beside her daughter so that the whole family could hear. "I thought she was pretending."
Is it possible to not work hard if you are sick? How is that possible? No matter how heavy the rain is tomorrow, we still have to rush there. If we can’t drive, your father will have to carry you on his back."
"Can you hear me?" Her mother pouted and kicked the bench.
"I heard it." Li Wan replied in a low voice.
She did have a cold. But her family had been having other troubles recently and didn't notice it. If it were her grandparents who were more concerned about her, they might have noticed it.
"And you?"
There was a man sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper without answering.
So Li Wan's mother kicked over the plastic stool and scolded, "Are you deaf?"
Still no answer.
It was louder again, and this time the stool was kicked away. The woman also felt pain in her toes. She looked left and right, feeling aggrieved and wanted to vent it out, so she picked up Li Wan's collar. The 13-year-old Li Wan was no longer
It was light, but her mother used a lot of force and finally turned her face to the man: "You don't have to worry about your daughter, right?"
Li Wan didn't know why and wanted to cry. She was very pitiful but tried her best to hold it back and made an ugly face. She was afraid that the two of them would be even more angry.
The man on the sofa put down the newspaper and saw it. His eyes were already red: "How can I take care of this alone?"
"I can't take care of it anyway. This family has nothing to do with me. I'm quitting. Remember, it was you who cheated on you. You caused it." Li Wan's mother threw harsh words and put Li Wan away and hurriedly picked it up.
Umbrella, she would leave under the cover of night.
Her father immediately stood up and pulled the woman roughly. In the process, Li Wan also stumbled, but her father couldn't care anymore, so he avoided it slightly and rushed forward again.
The two men struggled together.
The sounds of smashing things and cursing.
Li Wan, a 13-year-old lolita, didn't wear socks, stepped on the cold floor, and carefully avoided objects on the ground. It was raining heavily on a rainy night, and the strong wind pushed open the balcony window, slowing down the beating movements of the adults behind her.
, and if it slowed down, they gradually disappeared into the night together, while the warm yellow light in the living room still hugged her, creating a moment of warmth where only one person was left.
——The small plastic ball was bought by Li Wan’s mother so that she could continue to exercise as a girl. When she was five years old, her father brought her an electronic keyboard for children from the toy store. Her father often used it after work.
She played with him, but now she has passed her over; above it are certificates of awards, various "three good students" and "excellent students", which are placed in photo albums. They used to be turned out for everyone to see, and her parents would praise her. The cover
It's a photo of Li Wan and his parents.
Xiao Liwan stood in the middle, holding her parents with both hands and smiling with her big teeth exposed.
She didn't know then that she would be like this today.
Li Wan stood quietly in front of the photo for a while, then opened the door and entered his own little world.
"boom!"
Closed.
A small alarm clock in the shape of a doraemon points to eight o'clock.
"Rumble..."
The sound of the thunderstorm is still very loud and does not stop.
Li Wan waited for his parents to finish arguing, but this time the argument was particularly fierce and lasted for a long time, and was accompanied by the sound of smashing. It first became much smaller as the door was closed, and then slowly became louder and louder. Even the thunderstorm could not cover it up.
After they stopped, they moved their positions and beat them all the way from the TV counter to the living room and close to the children's room, smashing everything they could get their hands on. Li Wan couldn't stand it anymore, so she jumped into her bed and cried, rubbing her feet.
.
Only then did she realize that the sole of her foot was not only cold, but also twisted just now.
Gradually, it seemed like I was going to sleep; I was still crying and lost consciousness.
When Li Wan woke up, she looked at Doraemon and saw that it was already 9 o'clock; she jumped out of the bed and limped to the living room; the plastic ball, electronic keyboard, and even the wedding photo were torn up. Li Wan didn't think so.
Shocked, she took a few long breaths and held back, not crying.
She turned on the TV and saw the 9 o'clock program "Stirring Up China". A strange host came on, telling a story she didn't know, and the pictures flashed back and forth.
He is no longer the good-looking brother from the last issue.
Li Wan felt bored and looked back.
My mother was no longer at home, and it was a mess; my father was still there, but he was staring at the ceiling absentmindedly, never wanting to talk to her.
Li Wan didn't dare to rub his injured foot, which would arouse people's worries, and he didn't dare to go to his father to play around. He just sat there quietly, thinking that he was very well-behaved, and waited for the host to finish telling the complicated story.
I just waited for the good-looking brother in the last issue. I waited for so long that my body was sore.
"Li Wan, which one do you want to follow?"
Her father asked suddenly.
At this time, the unknown host also spoke, "Friends in the audience, at the end of the program, our "Stirring China" column team has something to say to the viewers in front of the screen, because the last issue of "Stirring China"
The special edition of the micro-film is very popular with audiences across the country. Our program team has decided to launch special edition programs from time to time in the future to give back to new and old audiences..."
"The guests on the show are still the guests who appeared in the last episode..."
It turns out I have to wait until next time.
Today, it has been confirmed that it is gone. There is no longer any doubt.
The TV started to play the credits. Li Wan didn't want to turn around and answer. She couldn't even see her good-looking brother today. She waited in vain. She finally felt aggrieved. Her feet were sore and numb, and her body was so heavy that she almost fainted. She had to wait in front of other people.
In human face, weep unbridled.
Her father climbed over to hug her and comfort her, but she used her injured foot to use her arms to break free, and she no longer entered with the same enthusiasm as before.
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The script of the new program has been sent to everyone. Open it and see that it is Fang Yi's personal show.
In 1995, workers at a Korean-owned factory were asked to kneel down and apologize to the Korean female boss. The workers were forced to make a living and complied, but the protagonist did not. He threw off his work badge and left, and complained to the labor department. He kept his dignity
Dignity, his presence also prevented the collective from completely kneeling down.
This incident caused a lot of controversy, and the protagonist was interviewed because of it. During that time, he became somewhat famous, and some people wrote poems for him.
"Chinese People, People Who Don't Kneel".
The Korean boss finally apologized.
However, the protagonist did not make any counterattacks in his life and continued to live an ordinary life, which did not meet the public's dramatic expectations for the story.
After all, it is an adapted documentary, not a made-up story.
The couple in the last issue also fell in love with each other vigorously, but separated in ordinary days.
Wang Defa told him the whole story, without telling him what Song Yi had to say. But Fang Yi thought that as Song Yi acted so devotedly that day and looked so affectionate, Wang Defa would not be a bad sight.
Calling up the badge, "Current Level 1 [17/100]", the bright golden part representing the skill CD has almost occupied all parts. Fang Yi tried to click on it, but there was still no response.
He found it boring and took out "Xu Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood" to read.
I happened to see that Xu Sanguan's family was too poor and the child was crying from hunger, so Xu Sanguan "cooked" the food with his mouth. The writing of this paragraph is too warm, but the reality is too tragic.
His chest felt tight, so he ran to the balcony to look at the immortal pine and cypress - it could also be seen here. The school lights hadn't stopped yet, and the halo cast by them became even more ambiguous. The radio station was still playing songs, and there were people coming and going under the tree.
People were jumping, running, and walking, and there was no place to sit.
Song Yi called him, and she also got the script to read. She asked: "Teacher Fang, the new script is really annoying. I don't want to read it. It's like the last one, how good it is."
She added, "Teacher Fang, do you know what happened to these two in the end? You can't find it in the news."
She then became silent.
Fang Yi didn't want to lie, but when the words came to his lips, he said, "I don't really understand..."
Song's voice rose, "You should be living a good life then..."
"Um……"
hang up the phone.
"Current level 1 [20/100]."
The skill has completely improved, and the golden badge continues to shine.