My name is Lin Xiaofan, I am 23 years old this year. I just graduated from university. I went to a third-rate university with fourth-rate grades. I went to university in Hangzhou. After graduation, I first worked as a salesperson in a real estate company with a basic salary of 1,800. Because of poor performance, the company
He didn't say he was going to fire me, so I felt embarrassed to stay there.
I stayed in Hangzhou for two months, submitted countless resumes and interviewed many times, but failed. After spending all my money, I returned to my hometown.
My hometown is Luoyang. In the countryside of Luoyang, there is a small village called Shilipuer.
The reason why I came back was because the only teacher in the primary school in the village was suffering from tuberculosis, and his illness was very serious. As the only college student in the village, the village chief was willing to pay a huge sum of 1,000 yuan a month to hire me to teach as a substitute.
So I'm back.
My life outside was worse than that of a dog, but I gained great dignity in my hometown.
In remote mountain villages, college students are still extremely powerful beings. When the villagers saw my father, they would give him a thumbs up and say: There was smoke coming out of the old Lin family's ancestral grave, and a college student actually came out. From now on, you will give him a thumbs up.
Just walked out of the mountain.
Whenever this happens, my father will smile innocently and wipe the sweat from his face.
After I returned to the village, matchmakers from miles around were vying to introduce me to a partner, and they almost crossed the threshold of my home. This is not bragging. If you are not in that environment, you don't know the weight of the word "college student".
My father also tried his best to help me. In their eyes, 23 years old is even past the age of marriage. People of my age can now run around naked.
In order not to let them worry, I also went on blind dates again and again.
Yes, it's coping.
To put it bluntly, university is a place that differentiates between sex and rationality. Although I came from a mountain village, my appearance is not ugly, and I can even be said to be handsome. I have also dated a girlfriend. I have no money, and she is not very rich.
, but even so, we were still together for three years. I did my best to work part-time jobs to do what a boyfriend should do. In my junior year, we broke up.
That day, I drank a bottle of Erguotou worth 2 yuan in the back hill of our school. After I woke up, I was no longer sad and continued to live my life in a hazy way.
Regarding appearance, I inherited it from my mother.
A beautiful woman who doesn't know where her hometown is.
She has dementia.
Decades ago, my father went to the city and bought her back for 300 yuan.
My father said that he spent two yuan that day to buy a set of clothes for my mother. When she came back, her beauty made the people in the village shed their laughter to the ground.
Unfortunately, she is a fool.
If he wasn't a fool, my father wouldn't be able to afford it.
Later, when I came along, my mother's stupidity was always the same, but her stupidity was not like that of a lunatic on the street. She was very quiet.
Don't talk, don't move. Just sit quietly.
I grew up in such an environment, but I don't want to say that I have a withdrawn character, because even so, I still had a complete childhood.
My father is very hard-working. He does his best as a farmer and uses the farm tools in his hands to support his family. I have nothing to blame him for.
No money, this is life.
My grandfather is a retired soldier. He is illiterate and does not have the typical shrewdness of a farmer. On the contrary, he is frighteningly honest. Some people say he is a gmd, some say he is a gcd, but he himself does not know which party he belongs to.
The only thing he knew was that he shot the Japanese Japs with a gun, and after the Japs ran away, he returned home.
My grandma is a traditional rural old lady. She is nagging and sharp-tongued. She likes to talk to a group of old ladies about the shortcomings of the Zhang family and the Li family.
This is my family, an extremely ordinary family
Because I came back to teach, our family gained great respect in the village, because the village chief is a man who has seen the world. He told people that today’s college students’ monthly salary is five to six thousand, Xiao Fan
Being able to come back is because of the love of incense and drinking water and remembering the source.
My work at the school was also extremely simple. I taught forty-three students in a classroom where it was raining heavily outside and lightly raining inside.
I believe that my students will be very successful in society in the future.
When others say that he is not good at Chinese, he can argue that Chinese was taught by a physical education teacher.
When others say that he is not good at mathematics, he can argue that mathematics is taught by the physical education teacher.
When others say that he is not good at physical education, he can argue that physical education is taught by his math teacher.
Because no matter what class, I am the only teacher.
But at least, I am a civil servant in the village.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, I found great satisfaction in this quiet mountain village, which has nothing to do with material things.
That day, I was correcting my homework in my relatively good office. The children knocked on my door and told me that someone was looking for me.
Because this small mountain village is not big, even a child can remember everyone’s name. I asked: Who is looking for me?
I don’t know him, but he looks a lot like your dad. A little boy said.
Not knowing what was going on, I put down my pen and walked out of the office. A few steps away, I saw a man carrying a black bag. The moment I saw him, I was really stunned.
This man, as the children say, is really like my father. I can't say that he is a resemblance, he is simply too similar.
Who are you? I looked at this human being who was carrying a black bag and dressed very fashionably.
I came to see Young Lam Lin, he is my father. The man said.
My brain was shattered in an instant.
Lin Lao Yao is my grandfather’s name.
To be honest, at that moment, I was a little dumbfounded. My grandfather had never left this mountain since he came back from the war. He also married my grandmother after he came back.
He was an old man who couldn't read a word and had yellow teeth and smoked a pipe. If the word illegitimate child, which is not uncommon nowadays, was applied to him, it would be a contradiction.
What's more, who in the whole village doesn't know that my grandfather is a lifelong wife-keeper?
But the fact is that this man who looks almost exactly like my father has now come to visit me.
Just based on that face, I had to believe what he said.
I let the students finish school early, locked the door, and didn’t talk to this person much. I took him back to my home. I had a bit of a mischievous mentality. I didn’t know that when grandma saw this person, that grandpa was not very polite in speaking.
How to explain.
Along the way, this man almost caused a commotion because his face was exactly like my father's face.
On the way home, I met my father. When he saw this man, his face turned pale with fright, and he threw a load of excrement on the ground.
My father ignored the stench, pointed at the face and asked me shivering: Who is Xiaofan?
Before I could speak, he stretched out his hand towards my father and said: I am the son of Lin Laoyao. I know you, I should call you brother.
My father was too frightened to answer the question and ran home as if his buttocks were on fire.
He couldn't accept this fact either.
The village itself is not big, so we returned home quickly. At the gate, we saw my grandma holding her waist and grabbing my grandfather's ears. The people in the mountains were digging for food, and grandma's skin was darkened by Feng Shui and the sun.
The angry face at this moment resembles the angry-eyed Vajra of Buddhism.
Please tell me clearly who this is today. Grandma grabbed Grandpa's ears hard, stared at the person behind me and shouted.
Grandpa's face, originally twisted in pain, became incredible when he saw the person behind me.
Which grandpa are you shouting at him?
Damn old man, you pretended to be a grandma who was so angry that she burst into tears and kicked my grandpa in the butt. My dad was grinning from the side.
"I really don't know him. I'm just lying to you," Grandpa swore.
It's not your kind that can make my baby look so much like grandma roaring.
At this time, the villagers were gathered around and it might be lively. Although I wanted to take a look, this was a family matter after all, and the family scandal should not be made public.
I stepped forward and pulled my grandma away and said, "Don't make the family scandal public. Let's talk about it when we go home."
My grandson is no longer home. Your grandpa did such a shameless thing. Grandma, I still have the shame. If I don’t say that a little mouse is on the lampstand today, I won’t be able to forgive him and grandma’s persistence.
My father also came over at this time, and the two of us finally pulled grandma back into the house.
In the room, grandma was sitting on the edge of the bed angrily, and grandpa was squatting on the ground smoking a dry cigarette. I poured a cup of tea for the visitor. Wild mountain chrysanthemum is refreshing and relieves the fire.
Who are you? How could I realize that your grandfather looked at this person with aggrieved eyes?
You pretended to be grandma and took off her shoes and threw them towards him.
Seeing my grandpa's aggrieved look, I suddenly stopped watching the excitement because I felt that something was wrong. Grandpa is such an honest and friendly person.
He can't act.
Absolutely not. Even when it comes to cheating on his wife, which can turn a man into a master of lies in an instant, it is impossible for grandpa to lie so hard that I can’t tell.
The movements and expressions are so natural. If it were really disguised, then I think grandpa could win an Oscar.
I really don’t know him. My grandfather was almost crying after being slapped with a shoe.