Re-select the life system

Chapter 13: Chapter 13

After visiting the bookstore, Qin He returned to school. Looking at the children playing and laughing on the campus, Qin He felt a sense of distance between himself and these children.

Many nights, I dreamed that I was still a child, sitting in the classroom, the Chinese teacher was chattering about something, and I was lying on the desk and secretly reading martial arts novels.

The little secret joy of not being discovered, occasionally looking at the back of a female classmate at the front table, a trace of ignorant feelings sprouted in my heart.

Once upon a time, I hoped to grow up earlier and work earlier, so that I could have pocket money and endless snacks, maybe that was the life I wanted.

As I grew up, I realized that when I grow up, I can’t finish eating snacks, because I don’t like them at all, and I do have pocket money in my pocket, but apart from pocket money, I don’t even have enough pocket money to buy a car or a house.

In the world of children, there are actually worries and concerns, but to adults, their worries are more like envy. Unfortunately, children will never understand the worries of adults.

School just started today, and there was no class. Instead, the teacher called the students and collected textbooks. He didn’t even arrange seats.

After Yan Zi and others came out together, Qin He took them to the street next to the school to eat a bowl of rice noodles. In the morning, he didn't even eat breakfast because he remembered to ride on someone else's tractor.

Yanzi and the others sat in the seats of the small restaurant with some restraint. Since they were young, they seldom went out to eat. To them, pocket money is a distant thing.

Having books to read and being able to have enough food every day is already their greatest happiness.

In addition to the two small tuition fees, Qin He still has about a hundred yuan on him. Anyway, he still owes the tuition fees now. Qin He is not going to hand over the money to the school first.

After ordering five bowls of rice noodles, when the boss brought them out, several pairs of eyes stared straight into the bowl, and Qin He brought them to everyone sadly.

"Began to eat!"

Qin He picked up the chopsticks and said hello. Everyone's eyes couldn't take their eyes off the rice noodles in the bowl. A simple bowl of hot and sour rice noodles made Qin He feel sincerely satisfied.

Since he was reborn in this world, he has had sweet potato and rice porridge every day, and there is no shortage of vegetables. In the cellar at home, there is only sweet potato and Chinese cabbage, but apart from these, there is not even a trace of meat.

Qin He looked at his thin arm, and then at the same thin and yellow children in front of him, and couldn't help feeling his failure again.

Naturally, a bowl of rice noodles would not fill you up, but the children consciously drank the soup in the bowl without making a sound, and Qin He did the same.

Qin He wanted to shout, "Are you full?"

I wanted to ask for another bowl, but after thinking about it, I stopped. Now the future is uncertain, and I don’t know whether the magazines I sent in the past will be liked by the magazines. What if the ones I wrote do not conform to the trend of this era , then I can only think of other ways.

Thinking about submitting the article, he saw Lin Yifeng's dark and thin face on the other side of the table, licking the last bit of soup in the bowl with a happy look, which made Qin He feel that he was eager to make money. impulse.

After eating the noodles, they prepared to go home. They just checked the time at the rice noodle shop. It was now [-]:[-] in the morning. They made an appointment with the village tractor master to meet at the school at [-]:[-]. Qin He and the others hurried back to the side of the school, ready to wait Get off the tractor and go back to the village together.

But time passed by, and the tractor never appeared. It was obviously past ten o'clock, and the school students began to go home with their parents one after another.

After standing there for almost an hour, Qin He finally felt that something was wrong. He asked Lin Yifeng to go to the school to see if the tractor master's child was still at school. If not, ask his classmates what time the child left.

After less than 5 minutes, Lin Yifeng ran out in a hurry.

"Brother, that boy Hu Fuchao left a little after nine o'clock and was picked up by his father!"

Qin He's face was livid and he didn't speak.

The relationship between the Lin family and the village cannot be said to be good, but it is not bad either. After all, the Lin family has been in Hujia Village for more than 20 years. The Lin family's parents are also good people. They basically do not quarrel with the villagers. They divide the worst mountains and fields. Neither of their parents has ever quarreled with the village. .

But in the countryside, as an outsider or a good person, it is naturally impossible for you to have any status.

Yan Zi and others started school. Qin He couldn't walk long distances because of his legs, so he asked the tractor driver in the village. After the master agreed, Qin He decided to come to the town school to have a look.

When he arrived in the town in the morning, Qin He also felt embarrassed. When he got off the bus, he went to the shop opposite and bought two packs of cigarettes for the master. As a favor, Qin He did it.

At that time, I also made an appointment with the tractor master to be at the school gate at ten o'clock, and they took a tractor to go home together. It was because of this that Qin He walked around the school in a leisurely manner, and finally took a few people to eat rice noodles.

But I never expected that when I waited at the school gate at 40:[-], the family had already taken the child away half an hour ago.

The feeling of being let go by others was really uncomfortable. Most importantly, Qin He felt humiliated.

When he went to the village to borrow money before, the villagers ridiculed him all kinds of things. Qin He still felt nothing. After all, he didn’t owe you anything or promise you anything.

But at this time, Qin He felt really uncomfortable when he was let go.

My legs are still not able to walk a long distance. Everyone in the village knows that I came to school by tractor, and I told my teacher more than once on the way. I bought the cigarettes for the compliment.

But what he got was humiliation, which was indeed humiliation.

Because the other party knew very well that Qin He couldn't go far, so he deliberately went to school to pick up his child early, and Qin He felt depressed.

Looking at the disappointed little faces, Qin He had mixed feelings. Apart from useless anger, there was nothing he could do at this moment.

My heart is more and more eager to change the status quo.

"Swallow, is there a public phone around here?"

Yanzi looked at his second brother with some doubts, but still hesitated.

"Is it the kind of phone that can communicate with far away places?"

"Ok!"

"I heard from my classmates that installing telephones is very expensive. There are not many people installing telephones in the town. It should only be installed by the government!"

Qin He didn't expect that it was already 1997, and there were not many people in this remote town who even had a phone installed. Maybe Yanzi hadn't been exposed to these things, so he didn't know.

Qin He thought for a while, suddenly looked back at the school, and asked hesitantly.

"I remember we were in the principal's office just now. There seemed to be a phone, right?"

Several people looked at Qin He in confusion. Looking at the doubtful looks in their eyes, Qin He also became a little unsure. He really didn't pay attention just now. Maybe they didn't even know what a phone was.

Since he was not sure, Qin He was a skilled person. After pondering for a moment, Qin He opened up the profound memory in his mind.

The memory gradually returned to the scene when I went to the principal's office.

Qin He seemed to be the sight of a third party, gradually seeing clearly what was on the principal's desk.

A pen holder, a stack of thick documents, and the bald principal's big nose, and finally a group of anxious parents, and finally saw the principal writing something on the table.

When Qin He saw clearly what he had written, he discovered that he was copying Tang poetry. Finally, he moved his eyes and gradually saw a red phone quietly placed on his left hand side.

(End of this chapter)