Everyone responded differently. Xiaobao knew rationally that this was a good thing, but emotionally, she obviously didn't think going to school was a good job. On the one hand, she was happy, and on the other hand, she was gloating about her elder brother's future, tied himself to a chair and listen to class and do homework like her.

Xiaoyuan was much more careful than her. Even though he was so young when Wei Qian dropped out of school, he really felt the despair and grief that Wei Qian was suppressed, so he looked up at Teacher Li with some hope, and was ecstatic about the out-of-school children looking forward to rescue.

The one who reacted the most was Mrs. Song. Mrs. Song lived longer than the three of them combined, and she had experienced too many things.

She found that when Wei Qian sat in front of Teacher Li, his temperament changed. He seemed gentle, polite and decent, and looked much more steady than his peers. His face was handsome, and his banditry spirit faded, revealing his originally dusty and compelling youth.

A young man of great age, his youth as bright as fire.

A thought flashed through Old Lady Song's heart, and she made a decision immediately, thinking that this kid should go to school.

However, Wei Qian, after hearing Teacher Li's words, he was stunned for a moment. After a while, he chuckled softly without raising his eyelids, and said in a plain way: "Thank you, teacher, but...hehe, I am not born to be willing to go to school, and maybe it is not a material for studying..."

"Are you afraid you don't have money to pay the tuition?" Old Mrs. Song suddenly interrupted him.

Wei Qian lowered his face and glanced at his pig-like comrade. If it weren't for the bad luck in front of Teacher Li, he would dare to throw chopsticks on the spot - crying poor in front of someone else's teacher, what does this mean?

Should we gain sympathy or use other people's love to seek poverty alleviation with shame? There must be certain limits for shamelessness?

But Old Mrs. Song didn't care, she could do anything rolling around on the ground. Face? What's the thing about face? Can it be eaten?

So she once again spoke in front of Teacher Li, "It's okay, go and study. I'm not old yet, I can do it. I guard the intersection, even in the morning and evening, I can sell hundreds of tea eggs a day. Do you think, this can make a lot of money? They are still young, and it's not time to spend money. The primary school school miscellaneous expenses are not much a year. At best, you can pay a little book fee. You can go to read your book with peace of mind, don't worry."

Wei Qian looked at Teacher Li's expression, and while grinding his teeth quietly, he forced a pure and harmless smile to Teacher Li: "No, it's not because of the economics..."

He tried his best to maintain his demeanor as the president of the student union. Old Mrs. Song used this again and interrupted him with a loud voice. She said to Teacher Li with her loud voice, "Teacher, but thank you, you are our benefactor. As long as this kid returns to school to study, I will pay for the tuition. In the future, we can take the college entrance exam. As long as the child has a promising future, he can't delay anything, right? Alas... you said, he can really..."

Teacher Li smiled and held his glasses and said, "Auntie, don't worry, you have been a teacher all your life, without power or power, and you can do such a thing. Unfortunately, a good child, who was very good at the time, and he passed the top ten - right? Wei Qian? I will ask your uncle to do it in two days. After the summer vacation starts, you can directly enter the school. If there is any financial difficulties, you can tell the teacher, at worst, you can return it to the teacher when you grow up and have a promising future."

Old Mrs. Song was overjoyed and almost raised her sleeves and bowed to Teacher Li: "Oh! That's right! Thank you so much! Thank you so much!"

Old Mrs. Song shouted alone and completely occupied the right to speak with an absolute advantage.

Xiaobao only knew how to eat. Wei Zhiyuan looked at this and then that. Finally, he carefully picked up a piece of meat and put it in his elder brother's bowl - he saw that the veins on his elder brother's forehead burst out.

Teacher Li said goodbye after dinner. Wei Qian originally planned to go out and send her a trip. By the way, he thanked the teacher for his kindness and refused to let go of such a ridiculous thing as "rolling back to high school". However, he didn't expect that as soon as he got up, before he could stand up straight, the old and immoral person, Old Mrs. Song, was caught off guard and gave him a trick to pull his vagina.

The eldest brother jumped up like never before in front of his younger brother and sister. He clamped his legs in the humiliating land and hid away like a frightened rabbit. Then the door "bang" closed in front of the three of them. Old Mrs. Song was already chasing out to send Teacher Li out with great speed. His movements were so swift that he didn't look like an old woman who was already seventy-eighty.

After two seconds of silence, Wei Qian roared at Xiaobao: "Is your grandma's old witch looking for death?!"

Xiaobao looked at him confused and innocently, wiped the sweat that had just eaten, and said to him: "Brother, I want to eat a popsicle!"

Wei Qian: "Just be so bad, go wash the dishes!"

Xiaobao had to go to wash the dishes with grievance. Wei Zhiyuan also spoke beside him. He asked with concern: "Brother, does it hurt?"

Wei Qian: “…”

So Wei Qian pointed the cannon fire at him: "Shut up, get out! Go wipe the table!"

Wei Zhiyuan then went to wipe the table. Before wiping the table, he cleverly picked up the bruising and damage ointment that Wei Qian usually used from the bedside table, put it in front of Wei Qian, lowered his head and smiled secretly, and ran away before the storm was about to come and the wind filled the building.

Wei Qian calmed down with anger. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on Xiaoyuan's chair, which usually does homework. The chair was short and his legs were long, so he had to sleep together in a grievance.

Wei Qian's violent heartbeat calmed down. In fact, he knew in his heart that if he really didn't want to go at all, and he really hated school as he said, he wouldn't have taken Teacher Li home for dinner.

No matter how fierce the old lady Song is, she is not as tall as his chest. A young man is really moving. Can Mrs. Song stop him?

That is impossible.

He wanted to go back to school from the bottom of his heart. Although his childhood dream of the laboratory was so broken that it could not be stuck, his education was still something he could not reach.

No matter what kind of education he has, even if he goes to a very broken university in the future, his graduation certificate can be held in his hands so that he can have a starting line that he strives like most people in the world. He does not expect anything else, but just wants to board the train that can drive to the starting line.

It's too hard to chase the wheels on the rails with two legs.

He really just wanted that little bit of hope.

But if he leaves, who will support his family? Who will make a living?

In less than half a year, Wei Qian will be eighteen years old. In the eyes of society, he is already an adult who can support himself. He has hands, feet and strength. No one will sympathize with him because of poverty, and no one will give him relief. People like him will always need more relief in the world than relief funds.

Can the old lady rely on the money from selling tea eggs to pick up rags to study this book? He can't even kill him.

If you take a step back, Teacher Li is a great man and is willing to help him, that is his fortune is enough to catch up. But is Teacher Li obliged to help him take care of his family and secretly subsidize Mazi's mother?

About twenty minutes later, Old Lady Song came back. The moment the door was pushed open, Wei Qian was ready to curse at her.

He originally wanted to say, "You are not my grandma. What kind of green onion is your immortal thing? Do you have the responsibility to me? This is my family, I have the final say. Don't pretend to be garlic in front of me!"

Given that this sentence was long and needed to be completed in one go, Wei Qian had already taken a deep breath. However, when he saw the joy on Old Mrs. Song's face that had not had time to fade away when he saw the joy on Old Mrs. Song's face that was pushed in, he couldn't even say a word.

Old Mrs. Song believes that going to school is an extremely good and extremely honorable thing. In her hometown, the most knowledgeable person she knows is the village party secretary with a junior high school degree in Dongtou.

She was trying to treat him well in a very rude and vulgar way.

Wei Qian finally slowly exhaled the breath that was sucked in, and the ferocity that implicated the internal organs sounded like a sigh.

Wei Qian waved to Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan, and sent them to take a popsicle to the cottage to write their summer homework.

Xiaobao was not happy to do his homework on the first day of summer vacation. Then when he heard his elder brother ask Xiaoyuan to be with her, she immediately forgot about the homework and looked up carefully at Wei Zhiyuan.

Although Wei Zhiyuan had no expression on his face, Wei Qian saw his displeasure, so he aggravated his voice and said, "Go, take whatever you like to eat, be obedient."

Wei Zhiyuan knew that the elder brother and the others had something to say, but he didn't want to hear it, but the house was small and had no choice but to send them to the cottage. So he paused, waved his hand and refused the popsicle that Xiaobao had brought him, turned around and walked into the kitchen, took the kitchen door, and shouted to the outside: "I'll cut the watermelon!"

Xiaobao was extremely disappointed. She waded at the kitchen door with a popsicle for a long time, but was finally turned away by the crooked and unsolid small break. She turned around and returned to her room helplessly, feeling that the creamy little bean ice was not delicious.

Wei Qian sighed this time - his two brothers and sisters looked so deformed, his younger brother was a stubborn donkey who was so arrogant and never looked back, and his younger sister... Alas, let alone, she was simply a unique 25.

How can I live this life if I really leave him?

Wei Qian put his legs down, arched his back, held the chair handle with one hand, and supported the other elbow on his knees, covering half of his face, and said to Mrs. Song in a rare, calm tone: "Do you know how much our school costs a year?"

Old Mrs. Song stretched out four fingers and said, "Your teacher said four hundred a year, we have this money."

Of course, this money was there. When Wei Qian was a thug for Le Xiaodong, Le Xiaodong gave him 1,500 yuan a month and took good cigarettes and alcohol at will. At that time, he had a relatively high income. He had some savings in his hand, and he could indeed get the tuition of 400 yuan, but the tuition was always small, so what about other expenses?

Wei Qian rubbed his fingers. He really wanted to have another cigarette at this time.

"We study... Our original school has very little lunch break at noon and has to go to evening self-study at night, and it is completely closed. It is impossible to stay at school for twelve or three hours a day. It is impossible to work and half-time study. We require three meals a day at school, which can save up to 150 yuan a month. The book fee is also a considerable expense, so let's not forget it for now. At home, you three buy vegetables and meat - yes, I know you can save money at home, but what age are those two kids? When the bones grow together, the meal will definitely not be saved. In addition, the water and electricity bills are good and other messy things. Two hundred a month, you have to live a tight life."

Wei Qian raised his eyes: "Tell me, where do you go for the 350 yuan? Deduct the cost, electricity, water and money, can you make five cents for selling an egg? Do you sell 7,000 tea eggs a month? Do you really think that your egg was laid by a rooster?"

Old Mrs. Song was silent. After a while, she argued without any confidence: "I can sell a lot of people a day, and I can get hundreds..."

"I'll buy you a few hundred eggs." Wei Qian smiled bitterly, and made a long speech in succession. He was a little dry-mouthed. He said to Old Lady Song softly, "Don't be so clever. I don't know what the market is. From morning to night, if you can sell sixty or seventy, the business will be good."

Old Lady Song: "Oh, you know nothing. I can make money by selling rags. I wrap paper, paper boxes... Yes, there are bottles, cans..."

"Even if you can get the three hundred and fifty dollars a month, what if there is something else?" Wei Qian interrupted her, "You are not young anymore. I'm not nice. What if there is a bump in hospital? Do you have medical insurance? Besides, even if I can make do with it, you can make do with it, but what if the two children have some spring outings and sports meetings in school and others buy new clothes and snacks, would you let them do with it? Xiaobao is a girl, and it doesn't matter if she knows nothing now. In a year or two, she will know how beautiful she is. Are you also going to make her head up in front of her classmates in a ragged clothes?"

When Old Mrs. Song heard this, somehow, suddenly her eyes blinked and shed tears without warning.

Wei Qian was right. She knew in her heart that this was the city, not their remote hometown. In her hometown, the fields and family matters, the children of any family are all big in the mud, and no one is more decent than anyone else. There is nothing to say.

But in the city, people are all luxury cars and BMWs, with fragrant clothes and shadows. There is no way out for poverty.

How hard is this child!

And she is just a widowed and lonely old woman, she has no ability, and her biggest skill is to grow vegetables. Unfortunately, this city with steel and concrete can't even find a two-foot-wide vegetable field.

Wei Qian was originally in a panic and confused, but suddenly he found that Old Mrs. Song had shed tears. He didn't say anything for a second or two.

Then, the boy calmed down at an incredible speed. He stood up silently, pulled a roll of toilet paper from the table, tore off a little and handed it to her, and said with the calmness of the real head of the family: "Stop crying, everything I told you is the real thing."

Old Mrs. Song cried even more and more.

Wei Qian let her cry for a while, and finally became impatient: "Old woman, it's almost OK, crying, isn't bad luck? If you have something to say, what's there to cry?"

When Old Mrs. Song heard that he had lost that kind of civilization and dignity again, she spoke rudely with a cute manner, bent down and took off her shoes, and sucked hard at Wei Qian with the soles: "You little bastard! You have no conscience, I will beat you to death! You just want to be a hooligan, don't you? You just want to be a slaughter, don't you? You can kill you!"

Of course, Wei Qian could not have been beaten to death by a sole of his shoe. He was too lazy to hide, so he simply shrank his shoulder and protected his face with his arms and let her vent his anger.

At the same time, he did not intend to accompany her to vent his meaningless emotions. Wei Qian racked his brains to think about his way out in such a chaotic background sound.
Chapter completed!