Chapter 311 Extra Story · He Shen ([-])
"Yesterday at three o'clock in the afternoon, a naked female corpse was found at the Qingyuan Milk Tea Shop next to the University at the intersection of West Road and Fourth Ring Road, Changming District, Changming District. After investigating the scene, the Law Enforcement Department initially suspected that extremists did it..."
The hot weather makes people breathless, and the buzzing voice of the news host on the TV ignites all the heat and boredom in my heart.
The middle-aged man sat on the inferior leather sofa and watched the host in the news. His face gradually showed a sense of sarcasm and a sense of superiority. His half-lost hair exposed a round and smooth forehead, like a newborn baby. Ridiculously ridiculous.
"After closing this shabby store, is it still necessary to keep it open like this? Do you have too much money and nowhere to put it? Sell it quickly while your facade is still worth a few dollars."
It's hard to imagine that such a harsh tone came from a man's mouth, but He Shen has long been accustomed to it, and he looks a little wretched with his back bent.
"I went to see it. Your aunt has a good factory. The working hours are a bit longer, but five or six thousand a month, and the salary is twice your current salary. It is much more promising than opening a broken shop. .”
"Come and visit the factory with me tomorrow, and confirm the work."
His throat was hot, dry and bitter, and the corners of He Shen's mouth were slightly lifted, and the word squeezed out from the crack of his lips seemed to have exhausted his whole life's energy.
"it is good."
"Don't be reluctant, it's all for your own good, don't look at you are 20 years old, have you saved a dollar yet? When people are your age, they have bought a house, a car, and a girlfriend Three or four, look at you again, you haven't even touched a girl's hand, is it embarrassing to say go out?"
"Do you think you are still in school? Just reach out and ask me for money? Did I not give you a chance when I asked you to study hard and you didn't study? It was because you read novels and played games while you were studying. You didn’t get into college, and now you run to open a milk tea shop in front of other people’s colleges, and you don’t have to be ashamed if people ask about it!”
"Don't put a face on me here, won't you eat tonight? You've been silent all day, no wonder no one likes you..."
He Shen's back bent further under the middle-aged man's chatter, he moved slowly like an aging machine, and his eyes were already scarlet when he entered the kitchen.
He hated that man outside, that selfish and selfish man was none other than his father!
Unlike other fathers, his father never left a positive image in his mind. Even when he closed his eyes and thought of the word "father", all he had in his mind was the ugly face of that man. He hated that man. A man, but sometimes I can't hate him, because that's his father, his father, he has the blood in that man's body.
But the distaste for the man was undeniable.
He doesn't want to bring up the old things again, the reality is hard to if that man supports him a little bit, he doesn't have to hate it deeply, and feel suffocated when he breathes the same air as the other person.
There is only a curtain between the kitchen and the living room. In front of the gas stove is a hand-hewn iron window, like a prison. soot.
He Shen skillfully put the green vegetables into the pot, watching the green vegetables being fried until yellow before adding salt, his every move seemed to be programmed to be numb and perfunctory.
There is no air-conditioning at home, only an old electric fan is placed in the small room that is used as a bedroom and a living dryness caused by the "click" sound every time the fan turns and the heat from the hot shaft make people feel more irritable.
The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and watched the news channel with a happy expression, while the fan lingered on the sidelines.
He Shen took the fried food and put it on the low coffee table. He glanced at the man who was watching the news intently, then lowered his head, as if there was some kind of scourge over there.
The place where they live is simple and remote, but it is only one or two minutes from here to the place where the men go to is remote but there are many factories house is a rough house rented by a man, and the monthly rent plus utility bills is only more than 2 yuan.
When we moved here, there wasn’t even a bed, let alone a washing machine, the man brought the TV, and a desktop computer that the man bought later, and the man never let others touch that computer.
If the salary of a poor man is more than 1 yuan a month, the house in his hometown is built four stories high in the town, and the car worth [-] to [-] yuan is also never cares about money for his own man, but he is unwilling to pay a penny for men other than himself, even his sons and daughters.
He Shen doesn't live with men.
After placing the food, He Shen took the small wooden stool and sat down, suppressing the disgust in his voice, and forced himself to raise his voice: "Dad, it's time to eat."
"Oh, let's eat." The man responded flatly, staring at the TV for another 2 minutes before getting up.
A man only needs to turn on the TV to watch the news every day. If he says that he cares more about the facts, he doesn't care at all. He just watches the fun and who is unlucky, see who makes a joke.
Men usually speak little or even reticent outside.
He Shen really couldn't find any merits from his father. The only thing to be grateful for was that the man let his mother give birth to him, and chose to raise him instead of strangling him when he was these kinds of kindness made him have no position and reason to resent men, and he had to spend his whole life to repay this kindness of upbringing.
Many times he would rather he had never been born.
The father and son who had a meal did not have any verbal communication. As soon as the chopsticks were put down, the man continued to sit in front of the TV. He Shen packed the dishes and went to the kitchen to clean between father and son becomes routine.
After washing the dishes, He Shen said hello and left the man's rental house. The man didn't ask anything to keep him, but he just told him to remember to go to the factory tomorrow to have a look.
There was a scorching sun above the door, and the concrete road under his feet could feel the scorching heat through his shoes, but He Shen was relieved to see an oasis like a dying person in the desert.
He Shen is used to it when he finds out the mobile phone his mother bought for him when he was a freshman in high school four or five years ago, and he has to wait three to four minutes to enter the music software.
It is now 45:[-] noon, and it takes about two hours to get to Zhenda by bus. When he arrives, most of the students are in class and there will be no thinking about it, He Shen finally chose to go to the city. He still had a lot of things in the store to prepare.
He took out the earphones and put them on, listening to the melody coming from the earphones, his heart that had just died down rekindled his fighting spirit.
Unlike most young people nowadays, what He Shen listens to are some ancient songs, and he especially loves the bloody frontier battle songs. Like this, he can shorten the distance between him and those heroic souls who died in battle.
I am willing to wield my sword as my life, and I will be my home everywhere in the world.
I would like to ride a horse and ride mountains and rivers, and the thousand autumns will be broken and black and white will be high-spirited...
Those few remaining hobbies are probably the only consolation He Shen left for himself after leaving school.
(End of this chapter)
"Yesterday at three o'clock in the afternoon, a naked female corpse was found at the Qingyuan Milk Tea Shop next to the University at the intersection of West Road and Fourth Ring Road, Changming District, Changming District. After investigating the scene, the Law Enforcement Department initially suspected that extremists did it..."
The hot weather makes people breathless, and the buzzing voice of the news host on the TV ignites all the heat and boredom in my heart.
The middle-aged man sat on the inferior leather sofa and watched the host in the news. His face gradually showed a sense of sarcasm and a sense of superiority. His half-lost hair exposed a round and smooth forehead, like a newborn baby. Ridiculously ridiculous.
"After closing this shabby store, is it still necessary to keep it open like this? Do you have too much money and nowhere to put it? Sell it quickly while your facade is still worth a few dollars."
It's hard to imagine that such a harsh tone came from a man's mouth, but He Shen has long been accustomed to it, and he looks a little wretched with his back bent.
"I went to see it. Your aunt has a good factory. The working hours are a bit longer, but five or six thousand a month, and the salary is twice your current salary. It is much more promising than opening a broken shop. .”
"Come and visit the factory with me tomorrow, and confirm the work."
His throat was hot, dry and bitter, and the corners of He Shen's mouth were slightly lifted, and the word squeezed out from the crack of his lips seemed to have exhausted his whole life's energy.
"it is good."
"Don't be reluctant, it's all for your own good, don't look at you are 20 years old, have you saved a dollar yet? When people are your age, they have bought a house, a car, and a girlfriend Three or four, look at you again, you haven't even touched a girl's hand, is it embarrassing to say go out?"
"Do you think you are still in school? Just reach out and ask me for money? Did I not give you a chance when I asked you to study hard and you didn't study? It was because you read novels and played games while you were studying. You didn’t get into college, and now you run to open a milk tea shop in front of other people’s colleges, and you don’t have to be ashamed if people ask about it!”
"Don't put a face on me here, won't you eat tonight? You've been silent all day, no wonder no one likes you..."
He Shen's back bent further under the middle-aged man's chatter, he moved slowly like an aging machine, and his eyes were already scarlet when he entered the kitchen.
He hated that man outside, that selfish and selfish man was none other than his father!
Unlike other fathers, his father never left a positive image in his mind. Even when he closed his eyes and thought of the word "father", all he had in his mind was the ugly face of that man. He hated that man. A man, but sometimes I can't hate him, because that's his father, his father, he has the blood in that man's body.
But the distaste for the man was undeniable.
He doesn't want to bring up the old things again, the reality is hard to if that man supports him a little bit, he doesn't have to hate it deeply, and feel suffocated when he breathes the same air as the other person.
There is only a curtain between the kitchen and the living room. In front of the gas stove is a hand-hewn iron window, like a prison. soot.
He Shen skillfully put the green vegetables into the pot, watching the green vegetables being fried until yellow before adding salt, his every move seemed to be programmed to be numb and perfunctory.
There is no air-conditioning at home, only an old electric fan is placed in the small room that is used as a bedroom and a living dryness caused by the "click" sound every time the fan turns and the heat from the hot shaft make people feel more irritable.
The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and watched the news channel with a happy expression, while the fan lingered on the sidelines.
He Shen took the fried food and put it on the low coffee table. He glanced at the man who was watching the news intently, then lowered his head, as if there was some kind of scourge over there.
The place where they live is simple and remote, but it is only one or two minutes from here to the place where the men go to is remote but there are many factories house is a rough house rented by a man, and the monthly rent plus utility bills is only more than 2 yuan.
When we moved here, there wasn’t even a bed, let alone a washing machine, the man brought the TV, and a desktop computer that the man bought later, and the man never let others touch that computer.
If the salary of a poor man is more than 1 yuan a month, the house in his hometown is built four stories high in the town, and the car worth [-] to [-] yuan is also never cares about money for his own man, but he is unwilling to pay a penny for men other than himself, even his sons and daughters.
He Shen doesn't live with men.
After placing the food, He Shen took the small wooden stool and sat down, suppressing the disgust in his voice, and forced himself to raise his voice: "Dad, it's time to eat."
"Oh, let's eat." The man responded flatly, staring at the TV for another 2 minutes before getting up.
A man only needs to turn on the TV to watch the news every day. If he says that he cares more about the facts, he doesn't care at all. He just watches the fun and who is unlucky, see who makes a joke.
Men usually speak little or even reticent outside.
He Shen really couldn't find any merits from his father. The only thing to be grateful for was that the man let his mother give birth to him, and chose to raise him instead of strangling him when he was these kinds of kindness made him have no position and reason to resent men, and he had to spend his whole life to repay this kindness of upbringing.
Many times he would rather he had never been born.
The father and son who had a meal did not have any verbal communication. As soon as the chopsticks were put down, the man continued to sit in front of the TV. He Shen packed the dishes and went to the kitchen to clean between father and son becomes routine.
After washing the dishes, He Shen said hello and left the man's rental house. The man didn't ask anything to keep him, but he just told him to remember to go to the factory tomorrow to have a look.
There was a scorching sun above the door, and the concrete road under his feet could feel the scorching heat through his shoes, but He Shen was relieved to see an oasis like a dying person in the desert.
He Shen is used to it when he finds out the mobile phone his mother bought for him when he was a freshman in high school four or five years ago, and he has to wait three to four minutes to enter the music software.
It is now 45:[-] noon, and it takes about two hours to get to Zhenda by bus. When he arrives, most of the students are in class and there will be no thinking about it, He Shen finally chose to go to the city. He still had a lot of things in the store to prepare.
He took out the earphones and put them on, listening to the melody coming from the earphones, his heart that had just died down rekindled his fighting spirit.
Unlike most young people nowadays, what He Shen listens to are some ancient songs, and he especially loves the bloody frontier battle songs. Like this, he can shorten the distance between him and those heroic souls who died in battle.
I am willing to wield my sword as my life, and I will be my home everywhere in the world.
I would like to ride a horse and ride mountains and rivers, and the thousand autumns will be broken and black and white will be high-spirited...
Those few remaining hobbies are probably the only consolation He Shen left for himself after leaving school.
(End of this chapter)
