C1 The Bitter End Came

I remember the first day of school, my father rode my bike to school, in the street saw my mother in a man's Santana sedan.

My father rode the bike for two miles until he couldn't even see the back of the car before he stopped.

He squatted on the street and smoked the whole pack of cigarettes. Then he took all the money out of his pocket and hailed a taxi to take me to school.

Since then, he had disappeared.

After my dad disappeared, my mom persevered for a year. In my sophomore year, she sold everything she had, then called Uncle Qiao, who was hanging around on the street, home. She forced the money and me into Uncle Qiao's hands and left without looking back.

Ever since then, Uncle Qiao and I have been living together.

Uncle Qiao is my grandpa's foster son, an old bachelor who had been hanging out on the street all those years. Smoking and drinking and fighting and everything, but not taking care of people. When the money my mother had left was gone, the two of us began to live in misery.

Basically, it's just steamed buns and pickled vegetables.

Because of my parents, I became very sensitive, had a weird temper, and didn't like to talk. Plus, I was dark, and I didn't have any friends in class. And when I go back home and face Uncle Qiao, he's either drunk or beaten up and lost. In short, he has a bad temper and often doesn't like me, so it's just a beating.

This situation continued until the end of the third semester.

That day, Uncle Qiao had experienced something unknown, so he came home in a trance and fell seriously ill. I invited him to my house for a week and busied myself with taking care of him.

Uncle Qiao had a high fever. It only subsided three days later.

After that day, Uncle Qiao was like a different person. He had broken off all ties with his friends on the streets and stopped drinking or fighting. He found a job in a garage and became a student.

After that, he stopped hitting me.

But my character has already formed. No matter how good his life was after that, or how uncommunicative and transparent he was, he still went to and fro school.

During my senior year of high school, a female classmate of ours, Xu Nuo, had been transferred from a big city. She was young and beautiful. She wore fashionable clothes. The most important part was that her figure was especially seductive. She liked to wear the knee-length skirt that only appeared on television.

I, who was in the hormone production phase, couldn't help but have some thoughts about her. For a long time, she appeared in my dreams. Her voice was soft and soft.

I often dream in the middle of the night and whisper her name in my mind.

Xu Nuo Xu Nuo, I'll let you have a word with me.

But I never had a chance to talk to her in school, except in my dreams. Only on the day of the college entrance examination when I filled in my aspiration form did I, under the pretext of graduation madness and boldness, fill in my class and place my carefully prepared class on her desk.

At that time, her writing desk was already filled with student records. And she was frank and generous, leaving her contact details and parting wishes in every class.

Mine, of course, is no exception.

"Pei Shuo, may we meet again when we are no longer young. At that time, you won't be able to remember my name. I forgot your surname, but I can still tacitly say to each other, 'Long time no see, I really miss you'. "

At that time, I was completely dumbfounded. Looking at the huge "Pei Shuo" in my classmate book, I anxiously said, "I wrote it wrong. It's not Pei Shuo. "

My name is not Pei Shuo.

"Sorry, I recognized the wrong person." As she said that, she turned 'Pei Shuo' into a black blob and then returned it to me, "What's your name? Fill it in yourself."

What is this? A check?

Looking at that glaring black mass, I fell completely silent.

In fact, I knew that she had written the same sentence in her class book for all of them. No one had ever been an exception.

As for the contact number, it turned out to be an empty number after a long time.

But this black blob is my only one.

She doesn't even know my name.

After the college entrance examination results came out, I unsurprisingly failed the results.

At this moment, Uncle Qiao had gone from a student at the garage to a garage owner. Knowing that I had failed the exam, he patted me on the shoulder and asked if I wanted to learn to repair cars with him.

I was young and vigorous, hot-blooded and unafraid of tigers. He always felt that he was the gold that would shine sooner or later. Thus, she resolutely rejected him and set foot on the road to the north.

At that time, the capital had just begun to develop rapidly, but nothing was easy to do. When I first came here, I knew nothing. I was desperate, and I was fooled by the silly agent into becoming a factory dog. Every day on the assembly line, mechanical repetition of boring work.

Day after day, year after year.

Xu Nuo would still appear in my dreams, but it would only grow fainter and fainter and further away. Only those words would echo in my mind from time to time.

There were unpredictable clouds in the sky.

I clearly remember, it was a summer night, I was on night duty, on my way home, passing a small forest, I heard a faint cry for help from the forest.

With some curiosity, I walked into the woods.

He saw a man pressing down on a woman and making a move on her.

Students who had just left school still simply believed in the beauty of society in their minds. There was no room for sand or filth in his eyes.

I felt a surge of anger in my chest, then directed me to rush forward, grabbed a brick, and knocked the man to the ground.

I took it too hard because I was too nervous. The man fell flat on the ground, as if he had lost his breath.

However, the bullied woman was saved. First she thanked me, then she took a sniff of the man's breath and said, Bad, dead. What should he do?

When I heard that, I was also stunned. My hands and feet were ice-cold, and I didn't know what to do.

The woman took a wad of money and a watch out of her bag and said run. The further he ran, the better. In the future, he would never come back to this city again.

In the night, when I couldn't see her face clearly, I just took the money and watch and stumbled away.

My career as a drifter ended in such a hurry.

I returned to my hometown in the small town.

Uncle Qiao was surprised and curious about my return. He asked me a few times, but I just ignored him. I didn't tell anyone about this, and it became a secret in my heart.

I don't want Uncle Qiao to know that I'm a fugitive.

Of course, I never thought about whether I had beaten that person to death.

Ever since that time, I've never had the guts to go out. Ye Zichen honestly followed Uncle Qiao and worked in the garage.

At that time, it just happened that the country was developing at a high speed. The auto industry was also developing rapidly. All kinds of car companies were springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain. Uncle Qiao's car repair factory became bigger and bigger, and the scope of his research became wider and wider. From the initial car repair, to the part-time job where he sold used cars, to the end, he directly set up a car sales factory.

Uncle Qiao's identity also rose along with it, becoming a successful entrepreneur in the county. I heard he even evaluated some top ten outstanding youths.

Our uncle and nephew are getting better and better.

However, my introverted character has not changed. Even if I am actually another major shareholder in the factory and have a stake in it that is not inferior to Uncle Qiao's, I have never actively participated in the expansion and development of the factory. As usual, I have nothing to do but work as a car repairman.

Because the factory is no longer open for repair, my garage is opening less and less. I was the only worker in the whole department. I had nothing to do but eat and wait for death.

Gradually, as the only employee of the garage, I became what others called an "old employee", known as the factory's "old age department". As more and more personnel came, the number of people who knew my identity became fewer and fewer.

Most of the time I stayed in my garage, studying the cars and making modifications without doing anything else. Occasionally, when he left the factory, he would go for a test run. Sometimes Uncle Qiao can see the anger, will also drag me to meet the client with him, experience upsurge.

But most of the time, I was still a stuffy guy who couldn't hit a fart with half a stick.

Xu Nuo's name became fainter and fainter.

Just when I was about to forget her, she appeared in front of me again!

That day, when I came back from my test run, I passed a figure leaving the gatehouse.

Xu Nuo lowered her head and didn't notice me. However, the moment I saw her, I just stood there stupidly. I kept watching her figure until she disappeared into the end of the street.

With just a glance, I am 100% sure that this long-haired, slender woman with lowered eyebrows is the beautiful girl who transferred here, our class' 'beauties', Xu Nuo.

A figure that has been hidden in your mind for more than five years. When she appears in front of you, believe me, you will recognize her as ashes.

However, it was not certain that they would be able to recognize you.

I vaguely remember that during the half a year that Xu Nuo transferred to another school, those who could talk to her in the entire class were all well-dressed and studious students. A transparent black swan like me wasn't even qualified to sit beside her.

Besides, my living conditions have improved over the years, and I'm no longer as swarthy and unsightly as I used to be.

It's just that I'm a little curious, isn't Xu Nuo from some big city? Why would she come back to our small county?

After casually chatting with the guard at the door, he found out that Xu Nuo was looking for a job.

I didn't think too much about it. The factory is now thriving under Uncle Qiao's management, and when it runs its own set of systems, Xu Nuo's interview is definitely lacking in some aspects.

However, Xu Nuo's appearance seemed to have opened up my long sealed past. For a few days, I tossed and turned. In the end, I really can't bear the questions in my heart, I and the class "honk" Wang Shu made a phone call.

There was always one such person in each class. This type of person was extremely well-informed and good at socializing with others. They were able to communicate with everyone in the class and became "friends".

Wang Shu is such a person, and I was in high school for three years, the only person who did not take me as a "transparent person".

Wang Shu doesn't know why Xu Nuo came back to our small town, but he told me another piece of news.

He said that this year is Teacher Zhou's 50th birthday. On August 15th, he will treat me at the Yongle Hotel in the county city, asking if I want to go over.

I didn't want to go at first, but Xu Nuo's figure flashed through my mind, and I just agreed to it.

After hanging up the phone, I looked at my treasured classmate book in a daze.

Looking at that black blob, and then thinking about my current self, I clenched my fists.

This time, I will definitely stand in front of Xu Nuo and tell her loudly, "My name is Chen Qian, not Pei Shuo."