Although Bei (Meow) Beijing is the capital of New China and the best place, the life of ordinary people in Bei (Meow) Beijing in the 1990s was not particularly good.

The high-density life in old alleys is actually not a quality of life.

Even when I recall the bitterness and sweetness in the future, the only thing worthy of praise is probably the fireworks.

High-density life has brought the relationship between neighbors much closer.

After all, the child can be heard crying on the whole street when this family beats children, and the child can be heard on the whole street when this family makes children.

Wu Hao’s classmate lives in such an environment.

Although he doesn't have much privacy in his life every day, he doesn't know what privacy is.

He was wearing a bright red scarf. He went to school every day when he went to school, and it was already dark after school. It was already very late when he got home.

After all, there is no concept of quality education in this era.

Even elementary school students have to wait until six or seven o'clock in the evening at school every day.

Because school is too early and parents don’t get off work, what if something happens to the child?

Although the social atmosphere has become impetuous day by day, I just think about how to make money and make a lot of money.

However, although teachers who eat public food cannot be said to be good-looking, they are still responsible for most students. Of course, they will only be more responsible for the children of parents who are leading cadres.

"Wu Hao! Have you ever had any questions recently? If it weren't for the teacher," the female teacher in her forties began to ask Wu Hao about her well-being today.

Wu Hao does have many questions that are not very good at, but he is not so naive that the teacher really said it, and he really asks it.

He said honestly, "Teacher, I will bring charcoal tomorrow!"

"Wu Hao is so awesome!" Hearing the words charcoal, the teacher's eyes were simply shining.

Usually, this snobbish teacher always puts some color on children like Wu Hao who do some small business at home.

He always said to them, "What's the use of studying? You'll sell things in the future! Just know how to add and subtract and arithmetic! Look, Xiao Ming's father is the director, and he will also be the director in the future! Only like this is suitable for studying, and his academic performance is good. Look at you! It's over! Wasted!"

And if the teacher wants to use and eat, he will give a different expression to the children who open a shop at home.

Every time the teacher treats Wu Hao like this, Wu Hao knows that the teacher must have eaten mutton hotpot again.

The best season for eating mutton hotpot is in winter. Although it is now early spring, it is still cold. It seems that eating tender mutton just made it hot with steaming copper pot seems to be the happiest thing in the world.

Seeing that Wu Hao was so awesome, the teacher walked away with a smile.

There is basically no smart child who does small business, so she doesn’t want to teach him!

As for why they are asked to eat charcoal?

If you have money these days, you can’t guarantee that you can buy things. You will get rich every day, but there is no real food that can be eaten and used, which makes people feel at ease.

Wu Hao actually had times when he wanted to study hard.

It’s a pity that his family lives in a cramped small room.

He could hear clearly when he turned over a little, let alone talk and chat.

In this situation where you have never been quiet, if you want to study hard, it is basically an idiom "dream".

I heard that Xiao Ming’s uncle was a professor in college. When he was not in school, many senior intellectuals taught him how to study. It would be strange if his grades were not good!

However, the young Wu Hao didn't want to complain.

In real life, there are not too many bad things for him.

If he had complained about everything, he might have committed suicide many times.

I heard that some adults are talking about depression recently.

He also said that depression is just a pretentious thing, just a meal.

Wu Hao doesn't want to suffer from depression. Although this name sounds quite fun, he doesn't want to be beaten.

Thinking about the bruises that had not yet dissipated from my body when I was beaten last time, and my father felt sorry for the broken belt, he didn't want to be beaten again.

This is how life is, it always makes people unbearable and they don’t even want to live.

However, in the past few months, Wu Hao has fallen in love with something.

This kind of thing is not a human, but an electronic game.

It was like the famous poem that the poet Browning once said, "He looked at it, and he looked back and smiled, and life suddenly woke up."

This feeling of love at first sight is an experience that Wu Hao has never had in his ten years of life.

He wanted to contact it for a second more every day, and wanted to spend a while with it.

Unfortunately, this was a luxury for him.

Even when I really saw it, I just looked at it from a distance. As for touching the graceful handle with my own hands, it was a luxury for him.

He didn't care how many people had pressed the handle, whether it was tight or loose.

All he cares about is that he can touch it with his own hands.

pity……

This obsession with electronic games has even gradually evolved into an obsession.

He didn't even know why he was obsessed with video games.

However, the luckiest thing recently was that I opened a gaming computer room near my home.

Although he couldn't afford to play a few dollars a hour, he could watch it all day while resting, which made him very satisfied.

During the watching process, he also gained some understanding of video games.

I have a better understanding of the wonderful world that does not belong to the real world.

He even had a thought, which was to live with video games.

He wanted to write a love letter to the video game, but unfortunately his bad handwritten fonts and messy vocabulary made the love letter look very dissatisfied.

The only thing that is thankful is that the school has issued a lot of notebooks and cannot be used up at all.

When he was at home, he could write various stories casually on it even if he was quarrel around him.

Just when he fantasized about becoming a character in the game, and when he was writing on paper, he found that all the noise had disappeared.

It feels so beautiful and wonderful to immerse yourself in your own world.

He even felt that even if he couldn't play games, living in the stories he wrote was a very happy thing.

When school comes, it seems that the stars are hanging in the sky.

When I got home, I heard the sound of mahjong, "Dad, the teacher cares about me today."

"I understand." said the father who took a break from his busy schedule to play a plate of mahjong.

His fingers were thick and dark, and he looked like he worked all year round.

The noise was disturbing, and Wu Hao could not learn and learn, so he had to continue writing the story that he had not finished yesterday.
Chapter completed!