Chapter 1002: Warm Autumn (29)

Pink Rose Love: Warm Autumn (Waru Alan)

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Xiaomei has never been in the same class as me, or even in the same school, we met at the county's primary and secondary school sports meeting, and we have been writing to keep in touch. We don't see each other once or twice a semester, but we are confidants. She said I shouldn't run 800 meters and 1500 meters, and said that I wanted to be amazing in the 100 meters, and that I should go to the national races.

But at that sports meeting, when many sports schools came to select seedlings, the physical education teacher first asked me to go high jump, then throw a grenade, and on the day I ran 800 meters, I also changed into a pair of running shoes that weighed as much lead, so that I was less than 12 years old to participate in the youth competition. This completes the three competitions that are stipulated to be limited to each person.

I still don't understand whether it was my parents' idea, or if it was really like what the teacher said: you are so smart that you don't need to suffer.

When I went to Chengdu to study in the pre-university high school class, I participated in the school's track and field training, and the teacher said that I would soon be able to run 12 seconds to participate in the University Games and win a prize. I secretly felt that Xiaomei was the one who really cared about me.

At that time, my family was also transferred to the county seat, and when I went back during the holidays, I mostly played with Xiaomei. The main thing is to go to her house to read, to be exact, her relatives' house. She borrowed money from her aunt's house and helped with housework after school. "I didn't expect you to read a book faster than you can run," she said. ”

My mother was raided in the Wenqi Martial Guard, and later when her collection of books was sent back, they all became Mao Xuan and "Sunny Days", so she rarely bought books anymore, and even the bookcases were canceled. At home, I only ordered "Juvenile Literature and Art" and "Popular Movies", and I usually buy a few comic books every month. After reading it, I put it in a cardboard box and pushed it under the bed, and gave it to the students in the countryside to take home during the holidays. I only read books after dinner and when my mother went to someone's house before dark, and I sat with a book and read it quickly. Maybe that's training.

My mother said that the books I brought back after graduating from college are still under the bed, and my father has to take them out to dry every year, which has been 20 years. When my second brother sold my house, he gave my books and clothes to my parents, including furniture.

For so many years, I haven't remembered what I can't give up in my office drawers and at home.

I've received some letters, and then there are books and snacks, and only one person in my memory has sent a makeup box, the kind with a lot of colorful lattices in a box, I feel very uncomfortable and confiscate, and the only thing I am confident in is that I don't wear makeup and are very photogenic.

Now my husband has given a lot of gifts, and it is estimated that there are more than those who have had ten lovers. However, I can still leave a qiē behind and go to the place I yearn for, and I will never miss the material enjoyment. After all, people live by faith. When all thoughts are lost, even if you have a lot of wealth, you can't keep the heart to get rid of the red dust.

In the past, I only had my mind longing for freedom, my body lazily sinking into the sofa, reading books, newspapers and watching TV, but now, my body and mind are yearning for freedom.

I remember that year, after the abortion was removed, the doctor issued a two-week sick note, and I took the train just after 14 days. This time, when it was two weeks old, I put my hand under the faucet and tried it, and sure enough, I didn't feel the chill biting. So I immediately called and emailed to make an appointment for a visit. The first step in the struggle for freedom is to leave your husband and son for a night without any reason.