life in a hurry

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good,..."

In the private school in the suburbs of Beijing, the old gentleman shook his head, the children spoke loudly, but there were also urchins who looked out the window at the birds flying past.

Suddenly, the urchin shouted: "Sir, someone is hiding there!"

The children all looked over, and there was clearly nothing on the window sill.

The old man walked to the door, frowned and looked at the child hiding under the windowsill: "Which family are you from?"

The child looked at him hesitantly, timidly.

The old man was taken aback.

This child - was born too good-looking, and was still young, so there was a charming look between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Can I listen to your class?" The child clutched the corner of his clothes, bit his lip, and whispered, "I won't delay you, just listen outside."

The old gentleman was a little confused.

He has seen some children from poor families, but this child's clothes are made of good materials, not like poor families - but they are not.He looked carefully at the clothes on the child again, and he always felt that the patterns on the clothes were not like those commonly used by children, but seemed to be found on women's clothes.

"It's good that you are eager to learn." The old gentleman said kindly, "Where is your home?"

The child stopped talking and just looked at him with a pair of eyes, which was very pitiful.

The old gentleman was about to speak again, when the child said, "My name is Fu Nansheng. My family is poor and I have no father. My mother won't let me study."

The old gentleman pondered for a moment, then sighed: "It's good if you want to learn."

Fu Nansheng looked at him flatteringly: "Then can I continue to listen here?"

"Come in," said the old gentleman.

After sunset, when the lights came on, Fu Nansheng hurriedly walked around the back alley of Huajie with his head down, and walked towards his "home".His home is a brothel, and he has lived with his mother in the brothel since he was born.

At this time, Huajie was crowded with customers, and Fu Nansheng met many people when he entered through the back door.

Most of these people knew him, and when they saw him, they smiled and teased him: "Xiao Nansheng has grown taller again?"

"More beautiful, prettier than your mother."

"Don't say it, it looks too much like his mother."

"Prettier than his mother."

"Come here, Nan Sheng."

Fu Nansheng leaned against the wall, with a sullen face, and lowered his head not to look at the client in front of him.

The other party didn't make things difficult for him, so he stuffed a few copper coins into his hand and said, "Buy candied haws and eat."

Fu Nansheng felt that these copper coins were hot, and he didn't want to take them. He wanted to throw them on the ground. He thought the money was dirty.

These people in front of me are clients and prostitutes, clients are dirty, and clients' money is also dirty.

But he dared not throw away the money.

The last time he threw it away and angered the guest, the guest kicked him without mentioning it, and when his mother found out about it, she beat and scolded him.

"You think the client's money is dirty, don't you? I rely on them to give you the money to support you! Don't eat if you want to! Get out!"

When his mother said that, Fu Nansheng was scared.

He has no other place to go, he only has his mother, if his mother doesn't want him, he doesn't know where he can go.

He didn't dare to think the money was dirty.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the client who bought candied haws for him for copper coins pinched his face and stopped teasing him.

Only then was Fu Nansheng able to escape, and quickly ran towards his mother's wing like a ghost.

He ran outside the wing room, but was grabbed by the collar from behind. He looked back and called out: "Mother."

It's the old bustard in the brothel, who doesn't treat Fu Nansheng very well, but he's not bad either. He just said, "Your mother has something to do, there are many customers today, so hurry up and fight in the hall, and you can ask for a few more rewards. "

Fu Nansheng didn't want to go, he hated this place, but he had to go.

Although Fu Nansheng is small, he does things unambiguously. He can pour tea and water, and clean the floor.Regular customers who often come and go here also know him well, like him for being beautiful, and are happy to give him money.

I am different from them, I am a servant, not a prostitute.Fu Nansheng told himself this in his heart.

After working all night, Fu Nansheng really got a lot of rewards. He saw that there were no guests in his mother's room, so he went back: "Mother."

His mother glanced at him and said nothing.

Fu Nansheng obediently put all the reward money he got on the table.

His mother still didn't speak.

"I'll go to the water room to wash." Fu Nansheng said and went out again.

Instead of going to the water room, he went to the firewood room, closed the door, took out a small package from the hole in the corner, opened it, and found many candle stubs, old brushes and used rice paper inside.Fu Nansheng picked them up.There are also a lot of arty in brothels. Those who call themselves literati and elegant clients and prostitutes use these for fun, and of course throw them away when they are used up, and Fu Nansheng secretly picks them up.

His mother wouldn't let him learn, saying that it's not a good thing to learn too much, and he has a big heart if he learns too much, but he is a cheap person, and the bigger the heart, the more uncomfortable life will be.

Fu Nansheng didn't want to be a lowly student all his life. He wanted to take his mother and leave here. He wanted to study and take the No. [-] exam.

His mother only sneered when she heard it at first, but then she stopped laughing and just told him that a lowly status will always be a lowly status, and even if he leaves his status, others will always look at him through the eyes of a lowly status.

Fu Nansheng didn't believe what she said.

Fu Nansheng stitched the candle ends together, lit them and put them in a broken bowl. He lay down on the ground, carefully spread out the rice paper, picked up a brush, licked it, and wrote on the paper.

Today the teacher taught him some words.

The master praised him for his wisdom, saying that other children did not learn as fast as him, and that in time, he would be the number one scholar.

Fu Nansheng's heart almost fluttered.

After studying hard in a private school for several hours, and then running up and down Huajie to be a servant when he came back, Fu Nansheng was already tired. He lay down on the ground and wrote for a while under the faint candlelight, his little head kept pointing down.He rubbed his face and continued to practice writing, but as he wrote, the words in front of him became more and more erratic.

Finally, Fu Nansheng fell asleep.

But he had a very good dream. He dreamed that he was riding a tall horse and became the number one scholar. Everyone looked up at him with only reverence in their eyes.

Fu Nansheng was waking up.

The one who beat him was Mr. Gui from the brothel. Seeing him waking up, he kicked him again, twisted his ears and cursed: "You are a fucking loser!"

After scolding, he pushed Fu Nansheng aside, "Hide, don't come out!"

After speaking, he and others went to fight the fire.

The fire in the firewood room was not big, and it was quickly extinguished. It was just a false alarm, but it also alarmed the old bustard.

The old bustard scolded, "Who did it?"

Mr. Turtle also scolded: "Who the hell did you get caught, I—"

Fu Nansheng hid in the corner and dared not speak.

Those brushes and rice paper were naturally burned in the firewood room, and the matter was left alone, but Fu Nansheng's mother discovered the clue: "Are you full and set fire?"

Fu Nansheng whispered: "I didn't mean it, I—" He didn't dare to say that he was practicing calligraphy.

But his mother guessed it: "You didn't set the fire on purpose, what are you doing there? Are you hiding and reading again? My mother tore your book, and you bought it again?"

As she spoke, she dragged Fu Nansheng over, regardless of whether he was in pain, searched him, and asked, "Where are the books? As I said, if you have one, I'll tear one up for you!"

Fu Nansheng didn't dare to resist, he only dared to whisper, "No."

Fu Nansheng went to the private school the next day. He went very early, and the other children hadn't come yet.

Huajie closed its doors during the day, and Fu Nansheng's mother didn't care about him when she slept, so he came here early, trying to sweep the floor of the private school and win the favor of the old man.

But he came at an unfortunate time and heard the old gentleman arguing with someone.

Fu Nansheng stood outside the door and listened for a while. It seemed that the old man was arguing with his son. His son asked the old man for money, but the old man refused to give it.

This is the old man's housework, so Fu Nansheng continued to stand outside the door and wait.

The two quarreled for a long time, and the old man's son rushed out the door angrily, as if he was going to leave, but when he saw Fu Nansheng, he couldn't help being startled, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Fu Nansheng was startled when he saw him, and then his face turned pale.

This man was the client who gave him money to buy candied haws.

The old man chased him out as if he was going to continue to reprimand his son, and when he saw Fu Nansheng, he stopped talking: "You came so early? Let's go and write the words we learned yesterday."

Fu Nansheng nodded, then hurriedly turned and walked towards the school.

The old man's son asked behind him, "Is he also your student?"

The old gentleman snorted coldly: "This kid is poor but has the desire to learn, you—"

"If I want to marry a prostitute, you will drive me out of the house. Is his mother still a prostitute? You will accept him as a student?"

Fu Nansheng: "..."

He stopped there, turned his head, looked at the old man in fear, and mumbled, "I, I don't...not...don't drive me away, okay?"

When Fu Nansheng returned to the brothel, his face was very ugly. Someone teased him along the way, but he didn't look sideways and didn't say a word.

Going back to the door of his mother's room, she pushed the door, but it couldn't be opened.

In the past, he would go to other places, but today, he just wanted to push the door open. If he couldn't push it open, he kicked it, beat it, and screamed.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

……

Why is this door not open? !

Why is the door closed? !

Why close the door to him? !