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Facing the mining machines in the room, Mr. Zhang didn't know what to do. He remembered that the person said to him 10 minutes ago: "You are responsible for watching the night!"

Optimistic?How is it considered good?Is it responsible for not losing it, or is it responsible for their normal operation at night?

Before he could ask clearly, the person left in a hurry.

"Ah! I can only figure it out on my own." He thought helplessly.

It was late at night, and Mr. Zhang carefully checked that each mining machine was running as usual. The heat emitted by the mining machines made the whole computer room more stuffy, accompanied by extremely loud rumbling noises.

Mr. Zhang is already very sleepy. At 12 o'clock at night, it is the time when people are most exhausted, but he dare not sleep. He cannot lose this job that he finally got. He still has a daughter to support, and there is a An 80-year-old mother who can still take care of herself, thinking of her daughter and her mother, Mr. Zhang slowly fell into memories.

I still remember that it was in a small mountain village. He lived with his mother since he was a child. His father passed away when he was very young. He has never seen him in his memory.

My mother has a strong personality and doesn't listen to other people's gossip. In that poor era, she raised Zhang Zhang alone, close to the family's several acres of Susukida. With her hardworking hands, she worked hard day and night, and she could barely afford food and clothing. .

Soon Mr. Zhang was seven or eight years old, and when he reached the age of going to school, he couldn't drag it any longer. People of his age had already gone to school for two or three years.

This year, his mother took him with her, holding a large bag of change in her arms, which she withheld from her teeth bit by bit. It was a total of six hundred, and the largest denomination was ten yuan.On this day, his mother took him to the only school in their town. He still remembered that at that time, because of embarrassment, his mother turned her back and took out a large bag of small change tremblingly with her cracked hands. He held it in both hands and handed it to the headmaster, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, he bent down and said:

"Principal, this baby is in your hands, you can beat or scold you as you please"

From that year onwards, in the first grade of the only elementary school in this small town, there was an older child who was out of tune with other students.

He was two or even three years older than his peers, and he couldn't play with them at all.Since then, on the way from his small mountain village to the primary school in the town, every day, a half-grown boy can be seen rushing over in the morning and rushing over in the evening.

Day after day, year after year, as long as he was going to school, he never stopped, but his mother became thinner and more bent, and she was only in her early 30s. There are more and more wrinkles, deeper and deeper, like criss-crossing old bark.

"Mom, I don't want to study anymore"

"What did you say? Are you saying it again?" the old woman asked him tremblingly.

"Mom, I don't want to read anymore"

"You...you, I told you not to study or not to study." The old woman whipped him with a cane, and scolded him, cursing and shedding tears. She knew that it was the limit for the child to go to the fifth grade In the end, she put down the cane and cried loudly by herself on the threshold, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances of these years.

The 13-year-old boy saw his mother crying, and squatted down, ignoring his injuries, "Mom, I really don't want to go to school. I can't get into the junior high school in the county. Make fun of me, the classmates in the class are all younger than me, Mom, I really don’t want to study, you just agree! I have grown up, I will help the family in the future, and now I will go out to work, when I become an adult, I'll go out after I get my ID card, and go to the provincial capital to work, okay?"

The old woman did not answer what the boy said.

She stood up after being silent for a while, walked into the kitchen, rummaged around in the cabinet, and finally took out a small handful of noodles from the corner, cooked them, and took out two bowls sparsely, one bowl for the boy, and let him go out to eat.The boy saw that there were noodles to eat, so he didn't think much about it. He happily picked up the noodles and went out to eat them. The noodles were still white noodles. In the past, he could only eat a bowl of noodles on his birthday. He didn't expect to suffer today. You can even eat a bowl of noodles.

The old woman walked to the main room, there was a long coffee table in the middle of the main room, and there was a tablet in the middle, the old woman put the noodles in front of the tablet, and said in a babbling voice: "Baby dad, don't blame me , My son said today that he doesn’t want to study anymore, I agreed, and there’s nothing I can do if I don’t want to agree, I...I really can’t afford it!” The old woman’s tears flowed down again.

"You left early, you have to be good over there, don't worry about me and the baby, the baby has grown up too, in a few years I will apply for an ID card and go to the provincial capital to earn some money, come back to marry a wife, and give birth to a big fat grandson , I have an explanation to your Zhang family!" After finishing speaking, the old woman picked up a piece of cloth and carefully wiped the photo on the tablet. In the photo was a young man with a smile on his face. In the blurry photo, one can see that it is a very handsome man.

"Ouch!" Mr. Zhang yelled. It turned out that he had fallen asleep unknowingly. His head was resting on his arm. After looking at it, I found that the machines were running normally, and I breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't know why, I've been dreaming about things from my childhood recently."

After checking each machine, Mr. Zhang scratched his forehead, "I have a headache from the noise of this machine, alas!" He looked up at the watch on the wall. It was already 7:5, and he had slept for [-] In an hour, someone will replace him in an hour and a half.

Mr. Zhang barely pulled himself together and wandered around in the computer room. This is his daughter's life-saving money!This job must be kept. Thinking of his own daughter, Mr. Zhang showed bitterness on his face. His daughter is also a person with a hard life. She was reborn into their family and suffered wronged with him.

Since it was the first time I came to work the night shift last night, I don't know what happened, so the daughter was entrusted to the old lady of the landlady, and I don't know if the daughter left him for the first time, did you make trouble last night?

Thinking of the old lady of the landlord, Mr. Zhang is very grateful to her. Her children have gone abroad. The son went to Australia, and the daughter went to Japan. They are both doing big business outside. The two children are worried that the old lady is at home alone and wants to pick her up Going out, the old lady also went abroad to live for a while, but she was really not used to it, so she returned to Handan, back to her hometown, guarding her old house, saying that she didn't go out anymore.

Seeing that Mr. Zhang is a big man with a two-year-old daughter alone, she is pitiful, so she helps him from time to time. In her own words, she has nothing to do, and Mr. Zhang's daughter is not naughty.

Therefore, Mr. Zhang was really in a hurry and couldn't leave, so he left his daughter with the old lady who was the landlord. He also gave the old lady money, but the old lady didn't want it, and said, "I don't need money, and I don't have as much money as I want. You just keep it." Buy some milk powder for Xiaohong! It’s not easy to see that you are a big man busy! Just don’t wrong the child.” Mr. Zhang is very grateful to the old lady every time. I can only help her with physical work, change a light bulb for the old lady, move something and so on.