The upper bunk vomits blood every day

Wang Xiaotian was very worried. The whole family sat in front of a large-screen computer, while a young man in dirty pajamas sat impatiently on the bed not far away.

"Uncle Wang, it's just a volunteer report for Xiaotian. It's been two hours, haven't you finished tossing around yet?" The young man asked, looking down at his phone from time to time. It was almost time for the guild to fight.

It turned out that this big-screen computer belonged to a young man, and Wang Xiaotian’s family didn’t have one before computers were popularized in the village. Now, the volunteers are all applied online directly, so Wang Xiaotian’s family borrowed it from the next door.

I also borrowed it last year, but Wang Xiaotian repeated it for another year, not because of bad grades, but because his ambitions were too high. The ancestors of the Wang family were too ambitious, so they all gave Wang Xiaotian the 211 university he chose, but none of them were admitted. It's ridiculous to say that Wang Xiaotian had no choice but to repeat the exam for a year, but his test was not as good as last year.

Wang Xiaotian saw the young man rushing there, so he said apologetically to him: "Brother Chen, 10 more minutes, and I will return the computer to you in 10 minutes."

This Brother Chen is a well-known Internet addicted young man in the village. If he is willing to borrow their computer for use, it is for the neighbor's sake, otherwise Wang Xiaotian's family can only go to the black Internet cafe in the village.

Brother Chen looked at the time on his phone. Although he was anxious to go online to play a group, he saw Wang Xiaotian, who had a delicate brow and eyes, and stopped urging him.

Wang Xiaotian looked at his father in embarrassment, and looked at his grandfather sitting there with a cane in fear. After hesitating for a long time, he still said: "Dad, this volunteer... The bid is still too high, I'm afraid My score...can't get up..."

Wang Xiaotian's father was a teacher. Although he had returned to his hometown to farm for 20 years, he knew better than his ancestors who made decisions. So he glanced at the volunteers on the computer screen and calculated in his heart that his son would like to be accepted. Admission was really difficult, so I had the courage to discuss with my ancestor: "Grandpa, Xiaotian has already repeated for a year, and it will be bad if he can't be admitted this year, or... let's not go to the 211 university , choose something similar?"

Hearing this, the old ancestor picked up his crutches and beat the ground hard, glaring angrily at the gentle middle-aged man with glasses on the bridge of his nose, and cursed: "If you don't do well in college, what's the use of studying? Do you think I'm old? Confused? There are so many college students these days, so what’s the difference between those who didn’t come from top schools and those with three colleges?”

After finishing speaking, the old man glanced at the young man sitting on the bed, and blew his beard fiercely: "Instead of letting Xiaotian go to those shabby schools to mess around, it's better to let him inherit the family land earlier!"

It turned out that Brother Chen also went to college, but it was just an ordinary school. After graduation, he didn’t find a job and went home to stay. He played games on a computer every day. His father asked him to go with him to raise fish. He didn't want to play with sea cucumbers either. He could play with them as he wanted at home, and he seemed like a useless person who gnawed on the old. He was laughed at in the village.

But people who are addicted to online games don't care what others say.

The old ancestor was domineering, and the middle-aged man didn't dare to speak after being scolded, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw his son bowing his head silently, and felt distressed, so he thought for a while and made a decision: "Why don't you do this, Xiao Tian If you check the adjustment, it will be considered a guarantee."

"Reassignment?" Wang Xiaotian, who lowered his head, raised his head, his fair and handsome face showed a bit of reluctance: "What if I am transferred to a bad major?"

Wang Xiaotian's dream is to become a white-collar worker and sit in an office in a big city, but some professions are very difficult, like brother Lin in the village, who chooses a geological survey. Wherever the desolation goes, people in the village say that farming is more comfortable.

"There is always a college student." Wang Xiaotian's father said, and he didn't want his son to live in the village like him all his life, so he persuaded him: "Take it first, if you really transfer to a bad major, it's a big deal not to go." Repeat for another year."

Wang Xiaotian frowned when he heard the words, he really didn't want to repeat it, and his idea was to pick a similar book and choose a favorite major, but his ancestors were paranoid and wanted him to go to a top school Wang Xiaotian was helpless because no one in his family dared to disobey him.

After thinking about it, Wang Xiaotian saw that his grandfather did not disobey his father's suggestion, so he gritted his teeth and checked the transfer column of the last 211 university in his choice, and then pressed the button under the young man's urging gaze. "submit".

That’s how I applied for volunteering, and the next step is tormenting waiting. Wang Xiaotian often went to the class to find out the news, and almost two-thirds of the people had received the admission notice. There was no news from him, and Wang Xiaotian became more and more anxious I became anxious, thinking that although I did not do well in the exam last year, my grades were enough to meet the 211 score line.

He thought so, and then the admission notice came. It was really the one that was selected for the transfer. Wang Xiaotian was a little happy but also a little nervous. , the professional column is marked with the words "software engineering".

software engineering?Wang Xiaotian was a little surprised, but it was acceptable, at least it sounded like he was sitting in an office.

The whole family is happy for him. Wang Xiaotian's eldest sister also said that this major is quite good, and it is a popular major in recent years. Although it did not meet the expectations of majoring in finance, it is not a loss to transfer to this major. Wang Xiaotian was more satisfied after hearing this up.

However, the ancestors were not so happy.

"Software engineering? Do you work with computers?" the ancestor asked, because there was a negative example in the house next door, and the old man couldn't accept new things, so he had doubts about this major.

"Well, this major has to face the computer every day." Wang Qianqian said. She is Wang Xiaotian's eldest sister. She just got married last year, and she married a well-off farmer in the village. She often visits her natal family.

"Facing the computer?" The old ancestor hammered down his crutches, not happy: "This major is not good! Xiaotian is not allowed to read this!"

"Oh, grandpa, in today's society, you need a computer for everything!" After Wang Qianqian became a woman, she dared to quarrel with the old man a little bit, but knowing what the old man was worried about, she said, "Don't worry, Xiao Tian The profession of adjustment is incomparable with the game."

As soon as she finished speaking, Brother Chen came in. He also heard that Wang Xiaotian's admission letter had arrived, so he came next door to join in the fun during his free time when he wasn't in the group.