The year I met Sasha happened to be the end of summer, and we were forcibly recruited into Class 3, Grade 2, Senior High School by liberal arts. In fact, Sasha has her own gentle name. Just because her long black hair looks like Mona Lisa, the boys who made fun of her in class gave her a name that we will never forget-Sasha.
The careless Sasha always treats everyone with a domineering look. She is comfortable in class and works hard after class. Even eating is gorging. Maybe there is nothing more important in her heart than studying! I can't remember how I became friends with this person who has no language at all. From then on, we talked about everything. Sasha always said that she was born to be her brother's toy. At first, I comforted her and said that my mother bought me thousands of dollars to be born. We laughed without saying a word. Seven years later, I realized how much Sasha wanted me to play a listener and listen to her story. At first, I took it as a joke and ended her conversation with another ridiculous joke.
That year, the class teacher arranged seats for us according to our grades. When I got the ranking table, I was completely devastated-I actually worked with two people in my class who I couldn't accept most, and I always respected my teacher. At that time, I completely broke out. Now I don't even understand where I got the courage to skip class and run 5 kilometers on the playground. Maybe when anger and despair are intertwined, that's when a person really dies! I was inexplicably arranged next to Sasha, and I wondered why I was sitting next to the first in my class. Three months later, I knew the answer. It turned out that Sasha was so angry that he went into the head teacher's office that night and taught him a lesson. Sasha, who usually goes in and out of the office with excellent students, became my bitch that day. I really can't imagine such a picture. Why am I sitting next to Sasha? What did Sasha say to the class teacher that night? I think it's all tacit. After graduating from college, Sasha studied medicine in another city, but I stayed in the same place several times and studied education.
Seven years later, I just got off work, and there was a voice on the other end of the phone that I couldn't forget for a long time: hello! Sister, I'm back. Let's get together. We made an appointment at a new western restaurant. She lost a lot of weight after leaving for two years. Her simple clothes are full of the breath of life, and she hurried me into the private room. Simple decoration, simple layout, confinement around let me feel very comfortable, as if we were back to the era of singing and laughing in high school, we each ordered a meal, and I began to tease:
"Big cities have made a fortune. Don't forget to have my poor friend if you have money! "
"What is money? Collect the body at lcu! " She said flatly.
Such an extreme topic made me feel at a loss, as if the surrounding air was out of place with me, and I stopped talking. Suddenly her phone rang, and I was a little relieved. She cut the steak on her plate calmly and forcefully, and turned a deaf ear to the constant bell. I clear the table: "You ..."
"Hey, I'm fine, don't bother, I have no money." She hung up the phone quickly, staring at the ceiling, trying to keep her only strength in front of me. The docile Sasha suddenly became so grumpy that I was so worried about my next sentence that I didn't have time to speak.
"Hey, do you know how I got here?" She said simply
"Well, what's the matter?" I asked with relief
It turns out that Sasha has a brother who is two years older than her. When she was two years old, her mother felt that her son was too lonely, so she decided to have a baby to accompany her brother, which doomed the birth of Sasha. Mom and dad decided to entrust their children to grandma to go out to work because they had no money to study when they were young. Grandmothers in their sixties bought textbooks to teach Sasha to read and write, which lasted for three years. After that, Sasha officially returned to school in the third grade of primary school. Since then, she has been particularly diligent and studious, and she has been an excellent student every year. It suddenly occurred to me that a joke I thought she played with me seven years ago turned out to be true! I began to regret my self-righteousness and not being the only listener at that time. What surprises me even more is that Sasha's annual college tuition is her scar. After drinking a glass of juice, she sobbed and told me that every year her father gave her tuition, she had to bear the sentence "pour out the water" and 150 sentences "pour out the water" every year. I can't imagine how Sasha, who has always been resolute, spent these four years being wronged. After graduation, Sasha found a job corresponding to her major-a nurse, and her parents cut off all financial help. At the age of 265,438+0, the most conceivable thing is that her parents chose to turn a blind eye at this time. The strong Sasha finally burst into tears. At this moment, I only feel sorry for her biological parents for doing such a rude thing. It was the first time I heard that the protagonist turned out to be hardworking Sasha, which made me very suddenly. Later, her 80-year-old grandmother sent her 3,000 yuan to save her life. At this point, she began to laugh. It's great. I like it very much. Taking part in the work, she chose lcu regardless of difficulties and dangers. Where normal people are scared, there is no hesitation with her. She is used to seeing where you will go every day, living a life that I don't know if it will happen tomorrow. As she said, she is collecting bodies every day, and she is used to it! And her parents call her for money every day, asking for money in the name of her brother's marriage. At first, Sasha will give her only money to her mother, but frequent phone calls have made her completely desperate for this relationship! I gradually began to understand her angry reply: I'm fine, don't bother!
Suddenly I remembered Sister Fan in Ode to Joy, the woman who was squeezed by her family everywhere. Did the parents who gave birth to her ever think that they would be a complete family? Don't ask for a brick and a half, just ask for a casual greeting on weekdays, even if you dare not: come back!
"I'm fine, don't bother!"
May parents in the world give their children a hug, not much, a circle of cards; I hope the children who are running around can talk on the phone often, not during a song.