"Stop! Stop!" Someone shouted.
Hearing the voice, Yang Xiuzhu, who was already in a bad mood, immediately pulled a long face. She turned around and cursed at the person who called her to vent her anger.
However, when she saw the traffic police calling her, she quickly got out of the car. The words that she should have prepared to curse had long been thrown out of the clouds. When she saw the traffic police walking over, she suddenly did not know what to do. She stood there blankly like a beautiful scenery, waiting for the traffic police to walk towards her.
In fact, even if Yang Xiuzhu scolded him, she wouldn't be able to do anything. She thought that she had received a higher education and was a teacher of the people, so even if she scolded him, she wouldn't be able to do anything.
The traffic policeman was a fat guy. His blue uniform was a little gray and old. His belly was bulging, and he walked like a rich man. His whole body was a little wobbly. He probably gave too many tickets to others and earned enough money. Otherwise, how could a lousy traffic policeman have any money to comfort himself?
"Don't you have eyes? Can't you see the red light?" The fat policeman reprimanded with a dark face. At first, the traffic policeman wanted to say,"Do you want to die? If you want to die, go away." However, seeing that Yang Xiuzhu was a beautiful young woman and that she was in a good mood today, she waved her hand and signaled for her to leave.
Yang Xiuzhu blushed when she heard the traffic police reprimanding her and staring at her. She quickly apologized and said that she would be more careful next time. She heaved a sigh of relief when the fat policeman said that she could leave.
Beauty was a woman's capital, but beautiful women were destined to suffer a lot. Since ancient times, beautiful women were often unlucky. If she could build a good relationship with Wang Li Li; If she had been gentle, weak, and submissive in front of Song Ke; If she had cultivated a relationship with the teachers in school; Then, she might be promoted to a first-grade teacher. Even if she was not promoted, she would not be isolated by her colleagues. However, she rejected it. No matter how important the title of a first-grade teacher was to her, she still rejected it in the end. Although she didn't say much or do anything, her red face showed that she wasn't convinced. Wasn't this clearly for Song Ke and the teachers who were evaluated? If you do it, then do it. Song Ke wanted this effect. However, it was different for those colleagues who met you every day. In this way, you would only be isolated. As for her, she would never have thought that the party member, Vice Principal Song Ke, would be so despicable. Aren't you just a Vice Principal? Did I offend you?
Yang Xiuzhu didn't care about the isolation of the teachers. Every year, there would always be a few people who would receive such treatment. Now that it was her turn, it was nothing. Wasn't it just a title? Isn't it just an extra 200 yuan a month? It was necessary to make it seem like a war was about to break out at this time every year.
In fact, the campus was a small society. The title evaluation was not only an affirmation of the teacher's work ability and level, but it was also directly linked to the teacher's income. In other words, if you didn't have a professional title, it would be difficult for you to get a raise. Moreover, the promotion of a professional title was quite difficult even if you met all the conditions. Because the quota was limited. Huaihe City was only a county-level city. The higher-ups allocated less than 30 places every year. From one to seven, each school in Huaihe City had less than three places on average. Moreover, No.1 Middle School was a key middle school. The principal of No.1 Middle School and the deputy director of the Education Bureau naturally had more places. If other rural middle schools had some background, they might be able to get one or two places. As for those township middle schools under the jurisdiction of Huaihe City that had no relationship with the Municipal Education Bureau, It was normal for there to be no spots for seven or eight years. Therefore, this also resulted in many senior teachers not being evaluated for their entire lives. Therefore, some teachers were willing to sacrifice their bodies and waste tens of thousands of gifts for the sake of their titles.
In fact, before the official title, Song Ke had hinted to Yang Xiuzhu. However, not only did she not buy it, but she also gave Song Ke a hard time. She felt that the school was not so dark that it could turn black into white in front of everyone. But now, not only did she believe it, but she was also suddenly a little confused about her identity as a teacher. She even felt a little hopeless.
When he returned home, the sky was completely dark. There were only a few dim street lamps outside. Her three-year-old daughter, Hong Hong, was sitting on the bed and waiting for her pitifully. Yang Xiuzhu threw her bag on the bed and pulled her daughter into her arms. Her tears fell like rain, but there was no sound of crying. It was obvious that she was extremely uncomfortable. She did not dare to vent it, so her tears flowed out silently.
Seeing that her face was covered in tears, Honghong raised her small face and asked," Mom, why are you crying?"”
Yang Xiuzhu suddenly felt that she had lost her composure. She picked up the clothes beside her and wiped her tears away. She put on a smile and said,"Mom is fine. Do you still have a fever?" Yang Xiuzhu touched her daughter's forehead. Seeing that her red head was no longer burning, she felt relieved.
Yang Xiuzhu walked into the bedroom of the bedridden widow's mother-in-law. She changed the mattress for her mother-in-law and started cooking.
"Did Ming Yang not send a letter?" Grandma asked weakly.
"How could I not tell you?" In fact, who would write letters in this day and age? It was just that they didn't use the phone much. In the past, they just kept in touch like this. Besides, international calls were so expensive. A few calls would cost a month's salary. How would they support the daily expenses of the entire family?
"Is there a phone?" Grandma continued to ask.
"Not really." Yang Xiuzhu replied impatiently. Actually, she didn't know what Ming Yang's phone number was because every time he called, it would be her school office. Ming Yang only knew that it was Yang Xiuzhu's school phone number. Initially, her family had planned to press the phone number, but they felt that there was no need for that, so they did not press it. Because they still had to live on, they had to worry about food and vinegar every day, as well as Honghong and her mother-in-law's living expenses. Everyone in this family did not need money, but this family relied on her salary of less than 1500 a month. No matter how hard they tried, they could not make it.
It could be said that she had sacrificed too much for this family. In the past three years, she had not participated in any of the gatherings held by the school. Therefore, it was inevitable that people in school would treat her coldly.
Yang Xiuzhu had used the Little Smart System before, but she felt that there was no one she could contact, so she stopped using it. After that, she thought of buying a second-hand phone, but she couldn't bear it. After all, even if she didn't make calls or send messages, she would still waste more than ten yuan a month. However, she still had a family waiting for her to eat.
Reality was like this. When you faced it, it was bloody. When you kept avoiding it, it was just some beautiful fragments swaying in front of your eyes. When the fragment completely shattered. In fact, you just realized that your throat had been cut by the shard. What was even more tragic was that at this moment, you still had to cover your throat so that no one could see the blood flowing down your neck.
"What? You're taking it out on me when you're home!”Her mother-in-law could hear her impatience, so her words were obviously unhappy.
Her mother-in-law was considered to have received a higher education in her era. However, ever since she lost her husband, especially when she was old and paralyzed in bed, her temper seemed to be like the summer rain. It came and went without any warning. She worked outside and was exhausted after five or six classes a day. When she returned home, she had to suffer the anger of the elderly. Therefore, many times, she really wanted to quarrel with her. However, she was a woman who always thought about others. After being bullied, she felt that her mother-in-law seemed to be a little pitiful, and the thought of quarreling was immediately dispelled. Yang Xiuzhu put the rice into the pot and cooked it. Then, she walked into her mother-in-law's bedroom and explained with a smile,"Mom, don't think too much. I was afraid that you couldn't hear me, so I spoke a little too harshly.”
"You must have suffered in school!”Granny asked.
"No."
"You can't hide it from me." Granny sighed." It's all my fault. " Hades, just take me in…" After her mother-in-law finished speaking, she used her hands to beat her legs that could not move.
Yang Xiuzhu panicked when she saw her mother-in-law doing this. She quickly said," Mom, don't be like this. Xiuzhu has never been extra to you.”
The mother-in-law looked at her and seemed to notice the concern in Yang Xiuzhu's eyes. She then quieted down and stared out the window in a daze. It was pitch black outside the window, like a hole, but more like an empty prison. People like them had always been supervised by the pressure of life and the helplessness of reality. However, they all had dreams. Many people had dreams like theirs, hoping to break through this darkness and live as they pleased. However, there was a price to pay for anything to change, and it was a very high price.
After the meal was done, Yang Xiuzhu and her daughter ate outside while her mother-in-law ate in the bedroom. Due to the school meeting taking up a lot of time and the busy work at home, it was already past eight o'clock. Yang Xiuzhu tidied up, drank half a bowl of soup, and went to bed early. Seeing that her mother didn't look too good today, Honghong didn't pester her mother to tell her stories like she usually did. Instead, she curled up under the blanket and pretended to sleep.
Due to the rain, the early spring nights were very cold. For Yang Xiuzhu, such cold nights were too long. She thought of Jiang Mingyang's embrace and their lingering feelings. The cold wind seeped in from all directions through the cracks in the door and windows, making this night without a man even more desolate. Yang Xiuzhu turned on the lights and sat on the bed. She covered half of her body with the blanket and quietly looked at the wedding photos on the wall, savoring those wonderful days.
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