What was bitter and what was sweet? Jia Kun didn't think too much about it. It was just like how he lived in a dark house that was only a few square meters. No one felt sorry for him. Every day, he faced that kind of pain, and he didn't know when it would pop out. He didn't need to make any preparations. He was already at his beck and call, so there was nothing to be reluctant about. Because he had already felt the bitterness, and the seed had already been planted in his heart.
Every day was like a dream, experiencing and trying. It was like that cold wind blowing in from the window, as if it had messed up his hair. It was nothing. There wasn't any foresight, and there wasn't any high-sounding talk. It was enough as long as he gave her a sympathetic heart.
He didn't want to think too much about it. He just devoted himself to learning, no matter how difficult it was! He did not forget to study. He knew that this was the only way for him to stand out.
Although it was only the size of a palm, it was enough for him. He didn't need anything? As long as he could live and learn, it was enough. It was like a ray of sunlight that shone in from the window, giving him warm care.
All in all, in the face of hardship, Jia Kun never retreated. He always faced difficulties and bravely advanced.
Unknowingly, his sister-in-law's voice drifted into his ears."
"Why are you still sitting? Why don't you go up the mountain to chop wood? Why are you so lazy?”Jia Kun wasn't prepared at all. He was concentrating on his studies. His sister-in-law was like a madman. She knocked on the window of the rented house and scolded Jia Kun.
Jia Kun felt as if he had been slashed by a knife once again, his heart was bleeding.
"Sister-in-law, I'll go now." He hurriedly got up, picked up the chopper, and walked out.
Sister-in-law looked at his back as he walked out. She seemed to feel much better and turned around to leave.
He did not know if he was walking or floating. His sister-in-law's fierce face kept appearing in front of him, as if she wanted to eat him up. Why did he feel like this? It was because of this that he escaped his father's pursuit and abuse at home. Who would have thought that he would suffer such unfair treatment again here? They were all his family, but why couldn't they understand? Was he really that annoying? Or did he really do something wrong? Otherwise, they wouldn't have treated me like that. He really couldn't figure it out. Maybe he really did something wrong? Just tell me? Why do you have to torture me mentally and physically like this? He really didn't dare to think about it anymore. At this moment, the wind was still howling and the snow was falling. He walked up the stone mountain step by step with difficulty. The snow was more than a foot deep. There was no one here. He did not know if he had walked or crawled to the foot of the mountain. He was chopping branches as tears streamed down his face. It was said that a man would not shed tears easily, but how could he not shed tears at this moment? He was like a small tree on the mountain that was about to wither, swaying in the cold wind. The wind was blowing against his face, and his feet were so cold that it was painful for a cat to bite. He could only work non-stop to resolve this cold pain. His hand was cut, but he didn't care. He was like a brave warrior fighting in the cold wind.
After chopping the firewood, he carried it on his shoulder and moved down the mountain step by step. He did not know how many times he fell, nor did he know how he carried the big bundle of firewood back, but he had experienced and tried it.
Perhaps it was because he was enjoying the pain. He looked at the firewood that he had cut back and was happy in his heart.
Although sister-in-law's censure was for his own good, he was still angry.
Reality was really like that. Jia Kun had experienced it and tasted it.
He saw that the firewood he had spent so much effort to chop back was as precious as his own life.
He didn't have to worry about not having any firewood to burn or food to eat tomorrow.
He knew it clearly? The hard work was worth it. Although it was a little bitter, the rewards were still quite a lot.
He did not know what the road ahead would be like. He was waiting to see.
to be continued
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