My story 3

Soon after I was on the streets, my mother left the house, leaving me and my father to live. Father also tried his best to pull back from the edge of the fanzui, and Father did try, but the effect was average.

Once, a friend of my father came to my house as a guest, and when he saw that I had nothing to do at home, he wanted to take me out for a walk, and my father looked at me and happily agreed. Within a few days, I was dropped off at the station.

This friend of my father's name is Tie, just called Uncle Tie, and took me to a big city. He said he brought me to the construction site, but instead of doing the work, he did the measurement work. Every day, the trucks on the construction site will pull earth and sand, and I can remember the quantity.

It sounds like a very simple job, and I don't have much resistance in my heart. But when I got there, I was first arranged to live in a crowded apartment, and then I was given two days of sales lessons. Let's talk about learning sales for the time being, I think it goes without saying too clearly.

I was puzzled and asked him, what is this for, not going to the construction site? He replied that I was giving the boss a show, there were fewer people listening to the lecture, and we would fill the number of people. I didn't say much. It was boring, so I took a nap. But he slapped me and told me to listen.

"What kind of heart, heart, do you use to make a fool of me?"

Kicked open the door and walked out, and he ran out after me. Passed by the wet market and bought a kitchen knife. He also asked me, "What do you buy this for?" ”

"I want to eat fruit!"

When I got back to my place, I packed my bags and left, and he stopped me again. Completely despise me, a young man who wanders the streets, before coming here, I didn't look less at Gu Confused Boy!

"Either send me back, or try this kitchen knife and see if it's fast!"

There was no way but to give me the car. Now that I think about it, maybe it was thanks to his father's good friend, otherwise, it would be difficult to fight with two fists and four hands!

Someone might ask me why I write stories here, and not so well. I would like to say that I did think about writing novels, and not only wanted to, but also wrote. But after writing more than 10 articles, I found that with my current writing level, my articles can only be provided for my own viewing, and there is not a single reader.

But fortunately, the platform can also publish articles, although I write things, read very little, but as long as someone is watching, I feel more or less a comfort in my heart. I'm practicing here.

After all, there are fewer people reading, and not many people will make fun of me.