[BL]Pastel Colours

Chapter 23

Before the age of six, Songran had a family.

J Province G City, Nanwu Country Creek Village, half an acre of farmland at the foot of the mountain, and a cottage at the entrance of the village

His mother died young and his father made a living by doing farm work, pulling him up alone. Perhaps it was the widower’s loneliness. His father was always taciturn and he couldn’t stretch his eyebrows. Whenever he had enough money, he would buy cigarettes and wine. He was extremely addicted and didn’t care about him. On the contrary, he didn’t like the other fathers in the village. Beat and scold the child.

At this point, Songran felt that his father loved him.

At that time, he was sensible early, and didn't like to cause trouble like other dolls-either chasing a dog naked or being chased by a dog naked. He borrowed textbooks from his older brothers and sisters at the same Murakami Elementary School. When he was not helping, he would sit on the threshold and read, left-handed Chinese and right-handed maths.

When he was five years old, he could already count from one to a hundred, and then count backwards. The teacher in the village praised him for his talents, saying that if he learned mathematics well in the future, he could do accounting, make payments, and help people manage the accounts. It would be faster than hard farming to get money.

So Songran moved a small stool to the village elementary school and learned to write numbers one by one.

One day later, he heard some gossip from the neighbors, saying that his father planned to leave Xiaxi Village and go to work in the prosperous provincial capital. After a few years, he saved enough money so that he could continue his wife.

He ran to ask his father for confirmation, and his father drew a mouth at the front door and slowly exhaled the choking smoke: "Your mother went early. I can't stay alone for the rest of my life. I always find someone to live with."

Songran asked: "Dad, will you take me away?"

The father didn't speak or look at him. Gu Zi stared at the cigarette **** and was silent for a long time, then nodded.

So Songran let go, and then had some sad thoughts-he was about to leave this small village. He couldn't take his playmates, the grandma who sells tofu, and the chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs. Although the provincial capital is novel, it is a daunting big world. The wide roads are intricately intertwined. Unlike a small village, one dirt road can lead to hundreds of families. He had to follow his father closely so as not to get lost.

Before leaving, his father filled two whole snakeskin bags with belongings. Songran did what he did, and folded his clothes and pants and stuffed them in. Father took them all out, put them aside, and said, "Don't take them, go to the provincial capital to buy new ones for you."

Songran believed it to be true, and joyfully chose a set of the best looking ones, and gave the rest of the clothes to the friends.

On the morning of his sixth birthday, he followed his father on the green train for the first time.

The train sounded a long whistle, the steam in the boiler boiled, and the mechanical shaft drove several rows of steel wheels to "click, click" to crush the rails-Song Ran grabbed the ticket in his hand and came to a strange city.

T city.

His father told him that this was the provincial capital, and Songran had no doubts.

For the fledgling, there are concrete roads, railway stations, buildings, shopping malls, and cars. It smells of architectural dust that is different from the countryside. The pedestrians on the road wear strange clothes. Of course, it is a brilliant and prosperous "big city."