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Uncle Chen didn't say anything, he just respected my opinion and let me study in the fourth grade.He would pick me up after school every day, and he was unstoppable.

Going to school makes me uncomfortable. I already have a strong resistance to people. I have to sit for a long time every day to learn things I don't understand.

I didn’t want to go to school, but Uncle Chen refused to agree to it for the first time.

He said that learning is necessary. People enrich themselves through knowledge, and they also use knowledge to see the world they have never seen before.

I don’t need to ask for a high degree of education, but I need to be sensible and know what is right and wrong.

I didn't understand, but I listened to him anyway.

I'm afraid he won't want me.

Uncle Chen went and picked up a lot of books from grades one to three. He taught me how to read, read ancient poems, and read many stories.Teach me arithmetic.

I learn quickly and like reading articles in Chinese books.

Interesting.

Uncle Chen also discovered that I liked reading these articles and often picked up these books for me to read.

Within a few months, my knowledge level was not much different from that of my peers.

But I haven’t changed my habit and I still like to do petty theft.

Once, a classmate showed off the watch his father bought, and my eyes lit up.

I stole the watch during recess and gave it to Uncle Chen like a treasure after school.

I thought Uncle Chen would be very happy, but Uncle Chen was very angry.

He asked me if I stole it and who it belonged to.

"Xiao Chen, what we want, we have to rely on our own efforts to get it! Taking it for yourself is stealing, and stealing is absolutely not allowed! You know!"

That was the first time that Uncle Chen lost his temper with me. The next day he went to school in person and handed the watch to the teacher.Ask the teacher not to say that I stole it, but to return the watch to the classmate in private.

The teacher agreed, but loudly said in the class meeting that there was a thief in our class and asked the students to be careful with their belongings.

When he said that, he looked directly at me with contempt, making me lower my head and clench my hands.

From then on, I was excluded in primary school.

But I don't care about this exclusion at all.

What are these little fights compared to being with human traffickers?
One can be happy alone.

Until they deliberately bullied me and wrote my nickname on my desk box with correction fluid.

mouse.

There were even garbage and dead rats stuffed in the back.

Uncle Chen asked me to get along well with my classmates, and I listened.

So I didn't pay attention, but it made these kids even worse.

"She is a mouse, so her parents must be big mice, hahaha!"

I don’t know who said this. I raised my head and stared at this group of deliberately laughing people.

After locking my eyes with who was talking, I stepped forward and started wrestling with him.

When the others saw that I dared to resist, they also came to beat me.

But I don't care at all, this little spanking is nothing compared to a whip.

I kept pinching the boy who was talking until the teacher came over to stop us and looked at me with an ugly face.

"Call your parents over here!"

That day, Uncle Chen kept apologizing to the other parent and bowing his head.

I stood aside, still staring at the boy.

He was frightened by my beating and huddled behind his parents.

From then on, no one dared to bully me, but they all stayed away from me.

When I went home that time, I thought Uncle Chen would say something about me,
But he didn't, he just cried silently.

He said it was his fault and he didn't know that I was bullied at school.

I'm very sad and don't want to make Uncle Chen sad.

So, I added another item to my curriculum.

Uncle Chen made me a wooden man, taught me the moves, and asked me to learn them carefully.

"Xiao Chen, remember. What Uncle Chen teaches you can only be used when you are being bullied or when you see others being bullied. Do you understand? If Uncle Chen knows that you bully others, Uncle Chen will be angry."

"it is good."

I remember it clearly.

Later, after elementary school, I went to junior high school.Junior high schools in the countryside are not very strict, and all the children have reached the rebellious stage, including me.

Uncle Chen still comes to pick me up after school every day, and I had a big fight with him because of this.

People in the class laughed at me for asking adults to take care of me at such an old age, and I also faintly resisted.

Uncle Chen's job is very hard, just go to the construction site to carry steel bars and move bricks.Occasionally pick up some iron to sell.

I was very tired after get off work and had to travel so far to pick me up from school.

However, children in the rebellious stage always don't know how to speak well, and the words they speak are as sharp as a stick.

Uncle Chen just looked at me and didn't say anything.

But at night, I saw him secretly wiping away tears and holding a photo in his hand.

I just don’t know what’s in the photo.

I didn't know until Kuya told me about Uncle Chen.

He was thinking of his daughter.

Although we had a fight, Uncle Chen still stubbornly went to pick me up.

Once I pretended not to see him and strode home.

But something went wrong, and I quietly looked back.

Uncle Chen followed closely, but I never noticed that his back had begun to bend.

A man with gray hair walks alone, so lonely and sad.

My nose felt sore and I ran forward and hugged him tightly.

It's my fault, maybe children who are loved by others will become pampered.But I forgot that I never wanted to make Uncle Chen sad.

From then on, I stopped fighting against Uncle Chen and started taking over a lot of housework, learning how to cook, and letting Uncle Chen get more rest.

Uncle Chen resisted at first, but later he still listened to me and smiled as I shared with him what I had cooked today.

My grades soared when I was in the second grade of junior high school. I directly ranked first in my grade in the high school entrance examination and ranked among the best in the city.

The teachers are very happy. After all, it is incredible to achieve such results in a school that needs teaching support.

I excitedly showed Uncle Chen the admission notice from a key high school. Uncle Chen was very happy.

I cried happily and read the admission notice for a long time.

But key high schools had to live on campus, so I reluctantly said goodbye to Uncle Chen. Uncle Chen comforted me and said he would pick me up every Friday.

But I also found that Uncle Chen's health was getting worse and worse, and he was getting old.

Uncle Chen was already quite old. I was very afraid that he would get sick, so I applied to the school to skip a grade.

The school initially disagreed, but I proved my ability and had already learned all the knowledge in the first and second grades of high school, and finally assigned me to the third grade of high school.

I want to go to college as soon as possible, right here in Shanqing.

It would be great if I could take care of Uncle Chen.

In my senior year of high school, I passed 655.

The teacher at school said that if I didn't skip a grade, I might be able to get the top prize.

But I don't care.

My grades allowed me to go to a better school in other provinces, but I still chose a university in Shan Qing.

The school gave me a scholarship, and I rented a house near the school and asked Uncle Chen to move there.

Living outside the school is not allowed. After I finish my part-time job on weekends, I will visit Uncle Chen and cook for him.

But Uncle Chen's health is still getting worse day by day. I know that he is mentally ill.

But he never wanted to say anything more to me.

He never said that I was his daughter, and I tacitly agreed not to call him daddy.

Uncle Chen finally passed away the year I graduated. When he was dying, he held my hand and said with tears:
"I'm sorry for you... I'm sorry for you."

I don’t know what Uncle Chen can’t do to me. He has been very good to me.

But I just smiled and shook my head at him.

After Uncle Chen died, I used the money I saved to buy him a tombstone in the cemetery and moved it to Shanqing City.

Maybe I didn't expect at this time that I would actually become an agent.

The extra episode is over.

An Chen has gone through too much, but he has still become a sensible person who knows right from wrong. No matter what, we always have justice and kindness in our hearts.Society should not be indifferent, we must be warm people.