Chapter 432 He is an ordinary person, in both lives
Ying Chengjiao has been in a bad state recently.
He wanted to make his mother understand that he was strong and powerful and that he would be fine. The difficulty was about the same as changing his law.
He wanted his mother to live well. He also wanted to change the world to make it closer to the world of his dreams. When reality and dreams collided, he wanted to take care of both, but he couldn't think of a way.
He rode out of the city and told everyone not to follow him, not even the Yue girl who had been secretly protecting him.
The morning sun rises from the horizon.
He headed towards the source of light and brightness.
The half-dried grass retreated rapidly, and the strong wind kept hitting my face.
The fine horse under his crotch, which had been kept in Yanmen County and had not been let out for a long time, ran happily. When the bit in its mouth was tightened, its front hooves rose more than a meter and it neighed continuously.
He was riding on his horse, and as far as he could see was only the blue sky and the earth, both vast and boundless.
As far as the eye can see, heaven and earth meet.
Meng Tian drove the Huns away seven hundred miles.
The Xiongnu did not dare to graze their livestock in this 700-li area, and the Qin people did not dare to live here - the area without cities and counties was unsafe.
There was no human habitation in the area of seven hundred miles, which was exactly what Ying Chengjiao wanted. He wanted to be alone and talk to someone.
He jumped off the horse, led the horse, and walked casually without any goal.
Feeling the soft grass and the cool breeze, he smiled bitterly, but the confusion in his heart was still a mess and he couldn't untie it at all.
He had made such a choice in his previous life, and he regretted to this day.
"I have lived two lives as an ordinary person. I am not a hero when I am alive, and I am not a hero when I die."
He muttered something suddenly, then stopped and spat forcefully.
"Damn! I've been traveling for so long. Why do I talk so sarcastically when no one is around?"
He continued to walk, and the horse followed suit, occasionally eating a few mouthfuls of grass and spitting out most of it. Summer was over, and the grass was no longer tender.
Amid the sound of horses spitting grass, Ying Chengjiao began to recall his previous life.
He was born in a small county in the north. Although his teachers praised him for his intelligence since elementary school, his academic performance was not outstanding from childhood to adulthood, and was above average.
More than one person has said that about him.
"You only know how to read those useless things. How many extra points can they get on the exam? If you put your energy into the books, you would have been the first in the grade long ago."
His interests and hobbies are extremely broad. In a word, he is interested in .
From how Qin Shi Huang died, to the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle, to strange people and events in history, etc., he just likes to read books that his parents think are extremely useless.
Of course, this can’t be blamed on his parents. It’s because his interests are so broad.
See a little bit of everything, and then only see a little bit of everything; be broad but not deep.
If he can stick to one thing, such as history, and read "Records of the Grand Historian" and then "Twenty-Four Histories", do in-depth research, make headlines, and finally get admitted to the history department of a prestigious university as an exception, his parents will probably not say anything bad about him.
He had been nagging his parents since he was a child. When he entered high school, he was determined to study hard, get a high score and go to a university in another city. It took at least five days to go back and forth from home to school, and it was not suitable for him to go back during the National Day holiday.
He persisted for two days, but the boring math, the unpleasant English, and the physical education classes that he couldn't attend made him return to his old ways.
He felt a little guilty before going to bed every night, repenting that he should not have worked hard. Before closing his eyes every day, he told himself that he would study hard starting tomorrow.
As we were talking, we talked about graduation.
In the college entrance examination, he still scored above average, with more than enough for a second-tier university but less than a first-tier university. He wanted to apply to a university in another province, but when filling out the application form, his first choice turned out to be a university in the province.
His aunt, a teacher, used professional knowledge that he could not understand to convince his parents, but his parents did not convince him and made the choice for him.
"If you want to get into Tsinghua University, you can apply to any university you want!"
He was not angry, just a little unhappy, but he soon forgot about it. He cared about which university to go to, but among the universities he could go to, there was no one he cared about in particular.
Were his parents wrong? He definitely didn't get enough points.
Who should I blame? I blame him for playing around in high school and not studying hard.
To be honest, he regretted a little, but not much. He didn't believe that he would die if he couldn't go to a prestigious university.
Of the 1.4 billion Chinese people, how many can graduate from a prestigious university? Those who fail are all living well.
Soon, the admission letter arrived.
He was admitted to his first choice university, a first-class university in the province. When his parents held a graduation banquet for him, he stood on the stage and thanked his aunt profusely, shedding tears.
If there weren’t people who know the subject, how could my child have been able to get into a top university?
Most local universities give preferential treatment to locals and admit local students with lower score lines, except in Shandong and Henan.
He also said a few words of thanks, which seemed sincere and heartfelt.
My aunt was also moved, her eyes red as she said to him:
"It's not easy for your parents to support you in your studies. You study for yourself, not for your parents. How much light can your parents rely on you? Look at your parents working from dawn to dusk every day just to make a few more dollars, but isn't that all earned for you? When you go to college, study hard and stop reading those useless things, otherwise you won't be worthy of anyone!"
His father dropped out of junior high school, learned a craft, and worked odd jobs on construction sites.
My mother went to college and opened a breakfast shop.
He hummed heavily, seemingly not taking it to heart, but this time he really meant it.
School has started.
When he went to college for the first time, he had great expectations for it.
Both primary school teachers and middle school teachers have told them this.
"Study hard now and go to a good university. No one will care about you in university and you can play however you want."
The senior girl who welcomed us was very beautiful, but the senior boy was very pretentious.
He was very excited on the first night he moved into the dormitory. He had not forgotten his aunt's earnest advice and was thinking about getting a scholarship, joining the student union, and joining the party!
Soon, military training had him thinking of only one thing: rain.
After one year of college, he was a sophomore and got to spend a year in the student union as he wished.
At the end of the year, he quit the union because he felt that the student union was really pretentious, regardless of gender. If he hadn't promised to stay for a full year when he joined, he would have left long ago. He felt extremely uncomfortable being with these idiots.
He went back and treated his four good friends to a big meal to celebrate his escape from the sea of suffering. He invited everyone to stay the night and have a good time. He treated them all.
Because there were so many problems after joining the student union, the five of them had only been involved in a handful of black fights this year.
The four buddies ate and cursed:
"I told you to quit a long time ago but you refused! You fool! This broken-wall student union doesn't even know why you're staying here!"
He put on an expression that showed a man whose word was worth a thousand gold.
"When I joined the club, I said I would work for a full year. That's called a commitment! A full year! One day more, one day less!"
He thought his good friend would praise him by calling him awesome or stupid.
His guess was absolutely correct. Three out of the four people raised their thumbs and said "awesome", while one person said "idiot" with disdain.
But what he didn't expect was.
The one who said idiot, the most showy of the five of them, the scumbag who changed seven or eight girlfriends in a year, said with a look of disappointment:
"Why don't you wait until you've welcomed the new couple before you leave? You're the only one among us who's still a virgin!"
He suddenly realized what had happened and regretted it deeply. He gulped down a large glass of draft beer.
There was nothing noteworthy about the next three years of college life. It was just an ordinary college student's daily life, with dating, failing courses, and skipping classes.
If I have to mention something, it is that he goes home not only during May Day and National Day, but also during Qingming Festival, which makes those who come from other places to take the exam very envious.
The university is one hour away from home by express train.
At this time, he had long forgotten his original intention of applying to a university outside the province.
It’s great that home is close, otherwise it would take three or four days to go home, which would be really uncomfortable.
In his senior year, before graduation, he took make-up exams for five subjects and passed them all.
There were two invigilators, one was playing with his cell phone in the back, and the other was sitting in the front and sleeping. If I don't pass, it would be really heartless.
Graduation thesis, please give me detailed guidance with a barbecue.
Just go online and copy things from here and there, and start the Chinese-to-Chinese translation program. You certainly can’t fool the teacher, so just fool Wan Fang.
In the final defense, there were a total of seven questions, and I answered six correctly, and graduated successfully.
We invited the experts to have a barbecue that night, and they were really good at predicting the topic!
The last person to pay the bill was the master, but he refused to let him because he knew that the master came from a very poor family and had been a poor student for four years.
The master smiled and said:
"You always treat me, so you have to treat me to this graduation dinner. I just got a scholarship, so I have money."
He was genuinely happy for the master, and the two of them clinked glasses.
As the yellow beer flowed into his stomach, he remembered his three goals when he was in college - to join the party, get a scholarship, and join the student union.
After graduation, he failed to join the party and was not eligible for a scholarship - 60 points were required to pass the exam, and he felt that one point more would have been a waste.
As for the student union, although he quit at the end of his freshman year, it was his own decision, so it shouldn't count as a failure, right?
It's time to go to work.
He successfully found a job during the campus recruitment, in car sales.
I went back and told my parents, but they didn't agree.
His parents also found him a job as a bank clerk.
In the eyes of my parents, this job, which they paid for and found someone for, is both respectable and stable, and it is extremely good.
His parents hoped that he could stay in this small northern county.
His parents are ordinary people who have worked hard in a small county town all their lives and their network of connections is here.
These relationships, the money he saved, and the house may not allow him to live a worry-free life, but they are enough for him to live a stable life.
He refused, very firmly.
It wasn’t because the job he found was so good, nor because he liked selling cars, but because the company that recruited him was in Shanghai, and he really wanted to go out and see the world.
Staying in this small county town, he could see death at a glance. He worked in a bank from the age of 22 until retirement, during which time he got married and had children.
It's all the same and boring.
This kind of life is not what he wants. He is still young and wants to go out and explore. He firmly believes that he can make a name for himself.
He felt that dying in Shanghai was better than staying in a small county town.
He particularly likes this sentence:
The world is so big, I want to see it.
After his parents had made choices for him for more than 20 years, this was the first time he went against their wishes and made his own choice.
At that moment, he felt that he had grown up.
He embarked on his journey with the money he had saved from four years of substitute teaching, tutoring, and delivering takeout. He didn't take the ten thousand yuan given by his parents. How could he spend his family's money when he grew up?
The world is not what he thought it was.
He went not to Shanghai, but to a 4S store in Shanghai.
He spent a whole year here, without visiting the Oriental Pearl TV Tower, Disneyland, or the Bund where Brother Qiang often hung out.
He is exhausted every day, and when he finally has a day off, he just wants to lie in the rental house and play with his phone.
I finally got in the mood and wanted to go out for some fun. I checked my account balance and quietly ordered a barbecue takeout. I used the free coupon and spent eighty-three, which was not enough for the whole meal.
He lost all interest.
At his house, lamb skewers cost one dollar a skewer, and he can eat a full meal for fifty dollars.
He holds his phone and reads things that are useless for his grades, but now no one says anything to him.
A video call flashed across the screen, with the word "Mom" written on it. He hung up and made a voice call.
Mom asked him how he was doing and whether he needed money.
He smiled and said that he was doing well, had no shortage of money, and had just finished barbecue, so there was no need to worry about it.
Mom asked him to answer the video call so she could see him and miss him.
He looked around the ten-square-meter hut and said it was inconvenient to use the bathroom.
Living in Shanghai is not easy. He couldn't afford a single room, so he shared the room with others. When renting, he chose the north bedroom because it was the cheapest.
After hanging up the phone, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind to make a name for himself and take the initiative to video call his mother next time.
There was no future in car sales, so he continued to work while submitting resumes, and resigned three months later.
Five years later, he finally gained a foothold in Shanghai, with a minimum monthly salary of 20,000 yuan.
Ten years later, he bought a house in the best community in his hometown. He felt that he would never be able to afford a house in Shanghai in his lifetime.
The moment he paid the down payment, he didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but a sigh of tension.
A thirty-year mortgage just sounds terribly long, and he is only thirty years old.
He worked harder, hoping to make further progress, but two years later, he was still in the same position with no improvement.
He really tried his best and worked really hard, but his salary just wouldn't increase and he couldn't get promoted.
Is this my problem?
He asked himself.
More than ten years ago, he would have said that this was a social problem.
But now, he drinks a cup of coffee, turns on his computer, and checks if there is anything that needs to be improved in the PPT he will present tomorrow.
He spent less and less time looking at useless things, but his parents called him more and more, and he became more and more impatient.
He is very busy and really has no time to chat about family matters.
What does such a trivial matter as the neighbor Mr. Wang’s dog giving birth to five puppies have to do with him? Why should I tell him about it?
The wine he made was worth so much that he had to go home every day to get it. It wasn't even enough for the gas to drive him back home.
He was driving, was fatigued, had a car accident, and died in Shanghai.
Before driving, he stayed up for two nights to work on the plan.
The night before, I received a call from home, and the person on the other end only said two sentences.
He said impatiently:
"Yeah, I have time. I'm busy now. If you have time, I'll hang up now."
At the moment of the car crash, his mind was in a mess and two sentences lingered in his ears.
One sentence was said by my mother.
"When are you coming back? Mom misses you, and your dad misses you too."
One sentence was said by my father.
"I didn't think so!"
Ying Chengjiao loosened the reins, lay on his back on the ground, closed his eyes, and placed his hands to his ears in the shape of a six.
"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, I can't go back..."
He couldn't dispel his mother's doubts, and he really didn't want to go to the war.
He was an ordinary man, in both lives.
If his grandfather, King Zhaoxiang of Qin, were alive, he would surely be furious when seeing this scene.
"I was imprisoned by the Qin State, causing her to starve to death. I have no regrets! You, a jerk, are afraid that your mother will worry about her and shorten her life. You hesitate to move forward and are willing to give up the cause of expanding our territory! You are unworthy of the name Ying!"
