Chen Xian was very scared that night. Although the house was shabby, the door was very heavy and he couldn't open it to call for help.
He was crying miserably in the house. It seemed that someone heard him, but it also seemed that no one heard him.
Chen Xian will always remember that under the dim light, he stayed with his grandfather's body for a whole night.
It was not until the next morning that the village chief brought people over and buried the old man hastily.
Whether Shen Xian should stay or go became a problem.
The old man has no children, only two nephews, but the nephews are unwilling to pay for the old man's funeral, let alone his leisure life and expenses.
The village committee had no choice but to communicate with the town government first. The town government spent more than ten days reporting the case and eventually sent Shen Xian to the Nanzhou City Welfare Home to start a new life.
He was in the fifth grade at that time. Fortunately, compulsory education had become popularized and his studies were not wasted.
After graduating from junior high school, he was admitted to a key high school in Nanzhou City, but he was already sixteen years old, and according to the law, he could no longer stay in the welfare home.
Moreover, high school is no longer included in the scope of compulsory education.
Fortunately, the director's mother was also a very good person. She paid for Shen Xian's tuition out of her own pocket and also gave Shen Xian the unused utility room next to the welfare home to live in.
Chen Xian was also very hardworking and was admitted to Zhejiang University of Communication with a score of 680 in the college entrance examination.
No one knows what kind of hardships he went through during his three years in junior high school, four years in high school, and four years in college.
Is his experience inspiring enough?
Enough.
When the college entrance examination scores came out, many media wanted to interview him, but he refused.
The dean's mother asked him why.
He said: To sing praises to suffering is a very shameless thing. Never sing praises to suffering and regard it as inspiration.
During the more than ten years of his study, there were too many people who looked down on him, bullied him, and erased his self-esteem.
He hated those people, but at the same time he was grateful to them, because along the way, there were no enemies, only teachers.
Each one taught him a lot.
Shen Xian sat on the sofa. Although he didn't say a word, his eyes were already red and mist filled his eyes.
At this moment, Zhou Wan felt a little distressed and wanted to hug Chen Xian.
Because she felt that Shen Xian was about to break.
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