My father often walked into his small grocery store dejectedly carrying an empty basket.
Behind the small counter, Hua Luogeng was helping his mother wrap yarn!
The father called Hua Luogeng by his nickname: "Luo Luo, can you help me with the work?"
"Luo Luo is faster than his sister!" The mother took over the conversation. , handed Hua Luogeng a large branch of thread, turned to Hua Laoqiang and said, "With the wages of these two days of thread winding, I bought half a bucket of broken rice."
The father's lips quivered and he said nothing. Voice.
My mother let out a long sigh and said, "Hey, these poor days are really hard to endure!"
With a gloomy face, my father picked up a fortune-telling book and learned fortune-telling. The yellow paper book "Zi Ping Numerology" he read shook his head and hummed steadily: "Heavenly stems, earthly branches, year, month, day, hour, zodiac signs..." Suddenly, my father shouted majestically: "Luoluo, memorize them all. !"
"Okay!" Luo Luo took the book and puffed up his chest and said, "Dad, I learn to tell fortunes and help the family make money."
Hua Luogeng has a good memory. , I have a photographic memory, and I know it by heart. He also learns to tell people's horoscopes? After many calculations, he saw the flaw, "Ah ha, it's all a lie. It turns out that people at the same time have different destinies! The poor always have a bad life!"
Hua Luogeng threw "Ziping Numerology" to the ground angrily, "Bullshit! A person's fate is in his own hands.
" He pulled over his school bag, took out his algebra book, raised it in the air, and shouted to his father: "Learning mathematics is the real science. Find a way out from here! ”