Inspirational novels: teenagers who send newspapers

Inspirational novels: teenagers who send newspapers

During the summer vacation, I sent a newspaper to my family and changed to a 17-year-old boy. My family lives on the 6th floor. Every day at 8 o'clock in the morning, there is a light footstep and I am rushing upstairs. Regardless of the rainy day, he came very punctual. When the door didn't open, he gently stuffed the newspaper into the newspaper. When the door is hidden, he will politely say: "Mr. Wan, the newspaper is here!"
I once chatted with him and learned that he got up at 5 am every day. He sent newspapers to more than 200 households every day, and they were all residents of the building. He had to climb more than 18,000 steps every day.
The sun is like a fire, and the teenager who sent the newspaper sweated and drove through the street every day. Early in the morning, his short-sleeved shirt was soaked a lot, but his bell was fiddling very fast, and his small round face flashed with a pair of clear eyes, and he smiled as he saw people. His days seem to be carefree.
One day in late July, when the teenager came to the newspaper, he said to me: "The newspaper has published the college entrance examination scores!" I said thank you. The teenager went downstairs. At this time, my son heard the sound from the bed, took the newspaper and hurriedly read it, happy to say: "Mom, I can go to the University of Posts and Telecommunications!" I am happy, but also very dissatisfied with the son of the young master. At 8 o'clock, I was still wearing pajamas, and the air conditioner in the bedroom was still buzzing. Almost every day, I wake up and wake up, then turn on the TV, lean on the sofa and drink sour milk, while constantly changing TV channels... I said: "The college entrance examination is over, you can take a rest, but not every day. Sleeping late, a young man has no ambition, just see if he can get up early!"
The son said disdainfully: "Your idea is out of date!"
I said, "Look at the teenager who sent the newspaper, and get up at 5 o'clock every day!"
The son smiled even more arrogantly: "What is he doing? What am I doing? I am the first generation of the new century, I am in college, I have to study for a master's degree, a doctoral degree, and I still study abroad!"
On a rainy day, the teenager who sent the newspaper made a mistake for the first time. It was only at 9:30 in the morning before it appeared at my door.
He was soaked in his clothes, like a chicken, a bloody mark on his arm, and the newspaper was wet. He groaned like a child who had done something wrong: "I'm sorry, I fell, the bicycle couldn't turn, and even the newspaper got wet..." I just said "It doesn't matter," but the son took it. I slammed the newspaper and slammed it: "If you change your job, you can't watch it!" I lifted my son and pushed my son into the room.
In the blink of an eye, at the end of August, my son received a letter of admission from the University of Posts and Telecommunications, and happily counted the bags to prepare for school.
Just after 8 o'clock this day, the juvenile who appeared in the newspaper appeared on the door on time. After he handed the newspaper to me, he smiled and said: "Mr. Wan, this newspaper is still sent by my father from tomorrow."
I asked casually, "What about you?"
The teenager said: "I was admitted to Peking University and went to school tomorrow."
I am surprised that I don't know what to say. The boy added: "My dad is a laid-off worker, his health is not good. If you send it later, you will bear with me!"
The teenager bowed to me deeply and went downstairs.