Lin Ziwei not only didn't get the effect he originally wanted, but he ate and beat for no reason, feeling aggrieved, and his voice became louder: "Second sister, why did you beat me?"

It's obviously that Feng Qian is not good, it seems that Zhang Benshan is not a good thing, and this matter has nothing to do with him, his sister beat him even more.

Lin Zijiao picked up the basket and turned around and left: "Don't talk nonsense, go quickly, and don't be afraid of dirty ears!"

Lin Ziwei was depressed and aggrieved, this is really unlucky, it shouldn't be unlucky!

But he also knew that it was not good for the woman's family to hear these words, so he glared at Feng Qian fiercely, and followed behind Lin Zijiao with a basket.

Feng Qian hesitated and followed.

Lin Zijiao had great resentment towards Feng Qian's family in his heart.

No one has parents like theirs.

Feng Qian is such a good student, but he was forced to be affected by Feng Qian's mother, and he couldn't hold his head up in the village or school.

Now Guo Cuihua is simply talking nonsense to Zhang Benshan in the wolfberry garden, I don't know how many people in the team pick wolfberries today, and I can't see people through the tree wall, which doesn't mean that others can't hear the sound.

Sure enough, when Lin Zijiao and the others walked back, they met several groups of people.

Seeing her and Feng Qian together, these people had different expressions on their faces, inquiring, mocking, cold, and disdainful.

The third mother wanted to speak to Lin Zijiao and stopped, looking like she hated iron but not steel, stretched out her hand, looked at the people around her and shrank back, so she couldn't wait to hold her and teach her a lesson.

What do they like, Lin Zijiao asked himself if he had done anything wrong, walked a little farther away with a cold face, and stopped under a row of wolfberry trees that no one picked.

Lin Ziwei and Feng Qian also followed.

Lin Ziwei glared at Feng Qian angrily: "What are you doing with you, you can stay there, stay close to your mother, and listen to what she does every day!"

Feng Qian didn't speak, staring at him like a wounded wolf cub.

Of course, Lin Ziwei was not afraid of him, and he stiffened his neck: "Look at what I have done, it's not me who makes your mother ...... with others."

Before he could finish speaking, he received a slap in the neck.

"Second sister, you're endless!"

Lin Ziwei is not afraid of Lin Zijiao beating him, anyway, he is often beaten, and he is not afraid of pain, but she can't beat him in front of Feng Qian!

Where does this leave his face?

Lin Zijiao: "The doll has fewer mouths!"

Feng Qian: "Lin Zijiao, don't beat Weiwei, don't blame him for this." ”

Lin Zijiao and Lin Ziwei watched him together.

Lin Ziwei: "Don't call your name, you don't need to pretend to be a good person!"

Lin Zijiao: "This thing is wrong with him!"

She softened her tone and turned to Lin Ziwei: "You still call people Lord, Weiwei, the adult's business has nothing to do with us!"

Lin Ziwei raised his head and looked at her faintly, with a little disappointment in his eyes: "Second sister, is it really okay?"

He looked at Feng Qian again: "Do you think so too?"

The latter two were silent, and Lin Zijiao avoided Lin Ziwei's gaze.

Lin Ziwei was depressed, he wanted to leave, to see if Feng Qian was leaving, but he reluctantly stayed, turned to the other side of the tree, and began to work silently.

The little kid can't get out of the fire in his heart, and all the evil fire is used in the work, the movements are extraordinary, and the little hands shuttle between the branches very quickly, which is dazzling.

Lin Zijiao smiled: "Feng Qian, look at this guy Weiwei, he must have been deliberately lazy just now." ”

Feng Qian was still thinking about what had just happened, bowing his head to avoid her gaze, and said nothing.

The chatter and ridicule of those people just now were normal for him, and he was almost numb to them.

But let Lin Zijiao also endure the white eyes and ridicule with him, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

It is right for others to hate him and look down on him, who let him have such a mother and such a home?

He didn't want Lin Zijiao to be angry and wronged with him, but he didn't want to lose Lin Zijiao's friendship.

He only has such a lifeline, in this world, only she doesn't care about his family, only about him as a person.

He didn't dare to imagine how bleak his life would be if he lost Lin Zijiao's friendship.

Even if he studies well and can be admitted to university, what is the use? He knows in his heart what kind of family he came from, and he himself looks down on himself in his heart.

All the pride and hard work are pretended, in fact, he is a son with broken shoes, and he doesn't know if his father is Feng Daxi.

That woman, Guo Cuihua, why can't she be like someone else's mother?

And his father Feng Daxi, why can't he be more powerful and control his mother-in-law?

……

The large aluminum basin contains a golden cornmeal batter, mixed with red and bright wolfberries, which looks very good.

When it comes to the day of picking wolfberries, when people pick wolfberries, they will find a way to bring some wolfberries home, so that they can eat fresh for their families.

Feng Qian's mother, Guo Cuihua, filled a bowl with a spoon for each person, took out a sugar jar, and scooped half a spoonful of sugar into each of Feng Qian's and her own bowls.

"Eat wow," she said, and then looked at her daughter Feng Xiaoxia, who was staring at the sugar jar: "Look at it, the dead girl is a piece, it's good to drink with mush, and you still want sugar?"

The old Feng family is in charge of Guo Cuihua. In Guo Cuihua's heart, the most important thing is herself, followed by her son Feng Qian.

Feng Qian is Guo Cuihua's heart, and Feng Xiaoxia is a grass in the field, or simply a bubble of dog shit on the side of the road.

Her attitude towards Feng Qian and Feng Xiaoxia is diametrically opposed, just like a mother and a stepmother, sometimes Feng Xiaoxia really doubts whether she is Guo Cuihua's biological child.

Feng Xiaoxia's eyes were dark, and she turned from the sugar jar to Feng Qian's bowl, she didn't speak, lowered her head and drank the mush.

In Feng Qian's bowl, there was a translucent mark in the middle of the golden paste, which was the white sugar that had melted.

He remembered the origin of this white sugar, and recalled the conversation between Zhang Benshan and his mother that he heard this afternoon, and suddenly felt tired and disgusted, pushed the bowl in front of Feng Xiaoxia, and replaced her bowl: "Xiaoxia, I don't want to eat sugar, let's drink it instead." ”

Of course, Feng Xiaoxia couldn't ask for it, and she was afraid that Guo Cuihua would snatch it back, so the spoon landed steadily and viciously on the translucent imprint, and she dug a big spoonful fiercely.

Spoonful after spoonful, the small spoon flew, and within a few seconds, Feng Xiaoxia had already sent all the white sugar that had not yet been stirred into her mouth, which made her shiver.

It's so sweet!

By the time Guo Cuihua reacted, it was too late, she scooped a spoonful of paste from Feng Xiaoxia's bowl and tasted it, and found that the dead girl was really as fine as a ghost, and there was no sweetness in the remaining paste.

Guo Cuihua raised her hand and slapped Feng Xiaoxia: "If you throw it away, you can save it!"

Ge Tou is a local scolding local language, which means a child raised by a big girl.

Guo Cuihua didn't realize that it was actually herself who was scolded by this sentence, and slapped her son hatefully: "If you don't drink it, you will speak in advance, and waste sugar for the dead girl to eat!"

Feng Qian didn't even want to drink the half bowl of mush in front of him, pushed the bowl, and the chopsticks snapped on the table: "Mother, can you stop asking for these things in the future?"