Ji Yanmeng stood at the door, feeling uneasy.

Yang Yuehua turned her back to her, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Meng Meng looked back at the three people behind her, and was gently pushed behind her back.

Just a little bit of a light gave this little girl how much courage and liliang.

How many times under this dim lamp, I was willing to help her review grammar chapter by chapter, how many times at this low table, I explained algebra to Xiaoyuan section by section, how many autumns and winters did Zhong Yuan's sweater accompany her, and how many springs and summers did the clothes that Jian Ling's sister Hetian bought for herself.

Ji Yanmeng wiped away her tears, walked straight to Yang Yuehua, and knelt down on her knees.

"Mom, I didn't mean to make you angry! I went to No. 1 Middle School to report my name, I am quite famous, and the principal will know me as soon as I say my name! He said that he would not charge me any fees, not even the money for exercise books. Mom, don't worry, I won't go there and study hard! The principal won't ask me for nothing, I have to be in the top five in big and small exams! I will need a lot of money to go to college in the future, and I don't want you to borrow money. ”

Yang Yuehua turned around with teary eyes, her voice was hoarse, without the anger just now, and said softly: "Mom is rich......"

Ji Yanmeng hugged her mother: "Then keep it, it's still useful! Mom, you believe me, I can get into any university, what is this, only those who have no interest complain that they can't get into a good university in high school!"

Yang Yuehua couldn't help but hug Mengmeng and cry loudly, and everyone present was in tears.

How many of these people switched to secondary school because of their family background, and how many of them joined the work early because of unspeakable secrets.

"The children of the poor are in charge of the house early. ”

Xiang Xiaoyuan's mind flashed such a sentence. She suddenly wondered that Mr. Cheng disdained what she said about responsibility, how could a 16-year-old girl not be under the pressure of responsibility when she was making life choices?

Xiaoyuan still can't understand that kind of shijie...... It's like Cheng Hao can't understand her shijie......

Pan Pan and Sword Spirit came back with a large box of leather shrimp and sea crabs, and the smell of boiled seafood wafted in the corridor of the single dormitory. Xiaoyuan doesn't eat seafood but likes to help them do it, everyone is noisy and huddled together, drinking rice wine while picking shrimp, Xiang Xiaoyuan feels that this is life.

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When he arrived at Cheng Hao's house on Friday, the first thing Xiang Xiaoyuan did was to check whether Cheng Hao had honestly eaten the soup he left.

This week, Cheng Hao had a miserable week. Xiang Xiaoyuan gave a death order and asked him to eat pig lung soup every day, but the soup he made himself either had no lung slices and no life, or the cabbage was boiled and even his soul was gone.

The soup was either light or salty, and he was sick to eat it after a week, and he couldn't wait to write a countdown card in the hope that Xiaoyuan would come back.

The only thing worth reassuring is the big pot of Chuanbei Sydney pear soup left by Xiaoyuan. Cheng Hao took it to the office as water to drink. Secretary Wang saw the cups of tea-brown liquid, and thought that Mr. Cheng had changed from coffee to herbal tea.

Xue Cheng has been avoiding himself for a week, just taking a look at several important meetings. Cheng Hao knew that he was angry with him, and he didn't know how to ease the relationship, so he could only let him go.

After checking it, Xiang Xiaoyuan turned back to Cheng Hao and asked, "Didn't you fall down?"

"No!" Cheng Hao looked directly into her gaze.

Xiang Xiaoyuan nodded with satisfaction: "Have you ever coughed?"

Cheng Hao shook his head. It is true that there has been no recurrence in the past few days, and even the throat is much more comfortable.

After dinner, he hummed a song to Xiaoyuan and was brushing the dishes, Xiaoyuan was so good, he didn't take anything to heart.

You don't have to coax her when you make her angry, and in two days she will be so happy that she doesn't remember anything. She always scolds her for being heartless and heartless, but she doesn't know that she is such a master.

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I want to tell a story about growing up, about choices, about life.

Xiang Xiaoyuan can't understand Cheng Hao's shijie, just as Cheng Hao can't understand her shijie. Separated from them was a wide Milky Way. I need to run in slowly......

That's the story I want to tell, moving between the real and the unreal, the real details, the imaginary framework. Everyone, alive.

If you have any feelings, please leave me a message.