However, let her watch everyone eat and drink spicy food, she eats these clear soups alone, and she is extremely depressed just thinking about it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, even though she is now in her thirties, she still naively chooses to let her family share the ups and downs with her.

Speaking of which, eating is not the most memorable thing for Su Xiaocan, the most impressive thing is waking up the next morning, she struggled to get out of bed, supported her weak arms, and looked up to find her clothes.

At a glance, I saw the clothes at the head of my bed, a small long-sleeved red shirt of inferior chiffon and a pair of homemade light gray trousers.

Looking under the bed again, it was Zheng Shuxian's handmade lace-up square shoes in memory, with a crimson upper, a white plastic sole wrapped in black edges, and an old-fashioned buckle.

Many memories of past lives that are about to be forgotten in my memory come to mind one by one.

Su Xiaocan fell back onto the pillow with a heart, closed her eyes tightly, and didn't need to look at the combination wardrobe opposite, she knew how pitiful the things in it were, and before she took a breath in her previous life, the two big wardrobes full of clothes were not comparable at all.

In the primary school in Su Xiaocan's memory, there were two school uniforms all day long, changing and wearing. At most, in autumn, Zheng Shuxian's hand-knitted small round sweater is worn inside, and when you wear it, you have to pull it down hard to put it in, and when you take it off, you have to hold your breath to arch it out. In winter, it was replaced with a small floral cotton jacket handmade by Zheng Shuxian. Woolen and cotton trousers always wrap their skinny legs like elephant legs, which is unsightly and hinders movement.

Year after year, day after day, not much has changed until Su Xiaocan finishes elementary school. The children in the village all lived like this, so Su Xiaocan didn't feel how dirty he was at that time.

Su Xiaocan's junior high school can only be said to be a little better than the elementary school, and the jacket is beginning to break away from the logo of Zheng Shuxian's love version, but the style has been the same for three years, and nothing has changed. For example, the dress she wears on the bedside now, she remembers that she wore it in her graduation photo of junior high school. One can imagine how "simple" she is. At this time, she continued to have a distorted aesthetic, who made No. 5 Middle School a new school, and most of the students were from the urban-rural area, and they were not much better than her.

High school is a little better. Su Xiaocan, as always, had excellent academic performance, and then was admitted to the city's key No. 1 middle school. City No. 1 Middle School is stricter, one person and two school uniforms, Su Xiaocan doesn't have to worry about it, and directly the whole body clothes are out of Zheng Shuxian's love version. The shoes have also gloriously risen from this square cloth shoes to a pair of double-ball sneakers of more than ten yuan a pair. That was the standard for students at that time, and no one should laugh at anyone. So much so that Su Xiaocan's aesthetics did not grow with the increase of academic qualifications.

After college, of course, needless to say, the difference between a big city and a small city that does not enter the stream destroyed her eighteen years of aesthetics at once, and finally began to have a clear boundary with Tu Niu, such as girls, who are eighteen years old, and finally put on the first bra in their lives.

Thinking about those heart-filled pasts, Su Xiaocan wants to erase all these black histories.

Fortunately, now that she has been reborn, she will not let the black history reappear again. At the provincial class reunion, an old junior high school classmate with a good relationship broke the news that you were wearing a wide dress at that time, red like a bride, and you were about to blind others.

Of course, this history can no longer be erased, there is no need to recall, she was dizzy that day, she must have reported it in this dress. Thinking of this, she was even more congested.

After she recovers, the first thing she does is to clean herself up from head to toe, and she will no longer be ashamed of being a dirt girl.

Under this positive attitude, although Su Xiaocan still fainted at the same time and place, there are still some differences between the previous life and this life, at least the speed of recovery is different.

In his previous life, Su Xiaocan was sick for a week, and when he went to school the next week, he didn't get better, and he was sick for a long time before he got the nickname "sick seedling".

In this life, Su Xiaocan actively cooperated with the treatment, and wanted to go back to school as soon as possible to confirm whether that stupid fat dun was Cui Yimo who he was thinking about, and by Friday, he would be completely fine.

Su Xiaocan's idea is good, but it takes a lot of effort to actually take action.

First of all, the problem she has to face is that she has no money, and she is no longer the adult who had a job in her previous life and can support herself, but a poor little ghost who only has a dime of pocket money every day. She just wants to earn money now, she has no way and time, and more importantly, she is only twelve years old, where will she be accepted for child labor?!

Therefore, if she wants to be beautiful, the first thing she must do is to ask her parents for money, which is undoubtedly an unspeakable thing for adults in their thirties who have long been self-supporting and give their parents 500 yuan a month for living expenses.

In the past two days, when Su Xiaocan was recuperating, he had been making psychological hints to himself, telling himself, you are still a twelve-year-old child, don't feel ashamed. You see that you have just been born again, haven't you just started to see business opportunities? Soon, you will be able to earn back the money you buy clothes, and you have to believe in yourself.

In this way, after Su Xiaocan's illness recovered, she finally made up her mind, and talked to Zheng Shuxian, who was cooking at home at noon, about the things she needed to buy clothes for school, and she also carefully considered Zheng Shuxian's receptivity, and did not dare to say when she was cutting vegetables and stir-frying, for fear that she would either cut herself or threaten her with a knife.

Zheng Shuxian didn't think about it at first, their children were too leather, and they had never been dissatisfied with her about new clothes.

While kneading her dough, she said very heartily: "Didn't I just buy you two shirts during the holiday a few days ago? One red and one white, old and sturdy, enough for you to wear for a long time." ”

Su Xiaocan straightened his small body and explained seriously: "Mom, the situation is different now. When you bought those two shirts, I was studying at Sujia Middle School. Now I want to study in the city No. 5 middle school, and my classmates and teachers are all from the city. If I wear these clothes again now, when I go to school, I will be ridiculed and looked down upon by my classmates. ”

"What? ridicule, look down on me, this is a new dress that I have only bought for less than a month, who dares to say that I look down on us?" Zheng Shuxian didn't realize the problem yet, and thought that Su Xiaocan was making trouble about going to the city to study.