At night, Yan Fei opened the wooden box. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This is a meeting gift from Yu Zhongliang.

The moment the lid opened, she was still shocked. The wooden box is full of jewelry, which can also be said to be vintage jewelry. This piece is a masterpiece that shocks the world, both in texture and color, impeccable.

A letter lies prominently in the most prominent position.

"Wu Erqi:

Mommy loves you my baby.

Mom can't wait to see you, I'm leaving, my child, Mommy can't stand you!

At this time of death, the person I want to see most is you, my daughter. I have done a lot of things in my life that go against my will, and I have left you behind in order to complete the work of organizing and arranging the deployment, which is the biggest sacrifice for the troops in my life.

After liberation, I wanted to find you, but after several twists and turns, I heard from you, but I heard that you had been taken away......

This sad news made me feel painful for a while.

I've heard you crying countless nights, you've been calling out "Mommy" one after another, and I've been waking up in tears every time.

I am an incompetent daughter and an irresponsible mother. I have been ashamed of many people in my life, but the person I am most sorry for is you, my daughter.

If you cry, if you suffer, if you are sick, if you are afraid...... My baby, my mother can't be by your side to accompany you, this is the most regrettable thing in my mother's life, and please understand me, it is not easy for a revolutionary female comrade.

Child, this jewelry box is my dowry box, your grandfather is the patriarch of the ancient family in Xi'an, and once gave me thirteen boxes of dowry, all of which I used to support the revolutionary cause, this box was left to me by your grandmother, I can't take it and sell it, so I leave it to you. There are also four dowry girls, but they were all dismissed by me after I eliminated their slavery. If you need it in the future, you can go to them and do something for you.

Child, mommy loves you!"

A heartfelt letter. It was a letter written by my grandmother to Yan Fei's mother.

The letter was in Yan Fei's hands, and the box of dowry was also her private property. She folded the letter and put it back in the box.

Guan Yanxia has suffered all her life, and she didn't get a good end when she died. In Yan Fei's memory, her mother was a capable woman, kind and kind, she remembered that her mother never wore a piece of jewelry from head to toe, and a blue checkered headscarf was wrapped around her head all the year round.

In her mother's limited life, that hijab was her most iconic image.

Now, everything her mother should have has been given to Yan Fei......

There is no if in the world, if there is, Yan Fei hopes that her mother can survive. She thought: How nice it would be if her mother lived!

That night, Yan Fei dreamed of her mother for the first time, and she couldn't cry herself.

No. 1 Middle School opened.

Yan Fei was the last to report for duty.

The principal asked to see her by name. Yan Guodong once again acted as a parent, took her to the principal's office, and listened to praise and high hopes.

Coincidentally, I met Du Mingfeng in the principal's office.

Du Mingfeng stood in the corner, looking at Yan Fei's treatment as a VIP, and there was a moment of imbalance in his heart. He listened in silence to their conversation for a while, and his heart really couldn't be calm.

After two years of elementary school, he was admitted to junior high school with a perfect score!

What made Du Mingfeng even more awkward was that the little girl pretended not to know him, and looked at him with unfamiliar eyes from beginning to end.

After Yan Fei and her uncle left, Du Mingfeng made a statement.

"Principal, if you put me and that girl in the same class, I can promise not to be naughty in school, not to repeat a grade, not to make trouble for you, how about it?"

"Do you know which class that girl is going to?" the headmaster sat back in his chair and looked at the boy in front of him with a smile, his old friend was heartbroken for the child.

I've been studying for two years in the first year of junior high school, so it's hard to compare to a little girl. Du Mingfeng said this without confidence.

This is how the student life of No. 1 Middle School began.

Yan Fei became the youngest classmate in the class. For a time, the whole school was famous.

The day of the opening ceremony.

The noon sun made people's scalps tingle, and the teachers and students of No. 1 Middle School were sitting in the middle of the playground listening to the principal's encouragement, and the red school uniforms set off the immature and red little faces.

When the students in the audience were disgusted with the principal for talking too much, Yan Fei didn't want to speak with a gloomy face.

Wei Xiang is the head teacher of the second class of junior high school and Yan Fei's head teacher. He threw a manuscript to Yan Fei and asked her to give a speech on stage on an occasion like today.

This is obviously pulling hatred!

Yan Fei doesn't want to be a popular figure in the first middle school, there are many troubles, many things, and she is naïve. Being jealous of a group of children, and then squeezing you everywhere, she feels speechless when she thinks about it.

After the principal's tirade, the host gave the microphone to the director of the teaching office, and dozens of minutes later, Yan Fei was named on the stage.

Yan Fei thought back to the experience of the two lives, as if she had never spoken out loud in front of so many people, let alone read a manuscript of thousands of words like today.

Yan Fei pretended to be very indifferent, coughed softly and tried the microphone, and the volume of the microphone was moderate.

The immature voice sounded sweetly, Yan Fei read aloud like a poet, expressing the feelings between the words in standard Mandarin, and her eyes occasionally left the manuscript paper to look into the distance.

The students in the audience were quiet, and the commotion caused by Yan Fei's on-stage was calmed by her loud speech.

“…… I am the daughter of the mountain, and I know that it is not easy for poor people, and only reading can change our destiny. People say I'm a genius, but in the dead of night, I'm hanging from the beam. ……”

Du Mingfeng thought that this manuscript was written by Yan Fei himself, he really listened to it, and he was shocked again. I wanted to clean up Yan Fei's heart in an instant. even felt how shameless he was in the past, so he would waste his life with his parents' money.

When Yan Fei walked down from the stage, the audience applauded.

The head teacher, Wei Xiang, applauded the hardest. The manuscript was written by him, he thought that Yan Fei still couldn't understand the deep meaning, he didn't think that the little girl could read that feeling, but she did!

The opening ceremony is over! Yan Fei's fame spread throughout the county.

Most people have just heard that a 10-year-old girl has been admitted to the No. 1 Middle School.

Of course, Yanjia Village also had a little news, but no one thought of Yan Fei, although the whole village knew that Yan Fei was also ten years old.

Yan Fei's study pressure is even greater. The eyes of the teachers and students of the whole school looked at her: If you don't take the first place in the school, you will be sorry for us!

Liang Lan said

Ben Lan has something to say:

I'm sorry, my dear goddesses, I broke my leg yesterday when I moved to my new home, and I didn't have a chance to sit down and code words.