Narrator: Where does our story begin? Let me think about it, why don't we turn the gears of time back, one, two, three...... I see that dark, emaciated child, so let's start with her. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

My name is Blessing, and my classmates said that this name is dirty, just like a character who came out of the old society, but I don't think so, because this is my favorite grandmother who got it for me, and she said that I was the best gift God brought to her, and I should not have been born in this poor country, so she wanted to give me the most blessings.

Grandma said that because of my mother. She is a beautiful and cultured Shanghai woman, who was sent to Anhui and married her honest father who grows vegetables for a living. Later, the government introduced a policy of returning to Shanghai, but the married mother couldn't go back, so my grandmother kept saying that if there was no Grandpa Mao, she wouldn't have my baby granddaughter.

Although my grandmother felt ashamed of her mother, it seemed to me that my mother and father were very happy together. After so many years, although her mother has changed from an intellectual to a rural woman, she has never said that she regrets staying with her father.

It's just that she never wanted me to live in that barren land for the rest of my life, and my mother said to me since I was a child: "Fufu, when you grow up, go to Shanghai." ”

So, in my third year of junior high school, I dragged the red suitcase given to me by my grandmother and came to Shanghai alone to study.

Shanghai is a world of neon and traffic for me. In the countryside, after eight o'clock, every household closed their doors and windows and nested in the futon, but now, the train to Shanghai has passed nine o'clock, walking on the road, everything is so noisy, flashing huge lights, shuttling like fish-like vehicles, so high that you can't see the end of the building, although I also came to Shanghai with my mother a few times when I was a child, but every time I come back I still feel strange and novel.

"Fufu. "My uncle who came to pick me up showed up.

In my memory, my uncle was a kind person who cared for his family, and my aunt was a woman with a loud voice. Before leaving, my mother told me that I should be well-behaved and obedient when living in other people's homes, don't trouble adults to wash my clothes, do more housework when I have time, and most importantly, never talk back to my aunt. So, when I saw my chubby aunt, I bowed very respectfully ninety degrees.

"Oh, why is this kid so outside. "My aunt was not as terrible as she imagined, her face was round and white, like a meat bun.

I took off my shoes and was about to walk into my new home, but my aunt suddenly grabbed me: "Wait a minute. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and cautiously raised my head, and my aunt unhurriedly took out a strip of cloth and pulled me into the corridor.

"It's dusty outside, I'll help you clean up. As she spoke, my aunt waved the strip of cloth and whipped it on me, making me spin in circles as she pumped it back.

After cleaning up, I stepped into the house, saw their small and tidy house, and finally understood why my aunt had just behaved.

I was a little trembling and didn't dare to sit down easily, and my aunt smiled and said, "Come, I'll take you to your sister's room, and you will live together in the future." ”

My uncle has a daughter who is three years older than me, her skin is so white that I can see the meridians surging underneath, I have never felt black before, but standing with her suddenly feels a little awkward.

"Oh, what kind of clothes are you, you can't wear them. She rummaged through the luggage I had brought, and shook her head helplessly, "How can you say that you are also my sister, I really can't stand it." ”

She turned around and took out a pink princess dress from the closet and compared it to me, "OK, you'll wear this tomorrow." ”

She looked at me a little blank and smiled like a doll: "I can't wear it anymore, it's just right that you're so thin." ”

I touched the soft skirt, and my heart warmed: Mom, grandma, you don't have to worry, my uncle's family is very good to me.

The next day, I put on the princess dress and looked in front of the mirror, is it too beautiful for me?

My aunt said, "It's okay, as long as you live in Shanghai for a few years, your rustic spirit will fade." ”

I didn't care about what my aunt said about "rustic", I was originally from the countryside, how could I compare with my cousin who grew up in Shanghai.

In my imagination, a Shanghai girl should be like her cousin, with skin as white as ceramic, a voice full of honey, and an inexplicable sense of superiority in her gestures. However, this stereotype was quickly shattered.

This person is the neighbor who goes to and from school with his cousin every day - Lou Junshu.

When I first saw Lou Junshu, I was quite similar to her name, with short hair, tall hair, and a sportswear, and at first glance I thought I was a handsome boy.

She lit me up and down for a while, and said to her cousin, "Is your family rich, why do you have nothing to do with hiring a Filipino maid?"

"Don't talk nonsense, she's my cousin, called Blessing. ”

"Blessings? Lou Junshu raised his head and laughed, "I thought it was Xianglin's sister-in-law, good girl, are you really relatives?"

Lou Junshu approached me, and I was very uncomfortable to see, and shrank back vigorously.

"Take a closer look, in addition to the black spots, her facial features are not bad, a little bit of your shadow. Come on, go to your mother's to get some powder, and we'll smear her to see if it's an uncut piece of jade?"

"How much powder does she have to use to smear her face white, my mother's powder is more than 200 a box, and if she finds out, she will kill me. ”

"Your mother has no evidence, what are you afraid of, just don't admit it. Gotta go get some flour. Lou Junshu couldn't help but pull me to sit on the chair, lift my bangs and look left and right.

I have never been so closely watched by a woman other than my mother and grandmother, and besides, this woman is so handsome, my heart can't help but be nervous.

"Is this all right?" said my cousin with a can of flour, suspicious.

"Why not, little chocolate girl, you say yes?" Lou Junshu winked playfully at me.

My face turned red and I looked down and muttered, "What, chocolate?"

"Of course it's a good thing, I'll give you chocolate when you're obedient. Lou Junshu's smiling look made me unable to refuse.

So under the depressive abduction, I was taken for human experiments, and I was not a ghost, in exchange for a packet of so-called chocolate candy and the exaggerated appearance of them laughing backwards and forwards.

Since then, "chocolate" has become my nickname, and not only that, but I have also become the object of Lou Junshu's frequent teasing, either asking me to climb trees to catch the valve core or instructing me to run errands and buy things. Gradually, I began to hate her a little, and when I saw her, I took a detour, but she ran out like a kraft candy and scared me, not remembering the last time I almost made me cry. What I hate the most is that every time she finishes something bad, she looks heartless and careless, because she usually has a sweet and likable mouth, so adults will not blame her even if they know that she is doing naughty things, but always want us to keep up with her in learning.

I studied in one of the top key schools in Shanghai, divided into high school and junior high school, Lou Junshu is a good student in the mouth of adults, and he jumped two levels in a row when he was in elementary school, and then went straight to high school (I only then learned that she and I were the same age), so she was often invited to the junior high school to give learning speeches. But since I met Lou Junshu, and she happened to learn that I was doing well, I became a slave to her writing speeches, not because I was willing to do such an annoying thing, but because there was a reason.

As we all know, Shanghainese people have a tendency to be xenophobic, although my clothes are outdated (because it is my cousin's), but in the eyes of others there is always a bit of nondescriptry, coupled with a serious accent, backward thinking, everything is a look of dirt buns, so I soon became the target of boys' bullying, even girls do not like to talk to me, I am often alone in the class, alone and turbid.

But one day, Lou Junshu took the opportunity to come to junior high school to visit me suddenly and invited me to lunch. When I returned to the classroom, I was surrounded by my classmates. Only then did I know that Lou Junshu turned out to be such a famous person, and my cousin seemed to be a well-known beauty among boys. Because of the common topic, I felt part of the group for the first time, and when I got home, I excitedly told Lou Junshu about everyone's performance.

Lou Junshu had an expression that I already knew: "How do you want to thank me?"

"Thank you, thank you. "For the first time, I felt that being bullied by Lou Junshu was not a bad thing.

"Ha, is it only verbal? Chocolate, is it good to act a little? You must know that I am pulling you at the risk of being betrayed by you in the future. ”

"And how do you want me to thank you?" I replied timidly.

"I'm writing a speech that's giving me a headache, so you can do it for me. Lou Junshu said and threw a knife of paper in front of me.

"I, what can I do? I shoved the paper towards her.

Lou Junshu held it down and crooked the corners of his mouth: "Of course you can't do it, I'm going to polish it." Don't be verbose, I'll hand in the first draft tomorrow. If I find out that you didn't put a hundred hearts into writing, be careful that I will beat you up. ”

In this way, in the heavy study of the third year of junior high school, I had to take time to become a text slave of Lou Junshu from time to time.

My cousin comforted me and said, "I can see that Xiaoshu likes you very much." ”

Although I admit that in front of outsiders, she does not behave excessively, and even sometimes protects me, but that is all appearance, Lou Junshu is simply a chameleon, I have seen her face more than once, and there is a demonic heart buried under her good baby's face. And I, unfortunately, became the plaything of this little devil, although I once tried to resist a little, but the so-called Tao is a foot high, and the end of resistance caused Lou Junshu to double down on my bullying, and her most common mantra to me is: Chocolate, you know I have a picture of your flour girl in my hand.