That's how we are, always in peace. We give compassion and tears to those who are in difficult circumstances and in bad circumstances, but few of them do it to help.

This ridiculous mercy that we never ask if anyone needs it.

Hearing Aunt Qian Mei say, my mind was a little hollow. Mo Tong's father turned out to be dead, and he was still so young. Mo Tong and her are simply carved out of the same mold, this is a very beautiful man.

And a few days ago, Mo Tong stopped going to school for a long time.

Her father helped her sell books to the scrap collectors, and he must have hated iron and steel.

Only her father cares about her studies in Mo Tong's family, and her mother only knows that she can dress up and go fishing for men. Mo Tong's father bought her a lot of review materials.

When I was selling books, her father packed a basket of books and put them on the pavement at the entrance of my house.

Mo Tong squatted indifferently and counted the books.

"Kiki, you pick a few books, and my uncle has sold them to the scrap collectors. Anyway, I can't use this unsuccessful daughter in my family. ”

"Uncle Xiaojin, even if Sister Tong doesn't go to school, this book can be kept as a souvenir."

I advised.

"Nan, you still have to sell all the books you go to?" Uncle Kojin looked at his daughter, who was already standing next to him.

Sister Tong on the side waved her hand in disgust, sniffing and choking, "Hurry up and sell it, I see that my head is big." There is a fart ...... in school."

I still want to persuade again, Uncle Xiaojin waved his hand at me, he didn't want to care about Mo Tong anymore, and he was happy with her.

I found that I started Chinese characters relatively early, and I was only 8 years old when I was in the first grade.

Half-new books were scattered on the ground, swaying the pages in the wind.

Profound characters leap on each piece of paper, attracting people to explore the secrets.

I simply squatted down and took it for a review.

A copy of "Anthology of New Concepts for High School Students" caught my attention, and I held it in my hand, as if I smelled the unique ink fragrance of the article, which invaded my heart and spleen.

An article called "Traces of Wings" caught my eye, when Dayi was a girl who was bent on death and committed suicide by cutting her veins and hanging a drip in the hospital. I found my mother, who had always been aggressive, sitting quietly in front of her hospital bed with gray hair and bloodshot eyes.

The girl began to realize that everyone has to go through hardships, like a migratory bird, flying high in the sky, leaving brilliant traces. How can you know the hardships of life without setbacks? How can we know the true meaning of fate without trauma; And the people closest to you are always by your side.

I'm not going to tell you that I didn't read it all until I was in sixth grade.

I sniffed the scent of the book and left this "Anthology of New Concepts for High School Students".

thanked Uncle Xiaojin and looked at Mo Tong, "Sister Tong, you don't like to look at me." Uh-huh? ”

Mo Tong looked at me with a smile on the side.

The eyes are not clear, but full of money and desire.

"You can do it."

Her shoulders unconsciously shrugged, and her cold voice was fascinating. The corners of his eyes are raised, and there is an indescribable romance.

The soft waist unconsciously swayed, like a breeze blowing through the willows, Zhong Lingyu was beautiful, and it became an ink painting.

Youth contains hope, longing, and joy. But when someone is self-indulgent, forgets his heart, and gets lost in the flow of gold and balance, what do you use to repay the tolerance of youth!