My name is Song Peng, a girl who wears pilling half-used clothes all the year round, uses half-used textbooks and raw homework books that have been used by others, and always uses half a pencil. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

From the above description, you may think that my family background is not good, in fact, although my parents are both workers, but they have stable jobs, it stands to reason that food and clothing are not worried, and I can eat meat during the New Year's holidays, but because I have a sister who is a year older than me, I used second-hand goods until the third grade, clothes, shoes, textbooks, and stationery.

That's right, you read that right, I even used my sister's used stationery. I heard my grandmother say that my mother had a difficult birth when she gave birth to my sister, and she almost passed, but fortunately, God blessed, and finally rescued her. So my parents doted on my sister so much that whatever she wanted would satisfy her, and she would discard it after a while every time, and what she didn't use naturally became mine.

I don't like it, I don't like it very much, but I don't know how to express my disgust to my parents, so I've kept this dislike to myself for as long as I can remember. Later, after going to school, other children laughed at me, saying that I couldn't afford to buy new clothes and stationery, and I lost my temper with my parents because of this, but my parents didn't agree with my idea, and they even told me not to compare with others, which is a very stupid thing.

I'm angry, I'm wronged, why do all the children have new stationery and textbooks, but I can only use what my sister has used, why do my parents only love my sister, not me, what do they say, what is comparison? I don't understand, I just know that the kids are laughing at me, laughing at my old clothes, laughing at my raw-edged homework book, laughing at everything about me.

My sister saw my indignation, she took me by the hand and bought me a lot of new stationery, and asked my mother to buy me new clothes, but despite this, I swore in my heart that when I grow up, I will make a lot of money, and everything will be new and good, and I will never use other people's leftovers.

But what I didn't expect was that I made this vow, which I didn't need to wait for me to grow up, but for a long time, I resisted and even rejected new clothes and stationery, because all of this was based on the death of my sister.

When I was in the second grade, my sister passed away, and that year there was a sadness in our family, and in that year, I rejected all new things, I don't know why this happened, obviously I hated my sister very much, but in that year I cried a lot and even cried every time I saw my sister's things.

This situation continued until the second year, when I was in the third grade, and the pain always passed, especially as a child, although I still felt sad when I thought of my sister, but I began to stop rejecting new things.

And in the same year, I met Wenwen, a girl with a good family background, a good family education and a good appearance.

I don't remember whose house I went to to do my homework that day, I only remember that the classmate brought warmth into the room and said to me: "Song Peng, this is the president of our class, warmth." ”

Big eyes, flickering eyelashes, and slightly baby fat pink cheeks made me have the idea that I want to go up and pinch it, it must feel good.

"Song Peng, hello, my name is Nuan." She grinned, and that smile was as warm as her name.

Because in the past few years, I have developed a withdrawn personality and don't like to make friends, although my life has changed now, but my personality has been developed, and it is not so easy to change.

So for a long time when I became friends with Warmth, I often asked myself why I became friends with her, and just that side of the relationship maintained this friendship until the third year of high school.

That's right, there's nothing wrong with your eyes, it's the third year of high school, and as for the university that Nuan Wen talked about, that's just her wishful thinking.

But before my junior year of high school, I really regarded her as my best friend, and I knew that she liked Sailor Moon, so I helped her find all kinds of Sailor Moon posters, and in the end, she even thought I liked Sailor Moon too.

Warm people are excellent, I sent her color posters, she gave me back snacks I haven't seen all over the world, it is said that his parents' friends from all over the country brought her, and all kinds of new gadgets, I remember that when Big Brother was just popular, Warm Uncle gave her a simulation model, when Warm deliberately took it to me to play, but I accidentally broke it, and it was broken in less than a day, but Warm just smiled and said it didn't matter, it was broken, we played something else.

There is not a single sentence of accusation, there is not a word of complaint, in my opinion, the big thing is light in her.

At that time, I was thinking, this friend is so good, so I cried outside my family for the first time, looking at the warmth of comforting me as if I was overwhelmed by my tears, but still pretending to be an adult, my tears were like opening the floodgates, gushing endlessly, and in the loss of emotional control, I told her about my sister.

Wen Wen didn't say anything after listening to it, just kept patting my back, and one by one it actually calmed my emotions down.

Since then, our relationship has become closer, in today's parlance, girlfriend, a word with a two-sided nature, and the two-sided nature of this word is vividly expressed between us.

I don't remember when it started, but there was a small rift between us, or maybe it was my heart.

We both grew up, and in the sixth grade, in the junior high school exam, she was at the top of her grades, and I was average, and it seems that it was at that time that my heart began to drift slowly.

I remember my parents yelling at me with their report cards, one by one, how warm is the warmth, how is the warmth, why I have such a good relationship with her, but the score difference is so big, why I can't study more with her, communicate more, and be the same teacher, why is she at the top, but I am only hovering in the middle. Why is it that I am warm and humble, filial and sensible, and I am always against them.

I laughed, are all adults like this? Say one thing and do another, I remember when I was young, they told me not to compare, but now they compare me with warmth, is this what is called a slap in the face now?

This incident was the culprit of my distraction, and although I didn't notice the change in my mentality at the time, it subtly changed me. (To be continued.) )