A

As soon as class ended, Jiang Ziruo took out the mirror from her schoolbag, pinched it with one hand, patted her cheek lightly with the other, and then straightened her bangs again. After looking in the mirror, I ran out of the classroom with satisfaction and chatted with my classmates.

Yang Xiaoqiong, who was sitting in the back row with love painted on the face of the years, smiled disdainfully when she saw this. Yang Xiaoqiong was admitted from a rural middle school, she wore a simple T-shirt and white-washed jeans, and her short hair was ear-length, and she looked capable. But as soon as she stood up and walked, the sequelae of polio were immediately exposed. That limping walking posture had brought her endless ridicule from a very young age. When she was young, she secretly cried many times, but now she is used to it, and she puts all her mind on studying, and ignores those inconsequential ridicules.

When she reported on the first day of school, after reading the list of freshmen, Yang Xiaoqiong remembered the name Jiang Ziruo. They were admitted to the best high school in the city with tied high scores. Yang Xiaoqiong has always only focused on classmates who study well. It's just that when she saw Jiang Ziruo for the first time, her heart was turbulent. She felt that God favored Jiang Ziruo too much, she was so beautiful and her grades were so good. In her previous impression, beautiful girls do not have good grades, and the more beautiful they are, the worse their grades are. But Jiang Ziruo is an exception, thinking of this, Yang Xiaoqiong couldn't help but feel sad in her heart, and she began to sigh about her disabled leg again.

Looking at Jiang Ziruo who smiled like a flower every day, Yang Xiaoqiong felt angry in her heart, especially when she looked in the mirror after class, she was even more sneering, but when she saw her running happily and saw her two slender and healthy legs, Yang Xiaoqiong's heart was gloomy. Sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, who doesn't want to be as youthful and bright as a flower?

B

The happy Jiang Ziruo won everyone's favor in a few days, and her smiling face made people feel like a spring breeze, but Yang Xiaoqiong hated her. If he and Jiang Zi are just meeting for the first time and have nothing to do with each other, how can they hate her? She is beautiful, has good grades, and is she popular, is she jealous? Yang Xiaoqiong couldn't answer herself.

The classmates in the class are all the best in the original school, and it can be said that there are "masters gathered" here, and Yang Xiaoqiong can no longer find the feeling of "being on top" in the past. In the first math unit quiz, Yang Xiaoqiong actually ranked fifth, and Jiang Ziruo still took the lead. She has a lot of fun all day long, and she has spent so much effort to be so far behind her? Yang Xiaoqiong couldn't figure it out, and her heart was full of frustration.

At the end of class that day, Jiang Ziruo turned around and said in a friendly manner: "Xiaoqiong, let's go out for a walk together, don't be bored in the classroom all day!" Yang Xiaoqiong was stunned for a moment, she looked at Jiang Ziruo in confusion, and said, "Are you calling me?" "Yes, let's go!" Jiang Ziruo smiled and took Yang Xiaoqiong's hand. Faced with Jiang Ziruo's sudden enthusiasm, Yang Xiaoqiong subconsciously retracted her hand behind her back and said, "You go, I'll just sit down." After Jiang Ziruo went out, Yang Xiaoqiong silently looked at her back and thought, can we walk together? She lowered her head and stroked her leg in silence.

"Ziruo, why are you looking for yourself to be boring! That country girl rarely goes out of the classroom, don't you know that she has a lame leg? A boy said. What do you say? It's all classmates. Jiang Ziruo glared dissatisfiedly and said. The other classmates quickly changed the topic, and a group of people chatted enthusiastically about the Feilun Sea concert for a while.

Yang Xiaoqiong lay on the table, but her ears clearly listened to the voices of her classmates. In this class, she is increasingly unable to find her place. No matter how hard you study, you can't get the first place like in the past. In the past, in rural middle schools, she easily took the lead, and teachers and classmates liked her.

Yang Xiaoqiong is alone, lonely in her heart, she envies Jiang Ziruo, but in the face of Jiang Ziruo's friendship, she deliberately refuses, and there is an inexplicable tragedy in her heart. Stubborn, she secretly decided that she must compete with Jiang Ziruo in her studies. Jiang Ziruo didn't seem to know that Yang Xiaoqiong was deliberately alienated from her, and during recess, she would always turn around and invite her to take a walk on the playground together. "What a hypocrisy!" Facing Jiang Ziruo's enthusiasm, Yang Xiaoqiong couldn't help but think in her heart, does she really not understand that I am refusing?

C

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was almost Christmas. Jiang Ziruo proposed to the teacher that he hoped to hold a party at Christmas, and the whole class would participate, so that everyone could relax. Lao Ban readily agreed, and he also saw that everyone was working hard, but the combination of work and rest was the most effective way to learn. After the announcement, Yang Xiaoqiong was the first to raise her hand against it, saying that she was not available that night. There was a sigh in the classroom, and everyone was muttering, saying that Yang Xiaoqiong, a country girl, had no collective concept at all. Others said that she might be afraid of making a fool of herself, and her lame leg was unsightly. With a back like a man, Yang Xiaoqiong was so aggrieved that tears welled up in her eyes. Her birthday was on Christmas, and when she looked at the calendar the other day and knew that Christmas was on Friday, she told her mother that she was going home that night for her birthday.

Jiang Ziruo turned around and asked softly, "Xiao Qiong, do you need help with anything?" ”

Yang Xiaoqiong glared at her fiercely and said, "Don't worry about my business." ”

At the end of class, Jiang Ziruo turned to Yang Xiaoqiong again and said, "Xiaoqiong, do you have any opinions about me?" Can you tell me? ”

"How dare you? How dare I have an opinion about you. Yang Xiaoqiong said angrily. Every time I faced Jiang Ziruo and saw her smiling face, I felt a deep sense of frustration in my heart. Yang Xiaoqiong didn't understand how this could happen? She has been studying hard, but every time she takes the exam, it is difficult to get the ideal ranking, and Jiang Ziruo, why should she study and play at the same time. I've been watching her for a long time, and she hasn't worked very hard. Heaven favors her so much? Yang Xiaoqiong thought.

"I see, Xiao Qiong, you've always been unconvinced of me, haven't you?" Jiang Ziruo said.

As soon as someone guessed what was in her mind, Yang Xiaoqiong shouted angrily: "What if it's true? ”

"You care too much and are too nervous, so every time you take the exam, you are like a big enemy, in such a nervous psychological situation, can you perform normally? And are scores really that important? Isn't youth meant to be enjoyed? Why lock yourself in the classroom all day, immersed in books, are you happy? Jiang Ziruo said flatly, with a shallow smile on his face all the time.

"You laugh at me for being a nerd? Before, I wasn't like that. Yang Xiaoqiong was full of grievances.

"Get back to your old mood and you'll be happy. If you are in a good mood, you will be in a good state of study. After Jiang Ziruo finished speaking, she walked straight out of the classroom, and there were already a few classmates calling her outside.

After Jiang Ziruo walked away, Yang Xiaoqiong was still sitting upright, feeling like a cloud. She carefully considered Jiang Ziruo's words, and felt that there was indeed some truth: if you are in a good mood, your learning state will be good, and only in this way can you regain your initial self-confidence.

The homeroom teacher attaches great importance to this party, and as soon as school is over, he comes to find Yang Xiaoqiong. Yang Xiaoqiong said her reason in a low voice. "Wouldn't it be nice to have everyone celebrate your birthday with you? They are all classmates, and we communicate more and make progress together. The teacher said.

"Hmm." Yang Xiaoqiong decided to call her parents after school.

When she walked out of the classroom, she saw Jiang Ziruo still standing in the corridor.

"Ziruo, you, the head of the class, have to care about every classmate, you two talk, I'll go first." The old class left with a smile. Jiang Ziruo made a grimace, and after the old class left, she quickly ran to Yang Xiaoqiong's side and whispered, "Use my mobile phone to call!" Sorry, I didn't understand it beforehand. ”

Looking at Jiang Ziruo's sincere smile, Yang Xiaoqiong did not refuse. After the phone call, for the first time, they had a frank exchange.

D

On Christmas Day, the streets and alleys reverberate with the melody of "Jingle Bell, Ding Ding ......", which is simple but melodious. The streets are full of people, and the campus is bustling with activity. The students were running in and out, busy setting up the classroom. When Jiang Ziruo was about to go to the street to buy latte art, Yang Xiaoqiong said: "Ziruo, you can buy a few pieces of colored paper and come back, and I will cut latte art." ”

"Really? You've got that talent, hehe, but you've saved a lot of money. "Jiang Ziruo smiled like a flower. She said as she quickly made a list of items to buy on a piece of paper.

Everyone showed their talents, divided labor and cooperated, and soon the classroom was beautifully decorated. Yang Xiaoqiong's latte art cut was hung above the classroom, beautiful, and everyone couldn't help but "tsk" and admire it. "Little Joan, your hands are so skillful! Teach me when you want. Jiang Ziruo said admiringly. Okay, as long as you like. Yang Xiaoqiong couldn't help but be overjoyed, she hadn't been as happy as she was today for a long time. It's always nice to be admired and noticed, especially in the prime of sixteen or seventeen.

The Christmas party was a great success, and every student sang and danced to their heart's content, and laughter was flying. Yang Xiaoqiong was originally only going to sing one song, but she couldn't help Jiang Ziruo's soft and hard work, and she dragged her up to dance together. The dynamic music, the lights were blurred, and all the students were huddled together and writhing their young bodies, waving their hands in the air, shouting loudly in their mouths, and their faces were full of happy expressions. Maybe it's the result of the atmosphere rendering, Yang Xiaoqiong was surrounded by everyone, and for the first time, she threw up her hair and danced her body to the music.

When the music ended, Jiang Ziruo walked to the middle of the classroom, she cleared her throat and said, "Today is the birthday of Yang Xiaoqiong in our class, let's sing a birthday song for her, okay?" ”

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! The classmates sang this birthday song in unison, and in the loud singing, Jiang Ziruo walked in front of Yang Xiaoqiong with a big cake in both hands. Happy birthday to you, Joan! This is the wish of the whole class, and I hope you will enjoy it! Jiang Ziruo said sincerely. Yang Xiaoqiong was stunned, she couldn't believe that the whole class would wish her birthday, the joy in her heart was like a burning flame, Yang Xiaoqiong was so excited that she burst into tears. The lights went out suddenly, and Jiang Ziruo lit the first candle for Yang Xiaoqiong. A few classmates came to help, and everyone said words of blessing and lit sixteen red candles one by one. The orange-red candlelight burning in Huohuo reflects the innocent smiling faces, as bright as flowers.

Yang Xiaoqiong looked at it and couldn't help but burst into tears. She choked up and said, "Thank you!" Thank you! "Blow out the candles and make a wish!" Some classmates are shouting loudly. The song of birthday wishes sounded again, Yang Xiaoqiong blew out the candles, made a wish, she held Jiang Ziruo's hand tightly, not knowing how to release her excitement and joy. For months, she had been wrapping herself up, not socializing with the classmates around her, feeling that everyone was isolating her, but now, she understood that this was not the case, that she was popular in the class, and that everyone wanted to be friends with her.

E

is still a strong opponent in learning, but Yang Xiaoqiong will never be jealous of Jiang Ziruo anymore, they are as good as sisters. But Yang Xiaoqiong always had a question she wanted to ask Jiang Ziruo, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked: "Ziruo, why do you love stinky beauty so much, and look in your small round mirror all day long?" ”

"Huh." Jiang Ziruo didn't speak, he smiled first, and after thinking about it, he said, "What's wrong with stinky beauty?" I just love beauty, because I love life! ”

"If you love life, you have to look in the mirror all day long? What logic? I don't understand. Yang Xiaoqiong asked suspiciously.

"I love to live beautifully, so that I can have a good mood every day. Life is meant to be enjoyed, not just to be lived. Every girl has her own beauty, and she shows her best side to everyone, isn't it? My little mirror is my 'grooming mirror'......" Jiang Ziruo said.

Yang Xiaoqiong doesn't understand, but what does it matter? After all, every girl is unique, she admires Jiang Ziruo, her enthusiasm and sincerity, and her youthful atmosphere and enthusiasm for life. Just like Jiang Ziruo said to her, "Paint love on the face of the years, when we look back on the past of our youth, there will be no regrets in our hearts, there will be just deep attachment and touching."