"Mother-in-law, have you lost your mind?"

She...... What did she just see?

Mother-in-law, is she going to drink medicine? Rat poison!

The blood-like color fascinated Yan Mei's eyes, and it also fascinated her heart.

Silence, silence again!

Yan Mei was extremely sad and angry, and stepped forward with an arrow to sweep down the bowl of rat poison, the culprit who seemed to show off her might.

Click.

The sharp sound of porcelain falling to the ground sounded, and Yan Mei subconsciously hid her trembling hands behind her back.

She was still questioning, and tears broke down in her eyes: "Mother-in-law, you also want to leave me...... Are we it? ”

"No, it's not like that! Yan'er, you listen to your mother-in-law, I can't help it! I really can't live anymore! ”

It turns out that the good life she thought was actually always had two faces.

One for innocent and ignorant children.

A pair for mature and sensible adults.

The former does not know the bitterness of the latter, so he has the courage of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

The latter, do not dare the former sour. Therefore, there is a heroism of knocking out teeth and swallowing them in the stomach.

Often, the cause of this is nothing more than poverty and disease.

In the case of Zou, it is precisely the fusion of the two.

It's really helpless!

I don't know when it started, Zou gradually felt weak in his body, and it was accompanied by a dull pain in the lower abdomen between the waist and hips.

That kind of pain is bursts of pain, waves of sudden attacks, just like Mama Rong holding a needle to puncture crape myrtle, random and vicious, which is impossible to ignore.

At first, she found some folk remedies and ate some unknown or well-known medicinal herbs to relieve her pain.

When it dragged on to the point where she couldn't ignore it, she pressed her deflated purse and went to a medicine tube.

The doctor in charge of the medicine was very young, he looked at her body, asked a few more questions very professionally, and then pretended to speak.

In short, you listen to me, take the medicine according to my prescription, and come every now and then to ensure that the medicine is cured.

The man was confident, but the medicine he prescribed didn't seem to work.

Zou was still dying in pain, and she thought that the home remedies would work, so she also searched for them from time to time.

Coming and going, long-term illness becomes a disease, and there is no medical treatment.

And the last straw that broke Zou was the desperate letter from the big hospital in the town.

In the desperate book, there are a lot of words, and the uneducated Zou only memorizes the key points.

What's the point?

Two words, tumor.

It's still late!

What could be more sad than knowing that your time is short?

Yes. That's sickness.

Death is often not terrible, what is terrible is the torture before death!

Zou is afraid of being tortured, so he will seek death regardless of it.

However, Yan Mei, who was still in the period of ignorance, how did she know about the pain of the Zou family?

Yes, she doesn't understand.

Therefore, she blurted out that it is better to die than to live, envying others without knowing it.

This is the estrangement between people, a generation gap that has nothing to do with emotions.

It is also the youth and twilight of the state of mind.

After this day, Yan Mei had a new secret, a secret between her and her mother-in-law Zou.

A secret that the mouth cannot speak, and the heart cannot think.

Compared with being discovered in secret, Yan Mei is more afraid of Zou's ignorance and looking for death and life.

Fortunately, nothing like this has ever happened again.

But Yan Mei couldn't breathe this breath from beginning to end, like a bone stuck in her throat, which was uncomfortable.

Painful days will eventually pass, and so will holidays.

On the day she left her mother-in-law's house, Yan Mei was more reluctant than any day before, as if this was the eternal separation between heaven and man.

She's in pain!

Because she still has to learn; She still has her own life path to plan; She can't be independent yet.

It's all things she needs to do.

She's struggling!

But there is nothing to be done.

Returning to the class group again, Yan Mei's mood changed drastically, and she was silent a lot, as if this small classroom could no longer accommodate the tumbling tide in her heart, and there was a danger of being beaten out.

It was her gaze that looked outside, more often, firmly.

People who don't know the truth probably think how much she likes the outside environment.

It's also funny.

Even if you return to the class, how can you miss this thing, donations.

That's right, the charity donation went ahead as scheduled.

But it was such a helpful and selfless dedication that made Yan Mei very sad.

The reason for sorrow is simply because he wants to open his mouth and ask for money.

Oh, some people are probably confused, asking just to ask for money from adults, how can it rise to the level of sorrow?

Absolutely.

You must know that our pocket money is very small, pitifully small, and it comes and goes, most of the time.

In this regard, we are also quite considerate of adults.

After all, it's not easy for them to provide us with such a big deal.

Oh, and it's not easy to make money.

How can we get used to it in every way?

No.

Alas, the adults are also sorrowful!

Speaking of sorrow, Yan Mei couldn't help but recall the scene this morning.

As usual every Monday, Yan Mei got up, washed, ate, and then put on her schoolbag and prepared to leave for school.

Unlike in the past, Yan Mei, who has always been positive, refused to go out this morning, probably because she couldn't ask for money.

She's struggling!

No, Yan Mei still remembers the fake money that happened some time ago, and she is really ashamed to ask for money.

Of course, the reason that can make her ashamed is nothing more than worrying that her grandfather will be embarrassed, afraid that he will not be able to take it out; The other is that he is afraid that her grandfather will be angry and reprimanded her.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be sent, Yan Mei had no choice but to muster up the courage to come to Tian Guan, who was washing pots and pans, and rubbed the shoulder straps on both sides of the schoolbag, and opened her mouth hesitantly: "Grandpa, I need some money, because the school organized a charity donation to raise funds for the compatriots in the Wenchuan earthquake." ”

My grandfather didn't say anything, just bowed his head, and with his hands and feet, he quickly took out an old wallet wallet from his jacket pocket, and took out a new 5 yuan bill from it, and handed it to me.

I was amazed at how good my grandfather was to speak, but my eyes couldn't help but wander to my grandfather's wallet, well, inside.

The situation inside is very bleak, and when swept away, it seems that the amount of 5 yuan bills is the largest face value.

Sure enough, the family is not financially well-off. Yan Mei had expected this.

She couldn't bear to look at it after all.

At this moment, Yan Mei sat in her seat, looking at the classmates sent by Teacher Wang to collect the money, and her heart was mixed.

After looking at it for a while, she estimated that the classmate would not be able to reach her side for a while, so she looked down at the flat five-yuan bill she was holding in her hand.

The noisy voices in my ears continued, and they were generally greetings about the amount of each other's donations.

The amount is not uniform, there are more and less, large and small, but it depends on the individual, the family's economy, and willingness to pay.

Like Yan Mei and their class, the amount of money donated by everyone is that no one cares about anyone, like 5 yuan, 10 yuan, 15 yuan, 20 yuan...... Money is available.

What is interesting is that Ji Liming donated 100 yuan.

A full hundred yuan, he not only opened the eyes of the students, but also made the teachers happy and praised.

Mr. Wang said that his selfless dedication and love are worth learning from everyone, and asked the students to applaud and welcome him.

Yan Mei listened to it, and she couldn't help clapping her hands, she had no opinion on this at all, and she was also very sympathetic to the compatriots who suffered a lot in the earthquake.

She wished them well!!

It is best to rebuild your home as soon as possible, forget about the damage, step out of the shadows, and face the rising sun.

However, Mr. Wang also said that each of our donations, no matter how big or small, is also a sign of love and kindness.

He also said: We are the same.

We are the same. Yan Mei silently recited this sentence, which seemed interesting and had an endless aftertaste.

She loved it.

As the days passed, the aftermath of the earthquake seemed to fade away, as if a stone had sunk into a pond, and it could no longer stir up the waves.

On this day, Yan Mei was playing with Yuan Qi the small stick bridge and beam removal game that became popular in the first grade, and she had a lot of fun.

[The author has something to say: In view of some classmates who have no childhood, I will popularize the above game.

As the name suggests, the game is a small game made up of a bunch of small wooden sticks.

Sticks can be small rounded branches or small sticks cut from any wood.

Na, I suggest that it is best to use bamboo to sharpen a small stick, tsk, it feels great!

Play it, you can be at will, pinch it, put it in the room, and the bridge will be built.

It should be noted that you should not touch or touch the other stick, or several sticks, when you are holding one of the sticks! It's the rule! 】

During this period, Yuan Qi mysteriously said to her: "Sister Yan, I ......"

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted, Yan Mei looked at her, and said quite proudly: "Stop, please call me by name from now on!" ”

Yuan Qi was not angry, but said: "Isn't it just a change of name, as for Cheng Tian to be like this?" ”

"As for!"

Yan Mei smiled, she had been soaking her family for a long time before she had a proper name, could she not be happy?

No!

"Okay, okay. Screaming, Yan Zifu, Yan Zifu. Okay, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Now, Yan Zifu, I have a secret now, do you want to hear it?"

"I don't want to."

Yan Mei, who was still immersed in the joy of changing her name, didn't raise her head, and blurted out if she refused.

"......" Yuan Qi did not give up, and persuaded: "So ruthless? Don't, Zifu. Listen to it, you'll be interested! ”

Yan Mei, oh no, Yan Zifu glanced at her and said jokingly: "Oh? Muzi, where did you learn about the morning news? Gee. Wouldn't it be the class flower in the next class next door who fell in love and changed objects, right? I'm not interested in that. ”

"Yes, no, no. This time it wasn't from the next class, it was Ji Liming from our class who had a crush on Bai Xiangyu and was reported to the head teacher. But that's not exciting, is it? The exciting thing is that the person Bai Xiangyu likes is Han Yan! ”

"Yo, you know that? Mu Ziqi, you can pick up the corners of the wall! Say, how do you know? ”

"That's it. In my sister's place, the people who can play chess with me don't know where to go! ”

"Getting to the point."

"Ahem, I saw Bai Xiangyu handing out a love letter to Han Yan."

"How do you know it's a love letter and nothing else?"

"Heh, such a chic color envelope, the old lady doesn't know how many have been written, can you still read it wrong? Zifu, you'll find it incredible, right? ”

"Uh...... Be. ”

Yan Zifu is embarrassed, her tablemate and friend's quirk, likes to write all kinds of letters to people who match her eyes, oh no, love letters.

It's weird...... Blame boring.

It is worth mentioning that she Mu Ziqi also wrote a love letter to Han Yan, who is a class grass.

Ask Yan Zifu how she learned about this, and she will tell you very depressed, because she not only read the letter, but was almost sent by that guy to deliver the letter.

Fortunately, she sternly refused, and said conclusively: "This is your heart, how dare I send it for you, in case someone takes it and doesn't look at it, throw it away." Let's say that you have no sincerity at all, then aren't you a bamboo basket for water? Wasted your thousand words into a book. Yes, how pitiful! ”

Mu Ziqi thought about it and actually figured it out, Yan Zifu said that this was her happiest time.

Knowing this, did she still need to run errands for her before?

What kind of troublesome seniors and juniors still need her to care?

Hey, it's a regret!

Sure enough, in the afternoon of the same day, Yuan Qi confessed to Han Yan, oh no, he sent a love letter.

Hey, in the end, it's half a catty.

But what neither of them expected was that the usually gentle and elegant person was particularly irritable today, Yuan Qi bluntly said that she hit the stove today and provoked the fire.

She came back and complained to Yan Zifu and complained: "Phew, Han Yan's wood!" I really don't know the hearts of good people! What Lao Tzu worked so hard to write was torn into scum by him. Hmph, Zifu, didn't you see his arrogant and indifferent look, the old lady couldn't wait to crumple him and throw him on the ground and step on his feet! ......”

"Uh...... Then why don't you know the hearts of good people, it seems that you shouldn't use it like this! ”

"Woo~ Sister Yan, are you the same as your name? It's changed! Don't care about me anymore! I'm out of love, and you're still picking on my language problems! Hmm, I'm so sad! ”

"......" Yan Zifu was speechless, she was tired of seeing Mu Ziqi's lovelorn face.

In the past, if there was no response to the letters she sent, she looked so devastated.

But in just three days, she looked like she was reborn, and she was happy, which really made people cry and laugh.

But this time, it seems to be a little different, I don't know if Han Qi was so arrogant that day that there was no one in his eyes, which made Yuan Qi linger for more than several months, and even now he is still thinking about catching his pigtails.

No, even someone sent him a love letter, such a secret thing was dug up by Mu Ziqi.

It's also a causal cycle!

"And then? Did he Han Yan receive the book, ahh ”

Yan Zifu's gossip came up, and she couldn't wait to know what happened next.