It wasn't until the sound of firecrackers that woke Zhao Qingyu up that she found that it was already dawn.

The PHS placed at the head of the bed was silent all night, and there was not even a single scam message.

Zhao Qingyu picked it up and looked at it twice and threw it back, there was a whisper outside the living room, it was Zhao's father and Zhao's mother talking.

She lifted the quilt, and a gust of cold air immediately surrounded her, making her shiver from the cold, and hurriedly picked up the thick turtleneck sweater next to her and put it on.

"Xiaoyu, are you up? Wear this dress today. The door was pushed open, and Zhao's mother walked in with a bright red new cotton jacket and put it down, and then went out again.

Zhao Qingyu put on the clothes, which she chose by herself, mainly because of the pockets on the clothes, there were as many as five inside and out, two of which were on the reverse side.

She turned the PHS into vibrations and put it in the pocket inside her clothes.

When I got out of the bedroom, I saw a few barrels of oil and a few bottles of packaged wine in the living room.

These are used to visit relatives, and when they go out, people who are in a hurry on the road are also in the same hands as them, carrying oil and wine.

I have to say that this custom has continued for a long time in W Town, and in Zhao Qingyu's impression, at least the last time in the previous life was spent at home for the New Year, most of the gifts when visiting relatives were still a bucket of five-liter Arowana.

Today, Zhao Qingyu is going to the elder's house, not far from W Town, and it will take more than ten minutes to make a three-wheeled numb car.

As soon as he got downstairs, Zhao's father contacted the car in advance, and the family of four was crowded in the car, and he had to pay attention to his new clothes not to wipe them dirty.

There are many guests in the elders' house, and Zhao's father and Zhao's mother chat and play cards with their peers or some older relatives, and Zhao Qingyu and their juniors are naturally with their peers.

In reality, however, it is not so harmonious.

Among these juniors, there are only two girls who are really the same age as Zhao Qingyu, and the others are basically a few years old or even a few months old.

Two girls of the same age, Zhao Qingyu, have met a few times, but they are not familiar with each other, and they have occasionally met once or twice during the New Year.

I don't know if it's Zhao Qingyu's illusion, these two girls often muttered together, and looked at her once or twice from time to time, and when she passed, they immediately stopped talking.

Zhao Qingyu is not a person who takes the initiative to talk much, and talking to his peers is also based on his parents' words.

Now that others don't seem to want to communicate with her, she just forgot it, took out the test papers and pens in her pocket and found a cold room to sit and brush the questions.

This elder's family is quite large, and it belongs to the type of independent courtyard, a courtyard of nearly 300 square meters, with rooms on three sides.

Zhao Qingyu knew that the room he was in was empty on weekdays, and it would be used to entertain guests staying overnight during the Chinese New Year.

Now, for example, the house is full of clutter, but the bed is covered with clean bedding.

Zhao Qingyu didn't think much about it, she chose this place because there was a very old dresser here, on which she could lie down and do her homework.

There are few people in this remote room, and the children are all crazy outside, and there are adults playing mahjong in the next room, and she hears the sound of "yard Great Wall" from time to time.

Zhao Qingyu and her family only stayed here for one day, and they would go home after lunch and dinner, it stands to reason that she doesn't need to bring the test papers at all, but first, she is really boring, and second, she doesn't want to waste a lot of time.

There are not many test papers, just a sophomore mathematics comprehensive test paper, which contains knowledge in the first and second semesters of the sophomore year, although some of them she has prepared in advance, it is really difficult to do.

I finally finished half of it, and there are still two questions because I haven't pre-learned, and I don't have the confidence and the ideas are still empty.

Zhao Qingyu put down the pen, held his hand and exhaled a hot breath, and a pair of feet had been sitting for a long time, stiff and cold, and he didn't feel anything when he stomped lightly.

There was a large charcoal brazier in the place where the cards were playing next to her, and she decided to get up and go over to roast the fire, anyway, it was estimated that she would have to eat in a while.

As soon as he folded the test paper, someone suddenly heard a whispering voice outside.

"My mother is so sick, she says in front of me every day how good that woman is, why doesn't she go to be that woman's mother!"

"My parents too, annoyed me, and my ears were calloused......"

Zhao Qingyu's movements stopped, this was the voice of the two young girls.

The footsteps were getting closer, and they should have entered the room as well, but she didn't think too much about it, and continued to fold the test papers and stuff them into her pockets.

"Made, Sister Qingyu every day, Sister Qingyu, who is her sister, she is upset when she hears her name, why doesn't she die!"

The girl at the door lowered her voice and screamed angrily, her expression distorted and her face hideous.

The girl next to her was full of panic and let out a soft "ah".

For a moment, the atmosphere froze, and the face-to-face stalemate at the door of the three people's house.

Zhao Qingyu frowned slightly, and the gritted scolding and the "Sister Qingyu" in the words made her suddenly realize.

No wonder these two people look at themselves strangely, and they love to ignore them when they talk to them, it turns out that they hate her.

Oh no, not only do they hate her, they should hate her, they hate her so much that they want her to die.

As for the reason, according to the words, she also guessed a rough idea, probably because their parents often prefaced her in front of their children and compared her with them, so they hated it.

To be reasonable, she has also heard a lot of "other people's children" from her parents since she was a child.

Other people's children must be among the best when they study when they are young, and they must be good students in the eyes of teachers, classmates, and parents.

When I grow up, there will still be other people's children, other people's daughters have found a rich husband, and other people's sons have become company managers.

In the previous life, Zhao Qingyu was also a poor child who was poisoned by "other people's children", and knew that that feeling was really uncomfortable.

But...... She's never had such a big reaction.

She can understand this girl's thoughts, but she doesn't.

Probably her eyebrows were so wrinkled that the two girls standing in the doorway thought she must be angry.

"Oh, Sister Qing, Sister Qingyu, why are you here." One of the girls, dressed in a goose-yellow jacket, was the first to speak.

Zhao Qingyu pursed her lips, although this girl didn't mention her much, she must have been echoing the girl who scolded her, so she didn't have any expression, and her tone was cold and indifferent: "I'm doing my homework here." ”

"Ah, you're doing your homework, you're so diligent, then, then we won't bother you."

The girl tugged at her companion's clothes as she spoke, and the other girl glared at Zhao Qingyu unkindly before turning to leave.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Qingyu raised his feet and walked out, and as soon as he went out, the adults in the next room also came out one after another.

When the meal arrived, the kitchen ladies and sisters-in-law were busy serving food outside, and there were two tables in the lobby room, which were full of vegetables, one table for men, one table for women and children.

The men's table was basically seated, and the children at the other table were also in place in advance, but the adults were still helping to prepare the dishes and chopsticks.

As soon as Zhao Qingyu entered, Zhao Qingfeng beckoned to her: "Sister, come on, sit here!" ”

She pursed her lips and smiled and walked over to sit down, suddenly feeling like a man on her back, and turned her head to see that the door was not the same two girls who had just said bad things about her.

Among them, the girl in yellow clothes, Zhao Qingyu has heard adults call her nickname, Xiaowen, and the other one who "hates her to the bone", she really doesn't know what it is.

As soon as the two of them came in, they glanced at her very meaningfully, and that gaze made Zhao Qingyu very uncomfortable.

"Come in, what are you doing blocking the door, like a wooden stake, look at your sister Qingyu, you have found a place to sit down." A middle-aged woman serving food appeared behind the two girls and opened her mouth to speak.

The girl who had scolded Zhao Qingyu changed her face and lowered her head and walked into the house.

"You just sit next to Qingyu, and if you come and talk to people more, you will play around all day long......" The middle-aged woman kept talking and said after putting down the dishes.

Zhao Qingyu even saw the saliva in her mouth fly into the dish.

Well, it's chili stir-fried beef, but it's a pity, she loves to eat it.

A man smiled and relieved the siege: "Okay, okay, the Chinese New Year is here to play, don't keep talking about joy." ”

It turned out that the girl's name was Huanhuan, and Zhao Qingyu lowered her eyelids.

Someone next to her sat down, her eyes swept to a goose yellow, turned her head to look over, Xiaowen squeezed a smile at her: "Sister Qingyu." ”

Zhao Qingyu nodded, and also pulled the corners of his mouth: "Hello." ”

Everyone maintained an embarrassed but polite smile, occasionally chatting a few words, but most of them were Xiaowen said, and Zhao Qingyu responded.

Soon, the dishes were ready, Xiaowen and Huanhuan's mother also sat on the table, and Huanhuan's mother saw that her daughter was not sitting next to Zhao Qingyu, so she glanced at her directly.

These small details were seen by several people, but everyone was also strangely silent.

"Qingyu, I heard your mother say that you like to eat stir-fried beef with green peppers the most, come, eat more!"

Huanhuan's mother sat diagonally opposite Zhao Qingyu, quite far away, but she insisted on standing up and helped her clip a large chopsticks of beef and put it in the bowl.

Zhao Qingyu really didn't want to take it, but being watched by so many people, she could only take it with a bowl in her head, and said thank you with a smile.

A ghostly gaze swept in front of her, and she didn't have to look up to know who was watching her.

"Your bowl is empty and you're still pulling around, isn't it silly, go and pick up the vegetables yourself, it's not that you don't have long hands!" Huanhuan's mother couldn't help but scold when she saw her daughter.

Everyone else at the table was slightly stunned, with different expressions. Zhao's mother reacted quickly, and hurriedly picked up a plate of scrambled eggs with bamboo shoots in front of her: "Huanhuan, this bamboo shoot is fresh, delicious, come ......"

"My cousin has brought you vegetables, you should hurry up!"

Huan Huan got up with a stiff face and took the bowl forward.

Mother Zhao immediately rushed half a plate of scrambled eggs with bamboo shoots in her bowl.

Zhao Qingyu was in a complicated mood, and I don't know if this Huanhuan classmate is the same as her at this time.

"I don't know how to say thank you?! I don't understand the rules at all! Huan Huan's mother roared again, almost knocking off the chopsticks in Zhao's mother's hand.

Huanhuan pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "Thank you......"

Zhao Qingyu suddenly remembered that she did know this Huanhuan in her previous life, but at that time, the "other people's child" was not her, and that Huanhuan had no intersection with her, so she had an impression of her mother, who often shouted and shouted to her children.

But it's just an impression, unlike now, where the feeling is so subtle.

"Hey, don't be so fierce to the children during the New Year, they are still watching." A middle-aged man on the table next to him said unhappily.

Huanhuan's mother still shouted in a shrill voice: "What's the New Year, I can't even shout for myself, and I won't say thank you when others give her food, I don't have any politeness at all, and I can't say it?!" ”

The middle-aged man's face was ugly when he was said, and others persuaded him to talk to the woman about something, so he simply stopped talking and drank with his head bored.

It was Zhao Qingyu and some of the women at their table who persuaded Huanhuan's mother one after another.

"Your family is timid and introverted, and he doesn't dare to call people normal, but my family is not, and I don't remind him to open his mouth when I am not around."

"It's not in my family, calling someone is the same as asking for his life......"

Everyone said a word to me, and began to complain about their children.

Hearing that everyone was the same, Huanhuan's mother's face softened a little, but the children on the table lowered their heads to the bowl.

The adults said happily, and the grandmother, who was the owner and the oldest, spoke tremblingly: "Children, it's a good thing to be afraid of life, and those who used to kidnap babies liked dolls who were not afraid of life." ”

As soon as Grandma spoke, the other junior people stopped talking, and the dinner table was quiet for a while, except for the two young dolls babbling to eat.

"Although the babies are young, they are also good-looking, especially Huanhuan's mother, don't keep saying Huanhuan in front of many people, you see that the children are crying." Grandma continued, and everyone realized that Huanhuan's shoulders, who had been buried in her head, were twitching slightly.

Xiaowen, who was sitting next to her, had actually discovered it a long time ago, and when she saw everyone looking over, she hurriedly gently pulled Huanhuan's clothes and persuaded in a low voice: "Huanhuan, don't cry......"

"Alas, Huanhuan's mother, this Chinese New Year's relative, why do you have to cry the child, look at this ......"

"Huanhuan, don't cry, come and gnaw a chicken paw, and you can save a lot of money in the future!"

The adults began to comfort Huanhuan again, and criticized Huanhuan's mother by the way.

Huanhuan's mother finally realized that she seemed to have gone too far, and a trace of self-blame flashed on her face.

Zhao Qingyu, who was forced to become the fuse of the matter, was also very unpleasant, and it was not good to sit here and eat, so he could only hurriedly finish the rice in the bowl.

"I'm full, everyone eats and drinks." She put down the bowl and got up and said.

"Qingyu won't eat it? You have to eat enough. ”

"Eat enough, eat enough, eat slowly, Dad, drink less wine!"

Zhao Qingyu walked out as he spoke, and the last sentence made the adults in the house laugh, saying that Zhao's father had a low status at home, and he could even manage his daughter, but Zhao's father did not refute, his face was red and happy.

When she arrived in the yard, Zhao Qingyu found a low wooden chair to sit down and bask in the sun, in fact, she really didn't eat much, but she drank a lot of rice wine brewed by her grandmother's house, sweet and sour, she drank two large bowls, and her stomach was full.

She didn't eat enough, but she drank it, and she gently rubbed her stomach while watching the two roosters fight in the yard.

"She's there."

"Let's go, leave her alone."

There were two figures walking towards the side courtyard not far behind the diagonal, Zhao Qingyu didn't move, but with a slight slant of his eyes, he could see who it was.

Even if you don't look at it, you can hear who it is.

Huanhuan and Xiaowen, the "she" in their mouths is probably still themselves.

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