The next day, Zhao Qingyu was woken up by the bell at half past two o'clock, and she had just fallen into a deep sleep, as if she had been dragged out of the abyss, and she opened her eyes blankly and didn't know what to think.

The alarm clock rang for a full minute, waking up Zhao's father and mother in the next room, and she got up slowly and turned off the alarm clock.

By the way, she turned on the desk lamp, and the warm yellow light suddenly illuminated a corner of the room, and the clear and real objects on the desk made her feel sober.

She had a dream just now, and she dreamed again about the day she died.

The red heels in the doorway, the sound of water in the bathroom, and the bedroom that was opened.

All this made her almost suffocate in her dreams, and the moment before she saw Xia Zimo's face, she finally woke up.

Great, it was just a dream.

The current self is the real one.

Her hands were shaking, and it took a full five minutes for her to calm down.

"Xiaoyu, what are you doing when you get up so early, I'll just go alone." Mother Zhao came out of the big bedroom, and she was already fully dressed.

"No, I can't be busy alone in the morning." Zhao Qingyu shook his head, "Mom, you wait for me, I'll be fine right away." ”

As she spoke, she changed her clothes and went to the toilet to brush her teeth and wash her face.

When she came out after combing her hair, she saw that Zhao's father also got up, and asked in surprise, "Dad, why are you up too?" ”

"You've all been busy in the past, I, as the pillar of the family, can I be embarrassed to lie in the house." Father Zhao said angrily.

Zhao Qingyu laughed, Zhao's father didn't have much work these days, and it was good to help at home.

Leave a dollar for Zhao Qingfeng, and the three of them went out.

Originally, Zhao's mother was going to keep only five cents, after all, now that they have their own breakfast shop, they don't need to spend money to buy food outside.

But thinking that this kid had helped for most of the day yesterday, he still left a whole number.

After going to the store, Zhao Mu began to take the initiative to change the coal when she opened the store, and after the coal was changed, the old Liu Tou, who delivered the noodles, came over.

Today's goods are a little more than yesterday's, because from today, they are ready to make a business of three meals a day.

Not long after Lao Liu Tou came, the boss who delivered the coal also came, and this time he unloaded 300 catties of coal at once.

Because Xinglong Noodle Restaurant is on the very edge, in addition to the garbage that can be directly dumped for domestic water in the canal, coal can also be stacked next to it.

If business is good, the coal will be used up for the whole day.

When dusting noodles, Zhao's mother threw noodles and scooped noodles inward, Zhao Qingyu dusted with chopsticks in the back, Zhao's father looked interesting, and also took a pair of big bamboo chopsticks, standing next to Zhao Qingyu and shaking noodles together.

With a lot of people and more skilled, the speed of this Shan is much faster.

When everything was ready, it was almost five o'clock, and by this time more than a dozen bowls of noodles had been sold one after another.

After finishing their work, the three of them also ordered their favorite noodles for breakfast.

Zhao Qingyu eats relatively quickly, she knows that after a while, when there are more people, she will be so busy that she won't have time to eat breakfast.

Sure enough, when she still had half a bowl of noodles left, many students from the school came over in twos and threes, as well as some day students, vegetable farmers who sold vegetables, and so on.

When the busy rush hour came, because there was only a short thirty minutes, Zhao Qingyu told the students that it was best to eat hot dry noodles, and the soup noodles would wait for a while, and because the current packaging box is still the kind of very shallow white foam bowl, only hot dry noodles can be packed, and the soup and water cannot be brought with them.

The students were also in a hurry, and they all chose hot dry noodles and hot dry powder.

Zhao's mother threw her two arms and flew up, and so did Zhao Qingyu, who could put a bowl of noodles in almost ten seconds.

Zhao's father was collecting money and looking for money on the side.

When it was time to hit the preparatory bell, there were fewer people, Zhao Qingyu didn't even bother to drink, grabbed his schoolbag and rushed towards the school gate.

Without students, there are many fewer people at the door, all of them are intermittent passers-by, and these Zhao's mother and Zhao's father can barely cope.

Zhao Qingyu sprinted all the way to the classroom, just in time for the preparatory bell, she sat on the seat, saw Wang Yanli, and remembered that she didn't see her come over to eat noodles today.

After morning self-study, Wang Yanli told her that because she saw too many people, she didn't go over, and directly bought a bun to eat next to her.

"Next time I won't go to your house to buy buns." Wang Yanli seemed to think of something, and said a little unhappily.

Zhao Qingyu was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?" His buns are pretty good. ”

Wang Yanli wanted to say something, but after looking around, she turned around and tore off a piece of scratch paper, picked up a pen and wrote something on it quickly.

Zhao Qingyu suddenly realized something, and sure enough, before the teacher came in, Wang Yanli threw the note over.

- The old man next to you speaks ill of you!

A few more words were written on the back and crossed out again, but she could barely make out what it was from the messy lines.

- The stinky old man said you weren't a good ......

After that, there was none.

It's not a good thing, well, she thought about the appearance of the old man next to her, probably with a pleated face, and scolded her for not being a good thing.

It's impossible to say that she is not angry at all, everyone competes fairly, why should she be scolded.

Of course, she won't really take this note to confront and quarrel with the old man, she will only silently tell herself that making money is the last word.

These words that hurt her seriously were just that others were jealous.

After class, Wang Yanli seemed to regret a little, and felt that she shouldn't tell her friends such a bad thing, obviously she only needed to remind her, but she had to tell Zhao Qingyu that the other party was saying bad things about her, and whoever knew these would not feel good in her heart.

However, seeing Zhao Qingyu's expression, she didn't seem to care too much, and her heart was a little more relaxed.

After that, Zhao Qingyu really didn't mention this matter again.

However, Li Feiyu was criticized by the head teacher Li Zhihao again, which attracted the attention of the whole class.

In the past few days, Li Feiyu seems to be breaking the jar more and more, and every time he comes after the first class.

This time was no exception.

Five minutes before the end of the first Chinese class, Li Feiyu put his hands in his pants pockets and walked in through the back door pretending to be handsome.

Li Zhihao, who was explaining the text, suddenly fell silent, and his glasses glanced towards the back of the classroom with a cold green light.

The people in the class all turned their heads to look behind them, and they all twisted back silently.

"Some people always think that their school is for me, I tell you, I don't care what you learn, it is you who will suffer when the time comes, you have no knowledge, what can you do when you go out of society? Become a gangster, a ruffian who fights with people every day, and one day he will die on the streets! ”

Li Zhihao's scolding was too obvious, and it was clear that it was for Li Feiyu, who had just come in.

Of course, Li Feiyu is not a good stubble at all, so he slammed his butt directly on the stool and threw his legs on the table: "Who died on the street?" Teacher, do you have a name? ”