In that room, Hua Ming told Hua Zheng eloquently.

He said: You know, at that time my mother didn't know that you were my uncle's son, and at my 12th birthday party, my mother saw you and thought that my father had hidden from her, and that she had given birth to such a big you with other women outside for so many years. More than ten years of deception by the pillow man made my mother almost desperate, and she lost control on my birthday party. She smashed the scene of the birthday banquet and left the Fu family angrily with me overnight.

We went all the way to my grandfather's house in Qinhuai.

After listening to his mother's crying, he completely retired from the head of a town within a radius of dozens of miles in the most prosperous area of the Huai River, and began to live incognito.

When people are old, they are prone to nostalgia, so he sold the big mansion in the town and went to a remote village near the Huai River to buy a compound with a large pond to recuperate. My mom and I went there with my grandfather.

The children of my old family and my uncle's family in the countryside couldn't play together, and the relationship between my parents changed, so I was closed off for nearly 3 years, and I was stumbling for nearly 3 years.

My mother was afraid that it would not be a way for me to go on like this, so in order not to waste my studies, and in order to let me know more people, when I was 15 years old, she asked me to start attending the local dilapidated middle school again.

I was resistant at first. When I saw her, I stayed quietly.

That day was the first time I saw her. She sat in the aisle of the first row. She had a ponytail, round eyes, shabby clothes, and bright eyes winking at me.

She looked at me happily that day and was the first to applaud me. Take the lead and say to everyone: Welcome to Zhong Hongfei.

Originally, I thought that with the education I received in the Fu family in my early years, I would easily be able to take the first place in the school. Who knows, I lost to a female student named Liu Zijun again and again. It's the thin girl who smiles sweetly, dresses in tatters, and has shiny eyes.

She is almost 3 years younger than me. The arrangement of seats for rural schools is never based on height or shortness, but according to academic performance.

I was very tall at the time, but because I did well on the first exam, I deliberately sat abruptly in the second row of the class, behind her, because she was the first to choose and I was the second. She sat right in front of me.

Later, every time I changed the seats, I didn't let it change.

As I casually observed her behind her every day, I gradually discovered that there was still her in the world. How could there be such a woman in the world?!

How could she be so poor? But, how can she be so strong and stubborn?

She never wore new clothes. Every time her patched top shook in front of my eyes, it made me feel a little glaring at first.

Later, I thought those patches were cute and warm.

Later, I gradually felt some astringent pain in my heart.

She never wore new shoes. All year round, it's a pair of gray sneakers that don't look like they fit. On rainy and snowy days, her shoes would get wet. But every time I see her stamping her feet under the stool in the cold, clutching a coin in her hand, I get a little touched.

I wanted to buy her a pair of shoes, but I didn't dare.

She always has a 1 cent coin on her table. At first I thought she liked money. It was only later that I found out that whenever she was nervous, she clutched the coin. At that time, I guessed that it was her spiritual pillar - she was deceiving herself.

Her sweet smile was all disguised. The junior high school is a dormitory, and one stay is a week. She arrives every Monday morning with a can of pickles in her bag. Salted leeks and salted garlic sprouts often make the smell of our two rows very loud.

At that time, I was sitting behind her. When I first heard it, I felt very uncomfortable. Later, I sniffed and smelled it, and I thought it was okay, not particularly bad. Later, seeing how fragrant she ate, she gradually felt the taste of those pickles, and they all became fragrant alive.

That jar of pickles was enough to sustain her salt for a week, and with these dishes that week, she only needed to beat 2 taels of white rice or 1 white steamed bun for each meal.

As far back as she can remember, she never had a snack. Because at that time, the students would buy spicy noodles and instant noodles from the commissary, and the four seasons gradually had ice cream and popsicles. But I've never seen her buy it, let alone eat it.

I suddenly felt how could she be so... Yes, the word "pitiful" could not be more appropriate.

I've done stupid things before, and at that time I quietly asked the girl at her table to give her a few packets of instant noodles. But she touched the bread inside through the instant noodle bag, and smiled and refused the tablemate.

She said: "I have smelled it, it is very fragrant, but I am afraid that if I raise my tongue, it will not be easy to do in the future." Thank you for your kindness, I'm not hungry, you keep it and eat slowly.. Then came the dense grunting sound of her abdomen.

was so shy that her face was flushed, but she still stubbornly looked up and smiled: "I'm full, this is flatulence, there is so much gas, add some fried things, it will blow up my stomach!" ”

Hehehe. Look, the front is so fake, and the back is so bitter and stupid.

She's always the first in the class. Our homeroom teacher usually asks her to keep the keys to the classroom. However, she is afraid that there will be classmates who arrive earlier than her, and she is afraid that she will delay the time of others to study early, so she will always be the first to arrive. Very early, early on campus, there is no active life awakening.

What really caught my liking about her was the winter before my first winter break exam. Middle schools in the countryside were not like they are now. At that time, the toilet was not in the dormitory building, and the toilet was more than one or two hundred meters away from the dormitory building. It's a row with hair. Tile-roofed manure pits. Getting up late in winter is the most unbearable thing.

Therefore, boys will find some bottles to prepare, and if they want to go to the toilet in the cold night, they will get up directly, urinate in the bottle, and throw them away during the day.

I'm not used to it, and I hate it, so I never have any bottles. One day I drank too much water and had to go to the toilet at night. To go to the toilet, you must pass in front of the girls' dormitory.

It was a row of three-story new buildings with white and blue lines, with the first floor of the first floor of junior high school living with the first year of junior high school students, the second floor of junior high school students, and the third floor of junior high school girls. There were sporadic snowflakes that night. When I passed in front of the girls' dormitory, the stairway on the first floor was as dim as the street lamp. But there was a crisp sound of reading, like a wind chime.

A female voice reads: During the Eastern Han Dynasty, Wei Dynasty, and Jin Dynasty, the nomads in northern China continued to move inward. The Di and Qiang people, who originally lived in the northwest, moved from west to east into Guanzhong, Shaanxi... It was a history textbook for the first year of junior high school.

These small historical knowledge points hidden in the corners of textbooks, because they are rarely tested in exams, most students do not deliberately memorize or can memorize them.

I didn't expect her to repeat it three times seriously, and at that time, I forgot that I was going to the toilet. I stood quietly in the cold wind in the distance, silently listening to her read word by word three times. It's her, it's Liu Zijun.

She turned out to be in the snow again.