Tang Yao's life has been at the bottom of the pyramid for the past twelve years, and there may have been occasional periods of time when her popularity has risen, but soon no one cares. Tang Yao analyzed it six years ago, mainly because she was small and small, and she didn't have much weight at home.

Then she analyzed her demonic third cousin, although he was only five years older than her, he was a celebrity in the eyes of his grandfather. Tang Yao pondered for a long time, and finally summed up the unchanging true meaning between the families of the Chinese nation, that is, male dolls are better than female dolls.

Tang Yao, who sighed in her heart, met Xu Xiaochen, who was also five years older than herself.

The people of the old Xu family are not genetically tall, with a dark yellow complexion and a slight malnutrition. Ten-year-old Xu Xiaochen stood in front of Tang Yao and was not much taller than Tang Yao, but Tang Yao looked like a little young master who had sneaked out, and Xu Xiaochen followed behind and became a little follower of everything.

Xu is advantage in his heart, Tang Yao left Xu Xiaochen with an attitude of contempt for others. There weren't many opportunities for two people to meet when they were young, so it stands to reason that even if so, there shouldn't be any holidays. But every time Xu Xiaochen saw her, he seemed to have eaten gunpowder, and he never had a good word. Tang Yao was very puzzled by this.

"I copied so many examples for you, and you didn't even read a word?" Xu Xiaochen's voice was a little close to madness. The decibel was suppressed, and Tang Yao saw that the green tendons in his neck rose and fell with the beating of his pulse, like an earthworm lying under the soil in the countryside. It's a maddening feeling.

"Who dares to use the signature?"

"What name do you need to sign to apply for this kind of manuscript to join the group, you can just look at it, go back and read it carefully, that's my handwriting, I'll write you a copy in person when I go back." You transcribe it as it is, won't you? Don't look for Li Lifeng for everything, he is a science student, what the hell can he write, no wonder you can't join the group this time. Xu Xiaochen gushed endlessly, and when he talked about Li Lifeng, he also accentuated his tone. Tang Yao didn't understand, where did this green onion come from. came to her, and I didn't know how to avoid it.

"I'll say it again, we don't know each other, you don't have to worry about my business."

The third cousin also said this sentence to Tang Yao a few times, and Tang Yao learned the cold and cold attitude.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

"You, ungrateful!" Xu Xiaochen gritted his teeth and pointed at Tang Yao, Tang Yao didn't want to pay attention to it, and was about to leave, Li Lifeng ran over from the other side, "Sister, it doesn't matter if we don't succeed in joining the group, next time my brother will find you some profound articles." ”

Three drops of sweat fell in front of Tang Yao's head. When did the news spread so quickly among the schools, and the matter of the junior high school spread to the high school in the blink of an eye.

"It's okay, I don't dare to trouble my brother next time, I have some of my own here, and I can deal with the past." Tang Yao was polite, but Xu Xiaochen on this side suddenly couldn't calm down, and the hands that were originally placed on his back also moved to the front, pointing at Tang Yao and then at Li Lifeng, his black face glowed with a strange red light, and he didn't say a word for a while.

Li Lifeng was a little surprised, "Yo, it's Xu Xiaochen." ”

"Tang Yao, we are childhood sweethearts who grew up together, but we have never called you brother. Lin Feng doesn't matter, you are also your own family, which family is he Li Lifeng? Xu Xiaochen was angry, "You, you, you, ungrateful." ”

"I don't have much friendship with you, why are you ungrateful?"

Tang Yao pulled Li Lifeng's sleeve, "Brother, I'm back in the classroom." ”

At that moment, the setting sun froze the shadows of the three people, some destined to be forgotten, others destined to be painted with sadness. The world is constantly changing, and there is never a first-come, first-served approach.