Left hand leads you, right hand salutes (18)
With the government, the school was quickly found, and an ordinary primary school was not very far from his home, and the Education Bureau simply gave some money considering her family's situation.
Life is not so tight.
It is not only life that has changed, but also the mother and mother, who no longer hug and wait for her daughter, go to the bathroom to take a shower, sit on the sofa and be stunned, thinking about the money to be spent next month.
Lu Qiong in order to make the family's life better, that
Every morning when I go to school, I always make breakfast, and after eating, I go downstairs to the newspaper office to pick up a few newspapers and deliver them along the road to the homes of people who have ordered newspapers.
It's also a small part-time job, although the rewards are really not very rich.
She was quiet at school, and it felt like she wasn't as calm as her age.
Reading a book in the library alone, eating alone, the seat is also in the last row, and there is no table at the same table......
Most of the boys in the school are naughty and mischievous, and the most despised are children like Lu Qiong who can only pretend to be good babies.
It's not about school violence at this age, it's just to have some fun with boring school life.
And Lu Qiong is their fun.
For example, spit out a piece of gum in his seat and step on a few footprints in his wrapped book.
Or hide his homework book and wait for the teacher to come down to collect the homework, and laugh in a low voice with bad intentions.
In fact, Lu Qiong didn't take these so-called pranks too seriously, and this situation lasted until the second year of junior high school.
Lu Qiong doesn't know when her mother started to make meat food, and usually every night when she goes back, she will have a meat dish that makes people drip.
Her mother also began to warn her that she was not allowed to go home before seven o'clock after school, and even though she was very confused, she did so.
And the group of debtors hasn't been here for a long time.
She was still very naïve, she really thought that her mother had found a good job, and the pocket money of almost 300 yuan a month really made her happy for a while.
The days seem to be really getting better with the naked eye.
Lu Qiong sandwiched a piece of meat and put it in a bowl, and shaved rice into her mouth, this feeling was like making a wish to the gods every day, and the gods were finally moved.
Time slipped away day by day, and the makeshift calendar that I sat on a low stool when I was a child didn't know where to throw it.
Only the circle of red still remained in the deepest part of his heart.
She was a little curious about her father, who had no memory anymore.
No matter how good the day is, there is always something wrong with it, that is, her mother has become more and more cold to her, and even her gentle temper has become more and more irritable.
The woman didn't know when she started smoking and drinking, and she was just quietly curled up under the covers, leaking out the messy hair on the top of her head and a pair of clear eyes.
Thrilling to listen to the gradually unbridled cries in the living room, and finally turned into a light snoring.
In addition to eating, she tries to avoid spending time alone with her mother.
Joy and sorrow, there are always people who feel that after the haze, the rest is the rainbow, but they don't know that the storm behind the rainbow is even more violent.
Broken dreams are nothing more than an alarm clock.
It was raining heavily that night, and the strong wind crashed on the windows with a loud bang.
Lu Qiong woke up from her dream, climbed out of bed and pulled the curtains, turned around and found that there was a person standing next to her bed.
My mother came back in the rain, covered in mud and a few visible footprints.
There were still bruises on his face.
She stood on the edge of the bed, holding the half-bottled bottle in her right hand.
"Mom's ......"
Lu Qiong called in a low voice and shrank at the foot of the bed.
The dim lights on the side of the road illuminated Luqiong's mother's face even more terrifyingly.
At this time, she smiled slowly, and a tooth was missing from her cracked mouth.
"You look like he ......"
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Mom, I'm so afraid I won't be able to write anymore, ahhh