On the morning of the 100th day of Ankang, the An family took him to the photo studio.

An Ping was also stained with light. It was rare for her to go out and play with her, and this was because she had wiped the floor for three days and had big blisters on her hands, so that her father knew that he had pity on her situation and made her feel relaxed for the time being.

"Can I take pictures too? Are you sure? ”

An Ping jumped left and right excitedly, and this was the first time she walked in front of the camera lens.

The master of the photo studio smiled, he touched An Ping's head and helped her tidy up her hair and collar a little.

She looked at the camera happily, holding her cute but thin little face in both hands, ready to meet the dazzling but joyful light.

At this time, An Dongliang hurriedly stepped forward, dragged An Ping to the side, and reprimanded sternly: "Where is your turn to take pictures first?" Are there any rules?! ”

As she spoke, Wang Xiaoying cooperated with her husband and pinched An Ping's cheek fiercely, and her originally pale face quickly turned bloody.

Tears wet a new dress that An Ping had worked so hard to find, and the tears splashed on the white and simple jasmine on her chest. The floral fragrance became deeper and stronger.

My brother was still smiling and silly.

The mother carried Ankang onto the high stool prepared for the child, "You see how bright and energetic he smiles!" ”

On the way home, my father boasted about his health and courage, and he dared to laugh when he saw the camera, and even saliva flowed down.

As for An Ping, she is suffering from her mother's anger.

"You've ruined the good atmosphere! Really! Look at your crying face, how unlucky, where can you be as good as your brother! It's even more ugly with tears! ”

Sneer, mother's sneer.

Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and An Ping is eight years old.

The An family and his wife still spoil Xiaokang to the sky, they will give whatever he asks, and the toys in the room are spread all over the floor. And Ankang is well-fed and warm-dressed, tiger-headed, and looks very vigorous.

And what about An Ping? She has become more thrifty. Although I am in elementary school, I still have to do a lot of housework, which is much more than before.

Mother and Xiaokang were playing with toys on the side, and An Ping was cooking in front of the stove and lighting a fire to cook.

She was sweating profusely on her head, and as soon as she sat on the stool to rest for a while, her mother smashed her head with chopsticks, so she could only get up obediently to work.

"Don't eat dinner if you can't finish it!"

The mother dropped a sentence and led Ankang upstairs to play.

An Ping recited a poem while adding firewood: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

This poem "Silent Night Thoughts" was written by Li Bai, the poet she admired the most. She can also recite "Will Enter the Wine", "Drink Alone Under the Moon", "Yellow Crane Tower to Meng Haoran's Guangling", "Early White Emperor City" and so on, which are simply a few treasures.

Although she was bullied by her parents at home, An Ping was a very good student at school. Because she is a good painter, she also ran for the propaganda committee of the class. An Dongliang is also very good at drawing, and An Ping is actually a true biography of his father.

She was ranked "excellent" in every subject, and her teachers and classmates praised her for being smart, capable, and talented. But they are also worried about her situation - she will probably not go to high school in the future and drop out.

Her parents never asked her about school, they just gave her some pocket money on time. When she gets out of school on weekdays, she sees her classmates pouring into the commissary to buy snacks to eat, and she won't be moved at all, she will only sigh slightly, and then go straight home to work.

If An Ping's good classmates and good friends see her depressed, they often bring her some bubble gum. Each time, she carefully tucked it into her coat pocket and quietly stuffed it into her mouth on the way home. When no one pays attention to her, An Ping will jump up, blow a bubble at random, and enjoy the beautiful cracking sound.