"Oh, it's going to cry! I also said that if you scold me and cry, I will cry too. After saying that, her big black and white eyes widened, tears rolled down one by one like pearls, she stretched out her little fat hand to wipe it, and then burst into tears.

The students were all frightened by Fu Qingqing, and they were no longer in the mood to see the beauties, so they ran away in a hurry.

Fu Qingqing slowly wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her school uniform and sat down in her seat, completely ignoring the surprised and stunned appearance of the other students in the class.

Fu Qingqing naturally didn't pay attention to the eyes of others, as a chivalrous woman, she was originally a lonely existence. They are strong in martial arts and have a high ideological realm, and they never care about the people.

But she knows that she is really fat, the first three years old fat is called cute, the first six years old fat is still a little cute, but now she is eight years old, fat is the synonym for ugliness.

It's not that no one pointed a finger at her figure, she couldn't say that she was in front of her, she endured it, and when it came to her, she clenched her fist and hit it.

But now, those hated boys have grown up and have more strength, she can't beat them, and she can't save her dignity anymore.

She is like a hero in the twilight, she can only watch her juniors catch up with her one by one without any way, and a sense of powerlessness is stirring in her chubby body.

She can only use her mouth as a weapon to repel them, just like those long-mouthed women.

But she didn't like herself like this, not at all.

She was troubled and conflicted, and she had no energy all day.

Ten minutes after recess, Fu Qingqing walked to the playground.

The wind was blowing, the wind in autumn and October was slightly cool, blowing her school uniform, I don't know why, at that moment she wanted to cry inexplicably.

So she looked up, looked at the blue sky dotted by large white clouds, and desperately squeezed back the tears.

Liu Hui saw Fu Qingqing from a distance, walked quickly in front of her, took out a lollipop from his pocket and handed it to her, "Hey, what's there to be angry about that little thing, besides, you also called back." ”

Fu Qingqing is simply Liu Hui's idol, martial arts can determine the country, and literature can fight Confucianism, it is simply a god-like existence.

He was already handsome, but when he said this, his cheeks were bulging, and he was even more cute.

The anger in her heart suddenly disappeared, she took the lollipop, tore it three times by two, put it in her mouth, the rich milky fragrance spread, and her mood instantly turned cloudy.

Liu Hui saw a smile on the corner of her mouth, and also smiled stupidly, "It's almost class, let's go back to the classroom." ”

"Go ahead, I'll stay a little longer." Fu Qingqing said, holding the horizontal bar with both hands and sitting up.

Liu Hui silently glanced at Fu Qingqing, leaned on the horizontal bar, turned his head sideways, and looked at Fu Qingqing quietly.

In fact, she is not ugly at all, her fair skin is tender and transparent, because of the baby's fat and fleshy, a pair of big eyes full of aura, a smile and two dimples, cute like a porcelain doll on a New Year's painting.

is so good-looking when she is fat, if she loses weight, she will definitely be a big beauty in the city.

But Liu Hui knew that Fu Qingqing couldn't lose weight in the short term, and just a few days after moving to the community, she had a very serious car accident, and many drugs were hormones, so she would get fatter and fatter. Her mother often did not come home to earn her medical bills.

He always thought that after he divorced as a parent, he was thrown into the care of his grandmother, and the children who no one cared about were pitiful enough.

Unexpectedly, Fu Qingqing was more pitiful than him.

But all people only look at the surface, and no one cares about the truth hidden behind the surface.

Especially for eight- or nine-year-old children, they are ignorant, they don't look at cause and effect, they don't distinguish between right and wrong, they only talk about likes and dislikes.

In the last self-study, Fu Qingqing did not return to the classroom, and Liu Hui was worried about her and did not go. The two of them stayed quietly on the huge playground, in a daze.

As the most mediocre students who have poor academic performance and no outstanding talents, but never make trouble for the school, the teacher has no memory of them.

Add to that the fact that their parents rarely come to school and rarely call, so the class teacher pays less attention to them.

Yes, two children who don't even care about their parents, who else cares in this world?

At that time, Fu Qingqing didn't know where her future was, she was like a leaf falling on the water, drifting with the current.

And the thing she cares about most is whether her mother will not come back at night, and whether she will bring herself delicious meat stuffed buns.

But she didn't know that on this evening, she met a person she thought she would never meet in her life-Luo Qingchen!

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The house Feng Chenchen rented was not big, although it was a one-bedroom apartment, the hall was very small, a set of sofas, and a coffee table were full.

The windows are pitifully small, and the light is so dim that you can't see clearly without turning on the lights during the day.

But Fu Qingqing likes it very much, and often snuggles up on the sofa alone, in a daze. She herself called it the cultivation of internal strength, after all, as a heroine, internal strength is as important as moves.

Usually, she thinks a lot of things, and after watching cartoons, she imagines that she is a character in the cartoon, the embodiment of justice and kindness, guarding the peace of the city.

After watching the TV series, I imagined that I was the heroine in it, and after many tribulations, there would be a perfect ending in the end.

She likes to watch martial arts movies the most, and feels that she is a heroine who flies the eaves and walks on the wall, with secrets and alone.

But I don't know what's going on today, her mind is full of the way the fat man scolded him for being a pig, and all the children laughed.

Tears flowed out again, and my heart felt empty, and it seemed like it was stuffed with cotton, and it was very uncomfortable.

She gritted her teeth, wiped her sleeve nonchalantly, got up from the couch, and went out the door.

The sun is setting in the west, the red afterglow is plugged in the clean street, and in the square not far away, the aunts have already danced the square dance, and a group of uncles on the other side are practicing Tai Chi. The news was playing on the large display screen directly opposite, and looking at the familiar and unfamiliar face on it, Fu Qingqing stopped.

Fu Zheyan sat in the studio in a crisp black suit, chatting with the beautiful host gently and elegantly.

She couldn't hear it, and even if she did, she probably wouldn't understand it.

She sighed and sat down on the steps, stupid.

In the past few years, Fu Zheyan has appeared more frequently on TV, sometimes by himself, sometimes with his new family, and sometimes with others. At first, she asked her mother, but every time her mother sneered and said nothing.

Although she didn't know what her mother meant, she also knew that it was not embarrassing.

Later, she stopped asking, even if she couldn't see it, and if she saw it, she treated it as if she couldn't see it.

After all, that person has nothing to do with him.

People walked on other people's Yangguan Road, and she crossed her single-plank bridge.

It seems to be in the same world, but it will never intersect again.

"Hey!" Eventually, she sighed, and a relieved smile erupted on her little white round face.

She stood up, looked up, and crashed into a pair of beautiful, clean blue eyes.