The water is free of money, the tap water is very clean, and you can drink enough. Electricity and gas cost $50 a month. In the end, the remaining 50 yuan was her pocket money.

The average cost of living for a female high school student from the countryside is about the same as this. Meng Ling didn't live in the school dormitory, and she didn't eat in the school cafeteria, not because she didn't want to—everything would be much easier if she did. The reason is simple, the cost of accommodation and canteens in the metropolis is ridiculously expensive. She roughly calculated that she would need at least 800 yuan.

Meng Ling's "Forbearance" should have brought a lot of royalties to the family, at least the family's ancestral two-story house, thanks to her royalties that have been completely renovated from beginning to end. But when she was in a car accident, she stopped writing, and her personality gradually began to become taciturn, and her treatment at home also felt like a plummet.

Coincidentally, my younger brother also showed his talent in mathematics at this time, and he won the awards that a middle school student should have won one by one. This also made the parents decide to save all the money for the younger brother to go to a prestigious university and marry a beautiful bride in the future.

Meng Ling didn't feel sad or angry. Because at the end of the day, it wasn't really original to herself. Therefore, Mengling didn't ask her family for more money, and silently accepted the amount of living expenses set by her mother, and went to school quietly in Jinhai City alone, learning to live independently.

A 50-metre walk will take you to a historic tram stop. A red patent leather sign is nailed above the entrance, and the words "Jixiang Station" are written in large gilded letters. It takes about half an hour to get to school. Classes officially start at 7:50 a.m. Usually Mengling gets up at 6 o'clock, washes up and makes breakfast and lunch. When she was on duty, she got up half an hour early to go to school.

The uniform of Mengling's school, in summer, is white cotton short-sleeved and orange over-the-knee sweatpants. In winter, it's a thicker orange tracksuit. Summer clothes are fine, winter clothes should be wrapped around an orange scarf, with an orange beanie, like a humanoid self-propelled red mango. Red mangoes crowded at the tram stop and poured into the school gate from all directions, which is quite spectacular......

Meng Ling was carrying a schoolbag, her black hair that was slightly longer than her shoulders was neatly tied, and there was a small mole under her petite ear. His lips pursed into a line, his clear eyes did not squint, and he waited in a quiet line as the dusty red tram slowly stopped as if yawning.

"Hey, Mengling!" A girl with short hair ran towards Mengling with a bag in one hand, grinning. Meng Ling also poked her head out of the crowd and waved at her with difficulty.

Xiao Ju gasped, grabbed Mengling's shoulders, took off her shoes and shook them, and a few grains of sand fell out.

"Yesterday, I accompanied my brother to play in the sand, and I always felt panicked when I got up in the morning and ran all the way......"

Although Mengling is not good at making friends, she is not the object of rejection by her classmates. The ever-liveliest gang in the class is naturally not her destination, but there are also some girls who are attracted by Mengling's quiet atmosphere and the way she always listens to others silently. Xiao Ju was the first one to become friends with Meng Ling.

"Boom...... Poof......"

When the tram arrived, the door opened, and after everyone walked out like beans, Meng Ling and Xiao Ju sat down in the corner.

Mengling watched Xiaoju all the way, listened to her dance, and told herself with great interest about the interesting things that happened after returning home, or the plot of the TV series, and half an hour passed in a while.

Today is a special day, the results of the final exams will be published today, and then the papers. It's probably just to send the paper down, and then each teacher with a different style will explain the question again. Some teach from beginning to end, while others only teach questions with a high error rate. Xiao Ju dislikes the math teacher the most, because the old-fashioned old man always repeats it meticulously from beginning to end, and he doesn't care about the pressure of class. It is not uncommon for the teacher in the next class to stand outside the door with a book in his arms and scratch his head or smile wryly.

The Chinese teacher with black-framed eyes and beautiful hair walked in with a calm face as usual in high heels, the noise of the class gradually subsided, Xiao Ju glanced at it and immediately jumped down from Mengling's desk and smiled mischievously at her and returned to her place.

"Cheng Yinan, 93 points ......"

The class was in an uproar and applauded. Cheng Yinan, the squad leader, took the roll with his head held high and returned to his seat, his face flushed.

"Sun Xiao, 84 points ......"

"Mingjie, 79 points......"

“……”

Xiao Ju's face stiffened, and she secretly glanced at Meng Ling, her face full of bitterness. She is not good at anything but sports and music. Some teachers who like to joke with students often tease her for being a member of the class size counting committee.

"Mu Xiaoju, 61 points." The Chinese teacher raised his face and glared at Xiao Ju dangerously. The latter shrunk her shoulders, took the roll with a sneer, and clapped her hands one by one with the classmates who were squeezing at her. Meng Ling's face was still calm, and she waited quietly with her hands on the table.

Seeing the next paper, the Chinese teacher frowned, and his eyes were a little complicated.

"Mengling, 60 points."

The class was silent for a moment, and then it gradually became noisy, all talking to each other, whispering, and secretly glancing at Meng Ling.

Xiao Ju also turned her head and stared at Meng Ling in dismay. You must know that before the usual quiz or midterm exam, Mengling could almost get a full score.

The Chinese teacher patted the podium with the textbook in dissatisfaction, and the class slowly fell silent again. Meng Ling got up, trying her best not to make the lame too obvious. She did a lot of practice, and as long as she didn't deliberately stare at her to find her flaws, it was quite natural.

"Mengling, come to my office at noon in a while."

"I got it, teacher."

"Well, go ahead."

At 11:20, after the last class, the atmosphere of the class suddenly became lively, and everyone got up to find friends, either to the cafeteria, or to take the lunch box and start eating.

Meng Ling put away her math notebook and put away her bag, Xiao Ju was already holding a lunch box in her mouth, her butt was stuck to the chair, and she bent over and leaned against Meng Ling's desk.

"Xiaoju, you eat first, I'm going to Ban Ren."

Xiao Ju glanced at her lunch box greedily and said, "Then can I eat some of yours first." ”

"Well, let's eat."

"Mengling, you're fine, right?"

Meng Ling looked at Xiao Ju's worried look and shook her head with a smile.

Chinese teachers not only teach Chinese, but also serve as their homeroom teachers. Meng Ling probably knew the reason for scoring 60 points in the test this time.

The head teacher knocked on the desk with the pen in his hand rhythmically, frowned when he looked at the essay for a while, and turned his head to stare at Mengling who lowered her head for a while, feeling strange one after another.

"Mengling, do you know that if you do well in the Chinese test this time, the scholarship will basically belong to you?"

Meng Ling glanced up at the head teacher who was a little sorry and nodded slightly.

"Why did you do that? Is it a rebellious period, or is there something dissatisfied with the teacher? ”

"Teacher, I like you very much, there is nothing dissatisfied. This time I was really helpless, and I won't write like this next time. ”

Meng Ling's eyes are very clear, and the gaze that looks at her is pure and honest. The Chinese teacher really likes Mengling as a child. Although he has some physical disabilities, he works hard and is well-behaved, never lazy when he works, and is always the one who works the most down-to-earth in the corner.

Think about your drunkard husband again, you know how to socialize every day. There is also the son of the Internet addict who is not angry, and he knows every day that he is stuffed in the house with headphones and shouting to fight and kill. How nice it would be if she had a daughter like Mengling. I must have spoiled her. I bought beautiful clothes and skirts in a pile, and dressed her as a little princess to make up for my childhood dream of being a princess because of poverty......

This child, seeing that he usually eats and wears simple and frugal clothes, and he comes from that small township in Qianlong City, his economic conditions are definitely not good. I tried my best to make this girl worthy of the scholarship this time, but in the end, she made a mistake in her own link......

The Chinese teacher looked at Mengling with emotion and sadness, sighed deeply, held her forehead and shook her head constantly, immersed in her pink fantasy and couldn't extricate herself......

Meng Ling tilted her head curiously, quietly took the paper, and saw that the teacher didn't respond, so she said, "Then teacher, I'll go first" and left the office lightly.

At the end of the day, fantasy comes from life.

Meng Ling was comforting Xiao Ju who was crying at the desk at this time. Running through her fluffy and warm short hair, he handed her a tissue from time to time. Xiaoju has to participate in tutoring this summer because she has failed too many subjects. And she made an early appointment to go to the beach to play with her childhood sweetheart. This time it's a mess.

"Mengling...... It's better for you and your childhood sweetheart to meet as soon as possible...... When I don't get the course, it's too late, woo woo......"

Meng Ling smiled slightly bitterly, took the paper and twisted her snot for her, "I won't fail the course......"

Xiao Ju raised her head violently and stared at her aggrievedly, "Even you laugh at me!" ”

Meng Ling looked at her quietly, didn't comfort her anymore, and said softly: "Usually let you don't sleep all the time, memorize some test points, and blame anyone for not carrying them yourself." I saved up money this time, and I want to go to the aquarium with you to have a look, but I was also indirectly soaked, wasn't I? ”

When Xiao Ju heard that there was an aquarium to go to, she cried even more fiercely. "Pakpapa" both hands keep slapping the table.

After a while, seeing that Mengling didn't coax herself anymore, Xiaoju, who was tired of crying, sniffed and said, "Mengling, let's go meet your childhood sweetheart this time, I'll go to the aquarium and the beach, I'll lend you the camera and take more photos for me." ”

Meng Ling was curious: "You don't know him either, why do you always want to get me and him together?" ”

Xiao Ju pouted, tilted her head, and looked puzzled, "Speaking of a girl's youth, isn't it a refreshing and sour love like a lime?" If you don't talk about when to talk about it now, you won't have a chance in the future. ”

"I don't think so, I thought my high school life would be a little more gray, and I'm already very content to meet you. I really didn't think about falling in love. ”

Xiao Ju stared at Meng Ling staring at herself, and said these words seriously, she couldn't help but have tears in her eyes again, and she was moved to throw herself into Meng Ling's arms.

"Mengling!! We've always been good friends, and we'll always be good friends after high school! ”

Meng Ling touched Xiao Ju's fluffy and soft short hair in her arms with great interest. To be honest, after being together for so long, she is really embarrassed to say that she was simply attracted by this short hair at first. There is always a faint smell of green apples, which makes people unconsciously take off their guard. For Mengling, who silently closed the door of her heart, Xiaoju is a friend worth cherishing and grateful.

Xiaoju didn't know Mengling's past, and she didn't know that she wrote "Forbearance" with great admiration, and the genius literary girl with the pen name "Mengqiu" was Mengling - Mengling's photo did not appear in any media newspapers.

She rejected them all, and so did the award ceremony. Mengling didn't plan to let Xiaoju know that she was depressed in junior high school, and even was lightly bullied at one point.

Maybe it's a kind of fear. Mengling felt that Xiaoju had no obligation to bear the memories that tormented her for herself. She is willing to do her best for Xiao Ju, but she doesn't want Xiao Ju to do the same to herself.