Wener has been a good student who has been liked by his teachers since he was a child. On the one hand, she has an uncle who is the principal of an elementary school, and on the other hand, she is also angry.

But in the early approval entrance examination of the best private junior high school in the county, Wener did not perform as well as she should, so she finally entered Runze Academy at the price of the third grade.

In every corner of the world, where there is a social group, there should be competition; With competition, there will be advantages and disadvantages, which will naturally lead to the established result of "survival of the fittest, elimination of the unsuitable". Since the resumption of the gaokao, the competitive ranking of the exam has never stopped.

For Wener, who was born at the end of the 20th century, everything around him is changing dramatically. Whether it is the "intellectual boom in the sea" in the context of the big era, or the fact that her parents rushed to the trend to do seafood business in other provinces, these have provided Wen Er, who was born in 95, with many life experiences that are different from her brother Wen Shengqin.

Since ancient times, there have been many talented and beautiful people in the Jiangnan area, and the scholars are also rushing up like rushing to the market, and the pressure of the exam is naturally getting better and better year by year. In Jiangzhou County, the junior high school stage belongs to the city's Runze Academy is the best, but it is a private school, and the tuition fee has always been divided according to the admission results of the competition.

Wener started his junior high school study life with the third-level tuition standard of 3,600 yuan per semester. Of course, for a long time, Wener was envious of those special free students and first-class students with 1,200 yuan.

On September 1, 2007, like most students, Wen Er's parents were sent to the dormitory with large bags and small bags. Since then, in his school career, Wener has never enjoyed such a parental treatment.

"Erer, stay in a bunk, and it's convenient to get up at night and go to the toilet. It's not safe to sleep on the top bunk, and if you get confused and step on the air, you can't do it! Wen's mother quickly wiped the bed on the left side of the door with the towel she brought.

"It's good to sleep on the top bunk, but the bottom bunk may be unstable when you fall asleep at night, in case the upper bunk turns over and moves around, you can't sleep." Wen Dad expressed his opinion while putting on the quilt.

"It's all right, the lower bunk is also very good, convenient."

Wener likes to simply do certain things, such as at the moment.

She looked at the place where she was going to live for three years. In a room for six people, each person has his own desk, and on the left hand side of the entrance is six large coat and hat lattices, and on the right hand side is the toilet. Although the space is a bit cramped, it is quite nice to be able to have a separate bathroom. Moreover, the exterior architectural style of the student dormitory of Runze College will always remind Wener of the Greek temple. Because there is a large open-air laundry station on each floor, surrounded by five or six extremely tall and huge pillars, it visually gives people a mysterious sense of solemnity.

Looking up to the right, Wen Er saw that the top bunk next to the window was already covered with bedding. It seemed that someone had arrived earlier than himself, and Wen Er had a sense of urgency to meet the owner of the bed as soon as possible.

Parting always comes quickly.

"Erer, take care of yourself in school, buy whatever you want to eat, and don't be reluctant to spend money." In the hearts of Wen's father and mother, it is extremely important to let her daughter not worry about food and clothing, and it is also a performance indicator of caring for her daughter.

"Uh-huh, I know, you're gone!"

In fact, separation from his parents has long been commonplace for Wener.

When she was about 4 years old, Wen's father and mother handed her over to relatives, closed the restaurant and commissary, and went to a distant place. It can be said that Wen'er's childhood memories when he was a child are distributed in many places. If you are at your grandparents' house these days, you will hang a small cloth bag around your neck, and follow your grandmother into the large snow-white cotton field to pull down the clouds on the horizon. In the end, the heavy, chubby cloth bag will be exchanged for a cool mint for five cents.

Perhaps, the memory will stay at my grandmother's house. Wen Er will always remember that the first "Xinhua Dictionary" in her life was bought for her by her grandmother at the largest store in the neighborhood for 7 yuan. When Wen'er was 6 years old, her grandmother and grandfather separated on a snowy day. At that time, she and Wen's father stood under the eaves of their uncle's kitchen and watched as a wall was erected, blocking any communication between the old couple. It wasn't until 2015 that my grandfather passed away and the wall finally fell.

Of course, Wen Er will not forget the scene of living in his aunt's house for a long time. I don't know why, this will always remind Wen Er of the discomfort of Lin Daiyu in Jiafu in "Dream of Red Mansions".

Auntie's family opened a tofu workshop, and every night downstairs was bustling with people, and Xiao Wener basically never fell asleep before 11 o'clock. Sometimes, she would climb up the long and tall bench, holding a big scoop in her hand, and stirring the soy milk in the big pot with great effort, and before long, a layer of golden tofu skin would form on the top, which can also be called tofu skin. After that, a portion of the soy milk is scooped out to make tofu, and the rest is sold directly.

At that time, when I was in the tofu business, I had to carry a burden, and at one end was an iron bucket containing steaming soybean milk; At one end is a wooden partition, and when the moist yellow and white cloth is lifted, there are pieces of fresh tofu like square bricks. Under the wooden partition is lined with a small basket, where plump soybeans will be poured in, which is the "silver money" that people who buy tofu and soy milk exchange for. Such a form of "bartering" is deeply engraved in Wener's childhood memories.

It wasn't until a long, long time later, when Wen Er saw his aunt and thought of his aunt's house, the smell of soy milk in the depths of his memory would always come out slowly, and he would smash his mouth carefully a few times, and it seemed that he could still suck out a little bit of the sweetness of soy milk from his gums. Perhaps, this is also the fundamental reason why Wener hated drinking soy milk and eating tofu when he grew up.