The choice is in the hands of the mother, and the two can only have one.

Mom gritted her teeth and chose me, while Sister Yingying followed Dad.

Dad took Sister Yingying back to her grandparents' house.

After that, the world was clear, and no one made trouble with me at night.

My mother would often ask me to go to her room and sleep with her.

But I still meet Sister Yingying every day at school, and I began to hate the teacher.

In fact, I also hate why I agreed to let my sister cheat, Sister Yingying and I are 108,000 miles away from the classroom. After school, they have to go back to their respective homes, and they can only catch a few words between each class.

At first, Sister Yingying almost didn't say anything, and even deliberately avoided me.

I looked for her for more than a week before Sister Yingying cried and told me about her condition.

Sister Yingying didn't quite know what was going on, saying that there were only grandparents at home. Dad took his grandparents' savings and his own money, and borrowed loan sharks to go to the north. Every day, someone came to the door to splash red paint, and grandpa also blocked the door and splashed paint for this reason.

I told my mom what I heard, and my mom called my dad.

I just listened to it, and the eleven-year-old didn't quite understand what it meant.

Dad seems to mean that he doesn't have enough money to develop here, so he can only go farther north. Dad seems to have chosen the Hubei side and found a few co-investors. During the quarrel again, Dad meant to let Mom leave it alone.

My mother hung up the phone and asked me to take my schoolbag and go to my grandparents' house together.

Sister Yingying and I were doing homework in the yard, while my grandparents and my mother were chatting in the room.

None of us knew what was going on, only the constant crying.

They all cried and were still talking, talking for a long, long time.

It's been so long that we've all finished writing last night, and we forgot to make dinner.

My mother took my grandparents and us down to the restaurant, during which I saw my grandfather's arms wrapped in a white cloth.

I asked my grandfather how he got hurt, and he shook his head and said that he slipped and fell on the ground.

I asked Yan again if it was serious, and my grandfather shook his head vigorously and said that it would be fine tomorrow.

After dinner that day, my mother took me and Sister Yingying home.

After that, the days were back to the same, but there was no father.

We visit our grandparents every weekend, on Saturdays and on Sundays.

In this way, we passed from elementary school to junior high school, and half of the students in the class were promoted to the same class.

Sister Yingying and I were not separated, and when we asked to sit together, we were once again denied.

The meaning of the new junior high school homeroom teacher is that together we will influence each other's learning.

From elementary school to junior high school, we almost didn't change.

From the beginning of the language, English has gradually changed to four languages, mathematics, and English.

I was between 90 and 110 in Chinese and English, and failed in math and science.

Sister Yingying is the opposite of me, and she can reach more than 130 in math and science with a perfect score of 150. But the same language failed, and English was even worse, and I could only get a score of more than ten or twenty points.

From junior high school onwards, schools became more and more rigorous.

We are still a key school, and the original schedule of five days off and two days off a week has been changed to six days off and one day off.

Only on weekends we could have a little respite, and on Saturday night we were asked to go to my grandma's house for dinner.

And on Sunday we all have to go to my grandparents' house.