(Foreword)

Thorns and bumps, but there is no hesitation.

(Text)

All the students were shocked when they saw this scene, and no one thought that Qianyu would actually eat yesterday's box lunch.

Mo Shanshuang sat in his seat and looked at Qianyu.

Soon Qianyu finished eating the food in the lunch box, she walked in front of Mo Shanshuang with the empty lunch box, put the empty lunch box on his table and said; "Thank you."

Mo Shanshuang looked at the lunch box on the table and smiled.

Too many words were useless in Mo Shanshuang's opinion, but this time Qianyu's actions really shocked Mo Shanshuang, originally he just wanted to return the lunch box to Qianyu, but what he didn't expect was that she actually finished eating. Mo Shanshuang picked up the empty lunch box and walked to the side of the trash can and threw the lunch box into it.

In this way, the problem between Qianyu and Mo Shanshuang was solved, and Mo Shanshuang no longer deliberately did not talk to her, and Qianyu did not bring him a lunch box again.

Autumn gradually passed, and Mo Shanshuang knew that the winter vacation was coming, but the money he had prepared, excluding the necessary expenses, was not enough for the whole family to come to the city to play, and he began to worry a little.

At the same time, he received a letter from his father, and Mo Shanshuang opened the envelope, and his face was more melancholy. The difficulties ahead seem to be growing.

The letter reads:

Moshan Frost pro-enlightenment:

My son is frosty, the weather is dry this year, there has been no rain for several days, and the harvest in the field is not very good, so there is really no way to send you living expenses this time, I know that your scholarship at school is also limited, I discussed it with Shui Rou, or we won't come during this year's winter vacation. You have to remember to take care of yourself and wait until the Chinese New Year when you come back.

Do not take care.

Don't read it.

Father ink ploughing

After reading the letter, Mo Shanshuang knew that his father was not a few big characters, and this letter must have been written by his father to his sister Mo Shuirou. It seems that this year's harvest is not generally bad, otherwise Mo Geng would definitely not deduct Mo Shanshuang's living expenses.

"What's the matter, there's a letter from home?" Tianwen walked into the dormitory and saw Mo Shanshuang holding a letter and asked.

"Yes." Mo Shanshuang responded.

Tianwen saw that Mo Shanshuang's face was clearly on his mind.

"What's wrong? Did you encounter something difficult? Talk to me about how I can help. Tianwen said.

"Nothing."

"Shanshuang, this is your right, don't you look down on me, although I am not very rich, but I really want to help you." What Tianwen said is true.

"It's really nothing, it's just that the harvest in the field this year is not good, my father can't send living expenses, and I just did something to play during this year's winter vacation." Mo Shanshuang said it succinctly.

"Is that so?"

"Croppers originally rely on the weather for food, and if the weather is bad, the harvest will not be good, nothing." Mo Shanshuang pretended to be indifferent, but he was still very anxious in his heart.

"Shanshuang, I really don't understand the things in this field, and I can't help much, but I can still do my best to let your family come to play during the winter vacation." Tianwen just wanted to say that he could give out his own money, but quickly took the words back.

He knew Mo Shanshuang's character, and he would never ask him for money.

"Forget it, let's talk about it next year." Mo Shanshuang said.

"Don't, it's hard for you to get your family to come to the city once, don't just give up."

"I don't want to give up like that, but"

"Don't give up yet, let's think about whether there is any other way." Tianwen suggested.

The next day, Mo Shanshuang came to the classroom.

"Mo Shanshuang, are you experiencing any difficulties?" Condensation asked.

It seems that the god must have asked that guy to say that he slipped his mouth.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the harvest in my hometown is not good, so I'm a little worried." Mo Shanshuang said calmly.

"Don't you really need help?"

"I really don't need to, I'll take care of it myself."

At noon, Qianyu picked up the food but didn't eat it, but was thinking about something.

"Here you go." Qianyu handed the lunch box to Mo Shanshuang.

"I'll eat bread." Mo Shanshuang didn't pay attention.

"I'll give it to you when I say it's you!" Qianyu said like a command.

Mo Shan Shuang didn't raise his head and continued to eat his bread.

Qianyu angrily took the bread in his hand and threw it to the ground: "I said, you can't eat bread every day!" ”

"Food is meant to be eaten, not wasted!!" Mo Shanshuang glared at Qianyu.

Qianyu had never seen Mo Shanshuang so angry as she was now.

"Isn't it just a loaf of bread? I'll buy you another ten if you want it, what's the big deal? Qianyu said nonchalantly.

When Qianyu was at home, she just ate a bite of a lot of food and didn't eat it, in her opinion, a little bread was a big deal.

"In your opinion, this bread is really nothing remarkable, but you must know that the meals you eat are all hard to grow, you will never think that the heavy farm work every day is to hope for a good harvest, but the hard work of growing food, you are only one or two catties of ten catties, and the rest is wasted!"

"Didn't I give money, and besides, you were so angry with this broken bread? Am I not kind? Qianyu still feels that what she did is not a big deal.

"It's just a broken loaf of bread, you know? Just such a bread is not eaten by many families in our village, which may not really be a big deal to you, but it may be the ration of a family in our village for a whole day. Mo Shanshuang picked up the bread on the ground, patted the dust on it, and continued to eat.

"Qianyu, what are you thinking?" Ning Shui was afraid to pat Qianyu: "Why does everyone of you seem to have something on your mind." ”

"Everyone? Who else? Qianyu asked.

"Who else? Isn't it the Moshan Frost yet? I kindly asked him this morning about the difficulties he encountered, but he gave him a perfunctory explanation, just saying that the harvest in his hometown was not good. I don't think it's that simple. Condensation speculated.

"How so?" Qianyu suddenly remembered what Mo Shanshuang had said, many of their families might not be able to eat due to a bad harvest.

"No, how could he say that."

"No, I have to ask what the hell is going on."

"I said Qianyu, since Moshanshuang helped you, you seem to be very concerned about his affairs."

"What's the matter, we're all classmates, just helping each other."

(End of chapter)