Since Li Qiao's parents divorced, Li Qiao has undergone obvious changes. Her hair was cut into a very short man's head, presumably a barber's technical problem, and the row of bangs on her forehead was crooked like a rice paddy field blown down by the wind. The beautiful clothes that had been worn out of her body were replaced by some worn, completely ill-fitting old clothes.

"Look, Cinderella is here!" The classmates whistled at her.

Li Qiao turned a blind eye and walked straight to his seat. As soon as she sat down, she bounced. There was a puddle of thin mud on the bench.

"Who is it?" She blushed.

"Some people think they're still princesses!" "That's all she does? Then I don't want to be a prince for the rest of my life! Everyone was gossiping and slandering, with a playful smile on their faces.

When class started, the classmate next to Li Qiao raised his hand. The teacher was surprised that he hadn't started the lecture yet!

The classmate pinched his nose and retched exaggeratedly, "Teacher, I apply to change seats." The smell is so strong, I can't stand it! ”

Li Qiao shrank and remained motionless. She hadn't washed her hair in a few days, but her hair was short and shouldn't smell so bad.

The teacher slapped the lectern and said solemnly, "Don't mess around!" ”

"I'm not messing around, really!" The classmate suddenly opened his mouth and vomited.

Li Qiao lay on the table and cried loudly.

Some of the students laughed and some screamed, the class was completely chaotic, and the teacher slapped the table on the podium and knocked on the sticks to no avail.

Yang Moumou sat behind a few rows away from Li Qiao, without saying a word.

On this day, she wrote her homework in advance in the classroom, and her handwriting was very neat. She checked it a few times, tucked it into her textbook, and gently slipped it into her bag.

Mom and Dad won't quarrel over her homework today, right? She thought so, and her steps became lighter.

However, she was still too naïve.

Before she entered the house, she heard the sound of "clang" and "bang" from the room. This time I didn't quarrel, but I fought instead? Yang Moumou was at the door, his hands drooping weakly.

In her memory, Mom and Dad had fought many times. The earliest time she can remember is when she was four years old, when the family fried a plate of meat. At that time, I couldn't afford to eat a few meals of meat throughout the year, so I was so happy to have meat to eat!

From the moment this lump of meat was bought, Yang Moumou, a senior snack merchant, circled around it, for fear that it would fly with wings on its own. When Mom cuts the meat, she stares with puffed eyes. When Mom poured the meat into the pan and stir-fried, she continued to stare on tiptoe and pout her ass. When his mother fried the meat and brought it out, Yang Moumou couldn't control himself anymore, and his saliva soaked the clothes on his chest. She kept guarding the plate of meat, and kept asking, "When will Daddy come back?" ”

Finally, looking forward to his father's return, Yang Moumou happily ran to the kitchen to wash his hands. Worst! This sudden sensation...... She ran to the toilet with her stomach clutched, muttering, "Mom and Dad are not allowed to eat my meat!" ”

She clenched her fists with both hands and made a quick poop, washed her hands hastily and rushed out. Her flesh!

The plate of meat lay unscathed on the dining table.

Mom and Dad grabbed each other's arms and pushed them around the house. Mom's hair is loose, but the hair rings are still there. Yang Moumou looked at his mother's hair and remembered the beggar who fell crookedly on the side of the road and asked for money.

When my mother saw Yang Moumou, she shouted, "Yang Moumou, Dad beat Mom!" ”

The kindergarten teacher said that it is wrong to hit someone. Yang Moumou stepped forward and pulled his father's clothes hard, "Dad, don't hit your mother!" ”

Dad turned his head, "Yang Moumou, let go, I'll bump into you later!" ”

Mom took the opportunity to punch Dad and smashed the glasses on the bridge of Dad's nose to the ground.

Dad was nearsighted when he was in middle school, but his family was poor, and Dad was embarrassed to reach out to Grandpa for money for glasses. It wasn't until he was admitted to the middle school and served an iron rice bowl that he felt that it was time for him to wear glasses. First, you can see clearly when you wear glasses, and second, in those days, glasses were a symbol of intellectuals. So, he saved money and prepared a pair for himself. He cherishes it very much on weekdays, and this pair of glasses has not been worn out until now.

Now it can be poured, the glasses fell to the ground, and the temples were broken, like a cripple planted on the ground.

Mom was pushed down and her ass hit the ground.

Dad clenched his fists, his face flushed.

The feather dusters in the house began to fly, and the unbreakable enamel bowls rolled on the ground. The broom in Mom's hand poked Dad's waist, Dad grabbed the broom and pulled it, and Mom threw it on the dining table.

Yang Moumou hurriedly trotted over. The mother stretched out her hand to Yang Moumou, thinking that her daughter was going to help her. I didn't know that Yang Moumou didn't squint, and stretched out his hand to protect the plate of meat.

Syllable! Yang Moumou was slapped firmly.

The mother burst into tears, "What's the use of raising a daughter?" ”

Yang Moumou was beaten. What did she do wrong again? She looked at the plate of solidified meat, and her chest felt like a ball of cotton, sullen and uncomfortable.

There was a fierce quarrel between her parents in the house, mixed with the sound of throwing things, Yang Moumou's thoughts returned, she deliberately ran on the spot very loudly, shouting, "Dad! Mom! I'm back! ”

There was instant silence inside.

After a few minutes, the door opened. Dad strode out sideways, his head tilted to the side.

Yang Moumou was sharp-eyed and found that his father's eyes were blue and purple, and a bag was bulging on his forehead.

The room was dim, with only a wall lamp on. Mom sat under the lamp with her hands over her face. "Coming back?" Mom's voice was hoarse.

Yang Moumou put down his schoolbag and did not say anything.

"Take out your homework and write it." Mom raised her head slightly, her hands still covering her face.

"It's been written a long time ago." Yang Moumou put his hand into his school bag.

"Oh." Mom got up and went into the kitchen with her head down, "Eat duck eggs tonight." ”

Yang Moumou sat on the bench for a while, and suddenly took out his homework book and tore it to pieces.

At this time, Mom came out. She held a duck egg in each hand, pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled at Yang Moumou, "Duck eggs can reduce swelling by applying them to the eyes." When my mother finishes dressing, the eggs are no longer hot, just right to eat. ”

Yang Moumou looked at his mother in front of him from head to toe, and his mother was not injured at all except that her eyes were a little red and swollen. But Dad has a bag on his forehead and his eyes are purple!

In Yang's impression, every time his parents fight, it must be his father who is injured. Mom, the posture is very sufficient, crying, making trouble and hanging yourself. Yang Moumou learned this word at a very young age, and she thinks it is more appropriate to use this word to describe her mother. My mother cried and counted every time, crying a pair of slightly swollen fish bubble eyes into the bulging eyes of a frog, as if she was the hardest in the world.

Mother's drama, as a child, Yang Moumou is tired of watching it, but he has tried it again and again for his father. Ay. I don't know what will happen this time. Yang Moumou really hopes that his father will be angry and be angry with his mother - he has been bullied into this respect, so he is a people's teacher! If nothing else, I'm so embarrassed to face the students in class!

"Yang Moumou, the duck eggs are not hot, let's eat one." Mom stretched out her hand to Yang.

Yang Moumou turned his back.

She was suddenly a little bored with her mother. Doesn't dad bother mom? Why don't you divorce your mother?