Life isn't always so bad. Although it is unlikely that his parents will divorce, and being scolded and beaten is commonplace, Yang Moumou ushered in his own happiness.

Children's Day is here.

This Children's Day is different from previous years. The music teacher said that the best children in the class should be selected to participate in the rehearsal of the show, which will be performed in the town's cinema.

Speaking of movie theaters, it can be said that it is the most popular building in town. Whenever a movie is played, people from all directions near the town rush over like a raging wave.

Some of them walked dozens of miles of mountain roads, flowed through footless rivers, and carried bulging cowhide bags on their backs. When he was hungry, he took out a big bun from his pocket with his backhand and took two bites; Thirsty, with a kettle and enamel cup in his pocket. They dragged their mouths, and a large family came with great difficulty. All of them had happy smiles on their faces.

Yang Moumou is lucky, she lives in the town, and it only takes ten minutes to get from home to the cinema.

She sat on the bench of the movie theater, crowded with people in front of her, left and right, and only a small face was outside. She poked her head out, her nostrils struggling to breathe in the air - well, in addition to the strong smell of feet, sweat and bad breath, she also smelled scallion oil flatbread and leek fried dumplings.

Well, in order to watch a movie, even if someone poops on the spot, she can hold back.

In addition to the movies, some of the town's biggest celebrations are also held at the cinema. Yang Moumou was fortunate enough to watch it once. She sat down and watched the radiant performers on stage, goosebumps on her back. Her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and her heart pounded through her chest. How she wanted to stand on that stage!

Now, here's your chance. The music teacher told the children to line up and dance a few movements in turn.

Everyone exerted their strength to breastfeed, and they all wanted to behave in front of the teacher. Some of them used too much force to turn the dance into a high jump or a long jump. There are also people who turn their heels on the ground, kicking up dust from the ground, and have their own dance backgrounds.

It's Yang's turn. Her palms were sweaty, and her legs were shaking like a wobble. She walked up to the teacher and bowed respectfully. Take a deep breath, get up, and jump several movements in one breath. Finally, she raised her hands up and jumped up with her legs apart. She had been brewing this action for a long time, and she danced like this on TV. But, something went wrong, she shook one leg, and she fell to the ground like a dog.

A classmate came to help her.

She lay on the ground and didn't move, and tears flowed down her face. Good classmate, thank you for helping me, I want to lie on my stomach.

"Let's go, it's time for me to perform." The classmate said.

Yang Moumou turned his head and glared.

For the next whole day, Yang Moumou was absent-minded.

During class, she took the book upside down and was punished for standing. She stood outside the classroom with her eyes drooping, her eyes glazed and she didn't know what she was thinking. When it was time for the next class, she swayed into the classroom of another class.

At lunchtime, she pulled all the rice onto her chest and clothes, and the only dish she had was poked on the table, and she inevitably took another beating. She didn't cry or make a fuss, she endured it quietly.

Mom slapped a few times casually, and looked at Dad suspiciously, "What's wrong with this child?" Stunned? ”

The next day, she entered the classroom with a pair of puffy fish bubble eyes.

The music teacher was already standing on the podium with a note in his hand.

Most of them are shortlists. Yang's throat tightened and he suddenly wanted to cry. She definitely lost the election.

As she listened to the teacher unhurriedly chanting one name after another, despair welled up in her heart: she was going to be in the crowd to watch others perform again. In addition to the taste of pancakes and dumplings, will anyone fart or diarrhea? No, she won't go to the show, she's afraid she won't be able to stand it, she's afraid she'll rush up and drag others off the stage!

"Yang Moumou." The music teacher read her name.

She jerked to her feet. The table was overturned by her hands that had nowhere to put it, and the ink on the table splattered, painting the male classmate next to her with a black face. She apologized again and again, but her mouth was already smiling.

The male classmate wiped his face and said slowly, "It's okay, when you go to the cinema to perform, I will come and bring enough water and steamed buns to come and cheer." ”

Yang Moumou smiled and blossomed.

Rehearsals are scheduled for each afternoon after school. As soon as the school bell rang, Yang Moumou had already flown out of the classroom.

She was the first to arrive. The rehearsal took place in the open space next to the school's ping-pong table. It wasn't quite what she saw on TV.

On TV, rehearsals are usually held in a bright and spacious dance studio, where girls of their age are flushed, practicing their moves in front of the mirror, and holding each other's waists and holding hands. Yang Moumou looked at the girl on TV, and his eyes were always fixed on people's red faces.

And their practice field is just an empty space in the school. Except for a few ping-pong tables made of cement, there is nothing else. Only outside the school fence stands a tall acacia tree.

None of that matters, though. Even if she was asked to practice in the latrine, she was willing. Anyway, on the day of the official performance, she can also paint her red face. By the way, there has to be a red mole in the center of the forehead!

The teacher came, and so did the other children. Yang Moumou and several other children practiced seriously and sweated under the guidance of the teacher. The action can't be, it doesn't matter, practice it a few more times. There are no mirrors, it doesn't matter, they are all mirrors of each other. Everybody's stinky. When doing some partner movements, everyone deliberately pinched their noses and held their breath.

At the end of the exercise, the teacher invited each child to eat a piece of sorbet.

Yang Moumou felt that he had never been so happy. She took the sorbet given by her teacher and rushed all the way home to give it to her sister.

"Eat, eat, it's best to eat sorbet in hot weather. Mom and Dad don't buy it, my sister can give it to you! Yang Moumou leaned his neck and his nostrils were facing the sky.

The sorbet had already begun to melt and drip, and my sister hurriedly opened her mouth wide and took a bite.

Dad walked over with a smile, "It's a bit of a sister today." ”

Of course, I don't see who I am, I'm going to the movie theater in town!

Mom was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, and the kitchen knife was clattering, "Star Yang Moumou, hurry up and write your homework, I'm about to eat!" ”

Yang Moumou took out the notebook from his schoolbag and raised it in his hand, "It's already been written." "Today, the teacher assigned homework in advance, and she didn't go out to play after class, so she stayed in the classroom to do her homework.

Mom poked her head out of the kitchen, "The sun is coming out of the west?" ”

Hmph, my mother is always like this, and she always looks down on her daughter. Or at every turn, "who's daughter is how". You have the ability to give birth to someone's daughter yourself! I was born badly, but I blamed my daughter!

Yang Moumou put the homework book into his schoolbag and strode to the kitchen.

Mom stopped the kitchen knife in her hand and raised her eyes, "What are you doing?" Don't block the light. ”

The dim yellow light bulb on the kitchen wall was almost blocked by Yang's head.

Yang Moumou moved his foot to the side, straightened his back and said, "Mom, just wait!" "I will show you that my own daughter is no worse than someone else's.

Mom wondered, "What are you waiting for?" ”

Yang Moumou turned around and strode out of the kitchen.

Mom craned her neck, angry, "Why are you hanging my appetite?" You bear child! ”