The summer vacation is coming to an end, and the most memory of this summer vacation is planting seedlings in the lake. And the traces left at that time have not faded to this day. There were still some faint marks from the sunburn on my face and arms.

And my skin is much darker than other people's, so my neighbors call me Little Heiya. When they called like this, they were learned by the children next to them. So I was in school for a long time, and I was called by that nickname.

I didn't really care about it at first, but I was always a little disgusted. After a lot of time, I scolded those people in the class for this, and I cried angrily. It wasn't until later that the nickname disappeared imperceptibly.

With a week to go before the end of the summer vacation, I went to the small shop on the south side to help out with groceries. When I came out, I happened to meet Li Yaowen. I didn't notice him at first, but he called me first.

I saw him when I looked up, but he didn't look much different from what I saw at school, and his skin was still white and clean. I wondered, why is he so white when everyone else has been sunburned in the summer?

"Li Yaowen?" I let out a voice with a hint of surprise in my tone. Ask him, "Have you just come back from Shanghai?" ”

"yes, just got out of the car. I want to buy something for my grandma from the small shop! Li Yaowen said.

"Oh!" I nodded, and I quipped him, "Didn't you buy anything when you came back from that big Shanghai?" Still come to the small shop at home to buy? ”

"It's not!" Li Yaowen shook his head, a trace of blush flew across his face, and said, "I bought a little, because I also brought other things, so I bought a little less food!" ”

"Oh!" I nodded, looked behind him, and asked, "Did you come back alone?" ”

"No, and my cousin, he's waiting for me in the car!" Li Yaowen pouted behind me, and I saw a tricycle parked not far away.

"Oh, then you go buy it quickly, don't let people wait for you for too long!" I said.

"Well, okay, see you at school!"

"Well, see you at school!" After I finished speaking, I pursed my lips and hurried away from him.

On the way back, I felt a little weird, how to say it? It's a bit of a mixed feeling. Because I went to the shop to look really bad, the sun was pitch black and no one knew it, and I wore a pair of broken slippers.

Am I really not a little beggar?

A week later, the school officially opened. I'm in fourth grade, too. When I went to my dad, I told him that school was open today. He didn't raise his head and said, "School will start when school starts, what does it have to do with you." ”

"I ...... I'm starting school too! I said with a chill in my heart.

"You're starting school? What do you study? Dad finally looked up, but his face was very serious, very different from his usual appearance. The tone of speech is also very hard.

"How many points did you take last semester? Do you still want to go to school after taking the second place in the exam? What are you on? Don't be ashamed! It's not as good as last year......"

"It's second place, not second to last......"

"Second to last?" Dad repeated my words: "In the penultimate place, you just come down and plant seedlings, what else are you reading?" How can there be that spare money for you to waste! ”

I didn't speak, so I listened to my father continue to say, "I told you a long time ago last year not to be proud, you see that you were proud of the first place in the exam last year." I took a second place in the exam this year, but what about next year? Do you want to take the third place? Year after year, what do you read? What about what you learned? What is not as good as a person? How do people know that if you go up, you will go downhill! They won the second place last year, and they will be the first place this year, and they are a few points ahead of you! You were 0.5 points higher than others last year, look at what you are proud of? It's all confusing, right? ”

I bit my lip and tears fell down my face. Dad was still there and said that he didn't care about me when he saw me crying, and he reprimanded me even more.

"You also said that I took the first place in the exam, and you also said that I took the second place, so you said that I took the first place in the exam, and you didn't say it?" I cried.

"Did I say you were wrong? I said you're telling you not to be proud—"

"When did I become proud?" I interrupted him and said, "You say everything, this one is better than me, that one is better than me!" Since other people's children are good, you go to other people's homes to be fathers, what do you want me to do? Whose adult is like you, except for scolding is scolding, there is no encouragement at all......"

"If you don't do well in the exam, you still need encouragement? What encouragement do you want? I don't encourage people, I curse people......"

"Then why don't you die?"

"I'm dead? You won't live long if I die......"

The argument lasted so long that my tears were almost dry. I don't understand why it's like this every time, I always cry over something I shouldn't cry about...... Are my tears so worthless? Or did I laugh too much in my previous life, so I should cry more in this life?

If that's the case, can God be kind to me? Is it enough to make me cry all at once? Don't make me cry every time......

Because, I really don't like tears. Whether it's your own or someone else's......