When I returned home after class, the small tiled house was full of baskets, sundries, and clothes, and Dong Qing threw his schoolbag on the dilapidated sofa aside.

The sofa was given as a gift by a colleague in my father's unit when he was ready to throw it away.

Holly lay down on the floor, staring at the roof tiles and old, fluffy beams, and occasionally at the dilapidated sofa, and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"It's really in response to the sentence that the poor are ugly, one meter forty-nine."

This is why Lin Jing discriminated against her so much.

Lin Jing's father and Dong Qing's father are colleagues, although they are colleagues, their positions are as far away as a chasm.

Lin Jing's father is the section chief of the unit, and Dongqing's father is a security guard. Lin Jing's father drove out every day, and Dongqing's father would step forward quickly to open the door, straighten up, and look at it with a respectful smile.

Lin Jing and Dong Qing's family both live in the unit, and the houses they are assigned to are also different from heaven and earth.

Lin Jing's family lives in the building on the left, and Dongqing's family lives in the tiled house on the right, and it is an extremely dilapidated tiled house, some of which have leaked rain and cannot live in people, and there are only a few barely inhabitable houses left, two of which are arranged for Dongqing's family.

Lin Jing's home is a standard three-bedroom and two-living room, and Lin Jing is "assigned" to one room separately. Dongqing's family was assigned two large studios, crowded together, with no privacy at all.

She had jealousy and envy for Lin Jing, but the gap in reality made her have to calm all the turbulent thoughts and continue to endure.

Dong Qing turned over and flipped out the test paper in his schoolbag, staring at the "52 points" on it.

She really wanted to tear up the test paper directly, and considering that she still had to use it for revision, she forced her hatred to stuff it back into her schoolbag again.

Dongqing's logical thinking has not been very good since he was a child, and no matter how hard he tries, his math scores are not good. For this reason, her poor father started a part-time job moving bricks, and used the money she earned to tutor her in mathematics.

After attending cram school, she scored 85 points, because of her weak foundation and uncertain grades, sometimes 90 points, and sometimes even failed.

Thinking of the time when he scored 85 points, Dong Qing's eyes became gloomy again.

Lin Jing and Dong Qing were at the same table before, but from the first day Lin Jing came into contact with Dong Qing, she looked down on her as the daughter of a security guard, and she always went too far away from Dong Qing in class.

Occasionally, Dong Qing asked her some questions, Lin Jing unceremoniously blew her nose and glared, and drew a 38 line in the middle of the table arrogantly, not allowing Dong Qing to trespass.

It happened that Dong Qing played exceptionally well in the midterm exam, scoring 85 points, and Lin Jing spread around that Dong Qing plagiarized the answers of her test papers.

For this reason, he also complained to the head teacher, and the head teacher had no choice but to change Lin Jing's seat.

Lin Jing packed up her belongings and ran to the new seat without looking back, and scolded Dongqing's various faults (some of which were made up by Lin Jing) to the new table, leading everyone to isolate her.

Dongqing, who has a humble family, let rumors spread, pretending to be deaf and dumb, silently enduring, and going alone.

Dong Qing remembered that the humble security guard father was still moving bricks at the construction site, and his eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

A loud voice directly pulled her back to reality.

"Dongqing, don't you know how to come to the kitchen when you go home?"

"I'm so busy here that I can't get the food out, and you're lying down and sleeping in it?"

"I gave birth to a daughter to help me with housework, look at your cousin, how diligent, cook and cook every day, and chop pigweed to feed the pigs,..."

"What about you? ……”

Not far away, a middle-aged woman with delicate facial features, her hair tightly tied with a torn towel on her head, hunched over, carrying a basin full of water, and carrying it tiredly.

The thin lips were like machine guns, crackling and scolding Dong Qing, this was her mother.

Dong Qing only felt dizzy, she walked quickly to the kitchen, leaned over to the vegetable pot, and pretended to wash the vegetables seriously.

If you don't do housework in time, you will be scolded next.

Dongqing also has three older brothers, and the brothers are studying in another room, and their mother never beckons them to work. Whenever there is housework, he will only desperately call Dongqing's name.

Because her mother said to her countless times, "How can a boy do housework, a girl is born to work."

While washing vegetables, Dongqing laughed at himself: "Girls should be cows and horses, and sons should be held by gods."

Unconsciously rub the vegetable leaves in your hands.

"Are you washing vegetables or killing vegetables?" , the mother roared from the side.

Dong Qing didn't react, lowered his head, and washed the vegetables silently, without saying a word.

Mother saw Dong Qing's unserious appearance and yelled, "If you don't do it seriously, don't do it."

Seeing that Dongqing was still rubbing the vegetable leaves like a robot, the vegetable leaves were about to rot.

Her mother held her breath directly to her chest, stepped forward and pushed Dong Qing away, and said unceremoniously: "You get out, I'll wash it myself, it's really useless."

A force swooped in, causing Dong Qing to sit down next to the ditch.

Dong Qing was stunned for a while, twitching the corners of his mouth, wanting to roar back, and saw his mother with a resentful face, and finally stuck in his throat like a fish bone.

Dong Qing stood, straightened up, slammed the vegetable leaves into the water, splashed his mother, and walked straight to the house, letting his mother's scolding hit him like a storm behind him.

Dong Qing tilted his head, puffed out his cheeks, his eyes were indifferent, and he walked numbly.