It wasn't until he had walked far that a sourness hit his chest and gradually turned red.

Dongqing is very helpless, his mother is a woman in feudal tradition, and it is not a matter of one or two days to favor sons over daughters.

Over the years, she has endured silently, trying to be obedient and not being scolded by her mother.

But her grumpy mother never stopped scolding because she was submissive.

If she obediently does a certain housework, her mother will find fault with Dong Qing for not doing it neatly enough. She does things neatly, and if she doesn't do the next chore, she still has to be scolded.

For a while, Dong Qing simply let himself go, no matter how fierce his mother's bullets and bullets attacked, he would never step out of the house to help with household chores.

Although Dong Qing hated her mother's partiality, she also silently watched her mother's hard work.

In order to raise a family of five, my mother opened a small canteen to cook food for No. 30 people, and every day she was either on the way to buy vegetables or on the way to cook.

An old pair of pajamas covered in hairballs is what you can wear all year round. The furballs that roll up from the pajamas can be made into a rabbit.

Dong Qing couldn't hate her mother, she could only hate that she wasn't strong enough.

Thinking all the way, I unconsciously walked to the construction site where my father was moving bricks.

When my father saw Dongqing from afar, he put down the brick in his hand, ignoring the red ash and exhaustion, and his wrinkled face, like a star lamp, lit up with a smile and kindness.

He looked at the thin Dong Qing and asked distressedly, "It's time for class, are you doing at school today?" ”

Dong Qing thought of the 52-point test paper again, the corners of his mouth squirmed, and he reluctantly replied: "I'm fine, father"

The father gently held her hand and said, "You know, the person my father is most worried about is you."

"Father, I know", she squeezed his father's hand, her eyes slightly reddened, and she smiled.

The father never snubbed her because she was a daughter, and often secretly comforted her and made her happy after her mother scolded her. Every month, he will secretly hide 30 yuan from his salary and leave it for Dongqing to buy snacks.

My father's monthly salary is only 600 yuan, which can be regarded as a "huge" expenditure.

My mother often held me accountable where the money went, but my father never said anything.

In this family, her father is the last trace of comfort in her heart.

Before you know it, night has quietly fallen, and the lights on the roadside are turned on one by one.

The yellowing light shone on my father, a tall and thin figure, with trouser legs rolled up, wearing plastic water boots, covered in red and gray, and wrinkles on his thin and dry face.

Dong Qing looked at his father's face and sighed, fantasizing faintly.

If she can become a female entrepreneur, it would be great to let her father lie at home without worrying about food and clothing, drinking her father's tea, listening to opera, and living this life happily without having to work hard.

Dong Qing looked at the full moon and lost her mind, she hoped that the full moon could hear it and fulfill her little wish.

"Knock knock, ding knock" A burst of bowls and chopsticks collided.

A fat middle-aged man was tapping on the dishes and chopsticks not far away, shouting, "You can go home for dinner", he was wearing a large gold chain that shimmered dazzlingly in the light.

The workers next to them stopped their work, wiped their sweat with the towels on their shoulders, opened the dusty insulated lunch box placed next to the gutter, took out porridge and buns, sat on the red brick pile, gulped porridge, nibbled on buns, occasionally snorted, and looked at the night in the distance with wooden eyes.

The father hunched over, took off his dirty and smelly boots, and large blisters had appeared on his feet, endured the pain, and changed into wooden slippers made by his mother.

In the dim yellow light, a tall and a short shadow walked hand in hand towards home.

… … …

With the rustling of the night wind, PHS shook in his pocket, jingle bell, jingle bell.

Dong Qing turned on the screen and saw a text message from the head teacher, which read, "Arrive at school on time at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, I need to discuss something with you."

"Discuss, I'm an inconspicuous figure, what to discuss? Shouldn't it be looking for a top student like Lin Jing? Holly looked aloof, laughing at herself at her phone.

The father looked at the PHS in her hand, his face was still as kind as usual, and said: "Child, this mobile phone is so beautiful, and the bright red color is just right for your bright youth."

Dongqing can have the latest release of PHS mobile phones, which is completely a blessing for scholars.

The assistant scholar sent her a package some time ago, opened it turned out to be an expensive PHS mobile phone, and added that this red color matches her very well, and I wish her happiness.

Speaking of this scholar, Dong Qing has never seen him, but has only received cash from him.

In her imagination, the assistant scholar should be a local tyrant with a big waist and a big gold chain, otherwise she would not be able to sponsor her to study.

No matter what the image is, Dong Qing is 10,000 thanks in his heart.

Because of the help of scholars, she can have the money to sign up for study, otherwise with her family conditions, her mother should have let her go to herd cattle to make money a long time ago.

Think of the green grassland and a few little yellow cows, and look down at their dark yellow skin.

And if you go to raise cattle? She is estimated to have been an African refugee for a long time.