The little brother who was driving the car had a thief's eye, and hurriedly opened the co-pilot's door and made a gesture to please get into the car.

Song Zhixiao was in a dilemma, but he didn't dare to disobey Zhang Wenliu's intentions, stepped on the co-pilot's mat with high heels, and as soon as his buttocks were raised, he sat in the co-pilot.

Zhang Wenliu ignited, put on gear, moved skillfully, and stepped on the accelerator, and this silver "modern van" disappeared from the sight of the younger brothers like a ghost.

Inside the van.

Zhang Wenliu grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and put the other on the gear knob.

Although he doesn't have a driver's license, Zhang Wenliu can now be called an old driver, after all, he is very familiar with the car in the office, and every time he goes out to run errands, he will use the car for private use.

And it was already more than 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were not many ghosts on the road.

Compared with the calm Zhang Wenliu, Song Zhixiao is particularly nervous.

was first kidnapped by a gang of bald men, and almost lost her body, and finally came to a personal hero to save the United States, and the cruelty was comparable to the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, which stimulated her enough.

The scorched shadow on half of the bald man's face is estimated to be unforgettable for the rest of his life.

Song Zhixiao didn't dare to breathe, for fear of angering Zhang Wenliu and giving himself a set of torture.

Her hands were twisted together, her knuckles were white, and she rested restlessly on her lower abdomen.

The two jade legs were tightly together, as close to the direction of the car door as possible, and even their heads didn't dare to look at Zhang Wenliu, pretending to enjoy the scenery outside the window.

"Teacher Song, you seem to be very afraid of me." Zhang Wenliu's body did not move, and his head was biased towards Song Zhixiao.

"Huh? I, I didn't, just a little nervous......" a weak voice came from the carriage.

Zhang Wenliu sighed, and said in his heart that your voice is shaking and your teeth are fighting, and you still say that you are not afraid?

What a simple woman.

So Zhang Wenliu parked the car on the side of the road and leaned over.

Song Zhixiao hurriedly closed his eyes, folded his hands, and muttered in his mouth: "Ah, don't kill me, I promise not to say it!" ”

Zhang Wenliu pulled the black line on his head, then ripped off the seat belt, "Click-" There was a soft sound, and the co-pilot's seat belt buckle was inserted.

Song Zhixiao only felt a tightness in his chest, and a stream of hot air sprayed on his face, and then he felt that Zhang Wenliu was far away from him.

She looked down and saw that it was Zhang Wenliu who had fastened her seat belt.

"Ah, thank you."

"The driving is not standardized, the relatives are in tears, and the first thing to do when you get in the car is to fasten your seat belt." Zhang Wenliu gently patted the back of Song Zhixiao's hand and found that her hand was cold and there was no trace of temperature.

"Asi, you really want to have a demeanor and not a temperature, it's all minus five or six degrees now, and you still wear so little, aren't you afraid of freezing out of gynecological diseases?" Zhang Wenliu pinched Song Zhixiao's arm and found that she was only wearing two layers of thin clothes.

Even the thickest coat is the kind of polyester fabric worn in autumn.

Song Zhixiao lowered his head and didn't speak, and after a long time, Zhang Wenliu found that her shoulders were twitching, and through the reading light in the car, she faintly saw tears.

He sighed, took out a tissue from his arms and handed it over: "Hey, let you wear more clothes, there's no need to cry, right?" ”

Song Zhixiao took the tissue, wiped away his tears, and choked up: "People don't have money to buy clothes, who doesn't want to wear a little warmer, winter clothes are bitten out of big holes by mice, and they can't ......wear them at all."

Zhang Wenliu's concerned words allowed her to find an outlet.

began to pour bitter water on Zhang Wenliu.

Since elementary school, all her classmates have new clothes and shoes, but she can only wear old clothes from relatives.

Her classmates can enroll in interest classes and learn art, but she can only play the recorder at home.

When she was in junior high school, the teacher asked her to pay for the materials, and her mother said that the materials were all deceptive, and she bought a set of second-hand materials from the scrapyard for her, which made her ridiculed by her classmates for three years.

High school......

University......

Zhang Wenliu really wanted to give himself a big mouth, and asked himself why he asked that question, so that he smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and the other party was still chattering.

However, Song Zhixiao's question is also very simple, to sum it up in one word, poor!

Of course, it is not that her family is really poor, but that her mother is spiritually barren, takes money too seriously, and is reluctant to invest in her children.

The clothes can still be explained, but the learning aspect is really not enough.

After all, both of them are teachers, and no matter how low the salary is, it won't even have money to buy popsicles for their daughter.

People are lacking something, and they will desperately find to make up for it when they grow up.

"You have a younger brother?" Zhang Wenliu opened the window and let the smell of smoke drift out.

Song Zhixiao nodded and said: "Yes, when I was in the third grade of elementary school, my mother gave birth to my younger brother, from that time on, all the good things in the family must be given to my younger brother, the toy brother plays first, the delicious brother eats first, and when my brother cries, my mother will beat me, blaming me for not taking my younger brother well." ”

"What a pathetic family." Zhang Wenliu swallowed the saliva in his mouth and felt a little spicy.

"Then do you hate your brother?" Zhang Wenliu asked.

Song Zhixiao shook his head, his eyes were a little dazed, "I don't hate anyone, I just hate myself, I don't have the ability to earn money early, even if I grow up, I can only get a salary of less than 200,000 a month to maintain my basic expenses." ”

"Do you regret it?" Zhang Wenliu explained, "It is to borrow loan sharks to buy luxury goods." ”

Her blank expression suddenly became vivid, and there was a little more brilliance in her big empty eyes, "Regret? ”

"I don't regret it, even if I am given another chance, I will still buy it, that has become an obsession in my heart, everyone is human, why should I have to live worse than others, is it because I am not smart enough? Not pretty enough? ”

"From the day I left my original family, I made up my mind that absolutely, never go back to that home, even if I die outside, I will never go back."

As he spoke, Song Jihyo's eyes turned red again and began to burst into tears.

Zhang Wenliu listened to her tragic experience, and patted the other party's thigh with his hand, "In the final analysis, it's all the money that is to blame, don't worry, follow the eldest brother, there will be tickets, cars, and houses, and work for a few years to ensure that you can earn money that you can't spend in a few lifetimes." ”

In between speaking, Zhang Wenliu observed Song Zhixiao up close.

The business attire fits well, with leggings worn over the hip-hugging skirt instead of stockings, perhaps because of the greater comfort and warmth.

With a ponytail tied at the back of his head, he looks youthful and casual.

Because of crying, Song Zhixiao was no longer as nervous as he was at the beginning, and he had a more lazy atmosphere.

Zhang Wenliu's big hand was not honest, and he didn't take it away after slapping his thigh, so he just put it there flat.

Although there are two layers of fabric between the hip skirt and leggings, this touch makes him feel extraordinarily feeling, and his attention to Song Jihyo's experience is completely transferred to himself, how can he still have the heart to listen to the story.

The calves wrapped in flesh-colored leggings are close together, hidden under the storage bin.