Fairy tales have the power to change the world.

—Epigraph

Jixiang Town is a well-known poverty-stricken town in the country.

Since the reform and opening up of Shenzhen in the late 70s, many young people in Jixiang Town have gone south to work.

In the 90s, there were almost no young adults in Jixiang Town, and most of them were old people and children.

Jixiang Middle School is the only junior high school in the town.

Educational resources here are extremely backward.

Almost all of the children who have access to the family send their children to study outside, and almost all of the children who stay in this middle school to study are from relatively poor families.

But in this poverty, there must also be a three, six, nine, and so on.

Jiang Fanyue is the poorest of the poor.

"This dress, I remember that Zhao Di didn't want it, look at how many patches are on it."

"Not to mention the clothes, the homework books she uses are all picked up and put together what we don't want. The homework book I lost was only two blank pages, and she didn't pick it up and use it, and every time I handed in homework to the teacher, I handed in a piece of paper. ”

"Hey, you see the pencil head she uses, it's so short that she can't hold it, and she doesn't dislike it."

"I must have picked it up somewhere."

As soon as I arrived at the recess, the first class of junior high school rang out with the sound of conversation one after another.

Jiang Fanyue is the center of their topic.

It stands to reason that this class that has just been formed will not have so many people know about Jiang Fanyue's past.

But she's so special.

With heavy bangs, he always likes to hide in the corner and stare at others.

Like a mute, more than a month after the start of school, except for the first day of self-introduction and her name, no one heard her at other times, and she lowered her head every day to write and draw in her notebook.

Every day after school, I pick up garbage near the school, and most of the things I use on my body are picked up.

"That's right. I heard from people in her village that she was a broom star. In the past, the conditions of her family were good in the village, but after giving birth to her, her father ran away, her grandfather died, her grandmother died, and her mother, who was originally a particularly capable person, became a sick seedling who fell by the wind. ”

"Ah, if I sit so close to her, will her bad luck be transmitted to me?"

"Oops, she's staring at us with that weird look again."

"You think she's not going to be a fool. Dumb and stupid, so pathetic. ”

"What's the pity, she's a garbage king. Do you want to be friends with the garbage king? ”

"I don't want !!"

"Okay, okay, stop talking, the Chinese teacher is in."

Seeing the Chinese teacher come in, the children were silent, but Jiang Fanyue was still looking at them with those dark eyes.

It wasn't until she heard the Chinese teacher calling her name that Jiang Fanyue turned her head to look at the Chinese teacher.

"Jiang Fanyue, what's going on with your weekly diary, I asked you to copy the model composition, but I didn't let you write it yourself! Also, what elephant Yiyi, when you are writing fairy tales! If I see you writing this kind of thing on your homework in the future, I'll call your parents! ”

The Chinese teacher criticized it and started the lesson.

After school, the Chinese teacher threw away the weekly homework and asked the students below to go up to the podium to get the homework by themselves.

Jiang Fanyue stood up.

But someone was faster than her.

The boy sitting in the first row pulled out a piece of paper from the pile of homework and laughed as he read out the homework title: "'Dancing Baby Elephant'—"

"There is a baby elephant on the grassland named Yiyi."

"It has thick thighs, a long snout, big ears, and looks like any other baby elephant."

"But there are no friends in the elephant group who like Yiyi."

"They say that Yiyi doesn't like to be clean, that Yiyi is a broom star, and that they will laugh at Yiyi's dreams."

"Yiyi said: But I just want to dance."

"My friend said: You are so bulky, how can you dance."

"Yiyi went and asked the elephant: Can the baby elephant dance?"

"The elephant said, 'You are so bulky, how can you dance?'

"Yiyi went and asked the other animals: Can baby elephants dance?"

"The other animals said, 'You are so bulky, how can you dance).'"

"So Yiyi no longer dared to dance in front of the herd......"

Everyone listened and laughed.

Jiang Fanyue stood outside the crowd, bowing her head and not speaking.

Another mischievous child scrambles with the boy, and in the process of playing, the tissue paper on which the story is written is torn in half.

When they finally had enough trouble and left the classroom with their schoolbags, Jiang Fanyue slowly stepped forward.

The torn paper lay alone on the ground, covered with footprints that covered it with pencil writing.

But Jiang Fanyue still remembers the final ending of this story.

So Yiyi completely turned into a bulky, unsociable, and dreamless little elephant.

She crouched down, picked up the paper and crumpled it up, left the classroom with her back bent, went to the back of the garbage heap in the corner of the playground, dug out the snakeskin bag that had been placed there, and began to pick up the trash all the way home along the school road.

Yao Rong woke up in a damp, cramped, dimly lit room that smelled faintly rotten.

The mouth is very thirsty, and the forehead is also hot, but there is no sweat, this body should have a low-grade fever.

She propped herself up with her hands and took the thermos pot that had been placed next to the bed.

Taking advantage of the time to drink water, Yao Rong looked at the house with four walls by the way, and finally determined that it was 1990 from the wall calendar on the wall.

Putting down the cup, Yao Rong slowly got out of bed, wanting to go to the washing place to find a wet towel to cool down his forehead.

As soon as she opened the door, she knew where the rancid smell that lingered in her nose came from—

The yard is full of all kinds of messy garbage, forming a small mountain, perhaps because there is no time to tidy up, many bottles and cans have rolled to the door of the house.

This is...... Opening a garbage collection station?

Yao Rong stepped over the jar under his feet, walked into the kitchen, and soon saw the hard towel. According to the conditions at home, there is nothing to choose and dislike, Yao Rong casually took off the towel and wet it, covered it on his forehead, and lay on the bed, letting the system transmit the plot and memory.

This is a world derived from "The Pet Heroine of the 90s".

The heroine Song Zhizhi was born in a very happy family, her father is a young man in the countryside, and her mother is a famous beauty in ten miles and eight towns, after the college entrance examination resumed, the heroine's father did very well, but because he was reluctant to accept the heroine's mother and daughter, he applied for the city's university, and encouraged the heroine's mother to study and be admitted to the university in the future.

Later, the heroine's father seized the opportunity of the times and started a business.

Her mother was successfully admitted to university, and after graduating from college, she joined the newspaper and climbed step by step to the position of editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

Under the encouragement and cultivation of her parents, the heroine has developed a strong interest in writing, and since the age of eight, articles have been published in the newspaper one after another, and she has been officially published since the age of fourteen, and she is a well-known genius girl writer.

When the heroine was sixteen years old, the National Writers Association, together with the provincial writers' associations and the top university of A, held a youth literary writing contest, and the winners could not only get a generous bonus, but also directly get an admission letter from the literature department of A.

The heroine participated in this competition, and finally passed five levels and six generals, won the first prize, entered the literature department of A University, and became attached to the male protagonist who was also the pride of the sky, and went from school uniforms to wedding dresses.

However, the heroine did not encounter competitors in this literary creation competition.

This competitor is Jiang Fanyue.

Jiang Fanyue's life is the control group of the heroine.

Her father, Jiang You, was a young man in the countryside, because he couldn't stand the hardships of farm work, he hooked up with Yao Rong, the daughter of the captain, and became a primary school teacher by relying on the relationship of the captain, but not long after she was born, she returned to the city for the college entrance examination and abandoned his wife and daughter.

Because her mother didn't sit well in confinement and washed her face with tears all day long, her already ordinary body was completely crossed, with a minor illness in three days and a major illness in five days.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and at this juncture, someone reported the captain for favoritism.

When the commune cadres found out about the incident, they immediately removed the captain from his post as captain.

The captain has been so strong all his life that he wants to save face, he can't stand this blow, and he can't afford to die if he gets sick.

Her grandmother and uncle complained about her mother because of this incident, asked her mother to give her away, and then hurried to find a widower to remarry.

Her mother was not happy and quarreled with the family several times, and finally put her arm around her, who was not yet a year old, and lived in a dilapidated house in the corner of the village.

No education, no craftsmanship, perennial illness is not convenient to do farm work, but also to take care of a child waiting to be fed, the original body finally chose to open a garbage station, specializing in recycling garbage in the village, and then use a board truck to transport the garbage to the town's garbage station to sell, relying on a little difference in the middle to make hard money.

Not long after life settled down, the original mother fell to her death because she went into the mountains to pick wild vegetables.

The original brother and sister-in-law decided to take the child south to work, and before leaving, they left all the furniture and food that were inconvenient to take away, and never returned to the village, nor did they contact the original body.

Since Jiang Fanyue was just able to walk steadily, she followed behind the original body to pick up garbage.

This pick was picked up from the age of three to the age of twelve.

At the age of twelve, the original body died of illness, and Jiang Fanyue completely became an orphan, and also became a broom star and garbage king in the same kind of population.

In order to keep herself alive, she began to get up early every day to pick up garbage, and often missed classes because of picking up garbage.

The principal talked to her a few times, and she lowered her head and said that she wanted to drop out.

After dropping out of school, Jiang Fanyue's world became more and more closed.

The only entertainment is writing.

When she was sixteen years old, Jiang Fanyue had a very serious illness, and because she had no money for treatment, the situation became worse and worse.

On this day, when she went out to pick up garbage, she saw the announcement of the Youth Literary Creation Contest in the newspaper she picked up.

For the prize money promised by the competition, Jiang Fanyue mustered up the courage to write an article and send it to the organizers, and finally beat everyone and advanced to the finals with the first place in the preliminary round.

But the finals will be held at A University.

Jiang Fanyue couldn't make up the money to go to the capital at all.

She hesitated for a long time, and sent what she had been polishing for three years to a very famous publishing house in the city.

In addition to the manuscript, she also attached a letter detailing her predicament, asking the publisher to advance a part of her manuscript fee to treat her illness and travel if she took a fancy to her work.

"I've never begged the world for anything, this is my first time, and I hope someone can help me get through this and start working in a new environment."

"I am very sincere, and I hope to reply to the letter."

But in the end, she didn't see a reply from the publisher.

Poverty and illness deprived her of the last life of her body.

On the third day after the letter was sent, she fell ill and died in a snowstorm that had never been seen in a century.

Except for the few people who paid attention to the Youth Literary Creation Contest, no one remembered that except for Song Zhizhi, there was once a genius girl who had knocked on the door of the palace of literature, but she said goodbye before she had time to leave any works.

……

[Ding, the plot has been transmitted, task: save Jiang Fanyue and make her feel happy]

[The system detects that Jiang Fanyue's current inferiority complex is 90, please act as soon as possible]

Xu was because he had just closed his eyes and slept for a while, and Yao Rong's body was a little more comfortable.

Looking at the sunset outside, Yao Rong took off the towel on his forehead and walked to the kitchen.

There is only a shallow layer of aged rice left in the rice tank, which is only enough for the mother and daughter to eat for two more days at most.

Yao Rong was washing rice and cooking rice while thinking.

In the original story line, in another half a month, the original body will die of high fever.

Fortunately, now she only has a low-grade fever, pay more attention to rest and keep warm, and then find a way to enhance her physique little by little, and her condition will not deteriorate.

The more difficult thing to do is Jiang Fanyue's side.

Sometimes, children are even more cruel than adults.

A kind of innocent cruelty.

Adults will muttered in private that Jiang Fanyue is a broom star and killed their grandparents, but they will not talk about these gossips in front of Jiang Fanyue and Yao Rong.

Children have a strong ability to imitate and learn, they learn ten out of ten of their parents' words and attitudes, but they do not learn to hide this likes and dislikes.

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Fanyue has lived in the innocent exclusion of her peers.

No one is going to be friends with a kid who grew up picking up trash.

And what about the original?

The original body undoubtedly loved her daughter, but the ruthless abandonment of her husband, the death of her parents one after another, the heavy pressure of life, the deterioration of her body, and the strong guilt of not being able to give her daughter a better life all pressed on her original body and mind, making her not know how to communicate with her daughter.

So Jiang Fanyue's world is only words.

More often, Jiang Fanyue writes her understanding of the world and her current mood into words.

She uses words to speak to the world.

But no one in the world appreciates her writing.

There are even people who constantly ridicule her words.

Yao Rong sighed in his heart and sped up the movements in his hands.

Soon, the sweet potato vine was fried.

In order to replenish her body and Jiang Fanyue, she also took out the only two eggs left in the house.

Originally, she wanted to make eggs in sugar water, Jiang Fanyue was sweet and sweet, but after looking for a while, Yao Rong remembered that the only white sugar left in the house had been drunk when she was in an anemic coma last time.

It's really urgent to make money.

Yao Rong closed the cabinet door and began to make steamed eggs.

But by the time she finished making steamed eggs, Jiang Fanyue, who was supposed to go home a long time ago, hadn't come back yet.

Yao Rong was about to go out to find someone when he heard the creak of the wooden door that had fallen into disrepair.

A skinny little girl walked in from the outside carrying a small half-bag of garbage. ：，，