When Zhu Yu returned home, he found that his father had a low fever. Learning from the past, he was afraid of subsequent infection. He did not dare to sleep, so he sat outside writing articles for the essay competition. Every twenty minutes, he would gently check his father's body temperature. Waiting for his mother to come back from the hospital.

The old house without heating equipment was very quiet and cold in winter. Zhu Yu’s ankles were cold while sitting on the stool. He deliberately did not go back to the room and did not use a desk. He sat on a small stool with his legs curled up and his upper body leaning on the chair. His hands and feet were stiff and he wrote stroke by stroke.

He was punishing himself, with a bit of neurotic self-flagellation. It was not just that he left early and let his father go home alone and fell, it was because he was jealous of Liang Ge today.

He was jealous. When he took the paper to wipe the oil stains on Liangge's sweater, he felt strange in a daze. It was obvious that they were just two people when they were talking, but as long as they expressed themselves a little bit, they could even become more. The clothes you wear make a world of difference.

He suddenly didn't want to touch Liang Ge's clothes, and his eyes felt hot and red just by looking at them.

He began to wonder why he was born into such a family, poor and sick, with nothing but chicken feathers on the ground, and he felt like there was no hope for tomorrow even if he was slacking off for a day. Why do some people live an easy and happy life when they are born? Everything they can't dream of is at their fingertips. Why is it impossible for families to choose?

He is actually not a child who is born sensible.

When Lin Aizhen first decided to set up a stall, he felt very embarrassed. He was afraid that one day his classmates would meet his mother and shout loudly in the class, "Zhu Yu, I saw your mother setting up a stall in xx , selling pancakes."

He will definitely hide in a mouse hole in embarrassment. He is also very afraid of the family registration form issued by the school, which has to write down the occupations of his parents. Although Zhu Chengli has been expelled from the school, he will still feel guilty in the column behind his father. Fill in "teacher" and write housewife in the mother column.

Later, he learned a new word called "self-employed business owner", which seemed nobler than setting up a stall and replaced lying. At that time, he was vain and naive, and he was proud of his little cleverness.

The place where Lin Aizhen set up her stall was far away from their school. She never asked him to help. She only wanted him to study hard in school. At that time, he was wrapped up in some inflated and ridiculous self-esteem and escaped with peace of mind.

It was just an accidental day during the summer vacation. He made an appointment with his classmates to go to the city library, went to McDonald's at noon, and went home together in the afternoon. They passed by a market. Someone was quarreling, and many people were watching. The noisy classmates dragged him out of the crowd to watch the fun.

He saw his mother.

A woman who loved little things like a little girl and was used to whispering even when she complained was yelling at a short but sturdy father and son, swearing out filthy and vicious words like a shrew.

Her stall was occupied by them, and she drove them away with curses without any image. The father and son spoke Mandarin with a strong local accent and refused to give in.

He had never known that his mother had such courage. She rushed over and grabbed their stall, but was pushed away. Her hair was disheveled and her face was hot and sweaty. She got up again, and this time she was pushed and fell down. Half of my body was stiff and I couldn't get up for a long time.

There was a lot of chatter around.

"Two men bully a woman..."

"What do you know? What is this bullying? Whoever wins gets to do business. Men deserve to starve to death?"

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For the first time in his life, Zhu Yu understood what it felt like to have blood surge in his eyes. His eyes were filled with blood, but he acted too calmly. His classmates didn't notice and kept clicking their tongues next to him, saying, "It's terrible. Let's go quickly." Zhu Yu said.

His eyes wandered under the tree and found a half-broken cement brick. In the shocked eyes of his classmates, he rushed over and smashed the two people on their heads.

But his mother grabbed him and he charged like a bull, determined to crush those two people to death.

His mother hugged him tightly, put her hands around the back of his head, and touched his cheek, crying and choking, intimate and pitiful, "I'm so sorry, mom didn't want you to see it, I'm so sorry, my mom is embarrassed..." "

She actually apologized to him.

Zhu Yu still clearly remembers that day, how many people in that market walked around them and then looked back. Those pairs of eyes, white with black, curious, funny and pitiful, took a quick glance and turned around and forgot. , he and his mother cried while holding each other's arms, which became a source of laughter for passers-by.

He doesn't even remember what happened next, where his classmates went, and how they returned in the end. He doesn't remember anything at all. He only remembers those pairs of eyes and his mother's weak cry muffled on his neck. , he stood in the middle of the crowd and seemed to be separated.

How could he have the nerve to think that his mother had embarrassed him? His mother earned all his water and food in this way. He felt that he was a blood-sucking worm born by his mother, parasitic, greedy, and at ease.

He spent half of the summer vacation squatting with the father and son. As soon as they came out of the stall, he would immediately go to the urban management. The urban management law enforcement in those years was not as gentle as it is now. He watched them with wide eyes nodding and bowing, watching them flee in a hurry, watching their stalls being confiscated and all their belongings thrown to the ground.

I know everyone has their own hardships, but don't bully my mother.

How could he despise this family? He was obviously all the hope of this family. If even he could not look down on this family, how pathetic would this family be?

Who else could his parents hope for?

His fleeting admiration became a betrayal of greed.

He felt very cold all of a sudden and shivered involuntarily, as if someone was pulling the nerves behind his eyes. The circles around his eyes swollen fiercely and he had a splitting headache.

The phone dinged.

He opened his eyes as if waking up from a dream. It was WeChat.

"Are you home yet?"

Only then did he think of Liang Ge.

As soon as he came back, he started to clean up the cake stall, and found that his father had a low fever. In his desperation, he even forgot to confirm whether Liang Ge had arrived home safely. No matter what, he should say hello when we go home together. Besides, Liang Ge had helped him so much today, so he should ask this anyway.

He was ashamed and guilty, and felt that what he had done was very dishonorable.

He scrambled to reply, and he scrambled to apologize.

But Liang Ge sent a little penguin emoticon, which looked silly. When he thought that Liang Ge might have sent it with an expressionless face, he felt a shameful cuteness.

He suddenly became interested. He had someone to chat with in this cold night. Even through the screen, he felt as warm as if someone was holding his cheek in his palm.

He had agreed to correct his lines and clearly promised not to laugh at him, but he sent "Brother Liang" to him. After waiting for a while, he didn't see Liang Ge's reply. He himself felt embarrassed and secretly withdrew the message.

What did Liang Ge do? Are you playing with Facai? He must live in a big and warm house, which is great.

What's so great about it? I will also have a docile and clinging large dog, and expensive and beautiful clothes in the future. I will also have it on my own.

When I have money, I will buy a hundred sets of clothes for my parents, live in a very big and warm house, and decorate my mother’s stall with diamonds for everyone to see.

Thinking about it, he felt depressed and happy. He already had money, so how could he let his mother set up a stall?

This is just like the farmer thinking about the emperor using a golden pole. He laughed and called himself a country bumpkin.

Study hard, get into the best university, and earn the most money.

He doesn't hate rich people at all, because he wants to be rich most.

He looked at the composition paper in front of him and suddenly remembered Hesse he had read a few days ago, "Siddhartha, my road is often difficult and often dark."

It was foggy on Monday morning, and the air was so cold that it seemed to make people shrink. Zhu Yu carried two hot eggs stuffed by his mother in his pocket and walked slowly to the teaching building.

Yu Tong informed him last week that no matter what, they would start formal rehearsals from this week.

During the last evening self-study for casting, Huo Qingshan went to study for the Wuwu competition and missed the trip. When he came back, all the roles had been selected, and he made a big fuss, "Why did you decide it before I came? No matter what I said, it should be The leading actor! How am I not more handsome than Liang Ge?"

It's a pity that Yu Tong is selfless and does not care about oil and salt. "Aesthetics are very personal."

Huo Qingshan resisted many times but failed, so he reluctantly settled for the next best thing, "Then it should be me who is Marven, right?"

"It's settled on Jian Xi, why don't you go find her and see if she's willing to change?"

Huo Qingshan was silent for a moment, his eyebrows drooped, and he grunted like a pig on the ground, "Then how can I compete with her..."

"There is another main role now, do you want to play it?"

When Huo Qingshan heard that there was still room for maneuver, he was eager to give it a try and asked who was who?

"Zhu Yingtai's father."

"Do you really hate me? Huh? I co-starred with Liang Ge as the male lead, and I can only play the heroine's father. Even if I, Huo Qingshan, starve to death, even if I jump from here, I will never play an old villain!"

Zhu Yu pushed open the back door of the classroom and bumped into Huo Qingshan's bright and charming smiling face, with slender eyebrows and handsome eyes, showing an indescribable youthful charm, "Daughter, you are here!"