Why wasn't she taken to the city to go to school by her parents like her younger brother?

Why is it that whenever her younger brother cries, his mother holds him in her arms and comforts him, but no one pays any attention to her even when she rolls on the ground and cries!

When others see this, they will ask, what happened to your daughter?

Her mother would only tell outsiders: This little girl is greedy and wants to eat snacks every day. She is spoiled. Don't pay attention to her and she will get up on her own in a while.

Later, she survived in the hospital with the help of donations from villagers.

One Chinese New Year, my parents came back from working outside the city. She got up at night to go to the toilet and had to go to the toilet in the back.

She just walked out the back door with a flashlight in her hand and ran into her mother.

When her mother saw her, she was frightened and blurted out: You scared me to death, you look like a ghost now, don’t come out to scare people late at night.

The so-called marriage was not for the purpose of making her happy, but just to get rid of her as a burden as soon as possible and to earn some money for the bride price.

Fortunately, the husband she married was a good man, a college graduate. He only married her because he suddenly became blind due to illness.

This is the ceiling of the partner she can find in her lifetime.

Otherwise, they would marry those old bachelors in their forties or fifties from nearby villages who are still unable to find a partner.

She had seen too many people around her look at her with pity in their eyes. So sometimes she became very stubborn and unwilling to accept the kindness of people around her, because such kindness always carried a condescending pity.

Next second.

The bottle of ointment was pressed into her hands.

Rongrong suddenly raised her head and looked at Xu Qingzhi. Her eyes were clear and bright, and her face was very pretty, very pretty.

She lowered her head again in an instant of inferiority.

"Qingzhi, I don't want this."

Xu Qingzhi: "The ointment is made of Chinese herbal medicine and has no side effects on the body. If you don't want it, just throw it away. I just think it won't hurt to give it a try."

"By the way, my grandpa will probably come and live with us by the end of the year. We won't have to deliver meals to him then. If you're willing, you can come to the farm to help out. The salary is the same as Uncle Fatty and the others, and the base salary is also 5,000."

Rongrong's heart tightened when she heard the number 'five thousand'. With this income, she would have no problem with her two children's education and expenses, and she could even save some money.

However, she thought of her embarrassing skin after the burn...

She hesitantly responded, "I'll see when the time comes. I'll go deliver the food first."

Xu Qingzhi lay back on the recliner. The leaves of the persimmon tree were dense and lush, casting a shadow that made the area very cool.

She took out her cell phone and opened WeChat, and saw the WeChat message sent by Xijiang Meimei Packaging Factory half an hour ago.

"Boss, do your vegetables have miraculous healing effects like what is said on the Internet?"

Xu Qingzhi typed back, "No."

The other party replied very quickly.

Xu Qingzhi: "This is a good thing, congratulations."

"So, Boss, your vegetables really have magical effects that can make people's bodies better, right?"

The other party asked.

Xu Qingzhi replied: "If it really has such a good effect, then my vegetables are really spirits."

The other party immediately understood what I meant by joking and stopped asking for an answer.

"Boss, I get it. Regardless of whether it's because of the vegetables or not, just the taste of the vegetables alone has made me a big fan of Fuwang Farm. I will continue to grab vegetables from now on."

Xu Qingzhi replied with a high-five emoticon and didn’t reply again.

She lay on the recliner and closed her eyes. As the hot summer wind blew through the persimmon tree, it suddenly became cooler and blew up the loose hair on her forehead.

She fell asleep.

I dreamed about my college entrance examination.

After the exam, the feeling of finally being relieved, yet also wondering if the college entrance exam was really over, was extremely clear in my dreams.

She rarely had close friends, but that night, the ten roommates in the same dormitory hugged each other's shoulders, holding two microphones and singing in a ghostly and wolf-like voice: "Friends walk together for a lifetime, those days are no longer there..."

Some people drank and got drunk, as if they had transformed from young children into adults in an instant.

Xu Qingzhi didn't drink. She still felt that she was a child and shouldn't drink.

The box was booked for the entire night, so she and her two roommates returned to the dormitory early.

Thinking about going home tomorrow, she would have to take a bus back by herself, dragging her suitcase and a quilt. She had never been the type to like packing at the last minute, so she started packing when she couldn't sleep at night.

During the three years of high school, she had a pile of books. Other students didn’t want them anymore and could wait for the junk dealer to collect them, but she couldn’t bear to throw them away. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt that if she sold all the books, she would feel empty inside.

But no one came back to pick her up, and she couldn't take the books with her.

She put the books neatly on the bed.

There are three big piles.

All the clothes and hangers were packed into the suitcase.

The bucket and washbasin are in the bathroom. I'll need to wash up tomorrow morning, so leave it alone for now.

When she was done, she lay down on the bed.

The lights in the dormitory are turned off on time at 11 o'clock in the evening. It is controlled by the dormitory management.

In the darkness, a roommate lying on the bed opposite suddenly asked: "Do you think we will meet again in the future?" (End of this chapter)