Not everyone can get into 985 and 211.
At least Meng Xi was not sure.
She slumped her shoulders dejectedly, tears welling up in her eyes.
She didn't hate her mother for treating her like this, but she just didn't understand why her mother was so good to her younger brother, even though they were both children.
My younger brother couldn't get into junior high school, so my mother spent money and used her connections to send him to a private junior high school that was dozens of times better than A Junior High School.
She had the opportunity to go to a better school, but because the tuition was a bit expensive, her mother sent her to the cheaper A Middle School.
My younger brother is not my biological son, he is just my stepson.
Why?
Meng Xi raised her eyes and wanted to ask several times, but when she met her mother's sharp gaze, she couldn't say anything.
It has always been like this since she was a child. What her mother gave her was never warm maternal love, but only sharp criticism.
"Okay, let's not talk about studying. What happened to you last night? You didn't go home. I'm sorry for that. And tonight, it's so late. Are you fooling around with a guy behind my back?"
After the woman questioned, she tried to persuade him earnestly:
"Meng Xi, what did mom tell you? Women should love themselves and don't do anything that would disappoint mom."
It turned out that although Meng Xi was a boarding student, he only slept at school at noon and went home to do housework at night.
Not coming home last night was enough to make a woman angry, and he was late again tonight, which made people suspect that there was something fishy.
The fear that Meng Xi didn't love herself was fake, but the fear that she was not clean and would displease her future son-in-law was real. Of course, the woman would not say this to Meng Xi.
Although the relationship between mother and daughter was cold enough, the woman was still willing to maintain the superficial peace.
Meng Xi thought of what happened last night and suddenly felt an endless panic in her heart. She was going to disappoint her mother's expectations.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I...Is it okay if I don't get married?"
The woman's eyes sternly said, "What can a girl do in the future if she doesn't get married? Only if a girl finds a reliable husband can she live a good life in the second half of her life. Like me, I have found a man who is down-to-earth and hardworking, and my life is stable and good."
"You know, this place will be demolished soon. Then our family will be able to live a good life."
After blowing away the nail polish fragments between her fingers, the woman stood up and left.
In fact, this family could have lived well even if the house had not been demolished, but because they had to grit their teeth to send their only boy to a local aristocratic private school, their lives became increasingly tight.
Meng Xi's slim figure was not because she couldn't afford to eat, but her mother did it on purpose, in order to keep her daughter in a delicate and light figure that would be easily blown down by the wind.
After the woman left, she did not close the door, but left it ajar.
Meng Xi had long been accustomed to having her privacy pried into. She sighed and took out the thirty-six yuan she had earned from working as a part-time worker tonight from her school trouser pocket.
Just like folding the test papers today, she neatly folded the cash of different denominations and smoothed out every wrinkle with her pale fingertips.
She took out a rectangular tin can with a biscuit pattern printed on it from under the bed, opened the lid, and put the sorted money in it.
135 yuan plus 36 yuan.
She knew the amount by heart.
If she could save another two hundred, it would be enough for her to buy the cheapest smartphone.
When she returns to her hometown during the Chinese New Year, she will be able to take pictures of her grandmother.
With this small and secret wish in mind, the girl pursed her lips, revealing a smile full of longing and hope.
It took Chu Qi about thirty minutes to send Meng Xi home, and then it took her another thirty minutes to go home.
The shared bike she scanned is charged by the hour, 1.5 for one hour, and 3.0 for any additional hours.
She parked her car downstairs and was about to pay when she saw an "insufficient balance" message pop up on her phone.
Chu Qi: "......"
In fact, you don’t have to pay now.
She thought a little guilty and closed the payment page.
It’s not too late to pay after my mother gives me the money in a few days.
As for the plan to buy a bicycle, she plans to talk to her mother about it over the weekend.
Chu Qi put one hand in her pocket to keep her cold fingers warm, while taking out the key and opening the door.
The moment the door opened, a smell of alcohol hit me in the face.
Chu Qi closed her eyes, then changed into home slippers and walked in. As expected, she saw scattered bottles all over the living room.
In fact, the original owner didn’t like going home very much.
His original family was not happy.
Since he was a child, the only attention his father gave him was the occasional teasing of kittens and puppies. Most of the time, his father just liked to go out and play, and he was raised by his mother.
Learning to smoke, drink and fight are all bad habits given to him by his father.
By the time the mother found out and wanted to stop him, the addiction to smoking had already penetrated into his bones.
Due to his father's words and deeds, the original owner's values were actually distorted.
Later, he killed his father with the intention of revenge.
——Later, he slowly learned how to love and learned the correct values.
Before his trial, he ran to Meng Xi's home and sat downstairs smoking all night.
No one knows what he was thinking at the time.
*
The room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol accompanied by some strange odor, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Chu Qi put on her home shoes and went into the bathroom to wash her feet. Her throat felt a little itchy, so she took out a box of cheap cigarettes from her pocket. Good cigarettes were too stressful for a junior high school student.
The original owner, who was a heavy smoker, could not afford it.
She shook the cigarette box and a cigarette fell out accurately. She lowered her head and held the cigarette butt in her mouth.
Click.
A flame shot up from the lighter.
Light a cigarette.
Chu Qi took a shallow puff, which still didn't fill her lungs, but it barely relieved the urge to smoke that was clamoring from her body.
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