The first time Gu Shaolun noticed Wen Tong was when he was collecting class fees in the second year of junior high school.
The money was for school uniforms, a total of 470 yuan, which included four sets of clothes and a winter jacket. Class monitor Ye Jiaming started collecting money from the first row and put all the bills in a black plastic bag.
Gu Shaolun lazily handed over five red banknotes. Ye Jiaming took the money, lowered his head, took out thirty yuan from the plastic bag, and handed it back to Gu Shaolun.
He took the money and put it in front of his deskmate: "Brother, please buy me a bottle of water after class. The extra money will be considered as errand fee."
My deskmate's eyes lit up, he happily took the thirty yuan and agreed immediately.
Gu Shaolun sneered and was about to fall asleep with his elbows resting on his head when suddenly a burst of laughter broke out in the classroom.
The laughter was full of sarcasm, and Gu Shaolun could vaguely hear words like "beggar" and "beggar".
Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw a girl with thick bangs and heavy glasses with a stack of banknotes in front of her. It was all scattered coins, and there was even a small stack of green one-dollar bills.
The girl's bangs hid her expression, but one could see that her neck was flushed red, and she looked a little overwhelmed as she counted the money.
The girl counted the money with trembling hands, then counted it again with unyielding determination. Finally, she spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Only... only three, three hundred and seventy."
Ye Jiaming cried out "Ah" and was at a loss. If there was a shortage of ten or twenty yuan, he could still help make up the difference.
He was short of a hundred yuan, and he was just a junior high school student, so there was no way he could come up with that.
The laughter around him grew louder, and some people started to make indignant accusations. Amid the noise, Wen Tong lowered his head in shame, and the tips of his ears turned red enough to drip blood.
Ye Jiaming asked: "I'm going to ask the teacher to borrow a cell phone for you now. Can you ask your parents to send money?"
Wen Tong nodded slightly, not daring to look up. In fact, she was not sure whether her father could take out the hundred yuan.
My father doesn't have a formal job, and it's very difficult for him to maintain a normal livelihood relying only on some unsold paintings.
The noise in the classroom was getting more and more outrageous. Someone called Wen Tong the beggar's daughter and shouted loudly: "The big beggar is coming to the school to give money to the little beggar."
This caused a lot of laughter. The man was very proud of himself because he had attracted attention. He shouted unscrupulously: "The little beggar is crying! Oh, the little beggar is so ugly when he cries."
Yes, tears were falling down Wen Tong's face.
"What are you yelling about? It's so noisy." The impatient boy's voice sounded lazily. Seeing that it was Gu Shaolun, the classmates all quieted down at the same time.
Gu Shaolun yawned, glanced at Wen Tong who was sitting in his seat crying, pulled the schoolbag at his feet, took out five red banknotes from it, and slapped them on the table.
"Here, I paid for her. Be quiet! You're disturbing my sleep."
At that time, Gu Shaolun had no impression of Wen Tong, and helping him was just a small thing, like throwing a sausage to a stray cat.
It doesn't hurt, just help and forget it.
The Gu family is a scholarly family. Since the late Qing Dynasty, there have been members of the family serving as high-ranking officials in the court. The old man of the Gu family was a founding civil official who had fought in wars with the president.
This established the Gu family's almost unshakable position in the capital. Unlike those families who started their business from scratch after the reform and opening up, the Gu family is a truly century-old foundation.
Although he is not very rich, he possesses power that is difficult for others to reach.
Gu Shaolun has two older sisters. As the only son in the family, he was naturally spoiled like a baby and could get whatever he wanted.
Gu Shaolun has always been surrounded by people in school and is admired by everyone. He is so dazzling, like a star in the sky, so naturally he would not pay attention to a girl who is as inconspicuous as mud.
Five hundred yuan was not enough for Gu Shaolun to buy even a pair of shoes.
Wen Tong hesitated for a moment, then grunted, "Thank you... Gu, I will pay you back."
Gu Shaolun waved his hand: "No need to pay it back, it's a small matter."
Finally, he added, "If you feel guilty about it, you can bring me breakfast for the entire semester. I don't eat eggs, onions, cilantro, or carrots, but anything else is fine."
From then on, every morning when Gu Shaolun went to school, there would be a hot breakfast in the desk hole, including porridge and buns, still steaming.
And it was never the same in a week. Over time, Gu Shaolun had a little impression of Wen Tong, and occasionally he would chat with her: "Where did you buy your breakfast this morning? It tasted pretty good."
Wen Tong whispered: "I didn't buy it, I made it myself."
Gu Shaolun raised his eyebrows: "You are quite skillful, quite amazing."
Wen Tong lowered his head in embarrassment, and his ears turned red again.
It was a very ordinary conversation, but no one noticed that a pair of jealous eyes were staring at the two of them.
The music class that day was about ballroom dancing. A boy and a girl were paired in a group. After the teacher finished dividing the groups, a boy in the classroom raised his hand.
The boy pointed at Wen Tong next to him and said, "Teacher, I don't want to be in the same group with her. She's an annoying little beggar. It will be unlucky to be in the same group with her!"
There was an uproar, and the students around nodded in agreement and looked at the boy with sympathy.
The music teacher was a little embarrassed, coughed, and criticized: "How can you say that to a female student?"
The boy was unhappy and stamped his feet, saying, "I don't care. I don't want to be in the same group with this little beggar! It's bad luck to be in the same group with her!"
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