Lin Qinghan was originally very introverted, and Qu Mosheng was thinking about things along the way and didn't take the initiative to talk to them, so the two walked quietly all the way.
After arriving at Lin Qinghan's house, the talent in the back seat whispered, "I'm here."
Qu Mojing hummed and stopped the car. After Lin Qinghan got out of the car, he didn't move and dragged the strap of his schoolbag, staring at the soles of his feet.
Qu Mojing saw her well-behaved appearance of waiting for her parents to speak before leaving, and couldn't help but smile: "Why don't you go up, what are you doing standing here stupidly?"
Lin Qinghan raised his head, his fair face was dyed red again, and he stuttered: "Oh... I, I'll go up right away. You... "
Qu Mojing raised his eyes and looked at the old city. The walls of the buildings outside were peeled off, and many houses were blackened and looked shabby. Thinking of something, she asked Lin Qinghan, "Are your parents home at this time?"
Lin Qinghan didn't expect her to ask this suddenly, and after a moment of stunned, she pursed her lips and whispered, "Mom is still at work, she will be back later." After speaking, the vitality she had just now seemed to be drowned out, and she lowered her head. Quiet.
Only her mother, without mentioning her father, and the sadness in her eyes, Qu Mojing already understood that this person might really be Kong Yixiang's daughter, but she didn't need to poke at this little girl's sore spot because of this doubt.
Qu Mojing didn't want her to fall into this kind of slump, so he said, "What about your dinner then?"
Lin Qinghan then raised his head again: "I will do it myself."
"You know how to cook?" Qu Mojing's eyes were slightly surprised, but he quickly realized that Lin Qinghan must have undertaken a lot of things in this situation.
After chatting with her for a few words, Qu Mojing was about to leave. After stepping on the bicycle, she turned around and said seriously: "You are a little sleepy in the afternoon. You should rest for a while at noon in the future, otherwise it will not be worth the gain."
Lin Qinghan didn't expect her to notice this, she looked a little helpless, she opened her mouth to say something and finally nodded obediently.
She watched Qu Mojing ride her bicycle all the way through the sunset from the shadows of the community, disappearing from her field of vision, and then silently turned to go home.
Her family lives on the second floor and rents a small house. However, in a place of more than 20 square meters, there is a narrow and cramped kitchen, next to a toilet with only a urinal, and the only room with two beds, a wooden bed left by the landlord, and a single bed .
She and her mother slept here. Lin Qinghan's mother sometimes came back from night shift too late, so she would sleep separately for fear of disturbing her sleep.
Although the kitchen was shabby, it was kept clean, with a cutting board kitchen knife, a few dishes, and an oiler with less than a quarter of the oil left on the chopping board. The gas stove has been used for many years, and the outer coating has peeled off, revealing rusted iron. Lin Qinghan looked in the kitchen, didn't start cooking, but took the snakeskin woven bag and went out.
Lin Qinghan's mother worked odd jobs in a bag processing factory. She went out early and returned late every day. She was in poor health and had asthma, so the bag factory refused to let her become a full-time worker. Forced to make a living, she and the factory manager worked hard for a long time to get the job, but it was only a part-time job, so there was no basic salary, and it was barely 2,000 in a good month.
Lin Qinghan has been dependent on her mother since she was a child. She lacked the role of a father. She became sensitive and inferior, but she was also very obedient and sensible. So after school, she always went to find something to do to help the family support the family. But she is too young, and many places do not want her part-time job, so what she does most is to pick up plastic bottle waste paper boxes.
This place is close to the big market. As long as she is diligent, she can earn twenty or thirty yuan a week, which is enough for her own expenses in school. A lot of sacks and cement bags have been discarded at the construction site recently. These are all recyclable. The purchase station can sell for 20 cents a piece. She has to hurry up, otherwise she will be preempted.
When she came back from a search outside, it was already eight o'clock. After rushing home, she quickly washed her dirty hands and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, which her mother wanted to eat at night.
She took out a handful of greens in the cupboard and prepared to stir-fry the greens. The greens were not very fresh, a little yellowish, and the scattered leaves were neatly arranged. She cleaned the leaves one by one, and then skillfully Wash rice and stir-fry for this easy dinner tonight.
Lin Qinghan set aside a portion of the meal to cover, and then began to take a shower and wash her clothes. It was almost 9:30 when she finished packing. Sitting in the room, she lay on a folding table and started to finish today's homework.
She didn't rest at noon, and after working so long at night, she began to lose energy again. The questions in the exercise book were already a little laborious, which made her less efficient.
Looking at the question that she had been thinking about for ten minutes, Lin Qinghan became more and more frustrated. She is now in a very embarrassing position. Dedicating herself to studying means that her mother will work harder, but if it goes on like this, she can only be admitted to an ordinary high school. Staring at the filled draft paper, she remembered Qu Mojing. According to her grades, she would definitely go to the Yanjing Affiliated High School. The pen in her hand left a deep mark on the paper, making a muffled sound. It was as dull as her mood.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye Qu Mojing ushered in her first weekend after returning to the third year of junior high school. She had already attended four days of classes as a junior high school student. She didn't have much interaction with Lin Qinghan these days, but she was bound to send her home every night. Chen Yao and She Jiayi were used to her accompanying Lin Qinghan after school, and occasionally they would take the initiative to catch up with Lin Qinghan.
After that day, Qu Mojing raised the duty with the monitor health committee. She made a duty schedule and arranged two people to be on duty every day, taking turns according to the student number.
Of course, some people will feel uncomfortable, especially the few people sitting in the back who often let Lin Qinghan on duty for them and run errands to buy things. But now every day after school, Qu Mojing would take Lin Qinghan with him, and if he didn't do his duty, he would be held accountable according to the duty schedule, and they could only do it honestly.
In addition to completing school homework this week, Qu Mojing spent the rest of the week sorting out notes. She is someone who has participated in the senior high school entrance examination. Although she can't remember the questions of the senior high school entrance examination, she still has some impressions of the type of examination, especially the last two finale questions. So I looked for the papers for the middle school entrance examination and the adjustment test in the past six years, and then I summarized the mathematics, physics, and chemistry papers, and the question types of each analysis and investigation corresponded to the knowledge points. Usually, when I encounter similar problems, I will conduct in-depth research and summarize them into specific and feasible problem-solving steps.
At this time, cram schools were not so popular. Most public school teachers gave lectures on topics, and rarely summarized these problem-solving routines, and more often let students comprehend and understand by themselves.
Now Qu Mojing looks at the questions of the high school entrance examination, more from an outsider's point of view, jumping out of the limitations of thinking as a student, she sees the questions more clearly and profoundly.
On the weekends, Qu Mojing didn't plan to relax completely. She had a lot of things to organize, and she had lived for so many years and was not a real child. Instead of having fun, she used to deal with work first.
After staying in the study all morning, Qu Mojing was sorting out the information, but Aunt Huang couldn't stand it anymore, so she brought her a glass of milk: "Xiaojing, don't be too hard, it's 11 o'clock, you will arrive after dinner. I haven't rested now. Have a glass of milk first, then go for a walk, don't be bored in the room all the time."
Aunt Huang was a little worried about her. In the past, Qu Mojing seldom immersed in her homework for such a long time on weekends. She always finished her homework early and then went out on weekends. During this period of time, she clearly felt the change in Qu Mojing. In the past, when she talked to her, most of them looked cute and cute, and liked to act like a spoiled child. But these days, she is less coquettish. She is gentle and polite when talking to her. She can do many things independently, and she can make up her mind. She looks like an adult.
This kind of change is undoubtedly good, but Qu Mojing seems to have grown up overnight, and his words and deeds are like a calm and indifferent adult. The innocent smile of a girl has turned into a faint smile. Aunt Huang was worried.
Qu Mojing looked at the concern in this loving woman's eyes, her heart warmed, and after drinking the milk, she nodded honestly: "Okay, Aunt Huang, I'm almost done. Don't be busy, take a rest. Bar."
Aunt Huang squinted and smiled: "Okay, I've finished cleaning too. I won't bother you anymore. I'll eat the fruit after I finish it. I bought your favorite red grapes."
"Thank you Aunt Huang." Seeing the man with white hair on the temples gently closing the door and going downstairs, Qu Mojing's eyes were aching, and she just hoped that Aunt Huang would be fine in this life, not so suddenly... Thinking of this, She frowned, it was time to persuade Aunt Huang to check her body and pay attention earlier.
Taking a slight breath, Qu Mo calmed down and sorted out the topic, then stood up and went downstairs. Aunt Huang washed the raisins, cut apples, and was sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater.
"Aunt Huang, didn't I let you rest? How did you knit the sweater?"
Aunt Huang smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's almost winter, you always wear sweaters that you buy outside. Aunt Huang knits one for you. I specially learned the pattern and color. It's beautiful and no worse than the one outside."
Qu Mojing touched the sweater, her eyes were a little sour: "This is too much trouble."
Aunt Huang shook her head: "You are so good, Aunt Huang doesn't have to worry about a lot of things. When I'm idle, I just knit sweaters to pass the time. I'll take my time and don't worry about it."
Qu Mojing didn't persuade her any more, just told her not to take too long and hurt her eyes. Looking at her watch, it was almost half past eleven. Looking at the empty biscuit box on the coffee table, she remembered something and said, "Aunt Huang, I want to go to the dim sum shop on West Street."
Aunt Huang seemed to be used to it and smiled kindly: "Are you hungry again?" After looking at the cookie box, she nodded: "Go, be careful on the road, I'll make you lunch later."
Qu Mo agreed and pushed his bicycle out the door. Qu's family used to be well-off, and basically did not worry about making a living. After Qu's father started business, he was already wealthy and moved to this new community two years ago.
But Qu Sheng has strict requirements on Qu Mojing, and will not condone her spending money, so basically it is not much different from an ordinary family. The only exception is to ask Aunt Huang to take care of her daily life. In other aspects, Qu Mo has not been so extravagant. So at that time, Qu Mojing, like ordinary children, liked to go to West Street to search for delicious snacks, and that snack shop was Qu Mojing's favorite. Although she moved away and hadn't been there for many years, she still has an impression.
I rode the car and turned around the street according to the hazy memory in my mind. I haven't been there for many years. Some things are nowhere to be found in my memory, but I saw it with my own eyes, and the sense of familiarity began to come up.
Next to West Street is a farmer's market. If you don't choose a big supermarket, you usually come here for the fruits and vegetables that the surrounding residents need. In my memory, Aunt Huang came here to buy vegetables. Although it is a farmers market, it is well planned and various dishes are neatly placed.
However, although all kinds of vegetables are bound to have some taste together, Qu Mojing didn't like it very much, so he quickly rode his bicycle through it. There were many old customers in that dim sum shop, and there were often long queues. Qu Mojing couldn't remember, so he only found the place after asking a passerby.
Standing at the door of the storefront, she immediately smelled a familiar fragrance. Standing at the door, she sighed and watched for a while. She quickly walked to the queue, and finally bought some biscuits and a toast. As noon approached, there were more and more people, and these things were freshly baked. The outer layer of the bread was crispy and slightly charred, and the light golden yellow was very beautiful, and it smelled even more attractive.
Ever since she grew up, Qu Mojing has rarely had the opportunity to enjoy the food in such a small shop in such a leisurely and simple manner. She eats a lot of toast, but it is not like this anymore. Looking at the baked golden and slightly burnt bread, she took a light breath, and there was a hint of joy and satisfaction in her eyes.
After shopping, she didn't stop there, and rode her bike to go back. She originally planned to go around the farmers market, but when she turned the corner, a figure caught her eye. She supported the bicycle with her feet, and her eyes were fixed on a street vendor following the figure.
The girl was wearing a light blue coat with a neat ponytail and was talking to an aunt who was selling vegetables. Not too far away, Qu Mojing roughly heard what they were arguing about, and also saw the girl's red ears from behind. She had a slight pause in her heart, the person had already pushed the bicycle past, is Lin Qinghan in trouble
The author has something to say: Writing the role of Lin Qinghan is not entirely exaggerated. When the author was in school, he also encountered many students from poor families, which is really tragic. Our school has a window, and the meals only cost 1.5%, which is specially set up by the school to take care of the poor conditions at home.
I have seen several families in my memory, but they were still poor and barely able to make ends meet in the past few years.
So Lin Qinghan is really a little bitter gourd now, crying.
Although the appearance of Qu Mojing is a novel setting, it is also the author's hope that those miserable people can be rescued at that time. That's why in my settings, most of the protagonists play amazing roles, and I also prefer this type.