"Can't you?" Chen Qing asked as he ran into the living room, looked at the little daughter carefully, then slapped her and said, "Stupid boy, take a closer look at who that is?"
Chen Xiaopang let out a sigh.
"Silly son, this is Xiaoying!" Wang Cailian walked in with Zhao Ying.
"She...she is the ugly one?" Chen Xiaopang blurted out.
Chen Qing's face darkened: "You are ugly and you think others are ugly? Besides, Xiaoying is so beautiful!"
Chen Xiaopang looked at Zhao Ying hesitantly, yes... it's pretty good-looking.
"I just said that little girls need to dress up to look good!" Wang Cailian pushed Xiaoying out as if she was offering a treasure, "Let's change her hairstyle and put on cute clothes. Our Xiaoying looks much better than those child stars on TV."
Zhao Ying looked at Little Fatty Chen, her big eyes sparkling under the crystal lamp. Little Fatty Chen shouted inwardly: "So what if you look good, why don't you want to live in my house!"
"Oh, you kid!" Chen Qing grabbed Chen Xiaopang's ears and beat him.
Wang Cailian took Zhao Ying's hand and went upstairs: "Xiaoying, please ignore him. He is just shy. In fact, he thinks you are pretty."
Zhao Ying showed her teeth and smiled: "I know auntie, little fat guy just talks about it."
"Well, so ignore her and let me help you hang up the clothes you bought today..."
Old and new grudges came together, and Chen Xiaopang decided to hate Zhao Ying, even...even if she was good-looking.
So when she was riding to school the next day, Zhao Ying found that Chen Xiaopang was ignoring her again.
"Sigh... I'm not even angry that you called me ugly."
Chen Xiaopang pursed his lips and did not look at her.
Zhao Ying looked to herself and said, "If you continue to be so stingy, your father will beat you again if he finds out."
"That's not what you complained about!" Fatty Chen couldn't help shouting, "You've already caused me to get beaten several times!"
"You lied." Zhao Ying said with a serious face, "Auntie said that you were beaten every day when I wasn't here. After I came, uncle didn't beat you so much."
Fatty Chen opened his mouth, as if...that's what happened
"Then...then I don't want to play with you either." He turned to look out the car window angrily, "Don't talk to me in school from now on."
Zhao Ying looked at him for a while, and just when Chen Xiaopang couldn't stand it anymore and was about to turn around, she heard Zhao Ying say.
"Okay, then we won't talk."
This is what Chen Xiaopang planned, but when he arrived at school, he found that many classmates took the initiative to talk to Zhao Ying today. Even Kang Liyang held up his beloved comic book and asked Zhao Ying if he could read it.
"Didn't you hate her before?" After class, the small group murmured together, and Chen Xiaopang asked Kang Liyang, "Why are you still reading to her?"
Kang Liyang blushed: "I... When did I hate her? Zhao Ying... Zhao Ying is our classmate, and classmates should get along well with each other."
"..." Before Chen Xiaopang could get angry, he heard another male classmate say, "Do you think Zhao Ying looks like the princess of the universe after she cuts her hair?"
Obviously you said she looked like a monster last time!
Zhao Ying had no reaction to the sudden number of people talking to her. She thought this was normal! In her previous school, she was the class favorite and everyone liked her.
When she arrived at Caesars, no one paid attention to her at first. She thought maybe they didn't know her yet. We have been taking classes together for several days now and we all know each other! I'm definitely willing to play with her.
Just now, a female classmate asked her where she got her hair cut so it looks good. Zhao Ying also felt that she was very cute when she looked in the mirror yesterday. Her mother has been busy this year and has no time to cut her hair.
She is a sensible and good child, so she never said anything, and she didn't cover her eyes anyway. Thinking of the sensible child, Zhao Ying sighed again, her little brows furrowed.
"Hmph!" Fatty Chen next to him snorted again.
Zhao Ying counted that he had hummed five times this morning.
"Are you thirsty?" she asked.
"snort!"
The sixth tone...
"Here's some water for you!" Zhao Ying handed over the kettle.
Chen Xiaopang pushed away, held it in for a long time, and finally picked up a pen and wrote crookedly on the paper.
"I won't talk to you."
Zhao Ying said oh, picked up the pen, and wrote something under the hua.
"That's what it says."
Chen Xiaopang stared at her, opened his mouth, then covered it himself, and wrote again.
"Why are you so taoyan?"
Zhao Ying lowered her head and remained silent. Chen Xiaopang looked at the side face of the little girl. A few hairs fluttered across her white and tender face. He felt itchy and wanted to push those hairs away.
But before he could reach out, he heard Zhao Ying whisper: "But I don't hate you, so don't hate me either, okay?"
"..." Chen Xiaopang felt that his face was suddenly very hot. He didn't know that his face was already red, and he stammered, "You... what are you talking about, I... I didn't say I hate you, I... I..."
His eyes suddenly turned to his notebook, where the pinyin of "taoyan" was placed carelessly.
Chen Xiaopang quickly tore off the page, and then said to Zhao Ying fiercely: "You read it wrong, I didn't write anything!"
"Yeah!" Zhao Ying smiled, very sweet, with two small dimples. "I knew you didn't hate me."
Chen Xiaopang felt that his hands were itchy again...
"Little Fatty!" When he went to pee after class, Kang Liyang came next to him again, "If you don't like sitting with Zhao Ying, can I switch with you?"
Little Fatty Chen's legs shook and he peed on his hands...
"No." He glared at Kang Liyang and put his arm around his shoulders. "My mother said that I must sit at the same table with her and take good care of her, otherwise my pocket money will be deducted."
He took the opportunity to rub his hand on Kang Liyang's clothes: "If you sit at the same table as her, don't even think about secretly reading comics in class. She will report you to the teacher."
When Kang Liyang heard that he couldn't peek at the comics, he immediately shook his head: "Forget it, then you'd better be patient and sit with her!"
"Zhao Ying, can you read all the sentences you learned today?" A fat female classmate walked over carefully holding an English textbook and asked.
Zhao Ying thought for a while and nodded: "Yes, I can read it."
"Then... can you teach me how to read? I... I can't." The little girl looked very nervous, and she even tore a corner of the book.
"Okay!" Zhao Ying stretched out her hand, "What can't you say?"
The female classmate immediately became happy and put down the book: "This sentence, and... this one!"
"Look at Zhao Ying..." Two female classmates beside her whispered, "She actually gave a lecture to Shao Sijia!"
The little girl named Shao Sijia suddenly became nervous again. Zhao Ying had already finished reading the sentence.
"Can you read?" asked her.
Shao Sijia's face turned red: "No... no."
"Then I'll read it to you again." Zhao Ying read it again.
Then Shao Sijia stammered and read only half of the words correctly.
"Zhao Ying, don't you want to teach her anymore?" The two little girls next to her leaned on her desk. "Shao Sijia is stupid. She can't learn. She comes last in every exam."
Shao Sijia's chubby face wrinkled together and she was already crying.
"No one is stupid." Zhao Ying said seriously, "She can definitely read well."
The two little girls were unconvinced: "She just can't read well, she can't read well every time!"
"Then let's make a bet!" Zhao Ying narrowed her eyes, revealing two sweet dimples, "I will definitely be able to teach her in the next few days."
"Then... what if you can't teach me?" one of them asked.
Zhao Ying thought for a while: "Then I will write a chapter of the calligraphy practice book for you?"
"Okay, okay!" The two of them were very happy. Zhao Ying's handwriting was so beautiful, and the teacher always praised her.
Zhao Ying nodded: "What if I teach you?"
"Church? What do you think we should do!"
She thought for a while: "Well! If she can read, the four of us will be in a group next time in physical education class."
The two little girls looked at each other, then at Shao Sijia who was biting her lip to hold back her tears, and agreed.
"Zhao... Zhao Ying..." After they left, Shao Sijia cried softly, "You... you shouldn't bet with them, I will definitely not be able to read... then you... what will you do... wuwuwu..."
Zhao Ying took out the scented and beautiful pink facial tissue that Wang Cailian brought for her: "Wipe your tears quickly, I haven't read it yet!"
"She... they are right, I... I'm just stupid." Shao Sijia took the tissue and wiped it randomly a few times, "I can't learn anything."
"My mother said that as long as you find the right method, you can learn it!" Seeing that she was still crying, Zhao Ying took out a lollipop from her pocket and said, "Here you go."
Shao Sijia stopped crying, took it and licked it, and then said: "Zhao Ying, you are so kind, you... are you willing to be friends with me?"
"Of course!" Zhao Ying returned the textbook to her, "We are classmates, of course we can be friends. I will teach you how to read after lunch."
The news about Zhao Ying's bet with her classmates because of Shao Sijia soon reached Chen Xiaopang's ears. He ran back from the playground sweating profusely and sat down.
"Why do you want to teach Shao Sijia? She is stupider than me. You will lose!"
Zhao Ying handed over the pink kettle: "Are you thirsty?"
"Gudu Gudu..." Chen Xiaopang took a few sips. The honey pear water her mother packed in the morning was so sweet!
No, now is not the time to drink pear water.
"Didn't you hear what I just said?"
Zhao Ying took the kettle back and covered it: "I heard it. If she works so hard, she will definitely be able to read it."
Many years later, when the child she was then turned into a graceful young girl, she finally understood. In this life, it really doesn’t matter how hard you work, how much you can get.
Sometimes there are many people and many things. No matter how hard you try, fate just won't give you perfection. No matter how sad you are, no matter how regretful you are, what time has taken away from you can never be turned back...
At noon, Zhao Ying continued to teach Shao Sijia in the classroom, while Chen Xiaopang and a few boys were reading comics in the last row. Normally I would feel disadvantaged if I took less than a glance at it, but today I couldn't look at it at all, and my eyes kept looking forward.
He listened carefully to hear that Shao Sijia was stuck, and he was so anxious that he wanted to read for her.
"I have learned how to listen, but she still can't. She is really stupider than a pig!"