dawn will pass

In the spring of 1997, Xiang Shujing was 7 years old and was in the second grade in a local elementary school.

A few days after school started, Xiang Shujing and Ai Luoping walked on the same road as usual, with no difference.The lights on this road are dim, and on both sides are barbecue stalls that often open until the early morning. The grilled skewers are mixed with thick smoke, giving off the original wild food aroma, permeating wantonly, affecting the hearts of every hungry person passing by.The smoke rose into the sky like a gray fog from a chimney.Turning on the electric fan at the highest gear and blowing loudly, the paving owner is smearing the sauce black seasoning, hoping to win more income and a better reputation for his shop.

Every afternoon, the two children had to cross such a road to return to their respective homes.

Xiang Shujing likes to look around. Passing by here, she always stops to look at these delicacies that can only be seen from a distance. Occasionally, fantasies arise in her heart-what would it be like if she could eat a bunch of them? Slow down, Xiang Shujing hopes to meet his parents' friends, those friendly uncles and aunts, who will definitely greet "Jingjing, is school over? Come here, uncles and aunts treat you to barbecue." He told Ai Luoping to go back alone without looking back.In contrast, Ai Luoping was much calmer, he didn't say a word, even if he had to leave by himself, he only replied lightly: "Oh."

In any case, this is not an ordinary road. Xiang Shujing and Ai Luoping have spent the first 7 years around this road. Since kindergarten, their respective parents have taken this road to pick them up and go to school. The children live in the same community again, they are about the same age, the rare friendship between childhood sweethearts, and the parents of the two families have gradually become acquainted.Since the first grade, Xiang Shujing and Ai Luoping went to and from school together, walking along the road that they couldn't be more familiar with, and with the people they couldn't be more familiar with.

This road is called Xintong.

In the community, Ai Luoping is recognized as a sensible kid, with excellent grades, knowledgeable, polite, and sensible. Ai Luoping lives in Unit [-], and whenever Grandma Li in Unit [-] wants to buy soy sauce, Ai Luoping is always the one who runs errands Because Ai Luoping's mother, Fang Lin, is a teacher in their primary school, the teacher's duty is to educate students to learn and behave. In order to lead by example, she has higher requirements for Ai Luoping. At the beginning, she instructed a series of polite manners , behavioral provisions, for example: Grandma Li is inconvenient to go downstairs, Ai Luoping should take the initiative to help with shopping; Grandma Chen's family is not around, Ai Luoping will call her loudly and chat with her enthusiastically when she sees her ;Grandpa Zhang likes to raise birds, and Ai Luoping wants to praise his birds for their crisp singing and beautiful appearance... Fang Lin said this, and seeing Ai Luoping frown, he asked: "Pingping? You don't want to help others ?"

Ai Luoping replied: "No, I want to help others. But..."

"But what?"

"Grandpa Zhang's bird calls are not clear and clear. Isn't it a lie to say that they are clear and clear? It always makes me unable to sleep..."

Fang Lin rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "Actually, white lies are also part of helping people."

"Oh." Ai Luoping replied flatly.

Fang Lin nodded in satisfaction, and the neighbors' compliments to Ai Luoping made Fang Lin feel a little more honored.

On the contrary, even though they grew up together, Xiang Shujing was not a good boy.

There are all kinds of novel ideas in Xiang Shujing's mind, but they are all related to playing.But she is also a sensible child, she knows how to help even without her mother's guidance, but Xiang Shujing will not tell others that the reason why she is so diligent is that she doesn't want her father Xiang Zhenyin to compare her with Ai Luoping every time. They all look worthless, Xiang Shujing feels that he is no worse than Ai Luoping except for his grades, but in Xiang Zhenyin's eyes, grades are the most important factor for him, so big that he meets other parents when he goes out. , will feel that this daughter with poor grades has humiliated herself invisibly.

When Ai Luoping's family happily celebrated that he won the Chinese and Mathematics double hundred, Xiang Shujing was standing in the living room, with his head buried, listening to Xiang Zhenyin who was holding the math test paper that she got 80 points in the first grade. , It wasn't until mother Qin Rui came back from get off work that the time of suffering came to an end.

In Xiang Shujing's eyes, Xiang Zhenyin is the most terrifying person, while his mother Qin Rui is the best angel.Qin Rui loves her daughter deeply, even though she knows that Xiang Shujing's grades are not good, Qin Rui's love will not end, it will only become stronger.Maternal love satisfies all the needs of the young Xiang Shujing for family affection. Until adulthood, what Xiang Shujing cares about the most in his heart is still his kind and lovely mother.

Apart from the differences in grades, the biggest difference between Ai Luoping and Xiang Shujing lies in their families.

Ai Luoping's parents are both educated and have stable jobs. The family of three is harmonious and harmonious, and is recognized as a "model family".

But Xiang Shujing's family often quarreled constantly.One day, Xiang Shujing saw that Ai Luoping's parents gave him a pair of roller skates as a reward. Ai Luoping was practicing walking while leaning on the wall in the community. Out of jealousy, Xiang Shujing immediately ran home and secretly pulled his mother Qin Rui told her that she also wanted a pair, and the next day, Qin Rui took Xiang Shujing to the mall and bought a pair of red roller skates for her. She couldn't wait to put it on, and took her mother's hand all the way, crossing Xintong Road, Xiang Shujing felt as if she was flying in the clouds, and everything around her became vivid. There is envy in the eyes of the past.But as soon as he got home, Xiang Zhenyin's cold gaze drove Xiang Shujing to the bottom of the valley.

"Buy a pair of shoes that cost more than 40 yuan? Are you crazy? This life can't go on, divorce and divorce!"

"How much is your monthly salary? Didn't you spend your family's money to buy this crap? Did you get my consent?"

"If I hadn't worked so hard to manage this family, it would have been over long ago. If you dote on the child like you, you will spoil her sooner or later. It's all your fault for her poor grades!"

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Xiang Shujing didn't remember what he said to Zhenyin afterwards.When she was a child, Xiang Shujing couldn't understand why a pair of ordinary roller skates could cause such a big disturbance in the family, and it was so unreasonable for her father to snap his teeth and claws to swallow his mother alive.

The next day, Qin Rui took Xiang Shujing back to her natal home.In the evening, grandma bathed Xiang Shujing and found that there were blood stains on Xiang Shujing's clothes. When I opened my eyes, I found that there were tears on the tip of my mother's nose, the corners of her eyes were wet, and her eyes were red and swollen.

Grandma understood that it was Xiang Zhenyin who beat her daughter.

With her beloved grandson and daughter, the grandmother rushed to Xiang Shujing's house the next day to ask Xiang Zhenyin for an explanation. Beat someone, and apologized to grandma, and the family reconciled after that.Xiang Shujing sent her grandmother away, and her grandmother warned her to tell her bravely what happened, so as not to let her mother be wronged.And repeatedly asked Xiang Shujing to recite his phone number before reluctantly leaving.

Ai Luoping's childhood was spent in the warmth of a family of three.

Xiang Shujing's childhood was spent in uncertain harmony, frequent conflicts and occasional violent fights.

They knew each other, but never mentioned it.Just like no matter which family’s window is full of noisy noises, others will choose to close the window silently, draw the curtains, and pretend that nothing happened, so that they don’t spy too much. .

Ai Luoping and Xiang Shujing both understood this truth since they were young, so they have been good friends for many years, they have never quarreled, and they live in peace with each other.

One day, Xiang Shujing did not know where the word pen pal was, and it happened that the school invited an American teacher who could speak Chinese, "Dahai", to explain the cultural differences between China and the United States. The teacher told the fact that his wife was Chinese, and wrote down his address on the blackboard, said some polite words to hope that everyone would be fine and write letters to communicate, and left the English version of the address.At that time, no one cared about this, but Xiang Shujing did. She copied down the address carefully, and wrote it down like a painting without knowing English. Xiang Shujing was full of curiosity about the outside world, and eagerly I want to find a pen pal to communicate with her, so that she can feel that she is equal, at least not with Ai Luoping, always feel the eyes of the elders around him, as if he has become the next CEO of a multinational company , even though Xiang Shujing doesn't know what the CEO and the company are, it sounds great.Based on this point, Ai Luoping and her are not equal, I feel so in my heart, Xiang Shujing has never shown it, as her only friend, Xiang Shujing has to admit that he is excellent.

After writing the first official letter in his life, Xiang Shujing and Ai Luoping walked to the mailbox at the intersection of Xintong Road, and put the letter into it solemnly.

"Is that all right?" Ai Luoping asked.

"Yes, it will soon reach the United States under our feet, in the hands of the American teacher, or his wife." Xiang Shujing acted extremely pious, as if the letter had already arrived in the United States, and she imagined that the letter was being carefully read by the teacher , the teacher gradually smiled.

Under the setting sun, two small figures walked side by side.

The author has something to say:

Some people think it's the best, but the writing style is not particularly good, just think that you still have a lot of room for improvement

This type of novel is difficult to define. In fact, I just want to write a feeling of youth, the kind of rebellious psychology that everyone may have

is a tragedy