we are not twins

The interview was conducted in a coffee shop. Two young reporters, a man and a woman, were very enthusiastic about them and ordered a bunch of French fries, shredded squid, juice, and iced coffee.Zuo Xiaoxiao was very happy, his privacy was not revealed at all, because the elder brother who was in charge of writing the manuscript never asked even half a question related to his personal life.

After the end, he and Wang Mengqi did not go skating.The fantasy blockbuster that is being released recently has a good reputation, so they changed to watch IMAX movies.After the show ended, the two waved goodbye at the gate of the crowded shopping mall.

"Goodbye, I wish your billiards and Internet clubs and tobacco, wine and tea shops open soon!"

"I also wish you to become a philanthropist who spends other people's money as soon as possible!"

Sitting on the subway home, Zuo Xiaoxiao felt that Wang Mengqi was still an interesting person, but there was no need to meet him in the future.

But he was wrong again.

On June 24, thunder and lightning began to strike before dawn, and the torrential rain washed away the streets and buildings. By noon, the ground had been submerged for a full [-] centimeters.People always eat a lot in this kind of weather. The back seat of the small bicycle on the left is full of boxes of fast food boxes, and they are wearing white raincoats like lightning.The tires splashed countless fine mud, and he was humming a song in his heart: what kind of rain, what kind of night, what kind of me can make you miss you more...

Suddenly a figure stabbed obliquely and stopped the bicycle's faucet.It was Wang Mengqi, his eyes were staring straight, and there were countless drops of water on his face, whether it was sweat or rain.

"It's over." He yelled at Zuo Xiaoxiao, "They all dug it out!"

"What are you shouting for? Cao Cao's grave has been dug up?"

Wang Mengqi turned the rain-soaked semi-transparent magazine in his hand to a page, and the title was "It's Not Their Fault They Look Like-The Strange Destiny of the Rich Second-Generation Teenagers and the Dropouts and Migrant Children".

"Name, age, family background, parents' job, school status, in short, all the privacy was published, compared the two of us from beginning to end, and wrote a lot of unnecessary content, I don't know Where did they get the information from?" Wang Mengqi grabbed his pale left sleeve, "What should I do?"

Zuo Xiaoxin sank, glanced at the magazine coldly, and only said "Get out of the way, or someone will starve to death", and then quickly disappeared into the rain on his bike.

When he returned to Fat Boy Tea Restaurant, he saw Wang Mengqi still standing at the door of the restaurant stupidly, his whole body drenched like a drowned rat.

"Why are you still standing here?"

"It's all my fault for being careless, I'm sorry." Wang Mengqi choked up and grabbed his wrist, "Go, they must apologize!"

Zuo Xiaoxiao flung it away: "I'm sick, apologizing because I told the truth? Then I have to apologize every day."

"But without our permission, it is a violation of the law. In the constitution... oh no, there should be relevant regulations in the human rights law." Wang Mengqi looked very excited, his bushy and handsome eyebrows twitched, "These reporters are getting more and more shameless , Lack of professional ethics!"

Zuo Xiaoxiao said calmly, "Forget it."

"why?"

The rain didn't mean to stop, the sky was like a small heart with a big opening.

"I don't want to argue with that kind of person."

Perhaps sensing Zuo Xiaoxiao's weak inner voice, Wang Mengqi stood there silently.

"Have you ever experienced such a noon?" Zuo Xiaoxiao suddenly mentioned a weird topic, "Under the gray earth wall of the school, there is a line of mountain children with lunch boxes and runny noses. They are waiting to distribute lunch. Every day I hand in fifteen catties of rice every month, and the aunt in charge of the rice cooks it. I scoop a big spoonful into the lunch box at noon, so as to ensure that the rice is hot. I don’t care about the dishes, you like to bring salted radishes It doesn't matter whether it's dry, bacon, or a few wilting vegetable leaves, it's up to the person to be rich and thrifty. I have been here from the first grade to the fifth grade of elementary school. No one told me that it is called "poor" until those few The person who took the photo is here." He tilted his mouth habitually, "They took pictures of us waiting in line for food, and pointed at my face that I forgot to wipe clean with a round lens, and I was teased by Tian Kan Xiaolu. Dirty trousers. I think I performed so perfectly that it became an ad, asking people in the city to donate food money for the children in the mountains. The village chief seemed to like that ad very much, because his nephew Huang Dizai was also on it. But Huang Dizai and I don’t like the gloomy and cold picture, the lifeless and numb young body on it, and ourselves with a runny nose. It’s so ugly and strange, Huang Dizai told Me. Then, our lunch boxes never improved."

"Since then, I have been very tired of taking pictures. But in the countryside, there are not many opportunities, and this has formed a habit. The next time I took pictures, it was already the end of last year. At that time, I had been in Shenzhen with my father for three years. I've always lived in this village. I think I couldn't get used to it when I first came here. Although it's called a 'village', except for the rented houses that are close enough to kiss each other, how can there be thousands of acres of farmland, and how can it be green? Listen. People said it was going to be demolished, and I thought about it for a while, what should I do with my dad? Actually, this was not something I should have considered, and I didn't want to think about it, but the guy who took the photo took me and this problem There is a relationship. If I had known that he would press the shutter at that moment, I would have walked slower, or run faster, so as to escape his camera. But the fact is that I jumped, and since then I The figure of him is frozen in the picture album "Records of Changes in Shenzhen Urban Villages". On that page, it is written with interrogative sentences: When the explosion sounded, countless young people at the bottom who did not have social competitiveness, what should they do? Which suburbs are they driven to? Which frontier is the mainstream going to deport them to?" Finally, Zuo Xiaoxiao spat, "Bah, what a talent for writing, it's like writing poetry."

Wang Mengqi listened quietly without interruption, feeling a little sad in his heart.In fact, he understands that no matter what kind of disadvantaged groups are never willing to be labeled, they do not want others to know their situation, nor do they want others to know that they are receiving any funding, let alone gain sympathy or contempt from others. It is even more obvious in the hearts of minors.However, the society often intentionally or unintentionally requires recipients to live like poor people. They should be poor, keep a low profile, obey arrangements, and not have hobbies and lifestyles that are inconsistent with the poor. In short, the more miserable and desolate, the more normal. An unfortunate beginning.

The two looked at each other in silence for an unknown amount of time, and Wang Mengqi asked softly, "Do you like fairy tales?"

"what?"

"Throw the box lunch and the Internet cafe far away, and I will help you completely change your destiny and stage an ugly duckling's counterattack, will you?"

"You have a fever, how could such a thing happen?"

"It will happen, through reading." Wang Mengqi put an accent on the last two words.

This time it was Zuo Xiaoxiao's turn to be silent.

My mind was circling quickly what the head teacher said when I dropped out of school, it's better to drop out, learning a craft may be more suitable for you.Dad also echoed, the teacher said so, why don't you hurry up and pack up and go back with me.

He smiled wryly: "Who reads fairy tales? They're not children."

But will Wang Mengqi give up easily? He said: "I understand your views on schools and studying. This is not your problem. Generally speaking, the educational methods of low-end schools are also very poor, and they don't even know what they are doing. How can you guide others if you are not in vain? I can help you apply for a student status in our school. You come to study A-Level courses with me, and then take the entrance exams at British universities. You will borrow from me for tuition and living expenses. No matter after graduation If you work in China or Europe, you can pay off your debts in at most three years."

Wait, how much did you fast-forward, when did you jump to the UK and Europe?

Zuo Xiaoxiao flicked her side bangs behind her ears: "Stop playing with me, I have no ideals or pursuits."

"Are you a fool? Didn't you hear what I said? I, Wang Mengqi, will definitely help you change your way of life. If you still have blood, please agree to it." Seeing Zuo Xiaoxiao's bewildered expression, Wang Mengqi He grabbed his arm and asked word by word, "Do you want to be an ugly duckling for the rest of your life, or do you want to be a swan?"

Zuo Xiaoxiao was stunned.Will what he said really happen?Why is there a feeling of being immersed in a dream and unable to wake up?But when he turned his head and saw the oily roast duck and goose hanging in the glass window, another voice came out, saying that I don't want to be a duck or a goose, but I want to be an upright person.

Even if his heart is moved, he still wants to know why Wang Mengqi extended an unnecessary helping hand to him?

Before he could ask, Wang Mengqi's eyes were shining brightly, his pupils reflected his own shadow, as if he was expressing: Seeing you is like seeing myself, so helping you is like helping myself.Zuo Xiaoxiao frowned.Does this guy think so?Why do I never see myself in him?However, becoming even a little bit like you...is it really okay for me?

With all kinds of complicated emotions, he thought for a long time before he let out a heavy breath: "Do you know what the success of the ugly duckling depends on? A pure and noble bloodline! As for me, no matter how you look at it, the reflection in the water is still Myself."

Wang Mengqi was about to speak, but Zuo Xiaoxiao interrupted him and continued: "If I really want to describe it in a fairy tale, I might be more like a thumb boy who was imprisoned in a dark tunnel, met a kind-hearted wild goose, and rode On its back, it flew over the forest, over the sea, over the perennial snow-covered mountains, and went to a warm country where flowers bloom. Are you right, Mr. Wild Goose?"

Hearing this, Wang Mengqi's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

"exactly."

"Then, please take care of everything!" Zuo Xiaoxiao showed his usual glib expression again.

At this time, the rain stopped, and the accumulated water on the awning dripped down along the rill, full of lightness and jumping.The golden sunlight shines through the clouds and spreads to the top of the hair, like a gorgeous crystal chandelier that overwhelms the country and the city, trying to forcibly illuminate that ashen-faced villain into a prince.