Who is poor? [Rebirth]

The summer in Jiang City is extremely hot, and even in the evening, the cicadas on the trees are still chirping non-stop.

Inside the Ming family house.

The old fan was blowing, and the blades swayed accordingly.If you don't know if it falls, you will cut off a head.

Ming Youlin didn't come back tonight, and the food full of fragrance fled around in the stuffy room.People who are so irritated have no appetite.

The meals at home are usually green vegetables with pickles.Only when Ming Youlin was at home did the dishes fill the table.

Mingyu glanced at it hastily, and there were three plates of meat alone.

"Eat, your dad won't come back." Tang Zhilan obviously had a happy face just now, but now she hung up the phone, her face completely drooping without support.

Except for fried water spinach and pickled radish, everything on the table was heavily oiled.Mingyu's body is just right, so he just picks up the green vegetables in front of him and eats them.

The dull atmosphere made him uncomfortable, and he hadn't felt so suffocated for several years.Fortunately, Tang Zhilan's emotions didn't last long.

In the middle of eating, Tang Zhilan finally started her lecture again.

While Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, he waited for her to vent enough before saying, "Mom, I want to do a summer job."

"I'm afraid your uncle's family won't be on vacation this summer... What did you say?" Tang Zhilan's eyes widened, and the protruding eyeballs looked abrupt and scary on her thin face.

Mingyu put down his chopsticks and put his hands on his knees.Sitting up straight but eyes drooping. "I, I want to do a summer job."

Even after going through a reincarnation, in this house, his spine was still broken, and he wished he could hide in the mouse hole all the time.

Air stagnates.

After a while, Tang Zhilan said calmly, "Do you work on summer vacation? I have to ask your father."

Mingyu squeezed her fingertips, opened her eyelids and looked at him: "Can't mom make a decision by herself?"

After looking at each other for three seconds, he quickly withdrew his eyes with trembling eyelashes.

The smile on Tang Zhilan's face froze, her mouth was quicker than her brain: "Why not, you go."

"Okay." Mingyu replied faster.

Because he knew that Tang Zhilan was like a silk thread wrapped around Ming Youlin's body, and he listened to him in everything.Obviously he can make up his mind, but he doesn't want to use his own brain.

As Xia Xia once told him, one must learn to think for oneself.

-

That's it.

In order to reduce the time spent at home, Mingyu directly found a job that included food and accommodation.

The location is on a construction site on the outskirts of the city, and the boss is working as a canteen there.The project belongs to the Cheng family, and this is the first time he has anything to do with Cheng Yanxia.Even if it is far-fetched, it is a hope to hold on tightly to the light for Mingyu who has just crawled out of the dark cave.

The outskirts of the city are remote. Since Mingyu came out, he got up four or five days every morning to buy and wash vegetables.But even if he is too tired to straighten his waist, he still insists on reviewing the knowledge he has learned.Because the scholarship is very important to him.

Fortunately, Ming Youlin never asked about his situation.Only Tang Zhilan would call every now and then, and she had to know everything about Mingyu's work time and what food she ate.

A month passed like this, and soon it was time for Jiang City No. [-] Middle School to start school.

Two days before the registration, Mingyu left from the private canteen.

He wanted to recharge his energy and store up energy, and he had to keep it a secret from his family.

After packing up his things one day in advance, Ming Yu was trying to hide his schoolbag.

Suddenly, the door outside slammed!

Immediately afterwards, the bedroom door was kicked open.The hair was grabbed again, Mingyu's consciousness seemed to be separated from the body, and it took a long time to react.

The hair hurt heavily, and the psychological shadow that had disappeared for several years, the beasts that wanted to break through the fence, rushed out one after another.Mingyu was so frightened that he shivered and covered his head tightly as if he had lost his mind.Eye sockets are flushed.

"Old Ming! That's your son!"

"Old Ming..."

There was a shrill cry in his ears, Mingyu wanted to hide, but the pain made him unable to move.

The strength of an adult male is simply unshakable.The spindle-like hand struck, punching to the flesh, making a dull sound that shattered the eardrums.Mingyu clenched his teeth tightly, trying to save himself despite the disparity in strength.

The body couldn't bear it, and there was a whimper overflowing from the conditioned reflex roar.

Mingyu burst into tears, and his eyes were full of hatred.

Xia Xia, help me...

In a daze, the man held his face in his big hands.The voice was warm and firm: "Whoever bullies you, you will hit back. If you can't beat you, just throw something. If you hurt me, I will be hurt."

"If something really happens to you, you won't be able to see me..."

Mingyu seemed to be pulled out of a trance by a big hand.

Rushui's eyes hardened, and he grabbed the stool legs back with both hands, biting his teeth until the corners of his lips bleed.

roll!

"roll!"

"Get the fuck out—"

"Oh!"

Ming Yu's eyes were shattered, and the strength he didn't know came from knocked the drunk man to the ground.The stool seemed to be overwhelmed and made a long creaking sound. After the curtain fell...

The heavy panting sound poured into the ears, once, again.

Mingyu suddenly tightened his hands, staring blankly at the man lying on the ground reeking of alcohol.

He raised his head in shock and excitement, and looked straight at the woman with disheveled hair.The corner of Mingyu's mouth moved slightly, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"mom……"

With a dry sound, it was the first time he resisted so fiercely from his previous life to the present.He wants to talk.

He thought his mother would support him, but under the increasingly angry eyes of the woman, Mingyu's nose was slightly sour, and he finally shut up.

From the beginning to the end, it was his own extravagance.

He straightened up abruptly, grabbed the schoolbag on one side and pushed her away, staggering out.

"Mingyu! Come back to me!"

Ming Yu stood still, his red arms resting on the door.He thought for a while, turning around with difficulty as if his ankles were bound by chains.

"Mom, am I wrong?"

Tang Zhilan didn't even think about it, her lips recovered quickly: "Isn't it your fault that you knocked your father out!"

Mingyu quickly crossed the corner of his eyes with his arms, wiped away the disappointing tears on his face and shouted:

"Then I should be beaten to death by him!"

"He's your father, you should..."

Mingyu gritted his teeth, opened the door more quickly and ran out.

"Come back to me—"

"Mingyu! You're disobedient, aren't you?"

"Mingyu!"

Ming Yu stumbled down the stairs, the newly formed scab on his arm had just been torn violently.The white skin that was originally milky was covered with bruises in an instant.

After turning a step, Mingyu paused.

Wiping the corners of his eyes with both hands, he timidly approached the gray-haired old man. "Grandma Bai is good."

"Xiao Yu, this is... this is... hey!" The old man's hair was gray, his eyes were full of worry, "Come on, let's go to grandma's house and get some medicine for you."

Mingyu smiled at the old man with red eyes, and comforted him in a warm voice: "Grandma, it's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

"What's the matter? In a few days, go into the house with grandma!" Grandma Bai held Mingyu's hand with a firm attitude.

Mingyu didn't dare to use force, so he could only follow her into her house.

-

In the early morning, the thick fog in Jiang City covered the whole city.

The milky white veil enveloped Jiangshi No. [-] Middle School, which was built on the hillside.Like the Tianque Palace, it is solemn and pure.

It was reported at 08 o'clock, and at 30:[-], the classroom of Class [-] in the second grade of senior high school was already more than half full.

When the clouds and mist outside the window cleared, Lie Yang was exiled into the sky again and landed on the boy next to the bed in the last row.There was only one vacant seat in the class next to him.

It takes an hour and a half from Mingyu's house to the best middle school in Jiang City.Although he set off early by bus, he was stuck in traffic for an hour.

Came in a hurry and finished reporting at the last minute.

The class teacher for this semester is their former English teacher. He is very gentle, but he keeps his word.She told Ming Yu the classroom and asked him to put things away, and she reminded him to wait for the class meeting later in a gentle voice.

Mingyu went back to the dormitory and hurriedly put away the things in the big schoolbag on his back before climbing up to the fifth floor to find his classroom.

Outside the door, there is a sign of Class 13, Grade [-].

The classroom is noisy, like a hive, there must be many people.

Mingyu took a deep breath, hid his arms back, and then slowly opened the door.At that moment, the honeycomb seemed to press the pause button, and all eyes swiped over.

Mingyu shrank his shoulders in fright, and lowered his head faintly.

"Yo - who is this poor boy?"

The girl by the door stepped on the stool with one foot, and gave a clear voice to Ming Yu who was passing by.

With a bang, like a needle pricking a balloon, the classroom became lively again.

"What's your name? Little boy?"

"Bah! Don't give people random nicknames."

"It's just really good, look at the little deer eyes, ouch, there is also a shallow hair. Look at that skin, tsk tsk, don't you envy..."

"Fuck you!"

"But! Where do you sit, poor boy?"

Mingyu was also thinking about this question.

Like a little fluffy hamster, he raised his head tremblingly, and quickly lowered his eyelashes.Aim for the corners of the last row.

"hiss--"

"No way, no way, little poor can only sit there!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Click." There was a very soft sound.It was the schoolbag that hit the chair.

Jiangshi's Law: Those who sit in the last row are either bullies or scumbags.

Mingyu tried his best to stay away from this classmate who was lying on the table like a sleeping classmate.He couldn't afford to offend school bullies, and he was afraid of disturbing others.

There was a rustling sound, and Ming Chen kept his head down to pack his things.When I looked up, I saw the two people in the front row turning around in unison, staring at the back row with flickering eyes.

Mingyu's heart trembled, and he tightly grasped the zipper of the schoolbag with his fingers.

Offended, offended?

He is like a goose baby that has just broken its shell, its whole body is soft enough to be rounded and flattened by anyone. "Yes, sorry."

"O! M! G!"

The two in the front row all turned around again, acting in unison like twins with a tacit understanding.

Mingyu was confused for a moment, and moved his aching arm, not understanding what they were doing.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side: "Change seat?"

The low magnetic sound is not loud, but when it is exported, it is like a cello concerto with its own tune, which is extremely ear-catching.

The slightly familiar voice instantly pulled Mingyu back to the days when he was with Cheng Yanxia.

In an instant, some of his hair blew out, and his eyes widened.

Like a frightened cat!

I was caught off guard when I saw that face that was so familiar.Mingyu grabbed the arm of his deskmate violently, his eyes flushed, "My husband..."

Cheng Yanxia heard what he was calling, and quickly withdrew her hands with a cold face: "Don't bark."

His eyes were cold and distant.

This is what annoyed him the most since he was a child.

The boy's handsome facial features are reflected in the hazy tears, even the small mole on the throat is exactly the same!

It's my husband!

The suppressed tears fell instantly.

The emotions that have been suppressed for a month are like opening a sluice to release water, rushing out swiftly and turbulently, quickly squeezing reason out of the brain.

Cheng Yanxia lowered her eyes and clenched a fist with one hand.

"Fuck! Fuck! Brother Cheng is going to hit someone! Cover your eyes, brothers!"