Urgent! What should I do if I get a bad character after rebirth?

The girl's name was Chen Xiaorou. "Sister, do you look like you just came back from a construction site?" She pinched her nose and took a half step back. Her rhinestone-studded sandals shone brightly in the sun.

Yunhe looked down at his cloth shoes stained with wall dust, and suddenly remembered that last week, Deputy Mayor Liang's driver, Chen Xiaorou's father, had said in a sarcastic tone, "After all, self-employed people are not presentable."

She left two white marks on the cardboard with her fingernails. "I was born in the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, so I might be half a year younger than you."

Chen Xiaorou's almond-shaped eyes were immediately covered with mist, and her nails stained with Impatiens juice grabbed Liang Wenjun's sleeves: "Brother Wenjun, she is mean to me..."

"Yunhe, why are you like a hedgehog?" Liang Wenjun shook off his wrinkled sleeves, glanced at the half-revealed "Self-Study Series of Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry" in her arms, and sneered, "I heard that you applied to Peking University? Did Uncle Yun donate a building to the school?"

Several boys behind him giggled, and one of them wearing Warrior shoes deliberately sipped his orange soda with a sizzling sound.

The cicadas in the shade suddenly screamed at the top of their lungs. Yunhe recalled the time when Liang Wenjun threw his pen on the spot at the Children's Palace last winter because he lost to her in the Mathematical Olympiad.

The ink splashed on his eight-hundred-dollar tweed coat, like a crooked crow.

"Wow--"

Lin Pei ran over from the opposite side holding a glass bottle of sour plum soup, and the hair tie on the end of her braid had loosened at some point.

Her face flushed as she stuffed the bottle into Yunhe's arms, and the old books in the cardboard box suddenly fell to the ground.

The yellowed "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales" was spread out, with childish pencil writing still on the title page: Awarded to Lin Pei, who won first place in the midterm exam.

Liang Wenjun bent down to pick up the book, and touched the word "Lin Pei" with his fingertips: "Isn't this the one from Uncle Liu's house..."

"Wenjun!" A middle-aged woman's voice suddenly came from the cold drink shop.

Mrs. Liang, wearing a dark blue dress, walked over quickly, the gold-inlaid jade Guanyin on her chest swaying with her steps, "Why haven't you gone to the Children's Palace to practice piano yet? Teacher Wang has been waiting for a long time."

When her eyes swept over Yunhe, they suddenly froze, and she grabbed her son's arm as if she recognized something.

Yunhe paused as she bent over to pick up the book. She saw dots of red paint on the clasp of Mrs. Liang's pearl necklace - the same color as the "Municipal Key Enterprise" medal that was returned to her father's office.

"Mom!" Liang Wenjun angrily shook off his mother's hand, and the strap of his watch flashed a silver light in front of Yunhe's eyes, "I'll..."

"Yunhe! The admission letter has arrived!" Uncle Zhao drove an Audi into the crowd. A bright red express cover was handed out from the driver's window, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Lin Pei suddenly cried out "Ah!", and the book "How the Steel Was Tempered" in her hand happened to be turned to the page where Paul received the group certificate.

Chen Xiaorou's orange soda fell to the ground with a bang.

Mrs. Liang pulled her son back two steps, as if the red color would burn people.

When Yunhe took the notice, her fingertips touched the raised school emblem on the cover - it was the Boya Tower of Weiming Lake that she had touched countless times when her father took her to visit.

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"Congratulations, Xiaohe!" Uncle Zhao smiled with wrinkles all over his face.

Liang Wenjun suddenly sneered: "The nouveau riche is..."

"Wenjun!" Mrs. Liang interrupted sharply, her nails almost digging into her son's arm, "Go home!"

The hem of her dark purple cheongsam swept across the mess on the ground, and Yunhe noticed that there was a tear at the seam of her calf socks, like a twisted centipede.

The cicadas suddenly stopped chirping. Chen Xiaorou squatted on the ground picking up broken glass. Her nails, which were stained with Impatiens juice, were dyed a strange orange-red by the soda.

Lin Pei silently stuffed the last book into the cardboard box. Cinderella on the cover was staring at the broken crystal shoes in a daze.

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"We'll have a teacher appreciation banquet next month," Yunhe suddenly turned around, her ponytail drawing a neat arc in front of Liang Wenjun's eyes, "remember to let Uncle Liang wear that waist-hugging suit."

She smiled, revealing two canine teeth. "He looked very smart in that at the entrepreneur gathering last year."

When Lin Pei burst out laughing, Mrs. Liang's high heels got stuck in the manhole cover.

Yunhe was walking home holding the cardboard box when he heard a "crack" sound behind him. The heel of Liang Wenjun's mother's newly bought pearl white sandals was stuck in the gap of the cast iron manhole cover.

"Mom!" Liang Wenjun squatted down hurriedly, and the knees of his brand new khaki pants rubbed against the asphalt on the asphalt road.

Xiaorou held up her skirt, at a loss, and her voice, which had just been tender and tender, became tearful: "Auntie, I will help you find someone from the municipal government..."

Yunhe stuffed the empty bottle of sour plum soup into Lin Pei's hand. When she turned around, her ponytail swept across the branches of the locust tree by the roadside. The cicadas' chirping in July seemed to have been suddenly turned up in volume.

Mrs. Liang finally pulled out her heels, but the three-centimeter high heels remained in the manhole cover forever.

As she limped past Yun He, her jade earrings flickered a faint green arc of light on her neck: "Girl from the Yun family, I heard that you are going to demolish the textile factory's staff quarters? My old nanny is still living there."

Yunhe smelled the last note of Dior Poison perfume on the other person, and suddenly remembered the planning map he saw in his father's study last week - the red brick house was supposed to be transformed into a street park. "Don't worry, Auntie," she smiled obediently, "The municipal planning calls for a Children's Palace Concert Hall, and Uncle Liang emphasized the need to preserve cultural heritage during the meeting last week."

Mrs. Liang's delicate false eyelashes trembled.

"Mom, let's go." Liang Wenjun held his mother's arm and glanced at Yunhe's dusty canvas shoes. "I heard that Peking University's military training this year will go into the mountains for training. Some people should not..."

"Brother Wenjun!" Xiaorou suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes, "Look, isn't that the car of Uncle Wang from the Education Bureau?" Everyone turned their heads to look and saw a black Audi slowly parked in front of the Yun family villa. The word "教" on the license plate was shining with golden light in the sun.

The cardboard box in Lin Pei's arms suddenly tilted, and the yellowed "Biography of Marie Curie" fell to the ground.

When Yunhe bent down to pick it up, he heard Mrs. Liang lower her voice and say, "Business people don't know the rules..."

The cicadas suddenly stopped chirping. Yunhe stood up and saw his mother walking out of the courtyard gate in a light blue silk cheongsam, holding a blue and white porcelain plate with dew-soaked purple grapes on it.

His eyes swept over Mrs. Liang's lame high heels, "Would you like to come in and apply some ice, Mrs. Liang?"

Xiaorou stared at the mutton-fat jade bracelet on Yunhe's mother's wrist, and suddenly found that her own silver bracelet was eclipsed.

Liang Wenjun dragged his mother away without looking back, leaving Xiaorou jogging after him with her skirt lifted up, her lace stockings hooked on the holly bushes by the roadside, pulling out long threads.

The shadow of the locust tree moved half an inch on the ground. Yunhe heard Lin Pei gasping for air, and from a distance came Xiaorou's sobbing voice, "Brother Wenjun, wait for me."

"I'll go get some sour plum soup." Lin Pei suddenly turned around, and beads of sweat flickered out of her ponytail.

Yunhe saw her red ears and remembered the postcard of Tsinghua University that was tucked inside the book Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea when he helped her organize her bookcase last week.

My mother suddenly sighed and pointed at a red circle on the planning map: "The textile factory family compound... Today, three more elderly people refused to sign the relocation agreement."

The frequency of her jade earrings swinging subtly coincided with the rhythm of the cicadas in the tree. "Your father said that if you were here..."

Before he could finish his words, a sharp brake sound was heard suddenly from the corner of the street.

Yunhe turned his head and saw that Deputy Mayor Liang's special car was parked crookedly in the middle of the road. In front of the car was a three-wheeled cart, and old cotton wool tied on the cart was falling down.

When the old man on the bicycle staggered to his feet, the factory emblem on his left chest was revealed - it was the commemorative badge for his thirty years of service at the textile factory.