Pure White Core

In line with the principle of early death and early birth, I told my mother that I wanted to raise sheep almost as soon as I left school.

"No!" My mother slapped me on the back of the head: "I can't support myself and want to raise something?" She bit a cigarette at the corner of her mouth and said inarticulately: "Where do you put it back? Where do you go in winter?" weed?"

"You don't need to eat grass, it hasn't been weaned yet, so I can make milk powder for it to drink." Fortunately, it doesn't eat grass.

"Milk powder?" Huihui's eyes widened, and she screamed as if she had seen a ghost. Her eyes have been getting bigger and bigger these days.

"Lengzizi!" My mother slapped me on the back of the head again: "People can't drink milk powder, so give it to sheep?" She slapped me hard, not because she was really angry, but just because she was used to it.

"I earn money to buy milk powder. Mom, let's drink milk powder and give it to the lamb." I have already bought the lamb, and I have to fight: "My classmate said that it can grow four attics, which is amazing!"

My mother's face twitched: "You make money...you sell your mother to make money like your mother? You make money so easy, catch me!" She scolded harshly, but she just rubbed my head vigorously with her hands, Obviously didn't take my words to heart.

"I still have a ring." I patted my chest. I always wear that pure white anchor next to my body. If it is sold, it will definitely buy me a lot of milk powder.

The person who wears that ring can return to that white cylindrical room this Sunday like me.

My mother bent down and hugged my neck: "Baa Yao is a good baby, you give the hoop to Mom, and Mom will give you two dollars." She smiled very softly, and the smoke from her mouth choked me until I coughed.

"Cough cough cough! Not for sale." I tilted my head.

"Two yuan and fifty cents!" My mother raised the price.

"Not for you." I just stopped looking at her.

"Such a grandson!" My mother slapped me on the back of the head angrily.

"Do you really want to feed milk powder to the sheep?" Huihui looked at me like an idol.Both of us are typical poor people who can't afford milk powder. Suddenly I want to give precious milk powder to my 'pets'.

"Well, I earn money to buy milk powder." I am serious.

"Qi!" My mother spat the cigarette butt on the ground in disdain, stretched out the broken high-heeled shoes with glued soles and twisted them twice.

"Really, I can make money without selling *!" My mother's expression was so contemptuous.

"Oh, then at least you are better than your mother." She took out another 'Princess' cigarette and put it in her mouth. She took out a match and wanted to light it. With a cigarette between his and his middle fingers, he poked my head with his fingertips: "Of course, you kid doesn't have a *."

"I have." Huihui managed to pick up the conversation, and happily hugged me to do it.

"Forget it." I reached out and pushed her away.

"Hey, broken coward!" My mother put the cigarette back to her mouth again, humming a song while not knowing what to think.

"Yu Shaorong," Huihui tugged at my sleeve, "I'll be your sheep, can you give me milk powder?"

"Not good," I shook my head regretfully: "You don't have four attics."

"Hey!" Huihui followed me and walked with arms folded, lamenting that she couldn't drink milk powder or grow four horns.

When I was eating at night, I was thinking about where to get money. My memory of being seven years old is very vague, and I have no idea what to do to get money quickly.To be honest, my concept of money is quite weak, it has something to do with the optimistic gene that I inherited from my mother who is happy and happy, and it also has something to do with my habit of eating soft food after I started dating.

If I hadn't been forced to take the high school entrance examination, and then forced to go to college to accompany me, I would probably be a social blind again with a junior high school diploma.Of course, I didn't become a pillar of society after I was put on the wall, and I still confusedly put myself in the position of the mistress, and I was aggrieved and slapped my ass and left.

I know how to open simple locks, but stealing is a technical job. Being a thief with no experience and no physical capital like me is probably a dead end. Anyway, I went to graduate school in a daze, but I can’t even remember what major I studied. I think my head was probably kicked by a donkey before, and so many important and useful memories were washed away; I have never done business, and I don’t even know how to set up a street stall.

I have to buy milk powder, not only for raising lambs, but also for myself to grow taller. 1.7 meters eight is the ideal height in my dream, but that damn three centimeters has become an irreparable regret in my life. Whatever I say, I have to rescue it.

When people are in a state of "desperation", it is easy to be extreme, and when they are extreme, they are easy to go astray, so my thoughts are like a sturdy horse, galloping farther and farther in the crooked ways...

I thought of Miss Pei Yuan.

Sister Peiyuan is the daughter of Aunt Wenrui. She is 14 years old this year. Both she and Aunt Wenrui are my mother's "travelers".More than two years ago, Aunt Wenrui brought her 12-year-old sister Peiyuan to marry her current husband. Sister Peiyuan was raped by her "stepfather" after drinking. Aunt Wenrui forgave him for love and to protect the family, and even agreed. An order to take 12-year-old sister Pei Yuan out to make money.

Since then, my mother has never spoken a word to Aunt Wenrui, mother and daughter. Not only did she completely abandon her conscience, but she also resolutely forbade me to speak a word to Sister Peiyuan again.

In this way, I became strangers with sister Peiyuan who used to carry me around the streets.

I thought, if sister Peiyuan needed help, as long as I was paid appropriately, she would not poke people to death with a screwdriver as I remembered, would not self-destruct, and would be able to live another life.

After this immature idea took root in my mind, I became happy. At night, I covered my mouth and laughed secretly in my little quilt, thinking over and over again how to contact Miss Peiyuan.

The next morning I woke up very late, and didn't get up reluctantly until the alarm clock rang again and again. My mother had already come back and was sitting on the sofa watching TV with Hatch.

"Mom, if you're sleepy, go to bed first." I covered my mother's lap with a dirty old blanket, "Huihui and I will go to school by ourselves."

"Huh?" My mother wrapped the blanket around her legs and tilted her head: "Why?"

"My classmates all go to school by themselves," I poured water into the washbasin with a thermos bottle in my arms: "Huihui and I also have to go to school by ourselves."

"Aren't you afraid that traffickers will catch you?" She lazily lay down on her reclining, not worried.

"I'm a student all the way, don't be afraid." Then I soaked the towel in warm water and washed my face.My mother used to pour water and wash my face by the side. In just a few days, she found that it was enough to just sit on the sofa and watch TV, and I could do everything by myself.

"Really?" My mother was skeptical.

"Really." I opened the door with difficulty, took the washbasin and poured the water on the dry and hard ground, and trotted back into the house against the cold wind: "Mom, wash your face and go to sleep, Huihui and I go to school."

"..." My mother wrapped herself in a blanket and watched me put on my coat and put on my schoolbag and go out. She didn't say yes, and didn't stop me.

The broken wooden door was pulled shut, and I trotted to Huihui's house, which was only three neighbors away from me, where an orange light was casting from the small window of her house.

"Huihui!" I shouted at the top of my voice.

"Hey! Is it Yu Shaorong?" Huihui's grandfather's voice came out, and then it was even more dilapidated than my house, almost split into eight pieces, and the broken door that was barely nailed together with wood chips was opened: "Come in, come in, Huihui will almost done!"

Huihui's grandfather's hair and beard are all gray, his face is wrinkled like a dried jujube, and he wears a long gray gown that was fashionable at some time or other. He limped to Huihui who was sitting on the edge of the kang to braid her hair .Huihui’s braids have always been braided by him, not to mention rough and asymmetrical, often one high and one low, which makes Huihui, who is already disheveled all day long, look even more sloppy, even Zhao Xianglan, the grandmother in our class who picks up tatters, disdains play with both of us.

"Yu Shaorong, why are you up already?" Huihui just woke up, her eyes were still swollen like a fat goldfish.In my impression, this is the first time I got up earlier than her and came to her house to wait for her.

"Hey." I just smirked and skipped the topic, anyway, I didn't want to explain the ins and outs to her.

Grandpa Huihui doesn't think it's a big deal if my mother doesn't send us to school. These days, there are many children in preschool who walk for ten to twenty minutes to get to and from school by themselves. Mostly, it's back to normal now at best.

Huihui was very lively on the way to school this day. Her natural fear of adults makes Huihui seldom talk to me freely on the way to and from school. Now that there is no restraint, she pulls my arm and jumps and speaks very loudly. , The two withered yellow and rough braids are up and down like two happy wings.

Compared to me who can wash my hair with shampoo anyway, Huihui, who has been washing her hair with washing powder and soap like her grandfather, lacks nutrition and maintenance. It should be brown and messy. Sometimes she scratches with her claws. A few strokes can make dandruff like snow flakes fly around.

"That's right, Yu Shaorong, why did the wound on your face disappear so quickly!" Huihui, who realized it later, giggled and poked my face: "Do you still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." I stretched out my hand to touch the corners of my cheeks and mouth, which were smooth without leaving a trace.

As my mother used to say, she and my father, who had never masked their faces, had no brains or knowledge. Fortunately, they passed on the proudest faces of both parties to me. In this way, although I am stupid, bad-tempered and lazy, I will always be happy. Will not go hungry.

I haven't seen a picture of my dad, and my mom would jokingly say that I look like my dad better than her when she's in a good mood, and I'm always depressed.I think she is very beautiful, and I would rather be like her than a stranger who has no idea what she looks like.

As usual, the sun didn’t rise until the two of us entered the classroom. Teacher Lu squatted next to the stove and shoveled ashes.

Huihui and I were seated very far back, and the desks were also tattered, with countless small lines and crooked characters carved on them by a knife.Huihui leans against the wall. Like other students who sit against the wall, her greatest pleasure is to draw things on the wall with crayons.A small flower today, a chick tomorrow, and I firmly do not allow other people to graffiti on my 'collar wall', even I can only draw three thumb-sized patterns on it every week. Be sure to scrape it off with a knife.

I stuffed my schoolbag into the table bucket, got up and walked to the teacher who was digging out the hearth and was disheveled.

"Teacher Lu."

"Ah? Yu Shaorong, what's wrong?" Teacher Lu wiped the ashes from his mouth with his sleeve, raised his head and asked me.

"My tonsils are inflamed. My mother is waiting for me at the outpatient clinic and asked me to ask you for leave." I lied as soon as I opened my mouth.

"Ask for leave?" Teacher Lu frowned: "Why didn't she come to ask me for leave?"

"My mother said that it's not good for her to come, and more classmates will bully me." I acted as if I didn't understand anything and 'delivered the message': "She said that you don't want her to come either, and you will let me go if I ask for leave. "

"You doll..." Teacher Lu's expression was very awkward: "How can you say that."

"Teacher, can I walk?" I pointed to my neck, "I can't breathe when it's swollen, so my mother told me to go there early."

Hearing 'I can't get my breath out', Teacher Lu was stunned again. In October, a child in the class died in the moral class because of tracheal edema and difficulty breathing. , now that she hears 'I can't get out of my breath', she is heartbroken.

"You go... Next time you need to ask for leave and ask your mother to write a note." After all, Teacher Lu didn't doubt it. After all, I have always been timid, and she forgives me that I won't lie in front of her so calmly.

Just like that, I put my hands in my trouser pockets and walked out of the classroom slowly under Huihui's puzzled eyes.