Senior Class Three

"..."

He couldn't answer.Before today, he hated Li Youmao and wished he could stay away from him.Even if there is no way to stay away, he will find the right opportunity to humiliate Li Youmao.

But what right does he have to hate him? Rather than hating Li Youmao, it's better to say that he hates himself.

Li Youmiao is well-behaved and sensible, with good grades, he is an out-and-out good young man.Everyone loves, everyone praises.

He is proud and conceited, his grades are poor, and he is an out-and-out second king.There is nothing to do but spend money to spend money.

He was jealous of Li Youmao's easy approval from others, and he hated Li Youmao's excellence, so whenever he had an opportunity, he would say some harsh words to hurt Li Youmao, as long as Li Youmao was even slightly displeased, He will be very happy.He often belittles Li Youmao to gain a sense of superiority.

He knew that he was an abominable person, except for the money that the old money gave him, maybe no one in this world would like him.

He doesn't deserve to be liked by others, let alone Li Youmao. He hurts Li Youmao every day, a person who lives seriously.

He looked at Youyong's expectant eyes, but he couldn't say anything.

Who doesn't like pearls, and he is just a grain of sand on the beach, and he would feel ashamed if he put them together.

Youyong said: "Brother talented, do you like brother? If you don't like brother, after I die, can you like brother instead of me?"

Qian Youcai pulled up the blanket that had slid down to his knees, covered him again, and said in a low voice, "You Yong, since your name is 'You Yong', then Uncle Li and the others must hope that you have the courage to live. Therefore, Stop talking stupid things, okay?"

Youyong stared out of the window, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.His voice fluctuated from distant to near, "My brother is either working part-time or studying every day. He has no spare time to make friends. After I leave, no one will talk to my brother intimately. He will hold himself back."

He looked back at Qian Youcai, and said, "It's very hard to be sick. My brother is already suffering because of my illness, and he has to pretend to be nonchalant every day. If my brother also falls ill, Dad What's the mother going to do? They can't have both sons sick."

Qian Youcai hugged him, tears streaming down his face.

His body is so small that it can be crushed easily.Eight-year-old children understand the hardships of life.He is so heartbroken, Youyong is only eight years old...

When he was eight years old, he was still riding on Laoqian's neck, spending money traveling all over the world.But the little boy in his arms was trapped in this small house, suffering from illness all day long, begging him bitterly, begging him to be his brother's good friend.

The eldest brother lay on their feet, yelling "Aww", and seemed to be crying too.

Youyong did not cry, nor did he shed tears. The smile on his face was as warm as spring, and he said, "Brother Talented, I still hope that you can become my brother's wife. Then my brother will become a rich man, and he will no longer have to work."

Qian Youcai laughed and cried, patted him on the back, and said with a smile, "I still think it's more appropriate for your brother to be my wife."

Although he was flustered, it was the first time that he was truly happy for it.

Youyong opened his eyes wide, clapped his hands, smiled brightly, and said, "That's great, brother talented. That's great, brother has become a rich woman..."

"..."

"What are you talking about, so happy?" Li Youmao brought three bowls of fried rice with eggs, put them on the coffee table, and said with a smile, "Hurry up, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

"Oh oh oh" the elder brother yelled a few times in dissatisfaction.

Li Youmao knelt down, patted its head, and said, "Don't worry, you have your share."

Qian Youcai picked up a bowl of fried rice with eggs, checked that it would not be too hot, and handed it to Youyong.Youyong took it with a smile and said, "Brother Youcai, I can eat by myself."

Although he is sick, it is still a serious illness that cannot be cured, but small things such as eating and bathing can still be done, it is just a little bit of effort.If it really came to the point where he needed someone to serve him, Li Youmao would have fed him long ago.He thinks money has talent to make a fuss out of a molehill.

Qian Youcai touched his head in embarrassment, he overreacted.He suddenly remembered something.Immediately opened the suitcase, took out the goldfish soup bowl, handed it to Li Youmao, and said, "Excuse me."

Li Youming smiled softly and said, "It's what I should do." He filled a bowl full for his elder brother.The eldest brother flicked his tail happily and made a "squeak" sound from his mouth.The three couldn't help laughing out loud.

After eating, Youyong went to take a shower, and Li Youmao was washing the dishes. He walked over quietly, took out 30 yuan, and said, "It's the meal money for me and my eldest brother tonight."

He doesn't want to owe favors.Today I also know about his family's difficulties, and I don't want to take advantage of him.

Li Youmao said, "A serving of fried rice with eggs costs 5 yuan."

Qian Youcai thought for a while and said, "How about the remaining money for my accommodation expenses today?"

"it is good"

"I'll put it in your pocket." Li Youmao was washing the dishes and couldn't move his hands, so Qian Youcai stuffed it directly into his trouser pocket.He was a little nervous, and he didn't put it in after a few times. He poked and poked Li Youmao's body, but Li Youmao didn't care at all, and quietly washed the dishes.After trying several times, he became even more flustered, and finally put the money in. He found something like a small book in Li Youmao's pocket.He remembered that when closing the stall, he saw Li Youmao putting the tattered dictionary into his trouser pocket.

His heart couldn't help but feel sour.The poverty of life made him regard a small dilapidated dictionary as a treasure, and he read it tens of thousands of times.When working part-time, they will also find time to study. How can such a person not achieve excellent grades?

The burden of life did not overwhelm him. He worked hard every day, studied hard, never complained about the hardships of life, and always had an approachable smile on his face.Qian Youcai stared at his profile, how much bitterness and helplessness was hidden under this beautiful face?Qian Youcai began to pay attention to the boy in front of him, but there was no trace of ridicule in his heart, and a feeling of admiration spontaneously emerged.

"Is there a flower on my face?" Li Youmao didn't stop what he was doing, he glanced at Qian Youcai out of the corner of his eye, and found that he was looking at him with a strange look.

After regaining his senses, Qian Youcai raised his head high and said, "I just found out today that you look really good-looking."

Li Youmao was stunned, the bowl in his hand slipped, but luckily he reacted quickly and caught it immediately.

Qian Youcai said again: "Great kung fu! You practiced it while working." He definitely didn't mean to ridicule him, but after he said it, he always felt that something was wrong, so he added another sentence, saying: "I I didn't ridicule you, I just thought the trick you took the bowl just now was very handsome."

With a bang, the bowl in Li Youmao's hand broke into several petals.Li Youmao said hastily, "I'm sorry."

Qian Youcai laughed and said, "You threw your own bowl, you shouldn't have to apologize to me!"

"I'll clean it up, you go to the living room."

Qian Youcai complained: "The situation at home is not good, and you dropped the bowl, wasting money!"

There was another "beep", and Li Youming accidentally dropped the bowl in his hand.

Qian Youcai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "You only washed three dishes, and now you have dropped two. All the money you earned today will be lost."

Li Youming smiled politely, and said, "I made some money today, enough to buy two bowls." He cleaned up the debris, and turned to get his brother's goldfish soup bowl.The eldest brother saw him approaching step by step, picked up his job bowl and hid in the corner.

Qian Youcai bent down with a smile, and said, "Brother is afraid that you will ruin his job. I'll wash his dishes. You've been busy all day, so go take a rest."

The elder brother took the initiative to give the bowl to Qian Youcai. While washing the dishes, he said, "You often drop the bowls when you work in a small shop?"

Li Youmao sat back on the sofa, thoughtfully, and said, "Never came."

"Never?" Qian Youcai turned around and joked, "Could it be because I came to your house for the first time, and I often laughed at you before, so you welcome me in this way?"

Li Youmao stared at Qian Youcai, he put away the goodwill he had in the past, with a solemn and serious expression.

When he met Qian Youcai before, Qian Youcai either mocked him or ridiculed him. Today, after talking with his younger brother, he seemed to be a different person. His language was no longer sharp and aggressive.It was more admiration for him, and he took the initiative to joke with him. He couldn't react for a while, and lost his composure and broke two bowls.

Qian Youcai explained: "You look so scary, I was just joking. Don't take it seriously."

He didn't know that in Li Youmao's eyes, he was scary.Li Youmao stared at him, as if he wanted to see whether his soul had been transferred or not.

Suddenly, a noise came from the bathroom, breaking the brief silence between the two.

Li Youmao rushed over, slapped on the door, and said anxiously, "You Yong, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

There was no sound in the bathroom, and Li Youming was going crazy. He slammed on the door and turned the lock up and down. Seeing the time passing by, his forehead was covered with sweat, he stepped back, and then accelerated to the Come back, kick it with your foot, the door opens, and the warm mist blows in.

Youyong was naked and fell to the ground, eyes half-closed weakly.Li Youmao roughly checked his body and found that there was no external injury.He picked him up and ran back to the bedroom, covering him with the quilt.

He took out the medicine from the drawer, and Qian Youcai immediately called a glass of warm water from the living room.He smiled bitterly, his pale face was even scarier than Yong's face, and said, "Thank you."

He hugged Youyong, let him lean on his body, and said, "Take the medicine quickly, it will be fine."

You Yong shook his head weakly, put aside the medicine he handed over, and said, "Brother, I don't want to take medicine."

His lips were dry and his face lacked a trace of blood, like weeds in winter, waiting for the last gust of cold wind to blow away his broken body.

Li Youmao pleaded: "Be brave, take medicine, don't leave brother behind..." His voice was crying, his expression was painful, big beads of sweat fell down, hot enough to burn people's eyes.