I'm poor

After the big-mouthed Chen Yaohui's publicity, the news of Yan Qinsheng's domestic violence spread throughout the grade the next day. Yan Qinsheng, who had been unknown until now, unexpectedly became popular because of this incident. talk.

"Hey, did you see that? He is the student in Class [-] who was abused domestically. I heard that his legs were bleeding from his parents' beating."

"Is it so pitiful? His parents are really ruthless."

All the classmates looked sympathetic when they saw him, and then the head teacher suddenly went to visit Yan Qinsheng's home without warning.

Qin Wanmei poured a glass of water and handed it to the head teacher: "Mr. Zhang, please drink some water."

"Thank you," the homeroom teacher held the glass to organize the words, and it took a long time to say: "Yan Qinsheng is a very motivated and obedient child, and he is also very hardworking in his studies, but maybe the method is not right."

Qin Wanmei sat on the chair next to her and nodded in agreement: "This child learns at [-] or [-] o'clock every night, but his grades just don't improve. We parents are also anxious."

"You can't hit your child in a hurry." The head teacher put down the teacup and accused her in a critical tone: "Parents' education methods play a vital role in the child's growth and learning. If you beat the child so hard, it will only make him Reject learning, and even have the mentality of breaking the jar. Let me tell you, children’s grades can’t just depend on how well the teachers teach, it’s largely because of your parents’ education methods.”

"Yes, yes, what Teacher Zhang said is right," Qin Wanmei felt embarrassed when she was accused like this, she lowered her head in embarrassment and brushed the broken hair by her ears: "I am not educated, and I don't know how to educate children. , Sometimes I really can’t hold back my anger.”

Before leaving, the homeroom teacher also gave thousands of instructions not to beat the children. After Qin Wanmei closed the door, her smiling face collapsed in an instant. She picked up the leather shoes on the shoe rack at the entrance and rushed into Yan Qinsheng's room, dragging him His arms dragged the man up from the desk.

"Have you learned to sue? Your old man doesn't protect you, so you go to the teacher?"

The mother's rough fingers grabbed Yan Qinsheng's cheeks, and the soles of the shoes fell on his face one after another. Yan Qinsheng drooped the corners of his mouth tearfully, half of his face was burning with pain.

"There are too many parents educating their children, and you are the only one who is hypocritical. Isn't it for your own good that your mother beats you! Your mother works hard every day in the factory to fight against 80 catties of sugar bags to make money, serving you, the old and the young, and the two of you. You don't even have a decent grade for the things you use, and you have learned to sue!"

Yan Qinsheng drooped the corners of his mouth and covered his face with his arms in grievance, and cried, "I didn't file a complaint..."

"You still quibble, you still dare to quibble, if you don't tell, who will know!" Qin Wanmei ripped Yan Qinsheng's mouth with her fingers angrily. She hated her son for being useless and embarrassing her, and even more hated her man for being useless and cowardly. , can't give her the life she wants.

After Qin Wanmei calmed down, looking at her son's swollen cheeks, her heart ached again, and she cried every time she hit the child, but she still couldn't control her emotions.

When she was young, she was beautiful and used to being vigorous and decisive, and finally picked an honest man to marry. Now she feels that her life is too hard.

In the morning, before going to school, Yan Qinsheng found a white factory mask from a drawer and put it on. When he got downstairs, he saw Fang Yi downstairs, still looking youthful and energetic.

"Yan Qinsheng, why are you wearing a mask?"

Yan Qinsheng ignored him, took out the key from the pocket of his schoolbag to unlock it, pushed the bicycle out of the shed, and left without even saying hello.

"Wait for me," Fang Yi stepped on the mountain bike to catch up: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you look ugly, I just want to care about you."

"No need." Yan Qinsheng wore a mask on his face, and even his voice was muffled. He didn't know in his heart that the young master was just curious to see a joke.

Fang Yi called him twice again, Yan Qinsheng pretended not to hear him on his squeaking bicycle, Fang Yi felt bored, and as soon as he stepped on the mountain bike with his long legs, he turned into white lightning and rushed past him.

This is the best, Yan Qinsheng thought, anyway, he didn't want to go to school with Fang Yi.

In the next few days, Yan Qinsheng returned to the state of going to and from school alone, but when he went downstairs every day and couldn't see the white mountain bike and his owner, he suddenly felt empty in his heart.

During recess, Yan Qinsheng would secretly look at Fang Yi's position. He has a very easy-going personality and is popular in the class. Both boys and girls love to play with him, and there are often a group of people around the desk.Unlike myself, just one or two friends, without Fang Yi, I basically just sit and review books by myself during class breaks.

The chain of the old bicycle that Yan Qinsheng was riding on every day was completely rusted like the rear seat after several heavy rains, and every time he stepped on it, he made a rattling sound like a trio.

He was ashamed to go to school on this broken bike at all, so he could only try to avoid the peak hours of crowds, come in the morning when there was no one in the school, and do his homework in the classroom after school, dawdling until all his classmates had left before going home.

It was already dark when Yan Qinsheng pushed his bicycle out of the school gate at the key high school after school. He didn't move after stepping on the bicycle a few times. He squatted on the ground and saw that the chain was broken.

If in the past he could still get entangled when the chain fell off, this time it was directly disconnected from the middle.

Yan Qinsheng stood up, thinking in his head whether he should take this opportunity to ask his mother to change a bicycle, not an expensive mountain bike, at least an ordinary black bicycle would be better than this rusty lady's car.

When pushing the car to the corner, Yan Qinsheng saw Fang Yi standing under the streetlight with his bicycle on his back. The dim streetlight was covered with a layer of golden light around his body, and the shadows around his feet were very thin and long.

Seeing Yan Qinsheng pushing the car, Fang Yi hesitated for a moment before coming over: "Your car broke down again?"

"Yeah." Yan Qinsheng was a little embarrassed, he hadn't talked to Fang Yi for a long time, and the two seemed to be unfamiliar again, even if Fang Yi carelessly asked, the sense of difference between the rich and the poor made him feel inferior.

"Why are you still pushing this broken car? Just throw it away," Fang Yi said in a relaxed tone, turning his head and scratching his cheeks and looking into the distance: "I have a car at home. I rode it in the third year of junior high school. I don't like its style. It's old, give it to you."

"No thanks." Yan Qinsheng looked down at his little broken car.

Fang Yi could see that he really wanted it, but he couldn't save face: "If you don't want it, I'll let my dad throw it away and put it in the garage to take up space."

"Why did you lose the good car?" Yan Qinsheng said coyly, "Then, please give it to me... And, thank you."

When Fang Yi heard that he accepted, he smiled in relief: "I lost your little broken car, and I will take you back."

Yan Qinsheng glanced at the mountain bike, and didn't even take the back seat.

Fang Yi let go of his hands to free up space in front of the bike, and pointed to the horizontal bar of the mountain bike: "You sit here."

Yan Qinsheng shook his head. He often saw some young girls in school who were in love sitting on the bar of his little boyfriend's mountain bike, dangling his slender ankles in his school uniform pants with a happy face. , don't want that.

"I'll just walk back."

"It's getting dark, do you still have time to do your homework when you go home, come up, grind."

Yan Qinsheng thought about it for a while, and felt that what he said was reasonable. Originally, he was dawdling in doing his homework, and he had to write until one or two o'clock at night when he walked back.

"You have to support the bike, I'm heavy." He tiptoed and sat sideways on the bar of the white mountain bike. Before he had time to stabilize, Fang Yi stepped on the bike and rushed out.

A good mountain bike rides very fast, as if it can cut through the wind. Yan Qinsheng tremblingly sat on the narrow horizontal bar, at a loss as to where to hold on to maintain his balance and not fall.

"Put your hands on my waist, I don't care if you fall." Fang Yi's two arms sandwiched him, and he suddenly had the urge to hug him, but unfortunately he couldn't free his hand while riding a bicycle.

"Why are you riding so fast!" Yan Qinsheng smelled the fresh scent of laundry detergent on his school uniform, felt himself surrounded by Fang Yi, and put his arm around his waist by accident.

The corner of Fang Yi's mouth curled up into a smile, and he rode the bike very fast, turning a corner and rushing into the darkness far away on the path.

The next day, when Yan Qinsheng came down from the building with his schoolbag on his back, the familiar figure at the gate of the courtyard appeared for a long time. Fang Yi grinned at him, showing a row of white teeth. .

Fang Yi patted the blue mountain bike cushion beside him: "It's a little old, you can just make do with it."

Yan Qinsheng walked over in surprise, looking at the brand new bicycle excitedly for a long time speechless.

This is called old?It is clearly new!

"You, are you really going to give me this car?"

Fang Yi nodded seriously and joked: "You won't be moved to cry."

"No, your bike is obviously new, so I can't take it." Although Yan Qinsheng liked it very much, he couldn't ask for such an expensive bike for nothing, so he gritted his teeth and refused.

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Really don't want it?"

"No, thank you, I can't have such a new car." After Yan Qinsheng finished speaking, he looked at the bicycle wistfully.

Fang Yi took out the key from his satchel, and stretched out his hand to draw a notch on the horizontal bar of the blue mountain bike. Yan Qinsheng hurriedly stopped him: "What are you doing? What are you doing with a good car?"

Fang Yi threw the car keys to him: "The car is old now, if you don't want it, I will throw it away."

"You can't throw it," Yan Qinsheng held the key tightly.

"Okay, stop dawdling, you're going to be late for school soon." Fang Yi urged him.

I have to say that a good bike is different to ride, and it doesn't take any effort at all. Compared with the little old lady's bike I used to be, it's just scrap iron.Yan Qinsheng rode behind Fang Yi on a bicycle, watching Fang Yi's back with grateful eyes.

At that time, he silently remembered Fang Yi's goodness bit by bit in his heart, thinking that one day he would repay him when he was capable.

Fang Yi turned his head and asked him: "It was agreed before, are you still coming?"

Yan Qinsheng was puzzled: "What?"

"Tomorrow weekend, do you want to come to my house, and I will tutor you in math and English."

"Go, it's only a few steps away anyway."

After accepting Fang Yi's invitation, Yan Qinsheng woke up early in the morning. To be exact, he should be excited, just like when he was a child when he went on a spring outing.

Parents usually wake up at five o'clock in the morning to wash up and prepare to go to work in the factory. Before leaving, Qin Wanmei pushed open the door of Yan Qinsheng's room and asked him, "Where's your bicycle?"

"The car chain was broken, so I lost it. My classmate gave me an old car." Yan Qinsheng deliberately closed his eyes and buried his head in the quilt to pretend to be asleep.

"Lost it? Why don't you push it back? No matter how you can't ride it, you can sell it for dozens of dollars. You kid doesn't know what's good or bad at all." Qin Wanmei complained before closing the door.

Although Yan Qinsheng was an adolescent boy, he was not rebellious at all. His temper was basically wiped out by his mother, and occasionally he was complained a word or two, which was not painful.

After his parents left, he got out of bed, threw the clothes at home into the washing machine, washed them and dried them, and cooked himself a bowl of fried rice with eggs from yesterday's lunch leftovers.

After tidying up the house, Yan Qinsheng set off to Fang Yi's house. His house was in a building in the center of a high-end residential area. The building was a duplex structure, with large French windows that could be seen from the outside.Yan Qinsheng looked at the bright mirror-like walls of the elevator, and couldn't help but compare it with his own stairway full of small advertisements, it was like heaven and earth.

Yan Qinsheng pressed the doorbell nervously, and a benevolent woman in an apron opened the door.

"Hello, Auntie." Yan Qinsheng bowed solemnly.

"The children are really good now," Aunt Li, the nanny, smiled and handed over the slippers: "Come in after changing your shoes."

Fang Yi heard the movement, and walked down the stairs in the house: "You are here, have you had breakfast?"

"I've eaten." Yan Qinsheng couldn't take his eyes off the spacious and bright living room, which was similar to the well-decorated model house shown on TV, and he could ride a bicycle in it.

He followed Fang Yi upstairs to the bedroom, and whispered, "Fang Yi, your mother is so kind."

"That's the nanny. My parents live in other places. They are busy with business. I'm the only one living here."

Yan Qinsheng couldn't keep his mouth shut in surprise: "You live in such a big house by yourself!"

"Is it big? It's okay. My family still has a few villas in the east of the city, but it's far away from the city center. It's more convenient to live here and go to school." Fang Yiyun replied calmly, led Yan Qinsheng into the bedroom, and thought There are a lot of exquisitely packaged snacks piled up on the table: "Take whatever you like, you're welcome."

Fang Yi's bedroom is also very big, larger than Yan Qinsheng's living room and kitchen combined. The decoration is simple Nordic style, and the gray and white tones are not tacky at all.

Yan Qinsheng sat on the chair and looked around with his eyes wide open. He felt that he was just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. For the first time in his life, he tasted the feeling of being restricted by poverty. After a while, he asked him: "What does your family do?" For business?"

"Building building," Fang Yi's tone was indifferent, as if he was discussing the steamed stuffed bun he ate this morning, he pointed to the bottom of his feet: "This community was built by my father's subordinates, and there is also the villa area in the east of the city. , he was also responsible for the construction, and then the developer ran away without the money to pay for the project, and the entire villa area was given to my dad."

"One, a villa area! Then you are really low-key." Yan Qinsheng was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say anymore. Thinking about his family of three living in that 45-square-meter old house, it was simply incomparable.

Fang Yi really doesn't like to show off like other rich second generations. He doesn't show off at school how many houses he owns, what his parents do, and he doesn't have a high-end car to pick him up every day. He just rides an expensive bicycle to and from school every day. It seems that he is just a good student from a slightly wealthy family.

Yan Qinsheng took the exercise book out of his schoolbag and joked, "For someone like you, if you don't study hard, you'll just wait to go home and inherit the villas."

Fang Yi opened Yan Qinsheng's workbook and said while checking, "If you have money, it belongs to my parents. If you want to be independent, you have to start your own company."

"What kind of company do you still want to start? Real estate is the most lucrative industry. Just inherit the father's business."

"No, I don't want to follow Dad's ass, so that I will never get ahead, and everything is in his hands, like a puppet." Fang Yi picked up the biscuit on the table and put it in his hand, continuing to look serious Bragging: "A capable person will succeed in anything, even selling biscuits can make a fortune."

Yan Qinsheng opened the biscuit box and put the cookie into his mouth: "When you become a big boss in the future, don't forget my little brother, just let me go to your company to be a grassroots employee. I don't have any ambitions. Give me After paying the insurance provident fund, you will be paid a few thousand yuan a month to work until you grow old.”

Fang Yi glanced at Yan Qinsheng pretending to be disgusted, seeing him holding a biscuit box in both hands was inexplicably cute.

Yan Qinsheng's eyes were clear, like a pool of starlight, his face was soft and not as sharp-edged as ordinary boys. Fang Yi felt that when he lowered his head to eat cookies, his cheeks puffed up, just like what he had raised to death before. the little hamster.

He couldn't help but reached out and touched Yan Qinsheng's soft hair: "You are so easy to raise, can you pursue it a little bit?"

Yan Qinsheng smiled: "My pursuit is to live in peace, not owe debts, have my own house, and spend a few thousand yuan a month just to fool around."

Dreams, pursuits, these beautiful and great words are only spoken by rich people. Yan Qinsheng knows that luck is not necessarily inherited, but misfortune is definitely inherited, so children from poor families, whether it is work or starting a business, are more expensive than ordinary people. It was much more difficult, he didn't dare to expect too much, he just didn't pursue it.

"Sit down and I'll give you a lecture."

Fang Yi patted the desk, Yan Qinsheng stuffed half of the biscuit into his mouth and dragged a stool to sit beside him.

The time with Fang Yi was pleasant. After Fang Yi explained all the wrong questions that Yan Qinsheng sorted out, he turned around and asked him: "Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Yan Qinsheng frowned and stared at the exercise book, pointed to a question and said, "I still don't understand this question." He turned to look at Fang Yi, and said with admiration, "How did your head grow? It's so complicated. The formulas can be solved, and I get a headache when I see this kind of problem.”

Yan Qinsheng earnestly praised Fang Yi, which was very useful. Although he was praised countless times since he was a child, he was very happy when he heard Yan Qinsheng praise himself.

He put his arm on Yan Qinsheng's shoulder and pulled him over with his neck in his arms: "Brother's IQ is not comparable to yours, understand?"

Yan Qinsheng smiled: "Come on, just a few compliments on you will make you go to heaven. No matter how smart you are, you have never been the first in your grade, so you are showing off your prestige here."

"That's because I didn't study hard. I'm not like someone who works hard like an old scalper. I work until eleven or twelve o'clock every night, and I'm still at the bottom of the class."

Being hit by someone's words, Yan Qinsheng pouted his mouth aggrievedly and lowered his head to study the topic.

Fang Yi's gaze swept deeply over Yan Qinsheng's delicate side face and pinky ears, and finally stopped on the back of his fair neck. Yan Qinsheng's legs once again appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

Fang Yi withdrew his arm, secretly swallowed, and felt that he was in a daze. Even he himself couldn't figure out how he could be so dreamy about a boy.

Yan Qinsheng turned his head to look at him, his bewildered expression also moved his heart.

"Why do you suddenly have such a serious expression?" Yan Qinsheng asked.

Fang Yi pressed down his hair with a palm and rubbed it fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Because you are stupid!"

Yan Qinsheng raised his hand to protect his head, his hair was messed up, he sucked his small nose aggrievedly, his head was really not enough, he couldn't understand how to explain it, maybe Fang Yi had exhausted his patience, he He didn't dare to bother Fang Yi to explain the topic to himself over and over again.

Fang Yi saw Yan Qinsheng's aggrieved appearance silently struggling with the topic, and suddenly wanted to bully him severely, but he soon realized that his thoughts were dangerous, and shook his head repeatedly to get rid of his terrible thoughts.

"Listen, Brother Calling." Fang Yi leaned into his ear and whispered.

"Ok?"

"Brother, I'll tell you the topic."

Yan Qinsheng didn't even think about it, he blinked his eyelashes, and called out very cutely: "Brother Yi."

Later, Fang Yi often thought that his sanity might have collapsed on that soft "Brother Yi".