blood pot

(One)

After Zhang Xiaoyu woke up, she lay on the dilapidated wooden bed with her eyes open for over an hour.

He spent more than an hour recalling many things, including when his father lost his wife and children when he was young, his mother used her sick body to pick up junk to earn money, he was precocious and sensible to take over the housework, and the shock on the doctor's face when he sold blood for the first time , and Yan Xu who appeared next to him not long after.

He thought of the food that Yan Xu bought for himself from time to time. At that time, he only thought that the rich young master had no place to spend money. Now that he thinks about it, besides what he loves, most of the ingredients are blood-enriching. Young master Yan treats himself as a living body. blood tanks for cultivation.

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing wryly. Some people in this world live like Mount Tai, making people shudder when they move casually, while others live like feathers, drifting in the wind and being stepped on by others from time to time. soles of feet.After all, I am a country boy from a poor family in the countryside, even if I put on luxurious clothes, I can't hide the poverty in my bones.But...but...

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help crying.

But this mobile blood tank, which was dressed in a luxurious coat, was not qualified to be compared with the Yan family's favorite.If it wasn't for my rare blood, I'm afraid I haven't even seen what a university looks like, let alone let the eldest son of the Yan family, Wen Wen, plot against him all the way.Zhang Xiaoyu touched his intact lower abdomen, wondering if he, who died on the operating table in his previous life, was properly buried.Or a mess of exposed corpses in the wilderness, or a cremation and shattered into powder.

Just because there was no anesthetic, and because the second daughter of the Yan family was seriously ill, she tied herself to the operating table and dug out a kidney alive.I watched a part of my body get farther and farther away, until it was delivered to the young master of the Yan family, and left without looking back...

It's really hard for him to pretend to be gentle and considerate for more than four years...

Zhang Xiaoyu lay on the bed weeping and sad for more than an hour, until she heard intermittent coughing from the back room, she hurriedly put on old but clean clothes.Zhang's mother dragged a stack of paper shells and walked towards the outside with a bent body. As soon as Zhang Xiaoyu came out, her eyes were red: "Mom..."

Zhang's mother looked up and saw her son's face was red with grievance, she quickly put down the paper case and asked, "What's the matter, is the school charging again? Don't worry, we will have money if Mom sells the paper case, be good." Zhang Xiaoyu rushed over directly, hugged her mother fiercely, and cried bitterly.

After the tears were collected, another half an hour passed.Zhang Xiaoyu wiped away her tears, with a look of embarrassment on her face, Zhang's mother stroked her baby's head: "Xiao Yu, be good, don't cry, you are almost sixteen, and you still look like a child." Zhang Xiaoyu Xiaoyu nodded, "It's okay, Mom, let me help you."

Zhang's mother refused repeatedly, but Zhang Xiaoyu was very persistent. Zhang's mother had no choice but to set up one end of the heavy paper shell, and said: "It's fine to put it on the pile of paper shells outside. It's hard for you to have Saturdays and Sundays off. Rest more, don't be too tired." .” Zhang Xiaoyu responded and put the paper shell away for her mother.Mother Zhang coughed and walked towards Guowanqi, "You are hungry, mom will cook now."

Zhang Xiaoyu's family rents in the east of the city, which is known as a "slum". There are two downstairs rooms in the double-storey building. One is rented by Zhang's mother to store sundries, and the other is a house that combines a kitchen and a bedroom.Ever since an unconscionable man abandoned his wife and son and ran away, Ms. Zhang has made a living by picking up garbage and dragging her children to adulthood.The precocious Zhang Xiaoyu remembers that when she was four or five years old, her mother stared at the scissors and beams from time to time. It was only when she was older that Zhang Xiaoyu understood her mother's inner struggle at that time.If there is something wrong with her mind, it is estimated that Zhang Xiaoyu has already become an orphan whose mother and father are unknown.

Sitting in front of the dilapidated wooden bed, Zhang Xiaoyu slowly stroked all the familiar objects.In the previous life, under Yan Xu's serial design, I left the rented house early and moved into the "second-hand house" that my mother bought at a low price.At that time, Zhang Xiaoyu still deeply felt that she was a Luckydog loved by the goddess of luck, but she didn't know that the "second-hand housing" was "sent" to her mother after going through several procedures.

The single desk in front of the bed has been used by him since elementary school. Conan Jun, a boy with glasses in a big blue suit and shorts, is stepping on a football with his right foot and pointing his left index finger at himself, as if saying his classic lines: "There is only one truth! In the upper left corner, it can be vaguely seen that after I won the first prize in the calligraphy competition in the fifth grade, I wrote the word "Xiao Yu" when I got up.On the desk were the Chinese and English textbooks for the second volume of the third grade of junior high school. Zhang Xiaoyu flipped through them casually, looking at the handwriting on the iron painting with silver hooks, still showing the childishness of childhood.

Zhang Xiaoyu closed her eyes: It turned out that it was back to the time when she was about to enter the first year of the third year of junior high school.

After opening her eyes, Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes were filled with determination, I will never let myself go back to the same mistakes in my life again!I must let my mother live a good life! ! !

Opening the textbook, Zhang Xiaoyu was immersed in the ocean of learning. "...Many changes have taken place in our society, As for..." After reading English for a while, Zhang Xiaoyu felt for the first time that the foreigner's bird language could finally be successfully used and understood by her ignorant mind.Zhang Xiaoyu, who had greatly increased her confidence, turned to mathematics. The situation where the three pillars (Chinese, mathematics, and foreign languages) were lame in English was changed by the reborn plug-in.

After Zhang Xiaoyu finished reading the chapters on positive and negative proportional functions, Zhang's mother walked into the room with breakfast: "Xiaoyu, wash your hands and eat. Grandma Zhang at the market gave us half a head of crucian carp yesterday, and my mother stewed the fish in the morning. Come quickly." Taste it."

Because of her special family background, Zhang Xiaoyu has developed a good habit of never being picky about food.After Zhang Xiaoyu washed up, she took the only porcelain spoon at home and tasted it, "Well, it's delicious! Huh? Mom, did you let the wine go?" Zhang's mother nodded, "It was given by Lao Li upstairs, and our family didn't When people drink, Mom just stew fish to get rid of the smell. Hurry up and eat, fish head soup nourishes the brain."

Zhang Xiaoyu stuffed the chopsticks into her mother's hand: "Mom, I don't like fish heads!"

Zhang's mother's eyes were slightly wet. He raised her son with his own hands. How could she not know about the dietary taboos? What the son said was to let her eat and make up together.Zhang's mother let out an "ah" and ate the fish head.

The author has something to say:

A novice Xiaobai, please forgive me. . .