Happiness is a comparison.

Whenever Wu Siming felt miserable all day long, he thought about the "Runtu" he met when he returned to the countryside during the winter and summer vacations.

Food and clothing are both problems in school. Some people who fail to get good grades in the middle school entrance examination and give up training at home, drop out of school early and go home to farm, grazle sheep, or use bricks, cement with adults from the same village, or learn excavators, car repairs, and iron rolls.

Their fate is clear at a glance. Boys learn craftsmanship, girls get married as soon as they get older, hoping that they will be the next generation.

Wu Siming and Wu Sifan are the hopes of their parents. They will do everything they can to train them. Even if they don’t get good at the college entrance examination, they will be fine if they repeat the exam or go to the third junior college. In short, their studies must be completed.

In order to receive a good education for the children, Liu Yumei and Wu Qingping left their hometown and struggled for twenty years before they gained a foothold in this city.

What reason do Wu Siming and Wu Sifan have to complain?

Liu Yumei said: "Your generation of young people are in a blessing but not in a blessing."

"I know how blessed we feel, right?"

Wu Sifan looked at the brother.

“One generation has its own troubles, cough,”

Wu Siming choked and then said:

"There are difficulties and helplessness of each generation. Your era lacks material things and is particularly tenacious in spirit. Like my grandparents, the people in the countryside, who are poor and poor, they all live very hard, facing the loess and facing the sky, and being unyielding in the red sun. The current environment is getting more and more poor, and I want to work harder and get rich and famous without working."

"What's the saying now? Society is developing too fast and the spirit cannot keep up," Wu Qingping took a sip of noodle soup and said, "To be honest, the production team's cattle were harder than you before."

Wu Sifan said: "It's not so exaggerating. The cow was driven by you."

"Are you different? I just want to hold a whip in my hand."

Liu Yumei looked at her daughter and said.

"Ahem,"

Wu Siming squirted in one bite. This metaphor for my mother is not very harmful and is too insulting.

Wu Sifan was speechless and had never been whipped. When he was a child, he was hit by a feather duster and a broom handle. It was so sour and refreshing when he hit his butt and palm.

"Eat slowly, you have enough time."

Liu Yumei said to Wu Siming, who was busy pursuing her head.

"I still like to finish breakfast and rest."

Wu Siming looked up at his mother and said.

"I'm going to take the midterm exam soon, and I'll review it well. After the first exam, the teacher looked at me and was also an inspiration for myself," Liu Yumei said, looking at her daughter, "Anyway, don't be careless, don't be proud and complacent."

Wu Sifan sucked a noodle in his mouth, and nodded.

The shredded pork noodle soup made by my mother is very delicious, much more delicious than the restaurant. Wu Siming ate one bowl and another bowl, steamed one, a little coriander and chopped green onion, a little balsamic vinegar and chili, and order kimchi, drink the noodle soup, and the original food. In the words of Tangdu, it is very beautiful.

"Don't play with your phone when you have dinner. Your brother is almost finished with two bowls. You have more than half a bowl of one bowl."

Wu Sifan ate noodles one by one, but Liu Yumei couldn't stand it.

"oh."

Wu Sifan pretended to put his phone back on his phone and looked at his brother's job. The second bowl had just begun, and his mother was really exaggerating.

"You two go back to the countryside every winter and summer vacation. Your perception is far worse than your brother. Your brother is not very good at studying, but he is much simpler than you. He is very self-conscious. You always ask me to urge you. If you don't say harsh words to you for three days, you won't know what your fairy doesn't know what your surname is."

Seeing his daughter's chopsticks picking in the bowl, Liu Yumei couldn't help but want to scold her.

Wu Sifan lowered his head and ate it like a boy, sucking it and expressing dissatisfaction. He pinched Wu Siming's leg with his left hand, letting him eat so quickly, which made her say.

Liu Yumei is lazy now and is thinking about her daughter.

"The door of the building has been repaired. Xiao Ming will not carry the car up when he comes back tonight, just lock the first floor."

Liu Yumei picked up a piece of meat for Wu Siming and said.

Wu Siming nodded. He thought so too. It would be really troublesome to carry it to the night and carry it to the morning.

After Wu Siming finished eating, he went to the sofa to sit for a while. Liu Yumei took out his gloves and let him wear them on a bicycle. After Wu Sifan finished eating, Liu Yumei took out the dishes and cleaned up the dishes. Without affecting her study, Liu Yumei felt that letting her children do some housework within her ability is also learning, learning and survival, and cultivating a sense of family responsibility.

After counting the time and sitting until six:40, Wu Siming set off on time.

Arrive at 6:55.

Time is accurate.

Class is coming soon, but my deskmate is not here yet. Lu Manxi looks at the time and looks outside the door from time to time.

At the door of the classroom, several people were holding Chinese or English books, or chasing and fighting, and they didn't feel cold. In the classroom, there was a circle of boys gathered behind them and discussing the plot of their own novels or passing on the books they had downloaded on Sundays from Bluetooth. It was a great time, so sitting in the last row of people who could learn well all year round is definitely a great deal.

Lu Manxi would sit in the penultimate row, and the noisy sound behind her seemed to have no effect on her.

After Wu Siming went in, he went straight to his seat. Lu Manxi looked up and asked, "What did you eat?"

"Shredded pork noodle soup, what about you?"

Wu Siming sat down and took off his gloves and threw them on the table.

"I also ate noodles, and my dad made the oil splashed noodles."

Lu Manxi picked up a glove and pulled it.

Wu Siming said: "The food your dad cooks is delicious or the food your mom cooks is delicious?"

"Depending on what kind of rice is made, the noodles my dad cooks are delicious, and the dishes my mom cooks are delicious. Where is your family? Can your dad cook?"

Lu Manxi thought about this question.

"By forced."

Wu Siming can only say that when his mother is not at home, he and his sister will not starve to death.

I went to study at night. Today, biology tutoring, biology is the only one that Wu Siming is interested in science courses, followed by chemistry, and has no interest in mathematics or physics at all. Now I am more interested in English than in mathematics and physics.

"In the next mid-term exam, everyone will review it themselves. If you don't know how to ask, tomorrow I will take the experimental class to observe the plant cell structure. We use seaweed and kale. Let's take a closer look at the experimental process."

Biology teacher Kong Fangfang was wandering around the classroom and talking.

"Teacher, do we bring the food ourselves?"

A student asked.

Kong Fangfang said: "What I am preparing is cabbage. Interested students can bring some onions to compare with cabbage. It is best to have purple onions, which are easy to observe."

Lu Manxi turned the textbook to the experimental part of observing plant cell structure and made a simple experimental report.

Wu Siming's refill is gone, and he is looking for Lu Manxi's stationery bag. Lu Manxi's stationery bag doesn't seem to be big, it's simply a treasure bag, with black, red and blue ballpoint pens, pencils, erasers, pens, pens, refills, a set of rulers, compass, and knifes, everything is comparable to Doraemon's pocket.

Wu Siming found a 0.5 black refill, flipped it over again, and found an inch of Lu Manxi's photo. Lu Manxi in the photo was dazed, cute, and quite cute.

Wu Siming and Rebate took it away without hesitation.

Lu Manxi saw it, but pretended not to see it, but the next second she couldn't help it. She saw Xiao Ming covering the photo in his hand and leaving it to his mouth.

"What are you doing? Give it to me."

Lu Manxi grabbed Wu Siming's arm. She originally wanted Xiao Ming to take it away, but she didn't expect him to do this.
Chapter completed!