C16 Decadal Dactyly(5)

For some reason, they started an all-school singing competition. Each class would choose their own song to practice for a few days, and on the designated day, they would move their chairs around, gather together in front of the platform, and sing.

It was after this competition that she managed to get a radio from her senior brother. However, before she could get cocky about it, the homeroom teacher had searched her during her PE class!

It seemed like a light rain had fallen during the singing competition. The teachers thought that the rain wasn't good, so they suggested to the principal and the directors that they should cancel the competition. They had finally gotten the chance to play, and had been preparing for more than a week. How could they give up and insist on continuing the competition? She had forgotten what they were singing. All she knew was that she had gotten a prize in the end.

She looked up at the blackboard. It wasn't two medals, and she couldn't read the words even if she squinted.

Smoke pulled her heavy glass glasses from behind the table. Oh, man, here's her first pair, ten bucks, for the health service next door to the school. It had a lot of weight. But since there are few people wearing glasses, Willow Belt Smoke does not like to wear it unless necessary.

She rubbed her eyes and sighed. Four hundred degrees, that was the height of her first glasses. No wonder she wore them up to 800 degrees. After she entered high school, she had heard that there was a shop in Mingguang City that could correct vision. As long as it went down 500 times, it could slowly correct vision. It was just like burning money.

Back then, she had wanted to correct him, but she was poor and had no money. If she told her parents, she would definitely scold them a few times. Seeing that almost a third of her high school classmates wore glasses, she didn't take it to heart.

Willowbelt smoke wearing heavy glasses, hands holding it, carefully looked at the medal, my mother, oh, so clear! She had seen the words written in soft pen, each one with a cross. She only had to put it on for a moment before she quickly took it off.

Liu Zaiyan rubbed her forehead to ease her dizziness. He was puzzled. What was going on? Her glasses were something that should have been given to her in the seventh grade. Why was it like this for a year? She was still dizzy from wearing them. Could it be that her eyes had recovered? It shouldn't be, because she was still very vague when she looked at the medal.

Liujiu curled his lips and put his glasses away. He was sweating when he heard the bell ringing. She was still in a daze after having been busy giving out a lesson. Liu Jiayan looked at her brother sitting in the second row with his back bent and drawing on a book. He was at the same table as Yang Yang, and Little White was talking. With a slight frown, Liu Yan sighed as he thought about how he would be like her, a person who would face difficulties in getting married.

Perhaps, there was something she could do, perhaps, that could change the situation. After all, out of so many siblings, the best thing for her was to bring gold.

When she thought of Jin's unhesitating support and defense, her heart warmed and she almost cried. This was her little brother, what an obedient little brother!

Smoke buried his face in the crook of his arm to hide his mixed emotions.

She didn't know much in the early years, and she also felt inferior, so she really didn't like it. Someone was comparing her with Zhao Jiu and Jin Jiu. They occupied a reasonable, intellectual, and pampered parents, and what about her?

Mom and Dad faced the sky, sweating vulgarly, never understanding her mood, only scolding and abusing her. For this reason, Liu Zaiyan was very silent. More than once, she resented the injustice of the heavens and the fact that she was not the child of her uncle or aunt. Why couldn't her parents just scold her a little less? They were all girls. Why did Liu Xuan, Liu Miao, and the others get an adult's love? She could buy anything for a dime and her parents could pray for her for half a day. Whenever her brother asked for money, her mother would give it to him without even asking.

Liu Zaiyan smiled bitterly. Even when she was twenty-four and understood, she was bitter and embarrassed.

The child she was always ignored. She was not as generous as she appeared, as if nothing had happened. She was so jealous that she was on the verge of going insane, but she had no choice but to endure it.

Why? Mom and Dad can be forgiving to anyone, good face, just can't be gentle to her!

Had he been too silent and used the wrong way to love them? Perhaps … Liu Zaiyan frowned thoughtfully. Perhaps she should say it out loud.

She was thinking about the past. Her mother was praising Liu Miao's sweet mouth in the afternoon, and the Liu Peng next door would say something about what Liu Yan had bought for her mother … Heh. Perhaps, she was really too stubborn.

She had always believed that what was said was better than what was done. Thus, when her mother praised others, she would impatiently go back to the top. That was nothing.

In private, she stubbornly saved money for her parents. Since they didn't want it, she gave them a special card to save it, so that they could type in 500 yuan a month. By the time she had shrunk, she had been saving for two years and seven months, based on her graduation year. Although it wasn't much, with the ten thousand they had received from the first year of annulling the marriage, it was already not a small amount. Compared to the fact that Liu Yan and the rest only bought their parents things once or twice a year, this was her big gift.

Why was she so stubborn?

If they listened to Tingting and Sisi's advice and threw them a big gift pack in time for their parents' birthday or New Year's Day, how happy would they be? How much face would they have if they said so! To be a parent and have children for the rest of one's life, wasn't it all for the glory and glory of an adult? She was too stubborn to show off.

But now, with so much money saved up for free, who knew which black-hearted goods would be taken advantage of?

Fourteen. Liu Jiayan murmured his age. Ah, 14 years old. It seems like a lot of things are going to happen this year. He didn't know if it was luck or misfortune that brought her back to this year.

It only took Liu Zaiyan twenty minutes to finish writing his essay. Her tablemate couldn't help but take a few more glances at Liu Zaiyan when he saw her large, neat writing.

An entire afternoon passed in peace. No one noticed anything wrong with Liu Yan's smoking. It was also her fault for being quiet all the time. Other than going in and out with Xiang Sirou, she would always silently read and memorize her writing homework. Even if she was too quiet today, not saying a word or not, the close friends didn't feel anything was wrong, they felt that she was sick as usual.

The four afternoon classes were over. After ten minutes or so of dinner, he began his evening self-study. The latter self study half an hour was also divided up according to class by the teachers of the three main English language classes. The first five minutes were for the whole school. There were no more than three lines a day. There was no room for delay in this homework. He had to hand it over to the team leader on time.

When Liu Zaiyan saw the written invitation, she smiled. Her written invitation was from Pang Zhonghua, not bought. It was a prize obtained at the end of the seventh grade.

Well, Smokey Willow stroked her tight hair, I remember now. She seemed to have scored her best final ever in college, fourth in her grade, and missed the top prize and won first prize. The prize was a letter and a large red flower.

The big red flower of the first prize is not as big as the big one. Her parents didn't react much when the medal was brought home. This was because she had already received eight prizes this year. It was no longer something that was rare to see.

Things were always the first to make sense.

Her parents did not look at her medal, but they were happy with her big red flower. He didn't know if it was different or if it was hanging on the wall. It wasn't very conspicuous in the inner room, so it would be best if he put it in the living room as a door. It was high and invisible, but it kept her father busy.