Lin Qinghan is very sensitive to other people's emotions. She immediately noticed Lin Yan's fault. She has always found that Lin Yan is particularly concerned about this matter. Even at this moment, the gentle mother who spoils her on weekdays is a little different.

She was afraid that Lin Yan was really anxious to get angry, and immediately explained: "Mom, she is a girl, she is a member of the study committee in my class, and her grades are very good. It is she...she is telling me the topic."

"Really?" Lin Yan knew her daughter's well-behaved and sensible. She never questioned what Lin Qinghan said on weekdays, but when she met her daughter in a relationship, she couldn't control herself.

Lin Qinghan reluctantly handed her the phone and clicked on Qu Mo Zang's profile picture: "Mom, look, it's really a girl. Mom, I... I said, they don't like me, and even dislike me, I... I can't possibly Puppy."

Lin Qinghan's expression changed from flustered to calm, but the gleam of light in her beautiful eyes had dimmed. No matter how soberly she realized this fact, she couldn't calmly accept it. She wanted friends. However, she always felt that standing with others, she was like a bunny, she didn't know how to express and communicate, and she didn't dare to say what was in her heart.

Lin Yan's anxious heart finally eased when she saw the information, but when she heard Lin Qinghan's words, her heart was jerked again, and she took a deep breath and her eyes were full of regret. Again, she knew what her child was like, but was jealous like a madman, and finally made her feel sad.

"Han'er, you... don't say that. It's good that they can't see you. My Han'er is sensible, good-looking, and so good-looking. They don't understand. When you grow up, you will definitely feel distressed when you graduate. Your person." Although Lin Yan has a strange obsession with children's early love, but Lin Qinghan hurts to the bone.

She did not know how many times she ran for Lin Qinghan being bullied, but the school was always perfunctory. Lin Qinghan went to school and part of the tuition fee was waived. She didn't dare to tear her face, and was even humiliated by the other parent because of this, so that in the end Lin Qinghan was bullied no matter what. How miserable he will hide and endure silently.

The more Lin Yan thought about it, the more he blamed himself, holding her daughter in her arms and choked sobbing: "It's my mother that I'm sorry. Mom is useless. You can't make much money and you always want you to take care of me. You can't help you when you are bullied, and can't protect you. "

Lin Qinghan was most afraid of Lin Yan crying, and hurriedly raised his head to wipe Lin Yan's tears: "No, I'm pretty good like this, really."

The eyes of the mother and daughter were red when they hugged each other until a slight vibration rang and Lin Qinghan's mobile phone lit up.

Qu Mozhen: Do you understand everything?

Lin Yan glanced at it, let go of Lin Qinghan and looked at the full chat history, and said with emotion: "This kid is so caring. Han'er finally has a good friend. You...you talk, mom will cook for you. "

"Mom, you rest, I'll come."

Lin Yan stuffed the phone into her hand: "You go back to the house and leave others rude, I'll be fine."

Knowing that the other party was a girl, Lin Yan felt relieved, and then he was happy. My daughter finally has friends, so she must get along well with others, especially considering that Lin Qinghan is so happy, she sincerely hopes that they will always be good so that her daughter will not be so sad at school.

Lin Qinghan watched Lin Yan enter the kitchen and picked up the phone to give Qu Mozhang a message back: "Understood, thank you."

Seeing the news, Qu Mozhan leaned slightly on the back of his chair, his white fingers twisted the pen gently.

"You're tired, it's time to eat, it's hard for you."

Although there is no emotion in the words, can Qu Mozhen make up for her solemn and eager look, face? It shouldn't be red even across the screen, right? Thinking of Lin Qinghan, whose aura was overwhelming her when they met in the coffee shop, the corners of her mouth pursed again.

Qu Mozhen: It's ready to eat, do you want to cook?

Qu Mozhan frowned slightly as he watched the news. If you heard it right today, Lin Qinghan's mother was sick? She lowered her head and thought about it. Lin Qinghan was taken home by Kong Yixiang around the age of sixteen, but Mother Lin seemed to have passed away at that time, so she hated the Kong family so much at that time and did not hesitate to fight Kong Yixiang to intercept him and buy Qiansheng.

She sighed slightly, she had paid too much attention to Lin Qinghan, and she could only sigh this kind of thing. After all, she couldn't directly intervene, nor could she intervene in this kind of thing.

Lin Qinghan: I'll do it right away, you go to eat.

Probably because she felt too blunt, she added another expression: [smile]

It just seems to be used to using this, and it is still that mockery. She hurriedly reissued two more.

Qu Moqi chuckled out loud, then clicked cutely and sent it over.

Qu Mozhen: Be good, let's cook. Remember to get up early tomorrow and don't be late.

Lin Qinghan hurriedly returned to her. In the evening, after washing up, Lin Qinghan packed up the things for class. Seeing all the homework that had been done, she had a sense of relief in her eyes. I was about to close my schoolbag, thought for a while, looked up at the old alarm clock, took out some shabby tutoring homework, sat down quietly and started to do it. The originally boring math problems now looked like magic in her eyes. Even though there were still many things she couldn't, her heart was very calm.

At half past ten, she glanced at Lin Yan, who was already asleep, and then turned off the light and crawled into the bed gently. A faint light was emitted from the bed in the night. Lin Qinghan looked at the two words in the dialog box and hesitated for a long time staring at the still-lit portrait on it, before finally pressing the button. After the two simple good nights were deleted by her, she turned off the phone, and then whispered: "Good night."

This almost silent good night disappeared in the silent night, but it brought a humble girl full of gratitude.

Lin Yan was able to fall asleep peacefully at night and would no longer be awake. Seeing that the household supplies at home began to run out, she couldn't continue to rest.

The school has early reading. Lin Qinghan has to get up early and prepare lunch meals. Although the canteen was already very economical in the beginning, it is still a big expense for Lin Qinghan's family, so she basically brings her own meals.

The food is simple and pitiful, a bowl of rice with some dried plums, a piece of homemade fermented bean curd, and some tempeh. Lin Yan grew up in a rural area, and these snacks from his own home are very good, so they seem crude and taste very good. But for a girl who was growing up, it was not a good thing after all, but Lin Yan had no choice but to add vegetables to Lin Qinghan several times, but Lin Qinghan secretly took it out.

Lin Qinghan didn't feel how bad she was. In her opinion, saving money for Lin Yan to get treatment was more important than anything else.

After bidding farewell to Lin Yan, she told her not to go out to work. Lin Qinghan went out quickly. Her home is not far from the school but not too close. It takes more than ten minutes to ride a bicycle. Her home does not have a bicycle and walks for nearly half an hour.

Coming out of the alley, thinking about the time she went out, she couldn't help but speed up. Just about to turn around the intersection, she heard the familiar ringtone. Lin Qinghan was taken aback, and raised his head in disbelief. Under the street lights at the intersection, a bicycle was parked there. Qu Mozhen, wearing a blue and white school uniform, looked at her with his bicycle.

She blinked, and saw She Jiayi and Chen Yao behind her again, her eyes flinched again, and she tightened her schoolbag strap and felt a little at a loss.

Qu Mozang naturally saw the change in her expression tightly, and glanced at the friend behind him. She Jiayi stuck out her tongue and waved to Lin Qinghan: "Good morning, Lin...Student Lin." After speaking, she smiled embarrassedly, and suddenly forgot Lin Qinghan's name.

Chen Yao was not so enthusiastic, but she also nodded and chuckled lightly.

Qu Mozang knew Lin Qinghan, so she didn't plan to let She Jiayi and Chen Yao directly contact Lin Qinghan. It's just that today is a bit late. She Jiayi knows that she sends Lin Qinghan home every day, so she mentioned that Lin Qinghan always reads early in the morning and arrives late, so it is better to wait and take her to school too.

Of course Qu Mozang knew that She Jiayi was curious, but what she said was true. She thought about it and waited for a while, and it turned out that the little girl hadn't left yet.

Seeing that she was about to shrink up again, Qu Mozhan tilted her head: "I'm almost late, I won't come up yet."

It was less than seven o'clock at the moment, the sky was pale, and the tall buildings in Yancheng had already begun to wake up at this moment. Lin Qinghan's ears were reddish, and she lowered her head and sat cautiously on the back seat, watching her sit firmly before stepping into the car.

When someone else was there, Lin Qinghan had nowhere to put her hands. After looking for a long time, she grabbed the edge of the back seat, and when the car slid out, she shook her body tightly. Fortunately, after taking her for a few days, Qu Mozhen has become very proficient. He stabilized the handle of the car and said softly, "Hold her tightly."

Lin Qinghan hesitated, and in the end he still frankly encircled her waist.

The three followed all the way to the school. She Jiayi looked at them from time to time, with interest in her eyes. To be honest, she really didn't expect that the quieter and quieter Qu Mozhang would be so considerate, and even let Lin Qinghan hug her waist. You should know that there were several times when her car was out of breath, and Qu Mozhen was asked to lead her, but Qu Mozhen didn't let her hug her.

Riding a car is much faster than walking, and it's only halfway through four people entering the classroom.

Seeing Lin Qinghan and the three of them came in, some students in the class were still a little surprised, Qu Mozang just pretended not to see it, and sat down indifferently.

The head teacher Wang Weixing came to check the post. There were a few playful boys in the last few rows of the class who were not reading the texts, but took the Chinese textbooks and transferred them to the competition. Attracting some students nearby, Wang Weixing frowned and shouted, "What are you doing!"

The drink directly scared a few people and smashed their books on the table, and the sound of reading in the class fell silent. The head teacher looked very angry. He walked over and threw the boy's book at the end of the back door suddenly, and yelled at his students: "If you don't want to study, hurry up, don't make rat shit, if it breaks my pot of good porridge! "

The book flew quickly, just passing by Lin Qinghan who was sitting at the back door. She was taken aback. She closed her eyes and quickly blocked her in front of her. In her low breath, the book made a muffled noise, and then "pop Smashed to the ground.

The atmosphere in the class was extremely suppressed, and the entire classroom was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard. So this gasp sound was obvious, and the head teacher and classmates suddenly looked at Lin Qinghan.

Wang Weixing's face was gloomy, he saw that the embarrassment in Lin Qinghan's eyes flashed by, then turned his head and continued to coldly angrily said: "Get out of me and endorse! Others continue to read."

A farce was revealed, and the sparse reading sounded and gradually merged into one. Qu Mozhen frowned slightly while looking at Lin Qinghan, who lowered his head and drew his hands under the table, his lips pursed pale. A few students next to each other whispered, laughing while talking: "Then anyone is unlucky enough, then it will hit her at once, and it hurts when you look at it. Haha, this is called...what fish?"

"I'm in trouble for Chiyu! Alas, you think she is suffocated enough, and she can only be muffled when she hits it. It's too miserable." Although she seemed sympathetic, she was full of gloat.

She Jiayi raised her eyebrows when she heard it. Although she didn't come into contact with Lin Qinghan before, and didn't care much about how her classmates treated Lin Qinghan, but now that she is a little familiar, Qu Mozhen also cares about her, and she is instantly angry. Turned around and said coldly: "Don't endorse well, just talk about it."

A few boys suddenly closed their mouths, and wanted to speak with some dissatisfaction, but Qu Mozang glanced indifferently, and suddenly did not dare to talk, and finally hesitated to endorse.

After the morning reading, Qu Mozang walked straight to Lin Qinghan and whispered: "Have you hit your hand?"

Lin Qinghan shrank his hands and shook his head: "No... I didn't hit it."

Qu Mozhang's heart was a little angry, and after taking a breath, he calmly said, "Extend your right hand."

Lin Qinghan lowered his head and said nothing, Qu Mozhan stood quietly in front of her without saying a word.

After a long time, those thin hands slowly stretched out, curling their fingers.

Qu Mozhan held her hand, icy cold, tightened her hand slightly, then turned the back of her hand over, and his face suddenly became darker.

Lin Qinghan has no meat on her hands, her finger bones are distinct, her skin is very white, but she is unhealthyly pale, and looks a little malnourished. At this moment, the back of her hand was green, some purple in the middle and bleeding. It seems that the corner of the book hit it and scratched the skin.

A book thrown out by an adult man in a rage, the corner of the book hits his hand and you can imagine how painful it is. Qu Mozhan took a deep breath, took her wrist and walked straight out.

The author has something to say: This is a real incident, a conflation of two things when I was in school. It was me who was flew into the book. Of course I was really innocent. I can’t remember how I was harmed, but it didn’t hit me. . Another time, a pen flew out and pierced my deskmate. The teacher just looked at it and didn’t know that she was pierced, so she didn’t say anything.

Turning books and pens is a hobby in school, and many boys have been taught.

Alas, little bitter gourd is still very pitiful.

(In addition, explain the chat. It stands to reason that Lin Qinghan can't use the data. I haven't opened the Internet in those years, just for the convenience of the plot, otherwise the mobile phone will be an extra burden.)

She Jiayi: Hey, let your little daughter-in-law hold your waist

Qu Mozhen: The head of a man, the waist of a woman, of course have to be hugged by the daughter-in-law