When the bell rang at noon, everyone rushed to the canteen. Because I was still in a bad mood, I stayed in the house and chewed bread. There were also several students with meals in the classroom.
Sometimes I have to admire the speed at which these students eat. 15 minutes later, the first team came back, and Feng Fei was the loudest in the class.
Before Feng Fei entered the class, he heard his loud voice: "Poor thing, your father's' warm lunch' is here!"
Poor boy, his real name is Li Xiaoping. To say that this name is really unique, or a little rustic, I'm afraid it is even more rustic than the name: a pair of old black sneakers, the shirt is washed white, but the coat is the school uniform that everyone wears. When he goes to school like this, his polished schoolbag is still very fun-no wonder he got the nickname "poor thing".
In this era, academic performance is no longer a necessary condition for getting into a good school. As long as you have money, even if your grades are not excellent and your talents are not outstanding, you can still sit in a well-lit classroom with brand-new tables and chairs. And most of the children who can enter good schools are children with fairly good family conditions. It is not an exaggeration to say that "there are no poor students in a good school".
In such an environment, it is rare for poor families whose fathers are laid off and whose mothers are engaged in individual small businesses. Although I don't like the untidy appearance of the poor, I know very well that such a child can sit in the best Zhongtian high school in Tao Jin like me, and he must have unparalleled academic achievements.
Hearing Feng Fei's voice, Xiaopin reluctantly stood up and walked outside the classroom. I sat in the last row, and through the door, I could clearly see my poor father-an old face, deep wrinkles and strands of white hair on his head, and a big thermos flask in his thick big hand-which was a typical image of a worker.
As soon as the poor father saw his son, regardless of the cold all the way, he quickly said, "Come and eat while it is hot!" " "
The poor man took the pot, his face was expressionless, and he didn't say a word of thanks. He turned and walked back to the classroom. The north wind roared outside, and autumn leaves rolled up all over the sky from time to time.
When the poor returned to the classroom, the students laughed more.
"Be optimistic about the' warm' lunch!"
"That is, Chinese cabbage soup, haha."
The poor guy was silent, sitting in the corner eating alone.
For me, the cost of a month's lunch is not a problem, but for a family like Xiaopin, it is conceivable that eating a month's meal in an advanced school like ours is also a big burden. Originally, I was in a bad mood because I just fell in love, and I didn't want to ask more about others, but I really couldn't stand being teased by the poor.
I stood up silently, walked beside the poor man, and then sat down in the seat opposite him in his suspicious eyes. White hot air comes out of the big thermos. "It's so warm," I said sincerely.
"Come on, you're here to make fun of me, too." The poor guy lowered his head and muttered, "I called him 12: 05, but he just wouldn't listen, either early or late ..."
"Well, actually, I really envy you." I ignored the poor man's words, looked out of the window and said in a voice that only the two of us could hear.
"At least you have mom and dad, so cold windy day can someone send you meals. But what about me ... "I gave two quick smiles. "My parents died when I was three years old. I don't even remember what my parents looked like except for a photo."
By the time I finished, tears were already swirling in my eyes. I really don't know what to do when I see this. Soon, he seemed to suddenly understand, saying to himself, I really don't know when I was lucky, and then began to "wolf down" and looked up at me stupidly.
I looked at his simple and honest smile and smiled myself.