(mtl) my hair can dream

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    "Mom, you're back, I'll cook right away." Zhou Xiao opened the door, stepped out of the boredom, tried to smile, but forgot that her eyes were red, how could she hide from Mother Tuesday.

    Mother Tuesday looked at her daughter distressedly, reached out and touched her head lightly, and gestured a few times: I'll cook, you take a break.

    Zhou Xiao was not willing, she looked at the hair on her mother's head as short as her ears, and an unspeakable grief appeared in her heart. This grief overwhelmed the sadness of losing her hair. She walked over, held her mother's arm, and said coquettishly, "Mom, I'm not sad at all, my hair will grow back after I cut it, and it's not a rare thing, so don't be sad.

    " Which little girl would be willing to go out and be ridiculed and ridiculed by people with such hair that is shorter than a man's. Thinking of this, a deep sense of guilt rose in Mother Tuesday's eyes, because she was incompetent, so she had to let her daughter sell her hair to make up for this semester's books.

    When Zhou Xiao saw her mother's appearance, she understood that she began to blame herself again, and she felt very uncomfortable.

    She hurriedly took her mother's hand to divert Mother Tuesday's attention: "Mom, I'm hungry. Shall we eat the bamboo shoots you dug yesterday at noon? I'll set the fire, and you'll cook."

    "What to eat? A girl, Jing is eating free food at home, your hair is sold, where is the money?" A hoarse voice suddenly interrupted the mother and daughter to silence.

    Tuesday Niang patted Zhou Xiao's back lightly, pulled her behind her, then turned around to face Zhou Daqiang, and gestured in the air.

    Zhou Daqiang is short in stature, dark in skin, and dark in squinting eyes. He looks gloomy and irritable. Seeing Zhou Niang's non-stop gestures, he didn't even bother to watch it, so he waved his hand irritably, interrupting Zhou Niang's explanation: "You prodigal girl, a girl, what books to read, waste, money, give it to me. "

    Tuesday Niang had a blank face and stood there motionless.

    Zhou Daqiang was very impatient, so he directly rummaged into the pocket of Mother Tuesday, but he rummaged through it. Her clothes pocket was empty, not a single one.

    "Stinky girls, where's the money, where did you hide it?" Zhou Daqiang became more irritable when he couldn't find the money, and pushed Zhou Niang hard. If Zhou Xiao didn't react quickly and supported her, Zhou Daqiang would definitely follow the wall. Come for an intimate encounter.

    Even so, the mother and daughter stumbled and hit the wall, one can imagine how strong he was.

    Zhou Xiao touched her aching back, her lowered eyes flashed with hatred, she took a deep breath, and replied instead of her mother, "The money has been handed over to Teacher Yan."

    Teacher Yan is Zhou Xiao The head teacher of my class, I feel very distressed for this poor child who is both excellent in character and study. Last year, Zhou Daqiang wanted her to drop out of school, but Teacher Yan went to her house to persuade her and paid her the textbook fees and miscellaneous fees for that semester before she could return to school. Dropped out of school early.