Back to 70s: To build a career, don’t be a grudge but a group favorite

Several people looked at Han Qiyue who suddenly started writing and drawing with paper and pen, and couldn't help but sigh that it was the result of countless efforts to become a top student.

No one can achieve success without hard work.

"Yuanyuan, have we wasted too much time in the past few years?" Ma Anmei suddenly felt that she was a little sorry for her three years of college life.

In recent years, although the people in their dormitory studied more seriously than others, it must be said that compared with Han Qiyue, they lived a more leisurely and comfortable life.

Why didn’t they think they weren’t working hard enough before, but only now do they realize they really weren’t working hard enough?

"It's not too late. We should start studying hard from tomorrow. Aren't there still several months before we graduate?" Hu Yuanyuan was very generous and did not regret anything that had already happened.

Ma Anmei nodded: "You are right, we still have a long life ahead of us, we just need to work hard enough in the future."

Ma Anmei and the others had no idea that this was what was meant by "reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles."

It only took them two days to see their shortcomings.

I only knew that Han Qiyue was excellent before, but I didn’t know that Han Qiyue was so excellent.

She lives a very regular life and makes full use of her time.

This trip was a vivid lesson for the girls.

For many years to come, they will remember how this trip made them feel.

At night, people were still arranged to keep watch. After all, although the police had taken action and arrested the thieves, who knew whether there would be thieves getting on the bus during the subsequent journey?

Fortunately, the night passed peacefully.

By daybreak, they had been in the car for more than thirty hours.

Not only the children couldn't stand the pain of the long journey, but they themselves couldn't bear it either.

Not to mention anything else, just from sleeping sitting down for two consecutive nights, my neck is almost stiff.

It is difficult for people who have not experienced this kind of pain to understand.

It took several people massaging each other's shoulders to slightly ease the stiffness.

At this point, several students had a deeper understanding of the difficulties faced by Xin Guangyi and others.

They had felt the danger before, and this time they felt the hardship.

It turns out that Xin Guangyi and others not only have to endure the contempt of the world, but also have to suffer so much in order to make money.

Compared to people like Xin Guangyi, their lives are really too good.

After their souls were baptized, several people became more serious and hardworking in their life and work.

Today's breakfast includes pancakes, peach cakes and biscuits. Han Qiyue also took out cucumbers and tomatoes, and prepared malted milk.

Although it was the third day on the bus, the breakfast was still quite rich.

After the malted milk was added, the rich aroma filled the carriage, attracting many people.

In this age when sugary drinks are a rare commodity, you can imagine how rare malted milk is.

Some children who couldn't resist the temptation began to cry.

Han Qiyue looked over and saw a couple with two children.

The older one is a son and the younger one is a daughter.

The couple held their son and fed him biscuits, but the boy kept crying and demanded malted milk.

He is only seven or eight years old, but he looks like a naughty child.

I cried on the train and was disliked by others but I didn't realize it.

But this has nothing to do with Han Qiyue. At most it will be a little noisy, but it is not unbearable.

Most people of this generation will not get angry because of the noise on the train, but this is not absolute.

Most people can accept the noise of two or three-year-old children, but when a grown-up child of seven or eight years old is still clamoring for food and drink from others, many people express dissatisfaction.

Han Qiyue turned her gaze to the little girl beside her.

The little girl, who looked no more than three or four years old, licked her dry lips and stood beside her parents, staring at the biscuits in her brother's hand.

At this moment, the woman slapped the little girl to the ground.

"What are you looking at, you loser? Can't you see your brother is crying?"

The little girl was knocked to the ground, but she didn't dare cry out loud. She just got up silently.

Han Qiyue: "..."

What does the crying of a naughty child have to do with younger children?

Then, she heard something even more shocking.

"Go, get something to drink for your brother." The woman scolded with a cold face.

Han Qiyue saw that the direction her daughter was pointing was exactly in her direction.

The little girl also looked over here, but didn't dare to speak or move.

The woman got angry again and pushed the girl.

"Why don't you go over there quickly? What are you looking at? If you can't get it, don't come back!"

These words were spoken loudly, and it was obvious that they were meant for Han Qiyue and her group to hear.

The people around were attracted by the woman's words. They looked at Han Qiyue and others, as if they wanted to know what Han Qiyue and others would do.

"What does this mean?" Hu Yuanyuan asked with a frown.

She had never seen anyone like this before.

Han Qiyue said: "It's moral kidnapping, using children to gain sympathy and achieve their goals."

Her voice was a little cold, with a strong sense of contempt in her tone.

It was just a little malted milk, and if the woman spoke in a nice way, she might not be reluctant to give it up.

But the way she looked made people feel sick.

Han Qiyue really didn't want to give it.

"If this woman can't get such a young baby, will she beat her?" Hu Yuanyuan asked in a low voice.

Hearing the reluctance in Hu Yuanyuan's tone, Wu Jiefang said, "How about we give them some?"

When saying this, Wu Jiefang actually felt quite awkward. All the things were prepared by Han Qiyue, and it didn't feel good to give them away as soon as she opened her mouth.

Han Qiyue glanced at Wu Jiefang.

She thought that the ones who would be most heartless would be her classmates, but who knew it turned out to be Wu Jiefang.

The little girl on the other side was hesitant and hadn't come over yet.

The woman couldn't wait any longer and slapped him: "Useless thing, you can't even do such a small thing."

After scolding the little girl, the woman began to coax her precious son in her arms: "My baby, don't cry, let your sister get it for you, and when she gets it, she will give it to you!"

When Han Qiyue heard this, she was so angry that she almost laughed. Does this mean that they will give it to the girl?

The little girl was slapped by her mother and she staggered and almost fell down, but she didn't dare to cry, her eyes were just filled with tears.

In the end, the little girl still walked towards Han Qiyue reluctantly.

Wu Jiefang, Hu Yuanyuan and others stared at Han Qiyue. Their meaning was clear: they just wanted to ask Han Qiyue whether she wanted to give it or not.

"No!"

Han Qiyue's voice was loud enough for the woman to hear.

After hearing this, the woman's face became even uglier.

She thought that by sending the dead girl over, she could achieve her goal, but who knew that she was so cold-hearted.

"Mom, I want to drink malted milk. I don't care. I want to drink malted milk!"

The seven or eight-year-old child probably understood the meaning of Han Qiyue's words and realized that he would not be given the gift, so he started crying and making a fuss again.

The woman was so annoyed by her son that she scolded him, "You useless loser. You can't even find some malted milk for your brother. What's the point of keeping you? Some people look well-dressed, but they don't know how to pity the weak. You're such a young child, but you won't even drink some malted milk. You're such a heartless person!"

Han Qiyue originally didn't intend to pay any attention to the woman.

Even if she beat her daughter, she was still her daughter. In Han Qiyue's view, it had nothing to do with her.

But now, the woman made her attitude clear and started scolding Han Qiyue and others, and Han Qiyue could hardly control himself.

The one who couldn't control herself even more was Ma Anmei.

Although her family's conditions were not the best, they did not favor boys over girls. In fact, her daughter was able to go to college because she was a good student.

She really couldn't bear to see how being a daughter was not a human being.

"How can you talk like that? Your son is not my son. If your son wants to drink malted milk, we should give it to him? Why? It's easy to drink it if he wants. He can just take the money and the ticket and buy it. There's plenty of it in the supply and marketing cooperative."

Ma Anmei spoke a lot without giving the woman a chance to react, and then started to speak again.

"We have malted milk, but we bought it with money. Do we give it away for free as if our money came from the wind? If I ask you for the clothes you are wearing, can you give them to me?"

The woman originally only wanted to say a few sarcastic words, but she didn't consider that the young man was shy and would definitely not argue with her.

Who knew that without saying a word, he would open fire on me.

She blushed so much, but still felt aggrieved.

"You are all grown up, and you still fight with children for food. Do you have the nerve to do that?"

"What do we have to be embarrassed about? The child is yours, and you should eat it. What we eat and drink are ours, so what is there to be embarrassed about?" Han Qiyue couldn't help it anymore and stood up and confronted him.

This woman is really a unreasonable person.

What on earth was she thinking? She actually felt that just because her child didn't eat it, others couldn't eat it either?

This kind of people are just spoiled.

I guess she used this to get good food and drink for her son.

"you……"

"I, what's wrong with me? Tell me, everyone, am I wrong?"

Han Qiyue had a cold face and looked around.

The people around listened and couldn't help but nod.

"Yes, the child is your own, why should you rely on others?"

"That's right. Young people go out to eat and drink by themselves, but they still have to take care of others. What's wrong with that?"

"There are a whole trainload of people here, including many little kids. If everyone comes over to ask for a spoon, it won't be enough no matter how many there are."

However, some people felt that it was not a big deal for a child to have a bite of food and advised Han Qiyue.

"Girl, I see you don't need this malted milk, why don't you give her some."

Seeing that the person who spoke was an old lady, Han Qiyue knew that she had no bad intentions and just wanted to calm things down and prevent the two sides from quarreling.

"Ma'am, if she hadn't done all these things and had come to me from the beginning, I would have given it to her. But you can see, she sent such a young child to ask us for it. What did she mean by that?"

The woman's face turned even redder after hearing this. This damn girl actually said that she would give it to her if she asked for it directly.

Humph, she didn't believe it. Even if such a young child asked for it, she would insist on not giving it to him. If she went to ask for it herself, she would definitely be embarrassed.

"Auntie, tell me, isn't this just to make us feel sorry for this child so that we can achieve our goal?"

After hearing what Han Qiyue said, the old lady nodded and said, "I can see that too. She means that."

The old lady was not stupid. She just didn't want everyone to make a fuss on the train, so she asked Han Qiyue to share the food.

However, I didn’t expect Han Qiyue to see things so clearly because she understood the woman’s plan.

So, it’s better not to calculate this matter. It’s best to do things in a practical way.

"Auntie, let me say this, but a child of seven or eight years old is crying and making a fuss to ask for other people's things. How was this child raised? The little girl is a little more sensible."

The woman was not convinced again and said, "Shouldn't a money-loser be sensible?"

"Aren't you a money-loser? Besides, this money-loser isn't your daughter? If she had a choice, do you think she would choose you as her mother?" Hu Yuanyuan couldn't help but retort.

"You are just a little girl, what are you yelling about?"

"Oh, Auntie, you heard me, this kind of person has no idea that they have done anything wrong. Even if I have extra money, I would rather pour it out than give it to her!" Hu Yuanyuan said to the auntie.

The old lady looked at the woman disapprovingly.

In this world, there are many people who favor boys over girls, and girls are born to suffer more.

But, I'm not so biased.

Forget it, she is too lazy to take care of this matter anymore.

Han Qiyue saw what the old lady was thinking and said with a smile, "Auntie, you are kind-hearted. I'll make you a cup of malted milk to moisten your mouth."

While Han Qiyue was speaking, she had already scooped a large spoonful of malted milk from the jar and placed it in the jar in front of the old lady, preparing to get water for her.

The old lady didn't expect that she would get malted milk without doing anything.

She was thinking whether she should give some to the woman opposite, so that her son wouldn't keep crying and making everyone uncomfortable.

The woman was unhappy when she saw that Han Qiyue wanted to give the old lady malted milk and even brought her some water.

The strong aroma of malted milk came over, making her feel even more uncomfortable.

She glared at Han Qiyue fiercely. If looks could kill, Han Qiyue would be full of holes by now.

The old lady smiled and thanked Han Qiyue: "My girl, how can you do this? I am so old, how can I still be greedy for a bite of food."

When the woman heard this, she immediately said, "That's right. How old are you? How can you compete with a child for food? Just right, give me some."

As the woman spoke, she reached out and took the malted milk in front of the old lady.

Hu Yuanyuan was quick to take the teacup of malted milk away.

The old lady obviously didn't expect that the woman would just reach out and grab it.

She did have the idea of ​​giving some to the woman before, but that was something she gave to her, not something she could snatch from her.

"You stupid girl, what do you mean? The things were given to this lady, so they belong to her. What else can you do about it?" The woman stuck her neck out and spoke aggressively to Hu Yuanyuan.