Chapter 1449 The Sorrow of Poverty

Once, he thought that as long as he studied hard, worked hard in the future, everything would get better, everything would be different, but why, why is it like this? Why?

The next day he did not go to class. After staying in the dormitory for a day, he went to his sister's factory in the evening.

When he saw his sister smiling like a flower, Zhang Wen was angry and angry. He stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Qiao's hand, and limped forward.

Zhang Qiao was frightened and shouted anxiously: "Brother, brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you injured? Did you fight with someone?"

"Brother, what happened, tell me, brother"

"Shut up."

These three simple words were shouted out by Zhang Wen, and at the same time, Zhang Qiao was really scared this time. Looking at Zhang Wen's iron-blue face and the dark circles under his eyes that he didn't know how many nights he had stayed up, he was instantly shocked.

Although her brother was dressed in shabby clothes, he was always a person who paid special attention to his image. His clothes were always clean and his face was also clean.

Although he doesn't like to talk, he is a quiet person and a cultured intellectual. This is the first time she has seen her brother in such a mess.

When they walked to a place where no one was around, Zhang Wen put down Zhang Qiao's arm and looked at Zhang Qiao with a sullen look, not blinking.

Zhang Qiao was a little confused and didn't understand what happened to her brother, so she asked hurriedly: "Brother, what happened? Did you fight with someone?"

Seeing that Zhang Wen didn't speak, she hurriedly asked: "Could it be mom, mom..."

Zhang Wen saw Zhang Qiao's panicked face. This person is still the same person, and the sister is still the original sister, but many things are different.

Zhang Wen looked at her quietly for a while, then said in a deep voice: "At this point, do you still want to lie to me? How long do you want to lie to me?"

Zhang Qiao was a little confused by the question, and her heart skipped a beat, but she was sure that her brother would not know, unless

However, she immediately shook her head and pretended to be calm and said: "Brother, what are you talking about? What did I lie to you about? Why don't I understand?"

Zhang Wen shouted angrily: "You are still pretending to me, who are you doing this for? Are you worthy of your parents, and yourself? Ah?"

After shouting these, he said in great pain: "I already know, I know everything, how long do you want to lie to me?"

Zhang Qiao heard the words Standing there, somewhat at a loss, she finally closed her eyes and said in a trembling voice: "Who, who told you, right?"

"Yes."

Before Zhang Qiao finished speaking, Zhang Wen said angrily: "It was classmate Leng Manyi who told me. If she hadn't told me, would you have planned to hide it from me forever? Ah?"

Zhang Qiao was also angry when she heard it. She looked at Zhang Wen and said angrily: "Who told her to be so rude? Who told her to go out and say it? Does she think she is the only good person in the world? Who cares about her overflowing sympathy? Who cares?"

Zhang Qiao's worries finally became a reality. Leng Manyi really told her brother. She actually told her brother.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Wen stepped forward and slapped her in the face. The slap was particularly loud, and then he said with a look of disappointment: "You don't care, do you? You don't care, but everyone in the village does."

"Just a few days ago, she brought a large truck of supplies to the warehouse, solving the problem of food and clothing for more than 100 households and hundreds of people in our village. You don't care? You don't care, but someone does."

"Why, now you blame others for telling me about this, right? If she doesn't consider our family's warm hospitality to her, and doesn't consider our "Why would she tell me this, considering the poverty of our village?"

"How much do they dislike you, why would they care about your mess?"

"I didn't believe it at first, but I went to verify it myself later. You were really there. Tell me, why did you do this? Why? If this matter is known to others, how will you get married in the future? Where will you let your parents put their faces?"

Zhang Qiao was shocked by Zhang Wen's words. She didn't expect that Leng Manyi would really go to help their village. She just thought it was a joke.

When did these rich people tell the truth? They were all fake and deceptive, but they never expected that Leng Manyi would really do it.

Zhang Qiao looked at Zhang Wen blankly. As he finished speaking, Zhang Qiao's expression became colder and colder. At the end, she actually laughed, and her look was full of sarcasm.

The girl in front of her was no longer the sister that Zhang Wen remembered, no longer the well-behaved, sensible and shy sister.

Zhang Qiao looked at Zhang Wen with a cold and sarcastic expression, and said with disdain: "Marry? Face? Tsk---"

"How much money can these be worth? Can they be used as money?"

"You are in college now, and you are a knowledgeable and cultured young man, but what qualifications do you have to criticize me?"

"The expenses you have paid since you were a child are the hard-earned money of our parents, and the help of the villagers. It is me, me, who sacrificed myself to get it, to get it."

"What qualifications do you have to scold me? What if you are in college now? You are still just as poor and have no money?"

"But my mother is sick, and my father was diagnosed with kidney disease a few days ago. Do you know that? Do you know that?"

"Everything at home needs money. Can we count on you? Can we count on you? When you have money, I don't know how many weeds will grow on your parents' graves."

"I am willing to be lowly, yes, I am willing to be lowly, but what can I do? I can only exchange this skin for some money, but I can only be beaten a few times, drink some wine, and be touched a few times. Dignity? Is dignity more real than money?"

Before Zhang Qiao finished her words, she was slapped hard on the face again. Zhang Wen was so angry that his face turned blue. He pointed at Zhang Qiao for a long time before yelling: "Shut up, shut up"

"Have you forgotten what your parents taught you? Have you forgotten everything? If your parents knew that you were so willing to be lowly and ruin yourself, what would they do? Would they still use your money to treat their illnesses? They would want to bang their heads against yours. Death."

"You, how could you become like this? Ah?"

Zhang Wen's hands were shaking with anger, and Zhang Qiao covered her face and burst into tears, crying and saying: "Wu---, brother, you blame me now, but what can I do? Can I watch my mother lying on the kang and die of illness without doing anything? And then watch my father die slowly like this?"

"Brother, I can't do anything. I only make a few hundred yuan a month in the factory, which is not enough for Mom to have a checkup. What do you want me to do? What should I do? If possible, I would be willing to save them with my life, let alone this body."