Once, he believed that as long as he studied hard and worked hard in the future, everything would get better, everything would change. But why, why has it turned out like this? Why?
The next day he didn't go to classes and stayed in his dormitory all day. In the evening, he went to his sister's factory.
When he saw his sister, who was smiling like a flower, Zhang Wen felt nothing but anger. He grabbed Zhang Qiao's hand and limped forward.
Zhang Qiao was startled and anxiously shouted, "Brother, brother, what's wrong with you? How did you get hurt? Did you get into a fight?
"Brother, what happened? Tell me, brother..."
"Shut up."
The simple three words were yelled out by Zhang Wen. At the same time, Zhang Qiao was genuinely scared, looking at Zhang Wen's ashen face and the dark circles that looked like they were from several sleepless nights.
Her brother was dressed in rags, but he always cared about his appearance. His clothes were always clean, and so was his face.
