He is From Great Sea of Stars

Of course, Huo Xingchao couldn't go to school without breakfast.

A child of his age is growing up, his height is the same every day, and he has a huge demand for food.

He was carrying three zongzi in his schoolbag. It was still far from the Dragon Boat Festival, but they didn't have the custom of eating zongzi until the Dragon Boat Festival.

It's just that many people don't have this condition. After all, I can't get enough to eat, so where can I get the spare money to pour glutinous rice and stuffing.

Of course, the Huo family is definitely not short of this.

In this era, the most popular is the workers.

Salary aside, in fact, there is not much money at all in life.

There are canteens, housing, medical utilities, and utilities in the factory. They don’t need to spend their own money, and children can only pay for books when they study.

Therefore, most of the wages and tickets issued every month can be saved.

Many people have only one worker at home, but they have four or five children. Except for the crowded housing, they are not hungry at all.

Moreover, the Huo family has been farmers for generations, Grandpa Huo is a soldier, and Huo's parents and Huo's mother are workers. After all, the ingredients of several generations are very healthy.

Therefore, although they are still in turmoil, this cultural turmoil has not affected them.

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When Huo Xingchao arrived at the school, there were not many people.

Now the college entrance examination has been canceled for several years, and basically the University of Workers, Peasants and Soldiers is selected.

During the cultural unrest, there was a lot of political activity in the school.

The time for serious lectures is relatively short, and the teacher's knowledge of books is not so detailed.

Anyway, if you want to compare with later generations, the current school definitely does not have such a strict management system.

Huo Xingchao opened the Zongye leaves and put the schoolbag in his place, frowned when he bit into the bean paste filling.

He thought he was taking the dumplings filled with meat, but it turned out to be sweet, which was a mistake.

But now the food is precious, even though he doesn't like sweet things, he still eats it cleanly, and then throws it back, and the zong leaves wrapped in **** are thrown into the garbage cardboard box.

Makes a handsome sound.

In the front seat, there was a girl with a braided braid that couldn't help but turn around and look.

Catching Huo Xingchao's line of sight, he quickly turned back.

The roots of the ears are red.

Although it is early, there are not many people, but it is not that there are not many people who arrive earlier than him.

For example, the girl in the front seat is a scholar who loves learning and goes to school early every day to read. And after discovering that Huo Xingchao didn't take notes, he wrote an extra one for him every day.

It has to be said that if Huo Xingchao hadn't grown up, based on his appearance, he might have always been such a likable little boy.

It's a pity that the supporting characters who are too good-looking usually grow crooked in the novel.

Especially the protagonist's enemy camp.

When Huo Xingchao slowly finished eating the three dumplings in his hand, he realized that he had almost finished one third of the math book.

In fact, he came so early today that he really wanted to study hard.

But now he suddenly discovered that the math textbook for the second year of junior high school, which Huo Xingchao thought was difficult to get into the sky, turned out to be so simple.

So all morning, he sorted out all his books and looked at it slowly, not like the ignorant Huo Xiaobai in the eyes of the boys in the same class.

Even during the second class break, the head teacher noticed that this thorn had been sitting quietly in his seat reading a book, and paced over to observe it with interest.

"Why are you reading the Chinese textbook for the first year of junior high school?"

Thorn-headed Huo Xingchao raised his head, earnestly,

"Teacher, you can skip meals for a day, sleep without sleep, and read books for a day. I have deeply realized the truth of the chairman's words in the past few days. From today, I can no longer waste myself. I want to study hard and contribute to the country's construction efforts!"

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Eyeballs were about to pop out all around.

The head teacher patted his shoulder with relief and said a lot of positive words.

In the end, he concluded, "You must have motivation, and you must not tell lies. Since you have made up your mind, you must persist in doing it. The world is afraid of being serious!"

After the teacher left, the girl in the front seat turned her head and handed him the previous notes. Although her cheeks were still red, her eyes were serious, and she was full of mild joy.

"Huo Xingchao, it's great that you have this kind of awareness. These are my previous notes. If you don't dislike it, you can take a look."

Huo Xingchao turned around.

In the age of so much political activity in this school, this girl can still write such a serious note.

Really hardworking and love to learn.

So he nodded and thanked him sincerely.

Although, he felt as if he didn't really need these notes.

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Huo Xingchao spent a good morning in the school studying hard every day.

When school was over for lunch at noon, because his home was close, and Mother Huo said that he wanted to cook chicken at noon, he didn't eat steamed rice in the school cafeteria.

Besides, he didn't bring food either.

The cafeteria of their school, said to be a cafeteria, is actually a place for steaming rice. Because most students do not buy food and groceries in the cafeteria.

Basically, students who live far away from their homes will bring rice and some dry vegetables before coming to school every week. When the get out of class ends before noon, they will bring their lunch boxes and go to the cafeteria for steamed rice.

And students like Huo Xingchao, who live in the city and have better family conditions, would go home for lunch.

Even many times, the school does not have classes in the afternoon.

Run a political campaign, or get students to help out with some chores.

Just as the chairman said—civilize its spirit and savage its physique.

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Huo Xingchao returned home and smelled the aroma of chicken as soon as he opened the door.

Probably because of the body's automatic response, he raised his eyebrows in a good mood, already thinking of the taste of meat in his mind.

But halfway through, the footsteps stopped again.

There is no such thing as a living room at home, except that the bedroom is the kitchen, and the dining table in the kitchen is the place to entertain guests.

At the moment, the mother was busy in front of the stove, and the father was not at home. At the dining table sat an old woman in her fifties, holding a cup of tea to warm her hands.

Seeing him, he immediately laughed and said cheerfully, "Xingchao is back."

Huo Xingchao paused and smiled politely, "Grandma Jiang."

- That's right, this old woman is Jiang Xiaxia's grandmother.

The head of the Jiang family, who took the time to hide the cause of He's father's death, and later offered to adopt He Nian and his younger brother.

"Hey."

Grandma Jiang responded amicably, then took out a few candies from her pocket and handed them to him.

"Come, Xingchao, eat candy."

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Huo Xingchao felt that he was a fourteen-year-old boy, and it was a shame to eat candy like a child.

- Of course, this is purely his idea.

However, out of courtesy, he took it.

The teenager looked at the few toffees in his hand, raised his head, and seriously wondered, "Grandma Jiang, isn't this the candy my mother said last time I was going to give my sister Nian Nian, you forgot to bring it to her?"

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Grandma Jiang didn't know how to answer for a while, and her expression suddenly became embarrassed.

Last time, Mother Huo gave her a bag of candy, although she said she wanted to give her children a taste, but such a neat bag, you can see at a glance that she hoped that she would bring He Nian, He Yi, sister and brother. of.

But with such a big bag, how could the two children finish eating.

Moreover, children have no restraint in eating candy. Grandma Jiang was afraid that they would break their teeth, so she simply put it on her own and distributed one to the children every few days.

But He Nian's child doesn't seem to like candy very much. However, Xiaxia was always clamoring to eat, and most of the package of sugar went into the mouths of the Jiang family's children.

Now that Huo Xingchao said this, she didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Just stood there awkwardly.

Fortunately, Mother Huo glared at her second son.

"What are you talking about, this kind of candy is everywhere in the supply and marketing agency, so why is it all given by me. How long ago was the last time I read my sister to you, you bastard, you don't read well, Thinking about it all day."

"The child has a good memory and is smart."

Grandma Jiang hurriedly came out to smooth things out, while taking out a bag of bulging things from her hemp pocket,

"We don't have anything good in the mountains. These are freshly dried mushrooms. Nian Nian likes to eat them. I thought that there are few game in your city, so I brought some for you."

Mother Huo wiped her hand on the apron, took it, and smiled, "We also like to eat these mushrooms in Xing Dynasty."

"Ha ha ha, it's fine if you don't dislike it."

Mother Huo brought the last cup of chicken soup to the table,

"Come here, the chicken soup is ready. Zhong Gang won't come back for dinner today, we will eat it ourselves."

Grandma Jiang looked at the dishes on the table.

Just the three of them.

There are soups, meat and vegetarian dishes.

Half of the chicken was stewed in soup, and half of the chicken was fried. The oil and seasonings were full, and the aroma penetrated into the nose.

When she came just now, Huo's mother was already cooking chicken soup, indicating that the meat dishes were not specially made for hospitality.

And she didn't feel bad about putting seasonings. The oil in one pot of vegetables was enough for her to fry two pots. Let's see how the second kid of the Huo family is dispensable for these candies that are rare for several children in the family.

I really have to sigh, the life of the people in the city is really different.

The Huo family is especially different.

Their family, husband and wife are both dual workers, and the old man is a retired soldier with monthly allowances.

With just these two children, they lived a prosperous life.

Therefore, when He Nian's parents passed away, Grandpa Huo and Mother Huo came to offer condolences. When the Jiang family knew that He Nian's baby was actually Huo Chenyang, they felt that although her parents were gone, there was such a fiancé. Don't worry about the future.

Sure enough, in the next few years, every time Grandma Jiang went to the city.

There will be many things to bring back.

In addition to money and food stamps, there are also malted milk essence, large pieces of fine cotton cloth, and so on.

All the good things that are hard to come by in the countryside.

For so many years, they raised the He family's two children purely out of guilt and responsibility at first. They thought it would be a big burden, but they finally found out how much food the two children could eat.

It is far less precious than what the Huo family gave.

Thinking about it this way, they treat He Nian and He Yi better, just as they treat their own children.

But the good that is paid for profit will eventually become evil because of the profit.

From the beginning of the Jiang family's concealment, to later using the things that the Huo family gave to He Nian and He Yi with peace of mind, it can be seen that their guilt and sense of responsibility may not be so pure.

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When Grandma Jiang left, Mother Huo gave her another big bag.

Some were specially given to her, and some were entrusted to her to bring her eldest son, He Nian He Yi, and his siblings.

Grandma Jiang accepted it with a smile.

Huo Chenyang's share, Huo Xingchao knew that she would definitely give it well. But what about them, it's hard to say.

He watched Grandma Jiang's smile reaching the bottom of her eyes, sneered in his heart, then took two steps forward and took out a pen.

"Grandma Jiang, can you help me give this to He Nian and tell her that this is my graduation gift for her."

He Nian is in the fifth grade and is about to graduate from primary school. This reason is also true.

Grandma Jiang took it with a smile, "Okay, Grandma remembers it."

"Grandma Jiang, you must give He Nian."

Huo Xingchao emphasized it again,

"This is my gift to He Nian. As for Jiang Xiaxia, I will prepare it again. I'll trouble you to bring it to her next time."

Grandma Jiang didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Xiaxia and nodded,

"Don't worry about Xingchao, grandma will hand it over to Niannian."

"that is."

Huo's mother also smiled and said angrily, "Which of your things did Grandma Jiang bring to you?"

"But last time, when Xiaxia came to play, she brought the picture book I gave to He Nian."

Huo Xingchao frowned, looking really like a worried young man,

"She said I gave it to her. I thought that Grandma Jiang must have forgotten it, so I told you a few more times. Grandma Jiang, this time, you must remember, this pen is precious. ."

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