Compared with Feng's house, this place is pitifully small, not even as spacious as Feng Anwen's own bedroom.
There is a big wooden bed in the small room, and there is a foldable canopy bed in the corner next to it. Obviously that is where Lei Fang and Tan Miao and their mother and daughter sleep.
In the corner on the other side, there are various sundries such as pots and boxes piled up.
There are two cabinets next to the wall. There are pots and pans in the cupboard, and the closet is probably filled with intimate things such as clothes and bedding.
Next to the window is a very old desk with a lot of books on it. Although the condition is not very good, the desk is clean and tidy, which is the most eye-catching place in the room.
The windows are still pasted with cellophane, which was popular many years ago. Feng Anwen only saw this kind of paper in his grandmother's old house.
There was even a crack in one pane of the pane of the window, but luckily it didn't fall out and hit anyone.
As soon as you enter the room, you will feel a cramped and suffocating feeling.
The only good thing is that there is no peculiar smell, and it should be cleaned up fairly cleanly.
Feng Anwen suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Did this little girl learn those knowledge by herself under such a difficult situation?
Feng Anwen never felt how good his family's conditions were before, after all, the friends around him were basically from similar family backgrounds.
Now that he saw the place where Yu Miao lived, he knew the difference.
While he was lying on the big bed in the independent bedroom, holding a game console and playing "biubiubiu" excitedly, the little girl was sitting by the air-leakage window, reading a book by the dim light.
When he was still complacent about avoiding another too much breakfast today, the little girl might not even have a safe place to sleep at night.
The more difficult the conditions, the more remarkable the other party's achievements will be.
Knowing that there are rich people all over the country, there are also poor people. It makes no sense that the rich should worry about the poor.
But Feng Anwen still couldn't help feeling guilty.
He shouldn't be wasting his time like this. He always feels that his grades are already good enough, so whenever he has free time, he just laughs and plays, and always feels that he doesn't need to work hard.
Sometimes, this is even regarded as a great capital.
see? Even if he played games, even if he only used half of his energy to study, he still had such good grades.
If he conquers it with all his strength, is it still worth it?
In fact, it's just an excuse for being lazy.
With this kind of thing, when everyone else around him was similar, he just muddled through it, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
But when a person who is more talented but works harder, whose family environment and learning conditions are not better than him, and the other person is even a little girl who is a few years younger than him, this kind of laziness with peace of mind makes him A sense of guilt arose.
"well!"
Feng Anwen sighed sadly.
Yu Miao was standing next to him, completely unable to understand what was wrong with this kid, and when she entered the door, she had an expression of worrying about the country and the people, which made her feel a deep ideological gap.
Hearing his sigh, Yu Miao raised her head and gave him a strange look.
There is no way, the size of a primary school student, in front of these people, everyone needs to look up I feel tired.
Feng Anwen felt even more sad when she saw her. He couldn't help itching. He reached out and imitated his mother's previous movements, and rubbed Yu Miao's head: "Sister, it's my brother. I can't compare to you. I swear , I will definitely study hard in the future! Make progress every day!" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com