You are poor and poor, why do you want to make an appointment with me?

Among the people who made an appointment with me, there were both poor and rich people. ZC is the poor person inside. Because she is poor, she has a special skill, an incredible ability to save money.

For example, the hotel she booked today seemed to be at least four-star, but she didn’t spend a penny. I asked her later and found out that she specifically found a Ctrip app in order to book a free hotel. I worked a part-time job in an outsourcing company, and then got a bunch of coupons for special-price hotels, which allowed me to stay for free during some strange periods.

"So this is why I need to get up at 5 o'clock, and then step on the morning fog, and appear in this room with you at 6 o'clock when the sun is still sleeping?" I looked at ZC was hazy, feeling like his eyes could only open three-sevenths. ZC put down her satchel, which was a small faded blue cloth bag. A pen leaked out from under the patch on the right side of the bag. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, looking a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry to call you here so early." She sat on the edge of the bed, stood up, looked at me, and then looked away, "Well, what else do I need to do? "

"No need, are you tired too? I'll have to sort things out for a while, you can rest first." I tried to comfort her who was restless.

"Then let me sort things out first." Before I could finish, she took out a high school physics textbook and exercises and started preparing for the lesson. He scored 20 points in the exam, and he just gave me a salary increase. By the way, he also asked me to tutor him in physics." After saying this, she showed a proud expression.

I looked at the textbook in her hand and started chatting with her, "Is this your part-time job? Being a tutor?"

She nodded, He shook his head again, "Not only tutoring, I do any part-time job, handicrafts, shopping guide, as long as I can make money."

"How much does one class cost you now?"

"I The teaching is relatively good, 600 per class, two classes in one afternoon."

I stuck out my tongue, the daily salary is much higher than mine.

After everything was ready, I asked her to take off her coat. Inside was a washed white short-sleeved shirt, with a few big words embroidered in bright red italics on the back: xxx Special Enterprise Scholarship. I was stunned for a moment, as if I saw her wearing this dress, standing on the high podium, and the classmates in the audience cast envious eyes on her.

The leaders walked up to her and put the huge medal in her hand. The sun shone on her body and rimmed it with gold, so her whole body shone brightly.

Then everyone burst into prolonged applause.

Yes, it lasted for a long time. After a long time, I came back to my senses and found that she was looking at me inexplicably as I clapped my hands stupidly.

"Hey, I'm a little sleepy. Let me do some warm-up exercises." I cleared my throat and pretended to yawn.

"The special scholarship, um, how much is it?" I asked her casually while walking the rope.

She knelt down on the bed, and I raised her wrist very high, but I still noticed her slight shaking, "You ask, do you think I am a person who loves money?"

I was noncommittal, "Who doesn't love money?"

"The meaning of money is different for everyone." Her body tilted downward, indicating that she did not Agreeing with my point of view, "If there were no quota restrictions, I would get all the scholarships. If I could not take a break, I would take up all the part-time jobs."

Her tone was firm. Cold, like the hazy moon outside the window that has just been squeezed out by the rising sun.

I didn’t ask any more questions. I tied her into a horse and put her on the bed. She buried her head deeply into the pillow, as if she was about to fall into a dream that she would never wake up from. The world is like this. When the sun doesn't rise, the whole world is like a dream, and only the moon is real. After the sun comes up, the whole world becomes real, but the moon becomes her dream.

Her struggle caused her old headband to suddenly break, and her black hair fell down, covering the expression on her face.

I was sitting on the sofa, and I also felt sleepy. Then my whole body floated. I saw ZC kneeling in front of a person not far away. The person pointed at ZC’s face and cursed. ,chatter.

"Since you need money so much, why do you still spend half a day making an appointment? It would be great to work part-time to make money!"

"You can make a lot of money, why are you still so stingy? Why don’t you book a hotel at 6 a.m.?”

“Look at what you’re wearing. There’s a hole in your underwear. How can I take an interview video later?” Can't you wear something nice?"

I drifted closer, but suddenly realized that the person scolding me was me. I woke up in an instant, and there was a layer of fine sweat on my forehead. After gasping for breath, , everything returned to reality, ZC was still lying on the bed, addicted to her world.

After the appointment, she picked up the broken headband on the ground, tied it into a knot, and prepared to continue using it.

I was a little puzzled and asked her why she was so frugal?

She fiddled with it for a long time, tying her hair up neatly, and then started to tell her story.

Her aunt died of skin cancer last year.

Not long after, her father was also diagnosed with skin cancer. The monthly medication cost is more than 8,000 yuan. Her family is not rich to begin with. While taking care of her father, her mother pushes a tricycle and goes out to sell pancakes every night.

The hereditary risk of skin cancer is very high. When her father was hospitalized, she and her brother also went for a check-up. The doctor told her that the mole on her arm also had a chance of becoming cancerous.

She stretched out her arm to show me. There was a black mole the size of a thumb on her elbow.

She said that she has several wishes. The first is that she can earn her father’s medical expenses so that her mother does not have to work so hard; the second is that she can save enough money so that she can You and your brother can use it when you need to see a doctor one day; the third thing is to experience a few more interesting things like today in your lifetime.

"The meaning of money is different for everyone. Like you, you work hard to make money in order to live a better life; but like me, I work hard to make money just to live." She shrugged, "But even so , when I got the scholarship, some people still didn't understand why I had to rush to take a part-time job worth 400 yuan after receiving a scholarship of 20,000 yuan, instead of inviting them to dinner to celebrate. They thought I was withdrawn and pretending to be poor. Stingy, stingy." I sat in front of her, and more than once, the brief dream just now entered my eyes and ears. Those wanton speculations and ridicules echoed in my mind, like screams constantly asking myself, in society, there are people who drive BMWs to beg, and there are people who owe huge sums of money to enjoy themselves. Have I ever laughed at them?

So what did ZC do wrong? Make me subconsciously feel contempt and contempt for no reason? I thought about it and found just two words: poverty, poverty from head to toe.

Poverty = low status.

This is a consciousness that has been rooted in my heart for some time. It has escaped my reason and logic, and my education. When I saw her patched satchel, it made me realize I frowned; when I saw her faded clothes, it made me shake my head; when I saw her picking up the broken hair rope on the ground, it made me want to quickly draw a clear line with her.

Destiny has put shackles on ZC, but when those of us who call ourselves normal found that she was still running in life, we never thought of going to give her a hand, but ran to her lightly. In front of her, they even picked up stones to hit her and laughed at her ugly appearance.

I told ZC that if you are short of money, I can help you try it on the official account. She immediately interrupted me and said that she is now a tutor, teaching 6 courses, and her daily salary is Around 1,200, there are no Saturdays and Sundays, and apart from the fact that I have to go to school, I can earn more than 20,000 a month. After excluding my father's medical expenses, I can still have a lot of money left.

“You must not tell others that I work so hard to make money just because I want to live well without relying on charity from others.

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She said that in this world, not everyone is really qualified to live lightly, but everyone is qualified to live, even if they are rolling, even if they are crawling, they don’t want to die of thirst. , you have to learn to drink from all ditches.

When she left the room, she picked up two bottles of free mineral water, handed one to me, and asked me if I wanted to drink it. I shook my head and said. I'm not thirsty. She stuck out her tongue, stuffed the mineral water, toilet paper, disposable toothpaste and toothbrush into her bag, closed the door, gave me a "shh" expression, and then pulled me toward the elevator. As I ran, I looked at her bulging satchel, as if I was seeing a thief racing against fate. Postscript: This happened last year, and I have never dared to write about it because I was very afraid of facing my inner thoughts. No matter how hard I tried to hide it, I knew that my first impression of her was that she was poor, poor, and broke, and I didn’t even want to make an appointment with her. This included the curse scene in my dream, which appeared in my dreams more than once. I asked myself a bit doubtfully, what is my original intention? Have I become arrogant?

I don’t know, I can only write it down. Remind yourself that you will always succeed if you don’t forget your original intention -by

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