Betty was my deskmate, I know her family. Her day is the best in rural families, but her parents are labor income. A hundred pieces of money at least a father of four days early in the dark labour, it all of a sudden loading into the mouth of this more than a dozen students in our class, no matter Xiaolan afterwards how whereabouts home explained, regardless of her parents is how to hurt her, but always feel so used is not worth, the consumer doesn't our identity early learned the eating and drinking, lavish, extravagance and waste and extravagance, for me is tantamount to a "crime". I remember when I was twelve years old that day, is my mother to help me buy food, I invite friends home and face, carving, dumplings. None of my classmates, who share my birthday, don't think it's the most meaningful birthday. My silence is not commensurate with the full table. Betty will I speak, I finally could not resist, suggested: "each of us out of the 10 yuan of money to pay the dinner table! Don't be such a waste, Betty home is not good." The whole table students are shocked, Xiaolan gas bad, blunt I stare said; "you don't the door look to underestimate people." He put one hundred dollars into the hands of the boss of a plug on the back to school.
We work together to catch up with school, then school radio station are placed in the I point of Betty's birthday song, Betty finally slowed down, and we gradually narrowed the distance.