Like many ordinary stories, I am a poor student and the only college student in the village. My school is actually very ordinary, but it is an undergraduate, and the college entrance examination results are the first in the county. Grandpa said it was a champion. He insisted on giving a banquet. Our family is poor, and finally we see hope. Finally, someone is going to study in Beijing. They don't know how much I feel inferior in front of my classmates in the city, how hard I study Mandarin and practice English, and how I pay my tuition every year. Once I accidentally mentioned that I can earn 500 yuan a month as a tutor, and my father lost his temper with me for the first time. He thought I had earned so much money that I didn't know how to honor the elderly and sent it home to pay my brother's tuition. It's so unreasonable. My life can be said to be very dark. I have been studying, taking classes, taking exams and making money. My classmates call me a miser. Whenever I have a part-time job, come to me and say half jokingly, hey, I heard that you will do anything as long as you can make money. I must pretend not to care: yes, I will. Half of the hard-earned money is for my tuition and the other half is for my younger brother and sister to study at home. My hometown is very mysterious to me: how promising I am, not only for myself, but also for my brothers and sisters. When my brothers and sisters write to me, they always say: Brother, I also want to go to Beijing to study in university! They don't know my suffering, and I don't want anyone to see my suffering except her.

She is my next junior. I picked her up at the orientation party, helped her with her luggage and found a bed. She insisted on inviting me to dinner, so I ate. After eating, I paid the bill, took her around the school and helped her find her way. Later, she said that that's when she began to like me.