故事若不曲折,怎么教人成长?我端着搪瓷饭缸子,里面放着我刚从食堂买回来的饭和菜。每个礼拜三,我总是给自己加餐,而且必须打三个菜,这是为了不显得寒碜。可是,当我推开寝室门时,孙治妈妈的欢声笑语和她带来的红烧鸡腿的香味,还是把我所有的自尊击败了。“回来啦!”孙治妈妈微笑着跟我打招呼。礼拜三是我 If the story is not tortuous, how to teach people to grow? I am holding enamel rice bowl, which placed the food and food I just bought from the canteen. Every Wednesday, I always give myself a meal, and must play three dishes, this is not to look chilly. However, when I opened the bedroom door, Sun’s mother’s laughter and she brought the smell of stewed chicken, or all my self-esteem defeated. “Back! ” Sun Zhi mother smiled and said hello to me. Wednesday is me