Chapter 5: The Wealth Gap
My childhood in that era was simple enough to celebrate for an entire morning with just a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, but now it's dissatisfaction with a macaron and a sip of red tea.
In our dormitory, the gap between rich and poor is almost like heaven and hell. For example, I have been wearing 361 degrees for two years, while others wear international brand names that you can't even call out.
As for us, parasites living in the sewers, we should be dragged out and beaten with 800 big boards to understand how wonderful it is to have power and money.
Just like clothes made of the same material, those with a brand name are symbols of luxury and status, while what you pick up from your small store is tacky, tasteless and impoverished.
Sometimes, this world is just unreasonable.
And I have such feelings because of my white-rich-beautiful roommate Jiang Xiaoqiao.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaoqiao is enthusiastically telling us ordinary people about her awesome family background: "My dad is a certain someone in a certain group, my mom is a fork in the fork bureau, if you have any business in the future, just look for me!"
Although we always express our disdain for the wealthy on various microblogs and online media, as well as make reckless comments about their vulgar lifestyle, these feelings are nothing more than sour grapes.
Of course, I still envy Jiang Xiaoqiao. Not that I envy her hardware conditions being so strong, but rather I envy the innate and acquired advantages she has had since birth, far more than we have.
To put it bluntly, this is just the jealousy of petty-minded people, and it's genuine jealousy.
But if it's about Jiang Xiaoqiao's character, then I'd give her a thumbs up. She's quite an admirable and loyal girl.
Oh! That's right! I also have to mention one person, that is the red-haired girl who bumps into me every time I leave my dorm.
But I've always been too embarrassed to talk to that girl, firstly because I forced her to swap dormitories with me and felt guilty; secondly because I really couldn't stand the way she dressed like a street vendor.
And as for her name, I really can't bring myself to say it out loud. I'm afraid that if I do, my body will also mock me along with the name: Wang Yanfen.
It's been a while since I came to this small city and university.
Every day living here is almost all about coming into contact with fresh things and making friends with people of various strange personalities.
Later on, I found myself becoming strange too. Or to put it in a more artistic way, we all became mature and increasingly rational.
I found that among the people I know, each of them has a unique skill. Either they are exceptionally beautiful, or they have an inflated sense of self-importance and behave uniquely, or else they are mentally handicapped.
For example, the gods in my dormitory: Liang Xue with positive energy and a pure face, Bai Fumei Jiang Xiaoqiao who speaks fluent nonsense, Beijing girl Lin Yishui who can play POPPIN, virtuous wife and good mother type Jiang Yun who knows how to live a good life, and Wang Ying from the upper bunk who has not shown up yet.
As for my upper bunk mate, she's a mysterious woman who is really hard to figure out.
From the start of school until now, she has never shown up, and it's unknown whether she quit or had an accident, even our dorm counselor is about to go crazy.
According to the counselor, she only contacted Wang Ying once and they didn't communicate clearly about anything.
