In the office, Chu Yu looked at the yellow roses, and the mood that was lit up by it was once again cast a shadow. Even if he pulled another cart of roses, he could not recover.
Song Qingyang read the transcript and muttered, "She doesn't need to be held criminally responsible."
"Yes," Muyu leaned against the window, his face was not as good as Chu Yu's face, "She didn't punish Xiaomei, and she didn't tell Xiaomei to commit suicide. Just verbally telling the students a meal does not constitute a crime. Most of the time, the school held a meeting to criticize it, and they didn't care enough about the students."
"No, doesn't she know that children can also suffer from depression? Depression is inherently suicidal, so what's the difference in pushing children to death?"
"Wang Tong didn't lie, she really felt that Xiaomei was feigning illness at the time." Chu Yu no longer maintained a vicious persona, his eyebrows stretched, showing a touch of melancholy.
Based on what she had learned from Xiaomei's parents before, she had a clear guess about Xiaomei's death.
"As far as I know, in the last few months of Xiaomei, there was no obvious depression. When others talked to her, she would still respond with a smile. I think she is a typical extroverted autism. She will hold back and maintain good interpersonal relationships, which may be related to her family of origin. She is the eldest in the family. Her parents are the most strict with her, but they do not give her enough love and attention. On the contrary, they give her all the attention Her younger brothers and sisters, and she was educated too early to be sensible and learn to take care of her younger brothers and sisters. At the same time, she had high expectations for her, hoping that she would have good interpersonal care, strong ability, good studies, go straight to the junior high school of the school, and get a scholarship.
"In the last period, when the sixth grade was going to be promoted to junior high school, all the pressures were concentrated together, and she developed depression, but it was not as serious as depression, and it was more of a slow thinking and a decline in academic performance. She couldn't I told my parents, but I couldn’t tell my classmates, because in their eyes, she was always optimistic and positive, they only needed to pour bitter water to her, and they didn’t need to give her any help. But Wang Tong noticed her and talked to her, Xiaomei I believed her and told her that her state was not very good, but Wang Tong may also be habitual thinking under the exam-oriented education. Thinking that she was in a bad mood, she probably felt that she could not study well and could not compete with other students, so she gave her more Many opportunities to perform, but she did not expect that it would only backfire and aggravate her depression.
"Xiaomei's grades are getting worse and worse, and Wang Tong is serious enough to talk to her again. Seeing that she cares so much about herself, Xiaomei trusts her and tells her the secret that she is ashamed to see others. I didn't understand, and I was mocked. Wang Tong wanted to tell the parents and other people about it. Xiaomei couldn't stand it for a while. I guess she must have thought of Wang Tong's words before she jumped into the river. : 'You are depressed? How could you be depressed? It's not that I don't know what depression is like!' She probably wanted to prove to everyone that she was actually vulnerable and not as optimistic as they thought up."
Muyu sighed: "Wang Tong is really serious. She is conscientious and conscientious. She has talked to students so many times, but she has not been serious to the point. It is better not to talk about it like this."
Song Qingyang felt unwilling to face such a well-recognized good teacher: "She was quick to talk, no matter if she made a mistake, she kept concealing it, misleading the police, misleading parents, and misleading other students, making them think that Xiaomei has always been strong. An optimistic child will not have any psychological problems until death. The biggest possibility now is that Xiaomei committed suicide. Since she chose to commit suicide, she just wanted to take off the mask that she had been smiling all the time. After she died, she had to forcefully put on the mask. Come and help Wang Tong maintain her good image."
Chu Yu knew why Song Qingyang was so popular. She felt the same way. When she was a child, when she was a small stick, she was scorned by the teacher. I felt that she was lazy and criticized her several times, saying that she ate a meal faster than a pig, and wrote a word like a tortoise.
Song Qingyang was really hurt.
Muyu sorted out the transcript and looked at Chu Yu: "Wang Tong, what are you going to do with it?"
Chu Yu put his hand on his forehead, "Shut up for 24 hours and let her reflect on it. Let's check the confession and testimony. If there is no problem, let her go, and leave the rest to the school."
"Testimony? Our testimony is forged. Do you want to find Xiao Huaihua at the Public Security Bureau for evidence?"
Chu Yu didn't speak for a while, she sat reclining on the swivel chair, half of her face was hidden in the shadows, and her eyebrows were dark and dark.
"I finally understand now what impact this incident has on Xiao Huaihua."
Chu Yu raised her head, the light and shadow on her face moved, "Her distaste for 'mind control' started around that time, and she also had doubts about the police's ability."
She recalled that the police in charge of the investigation five years ago recalled that at that time some children had sued Wang Tong, saying that the teacher was too strict and was not good to the students. It's not good, it's just working against the teacher.
Since Mu Han went to Wang Tong alone and confronted her, has he also gone to the police? After reacting to the situation, the police found out that she was a bad student with an eccentric and surly personality. Her comments were very bad in the mouths of teachers and classmates, and her words were not credible, so they did not pay attention to her.
So after three days of investigation at Su Xun Elementary School, they came to the conclusion that the head teacher fulfilled his responsibilities, and Xia Yihan, the student, died unexpectedly and did not file a case.
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Five years ago, Friday, May 30.
As the holiday approached, the students' faces were filled with liberation-like ease. The boys were booing and playing in the corridor, playing more crazy than usual, like rushing out of a wild boar to hunt and besiege.
The corridor is a long corridor that is neither wide nor narrow. For fear of students falling, railings and glass windows are installed, and the children are crazy, and they also bump into the railings, so there will be no accident.
Mu Han was standing by the window. She was wearing a school uniform, a white shirt, and a blue skirt. The shirt was tucked into the skirt. She had a slender figure. Her hair was neither long nor short. Clipped behind the ear, the whole person looks quiet and well-behaved.
The day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, yesterday, after school, she sat in the long pavilion, the bougainvillea bloomed, some fell to her feet, and fell on her, but she sat for a long time, Xiaomei did not come, no one came.
After school, teachers and classmates left the school one after another. The huge school was quiet, and finally became quiet, like a sleeping golden retriever.
She sat until the sunset on the horizon faded, then stood up, picked up a bougainvillea, and walked home.
This Friday, after school, she also wanted to sit in the long pavilion. She knew that Xiaomei was dead, but she couldn't feel the sadness, just out of habit, she wanted to go to the place where she met and see those bougainvilleas.
A tall boy next to him was so crazy that he didn't pay attention. When he bumped into her, she flashed to the side and backed away.
The tall man didn't bother to apologize, and continued to play wildly with his companions, and the roar became louder and louder.
Mu Han raised his hand, opened the window they were facing, then stepped back and stood by the classroom window.
The tall man who was just frantically was pushed to the window, held onto the railing, panted and scolded with laughter, "You two, do you want to murder me?"
"Jump down."
The corridor was originally noisy and noisy, with crazy noises, roars, and talking. It was hard to tell who was who, but a small voice came out of nowhere and suddenly silenced an area. Nearby. The students all looked at the same person.
Mu Han stood by the window with a quiet expression, looked at the tall boy seriously, his eyes darkened, "Jump down."
The tall man looked back at the open window and looked at her again, without the hippie smile he had when he was crazy: "Are you kidding me?"
Mu Han is serious, facing the window. The sunlight outlines her outline delicately, but it does not make up for the coldness radiating from her body. Even if she is bathed in the warm sun, it is as if she has just come out of the freezer, and her pupils are frozen with ice. .
Just being looked at by her, the tall man shivered and was afraid, he couldn't help but take a few steps back and dodged the open window, but his aura remained stubborn, and he pointed at her and shouted, "You are sick? , you are... at... "
The boy "was there" for a long time, he was short of words for a while, and finally had a flash of inspiration, and spit out a suitable and high-quality word: "I'm committing a crime!"
Mu Han suddenly smiled, the corners of his lips raised, but there was no smile in his eyes, he seemed to look at the boy, and seemed to ignore him.
"You know I'm committing a crime too."
Saying that, she turned around and went straight back to the classroom, standing by the classroom window, looking down at the pavilion full of bougainvilleas below.