A child who is no more than eleven or twelve years old seems to have committed an unforgivable crime and can be sent directly to prison for reform through labor. His classmates were stunned and all stared at him, but it wasn't this series that caught my attention. The crime, but the look of the boy on the stage.
He is taller than his peers, and he looks thin because of his height. The blue school uniform hangs loosely on his body, and he trims his small flat head. Because his hair is too hard, the roots are standing upright. At first glance, he looks like a hedgehog. He stood there lazily, bowing his head as if admitting his mistake, but occasionally a smile appeared on his lips when he raised his head.
Didn't he see everyone's eyes? Doesn't he feel ashamed? This is in front of the whole school! I can't understand no matter what I think.
After the meeting, the girls around were whispering. I followed behind them and understood a little bit of the boy's ins and outs. He is the same level as us, but he is older than us because he has passed the second grade. I heard that he is the youngest of the family. His parents were only in their 40s. He has four older sisters. It is said that his family is rich. His sneakers are from Nike, and the watch on his wrist is Swatch's were brought back from abroad by his brother-in-law.
In the late 1980s and early 1990s, foreign countries were still a very distant term. What brand is what? I don’t understand the meaning of this brand. I just wondered, if you have money, why steal things and blackmail others money
His actions, his looks, were a mystery to me. Confused, I remembered the name of this bad student, Zhang Jun, but I believe that I was not the only one who remembered him that day.
When I was in the fourth grade, the classes were reassigned, and two unfortunate things happened: the first was that my math teacher was still Mr. Zhao; the second, she was not only a math teacher, but also a homeroom teacher.
Zhang Jun and I were assigned to the same class, but we hardly ever spoke, although we had a lot in common, for example, he and I often took turns to be the last in the class; I was sleeping, and I was always in a daze, so we were often hit by Teacher Zhao's chalk.
However, he is more different from me. Although he has poor grades, the boys in the class all play with him. Even all the boys with bad grades listen to him, and the girls don't hate him because he often invites them to eat ice cream, drink cold drinks, and he tells jokes. , can make them laugh back and forth. During class, he was always sleeping, but as soon as the get out of class bell rang, he would be full of energy and rush to the playground with everyone to play football and basketball. I always find a place by myself, hide and read a book, and occasionally look up. Take a look at the girls jumping rubber bands and the boys playing football in the distance.
I am used to the loneliness at home. Anyway, I can read books, and there are countless wonderful things in them; my sister is squeamish and likes to make small reports. It's just two or three minutes of torture in math class, and I can already stand it with a blank face.
If these days continue, it will be a kind of peace. However, life always likes to tease us. When you are desperate, I will show you a little spark of hope, so that you can't give up; when you are calm, I will bump you abruptly, so that you can't be too happy.
One summer afternoon, with one hour of free time between classes, students who didn’t need to be on duty ran to the playground to play. I liked the sunshine on the window sill, so I sat down on the window sill to read and look into the distance. .
At the end of the free time, when the students returned to study, Zhou Yun reported to Teacher Zhao that she lost her pen. She said aggrievedly that her father bought the pen for her, and she used it before get out of class. It's gone now. Mr. Zhao thought that the situation was serious and must be dealt with seriously. He started asking students one by one about who was in the classroom during recess.
The most suspect, Zhang Jun, rushed out of the classroom with a group of boys as soon as the get out of class bell rang, and kept playing football on the playground. There are countless people who can testify. When Mr. Zhao questioned him, he took out his schoolbag and put it on the table carelessly, and said to Mr. Zhao, "You can search." With his calm and self-confidence, Mr. Zhao immediately ruled out his suspicion.
In the end, when there were two or three other students in the classroom, Mr. Zhao called me out and asked me to hand over the pen. As long as I hand it over, I can forgive me this time!
I couldn't believe my ears. At that time, I was standing by the window, the sun was shining so brightly on me, and I was cold all over.
Teacher Zhao criticized me righteously and righteously on the podium. The eyes of more than 30 students in the class were all staring at me without blinking. Every pair of eyes was like a sharp sword, and it hurt me.
I fought back my tears and said, "Mr. Zhao, I didn't… I didn't take her pen."
But Teacher Zhao doesn't believe that, in her mind, among the few students left in the classroom, only I am a bad student, and only I can do such a bad thing. I am such a bad student, and I don't go out and go crazy during recess. , but stayed in the classroom and said that he was reading a book, which was bizarre and unreasonable.
She scolded me over and over and ordered me to hand over the stolen goods, and I pleaded over and over again that I did not steal.
The engineer of the human soul was so angry that he made me stand on the podium, and then in front of the whole class, he began to search my body from head to toe. I just felt humiliated and let her on me while weeping. tossing and touching.
The whole class looked at me on the podium quietly, with the cruelty of watching a good show in their eyes, and they were looking forward to the excitement of the moment when the stolen goods were seized. Teacher Zhao pushed me to and fro. In the blurry eyes of tears, I saw a pair of strangely calm eyes at the back of the classroom. There was no implicit excitement and expectation from others. There seemed to be sympathy in the indifference, and contempt. Have a little pity.
Teacher Zhao searched behind me, and then searched my desk and schoolbag, but found no pen. Embarrassed, he scolded me louder and louder.
She couldn't find the stolen goods, and she couldn't convict me, but she still gave me a vicious warning: "Don't think that if you didn't catch you this time, you could get away with it, you're a thief! It's a 'three-handed'!"
At that time, I only felt cold for a while, and hot for a while, as if the word "thief" was deeply imprinted on my forehead with a red-hot soldering iron. Facts have also proved that for a long time, these two words have indeed been engraved on my forehead.
Mr. Zhao told all the teachers that I stole something and quibble about not admitting it. The classmates also agreed that it was me who stole something. When they mentioned me later, they stopped calling me by my name, and they all called me "Three Hands". Some girls even deliberately said those three words in front of me in a neither high nor low voice. I could only bow my head deeply in humiliation and walk away quickly in silence. They laughed exaggeratedly behind me.
Boys are not as mean as girls and won't call me "Three Hands", but when they hear someone call me "Three Hands", they all look at me like sharp swords.
For a long time, as soon as I heard these three words, I wished that I could die immediately and disappear in this world immediately.
When I wake up in the morning, I am even afraid, I am afraid of my teacher, I am afraid of my classmates. Going to school was the scariest thing for me.
Who said that "at the beginning of human beings, nature is inherently good"? Have you ever seen a child cruelly kill a small animal? They can play birds alive. Human nature contains animal nature, and the world of children is actually full of cruelty.
One month after the incident of stealing the pen, Teacher Zhao trampled and humiliated me for the second time.
At that time, the whole class was doing self-study in the morning and the afternoon, and the students were all doing their homework with their heads down. Teacher Zhao was on the podium to correct yesterday's homework, and when he was changing it, she suddenly called my name: "Luo Qiqi!"
I stood up tremblingly and wondered if my homework was all wrong, but I didn't expect her to sneer and say, "The sun hits the west side, and none of your homework is wrong!"
My grades were not good, but that day, I don't know why I got all my math homework right. When I think about it, doing the right homework is always a good thing. Even if Teacher Zhao doesn't praise me, at least he shouldn't scold me again.
She asked, "Whose homework did you copy?"
I looked up in astonishment, and after a while, I replied, "I didn't copy the homework."
Teacher Zhao asked me two or three times, and I always said "no". She got impatient and called me to the podium.
When I walked one meter away from her, I stopped in fear and couldn't move my feet any more. She grabbed me and pulled me in front of her, pointed my finger at my workbook, and asked sharply, "What is this? Can you get this question right? Can you get this question right? If you can get these questions right, all the sows can climb the tree."
A few boys couldn't help laughing out loud. My face instantly became hot, and I was full of shame and anger. For the first time, I called out loudly: "It's me who did it right!"
In Teacher Zhao's heart, I have always been taciturn and submissive. She was stunned by my yelling, and I was also startled by myself.
After a moment, Teacher Zhao reacted and was aroused even more anger. She clenched her hands into fists and shoved my shoulders again and again: "You say it again! Do you have the courage to say it again?! You did it yourself. It's okay to not study well, it's just a problem with human intelligence, but you even have a problem with morality, stealing things, lying, and full of bad water."
Under her shove, my body staggered backward, and when it was about to exceed the length of her arm, she dragged me back smoothly and started a new round of shoving: "You say it again! Have the guts to say it again?! You didn’t copy it…”
I endured it in silence, letting her keep insulting me. I was like a chick in the hands of a child, unable to resist the torment imposed on me by fate. incline.
Below the podium are countless raised black heads, all kinds of eyes are condensed on me, some fear, some indifference, some contempt, some sympathy...
All of a sudden, I don't know why, I feel like I've had enough, I've had enough! I met Teacher Zhao's line of sight and said loudly, "I didn't copy the homework! I didn't copy the homework!"
Teacher Zhao was stunned.
I even challenged her authority in front of the whole class. She was a grumpy woman. At this time, she was so angry that she picked up my homework book and slapped me in the face, while the other hand was still pushing me: " I have taught so many students, but I have never seen such a bad student as you! You didn't copy these homework, my 'Zhao' is written backwards for you..."
I was pushed back step by step by her, until I was close to the blackboard, and she even chased me and called me. The whole world was shaking, I only saw the white flower workbook fanning over and over, and I was clinging to the blackboard with no way out, but I still shouted over and over again: "I just didn't copy it! I didn't copy it! I just didn't. copy… "
My voice got louder and louder, it had become a hoarse scream.
In the end, my workbook was smashed, and the paper fell apart and floated on the podium. Mr. Zhao had no tools for beating, so he had to stop. I still stared at Mr. Zhao stubbornly and shouted over and over again: "I just didn't copy! I just didn't copy..."
My thought was crazy at the time, you hit it! What can you do other than beat me because you are a teacher? If you have the guts, you'd better beat me to death here today!
I don't know if Teacher Zhao saw my madness in my eyes, but she stopped attacking anyway. After standing on the podium for a while, Teacher Zhao said viciously, "I can't teach a child like you! I'll call your parents!"
It was a strange feeling, although her expression was as severe as ever, I could sense her sternness. At that moment, the fear I had always had for her disappeared, and some were just disdain, so I sorted out my own. Hair, and snorted coldly: "Please! Teacher Zhao knows my father's phone number? If you don't know, you can ask me!" After she finished speaking, she walked off the podium without waiting for her to speak, walked back to her seat, and started to ping pong After tidying up his things, he packed his schoolbag, slung it over his shoulder, and left the classroom with a swagger.
The classmates all stared at me dumbfounded. This time, instead of bowing my head and avoiding their gazes like before, I walked away and stared back coldly one by one. Look! Don't you like watching it? Then I will let you see clearly and see enough! When my classmates saw my gaze swept towards them, they all avoided my gaze, but Zhang Jun did not avoid my gaze. He leaned reclining on the chair, leisurely turned the pen in his hand, looked at me calmly, the corner of his mouth. Like curved not curved.
When I walked out of the classroom, I was resolute and fearless, but when I actually escaped from the school that gave me countless humiliations, I was at a loss. The adults are at work, the children are at school, the streets are deserted, where can I go
With my schoolbag on my back, I walked sadly but lost, passing several game rooms. I know that there is a place strictly prohibited by the teachers and parents. The people gathered there are the "little bastards" in the eyes of the parents, "the gangster" in the mouth of the teacher, and the "underworld" in the mouth of the classmates. In the past, I would avoid it, but today , my courage seems infinite, I want to see it.
I picked the largest game room and walked in. The room was filled with a strong smell of smoke. Many boys were lying in front of the game machine, playing in full swing. Judging from their age, they ranged from junior high school students to high school students, and there were very few elementary school students. . They were all very attentive. When I saw a girl walking into the game room, although it was strange, she just looked up and concentrated on her game again.
In an instant, I fell in love with this smoky place, because here, no one looked at me with all kinds of eyes.
More than a decade ago, video games were relatively simple, nothing more than simple man-machine games such as jerking off a plane, navigating mazes, and killing monsters. I stood on the side and watched for a long time, but I didn’t understand why boys were so keen to jump with a machine gun. Jumping up and down to kill people, I felt bored, and when I heard someone cheering in the yard, I followed the sound and walked out through the side door.
There are two pool tables in the empty yard. A pool table was crowded and the crowd was so nervous that I learned later that it was gambling. The other one has only two players playing and one watching.
In order to attract business, the billiard tables of other stores are placed in front of the store, but this store's pool table is hidden in the store. I didn't think much about it at the time, I stood by the pool table with few people and watched it. One of the players leaned down and aimed the pole at the center of the ball. He smiled and said to the person watching the ball next to him: "The business is so good that even elementary school students come here with their schoolbags on their backs."
Another person who had just hit a shot noticed a person standing next to him, glanced up and down at me, and said, "Little sister, it's time for school, it's time to go home, or mom and dad will find you. skipped school."
He was quite tall, and he couldn't tell his age. Although he was glib, his expression was not frivolous. I also ate dynamite that day. No matter how good or bad they are, I just said something irritating: "Who is your sister? If you are short-sighted, go get a pair of glasses."
All three of them turned their heads to stare at me. The other player was about to speak, but he shrugged his shoulders and said to his companion, "Don't be serious with the children!" He bent down and continued to play, quickly set up his hands and tested the shot. , Aim, shot, a nice bottom pocket goal. He straightened up, put the club on his shoulders, and grinned at me as he looked for the next drop point, as if to ask, "Is this possible with myopia?"
The man in his twenties was standing by the pool table watching the ball. He bent down to pick up the beer on the ground. I saw the tattoos on his body and suddenly felt uneasy. He turned around and walked out without saying a word. .
I thought that Teacher Zhao would sue my parents viciously, and my parents would fix me, but when I got home, my father just gave me the homework that day and asked me to do it again. He watched me after I finished it. , let me go to dinner without saying anything. After dinner, the two of them whispered in the bedroom for a long time, presumably discussing what to do with me.
Before going to bed at night, my mother said softly, "No matter what the cause of the matter is, it's not right for you to contradict the teacher face to face. When you go to school tomorrow, apologize to Teacher Zhao. Also, this pen was bought by your father when he went to Beijing. Yes, I will give it to you now, and tell your parents what you want in the future."
I know that Teacher Zhao also told my parents about the last time I stole a pen, but my mother didn't know if it was because of my self-esteem or what. Wanting to say a few more words, my sister yelled "Mom" in the bathroom. My mother immediately got up, put the pen on the desk, and hurried out.
Listening to the laughter coming from the bathroom, I covered my head with a quilt. I didn't shed any tears when I was scolded and beaten by Teacher Zhao during the day, but now I don't know why, but tears started to flow down. If my grandfather was here, would he feel bad for me, would he tell Teacher Zhao with certainty that "Qiqi will never steal from others", and can I cry in his arms
3
I became a four-eyed panda
I hate that teacher, so I don't take his classes, and my grades are poor. Who is this revenge on
Children's resistance may be ridiculous and naive in the eyes of adults, but that is the only way we know, and it is so tragic and solemn that there is no turning back.
Although my mother told me to go and apologize to Teacher Zhao, I didn't go. I have no apology for this vicious old witch.