A male student named Andre closed his book and waved his hands vigorously, saying, "If you want to listen to her, then listen to her. I won't listen anyway. We've all been taught in class that she is a descendant of feudal aristocrats. I don't want to be mixed up with her. The god of nature said that the sons of tigers and leopards must be vicious, and the sons of goats must be quiet. She is a slave, what is it? Yes, the daughter of a noble who enslaved us, how can she be a good thing? In the past, would she have looked at us? If we dare to sit at the same table with her, we will definitely be hanged."
"But she's not a noble now. Didn't Teacher Crete say that we can't look down on her?" another girl named Mara whispered.
"How can it be so easy? The day before she was living in a room with a bed bigger than my house, and the next day she is not?" A girl named Rosa said dissatisfiedly, "My father died two years ago. He was dragged by the baron to do errands and died of exhaustion. The teachers are right. This is the sin of their noble family. I can't forgive such a descendant of a noble family!"
Jenny was thirteen years old after all, which was equivalent to a junior high school student on Earth. Her relatively comfortable life before made her a little naive. She had never thought that someone would talk to her like this before. These two sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys and girls talked to her like this, which made her stunned. She stammered, "But, I just want to help you review..."
"Is it really that rare?" Rosa was still relentless. "I'd rather not know a word than have your help! You guys all pretend to be kind on the surface, but your hearts are worse than anyone else's!"
How could these people be like this
Jenny sat in the classroom blankly, tears began to well up in her eyes. She pursed her lips tightly, but for some reason she didn't want to let the tears fall, "I..."
She said one word, but was choked up and couldn't finish the rest.
She turned her head and glanced at the door. The thought of running away kept circling in her mind.
Andre turned his head away and said, "What's the point of crying? Do you think that if you pretend to be tearful, others will let you go?"
"That's right, who are you pretending to be pitiful for!" Rosa said with disgust.
Doris also had no good feelings towards Jenny, not only because Jenny's brother insulted and killed her sister, but also because she had a genuine dislike for Jenny following behind Crete every day.
However, at this moment, when she saw Andre and Rosa constantly mocking and attacking this petite girl, she suddenly felt a sense of empathy. Not long ago, her sister died tragically, her father and brother were severely injured, and she had no one to rely on in the whole town. She didn't even dare to hide in her relatives' house for a long time, for fear that someone would report her to the Baron's Mansion. How similar were these nightmare-like days to the current situation of the girl in front of her
It was a feeling of being trapped in a forest in the dark night. At that time, she longed for someone to hold her hand and lead her out of the darkness.
Doris was convinced she had done nothing wrong.
But if I was not wrong, then what was Jenny's fault
The tears rolling down the girl's eyes touched the softest part of her heart.
Just when Jenny was about to burst into tears and run away, a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders. It was Doris, who asked, "Have you ever envied them? Rosa, Mara, have you ever envied the two ladies of the Baron's family? Have you ever thought about what it would be like if I was born in a Baron's family? Have you ever thought about how beautiful their beautiful clothes would look on me?"
Rosa and Mara were surprised by Doris's behavior. They all thought that Doris had always hated the Baron family the most. All her brothers and sisters died because of the Baron family. Rosa was puzzled and asked, "Doris, what are you talking about?"
"That's what I thought. I really hope to be a lady like them. I wonder what kind of person I would become if I were born in a baron's family. The best I could do is to be like Jenny, right? It would be great if I didn't cause any harm to others.
What about you, Andre? You like to flirt with girls in town. If you were the baron's son, could you resist using the power in your hands
What about you? Rosa, what will you become? Will you come to help the people in the town? Will you be willing to help the villagers learn to read?"
Andre stammered, "Doris, what do you want to say? I don't understand."
"I want to say that we are actually the same as Jenny. If we switch places, we won't necessarily do better than her. What can we be proud of? Why can we say that about her?"
“I think Doris is right. She has a lot of truth to her words,” Mara agreed.
"But." Andre wanted to say something.
"Why so many buts!" Doris had done so many things in the Women's Association, and she was much more powerful than before. "I have said everything I need to say. Today, those who are willing to listen to Jenny's lecture can stay, and those who are not willing to listen can leave. No one should continue to complain here. Anyway, I will stay. What do you think, Mara?"
"Oh, I do. I really do."
"Andre, what about you?"
Andre was just left behind, feeling unhappy, and wanted to vent his anger by bullying others. He didn't understand much of those forced words, but he didn't want to offend Doris, so he scratched his head and said, "I...I, okay."
"If you stay, you have to apologize!" Doris pressed the issue again.
Andre was a bachelor, and he had practiced the self-criticism process in the mutual aid group a lot these days. He said without hesitation: "Jenny, I apologize."
He looked at Doris's staring eyes and added, "We shouldn't mix you with your father. You are yourself. You are kind enough to help us study. I shouldn't say that about you."
Doris looked at Rosa again: "What do you say?"
Rosa looked at the people around her. She felt a little embarrassed because of what she had said just now. She stood up and said, "I don't want her to teach me!" Then she left the classroom in a hurry.
Doris turned her head and held Jenny's shoulders with both hands, "Jenny, Rosa and Andre are different. Andre just follows others and talks nonsense, but Rosa really has hatred in her heart. Are you willing to forgive them both?"
"Yeah. I understand. Later, I finally had the chance to find out what my family had done. I never knew they treated me like this, and would treat you like that. I, I have no reason not to forgive Andre and the others. I am willing." Jenny nodded again and again, big tears sliding down her eyes, one after another flowing down her cheeks, unstoppable.