Unfortunately, this calm did not last long. Not long after the third class started, the homeroom teacher was called out. When he came back, he looked at Zheng Jiashu with a complicated expression, and said to him, "Go to the principal's office."
Zheng Jiashu closed the book, stood up, and the teacher asked him again: "Did you hit someone?"
"Did those people say that?"
"Do you know what you did? The parents of those students complained to the principal. Zheng Jiashu, Zheng Jiashu, what happened to you?"
Zheng Jiashu didn't speak, just glanced at the teacher, walked past him and walked out of the classroom. When passing by the classroom window, all the classmates in the class were looking at him, but he didn't squint, as if he had never existed in this place.
Zheng Jiashu's life was short and tragic. After Zheng's mother killed Fang Huai and committed suicide, he was left with only himself. After the funeral, he went back to school, but he couldn't learn anything. At the same time, the bad students teased him more and more. A male classmate pushed him down, knocked him down the steps of the toilet, and got several stitches on his head, so the parents quit and came to the school to make trouble.
But where does Zheng Jiashu have the money to compensate? It was useless for him to give the other party all the money left by his mother. For this reason, the principal invited him to talk and sexually assaulted this boy who was more beautiful than a girl with the reason that he might be expelled from school. From then on, Fang Huai died and a principal came in. Zheng Jiashu was able to stay in school, but his life was even more terrible.
The most frightening thing was that he had lost the idea of resistance during the long torment. Whether the principal plays with him alone or with others, Zheng Jiashu has completely become a well-behaved and obedient puppet. Living like this is no different from being dead.
Only this time, I'm afraid the headmaster won't be able to do what he wants.
Zheng Jiashu is good-looking, and all the teachers and students in the school know it. The boy was gentle and polite, and everyone liked him. But there are also some people who feel dirty when they see beautiful things, such as Fang Huai, the principal, and so many people Zheng Jiashu met after this.
He didn't last long. After graduating from the third year of junior high school, he thought he could run away from the principal and start over again, but who knew that he didn't even get into an ordinary high school and had no place to go. The principal also said that no matter where he wanted to escape to , I will not let him go.
The summer vacation of the third year of junior high school ended, and other students started their high school careers. Zheng Jiashu committed suicide in his dark and small room.
Quiet, unknown death.
No one mourns for him, no one sheds tears for him, he just dies. And the headmaster found a new beautiful boy again, continuing the dirty desire in his heart.
But Zheng Jiashu didn't deserve to die, at least he didn't deserve to die until he lived to be sixty years old. Yangshou is not over, so the male ghost only has more than a year. At the end of the third year of junior high school, he must complete the task, otherwise he will be judged to have failed the task. One year later, he will return his body to Zheng Jiashu, so he doesn't have enough time, because in Zheng Jiashu's memory, there are still many people who hurt him who have not appeared.
Entering the principal's office, Zheng Jiashu quietly looked at the dignified principal in a suit and leather shoes. He was about forty years old, his forehead was bald early due to too many banquets, he had a protruding beer belly, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. At this moment, he was staring at Zheng Jiashu seriously: "Do you know why I called you here?"
"I don't know." Zheng Jiashu wasn't afraid, even his voice was casual.
The principal deliberately frightened him: "You beat someone in the men's room, right?"
"No."
"No? My parents have sued me! Zheng Jiashu, Zheng Jiashu, I didn't see that you are so capable. Do you know that this is a serious offense? My parents said that I must persuade you to quit, otherwise I will sue you." Go to the Education Bureau!"
Zheng Jiashu was originally very well-behaved, but when he heard the principal say that, he suddenly laughed.
This is the third time he has laughed since he came to this world.
He laughed mockingly, he didn't even bother to deal with these people who were dirtier than the ghosts in the Wangchuan River, so he kicked away the chair in front of him, and immediately felt refreshed. Then he strode forward and punched the headmaster on the beer belly. How could the fat headed headmaster bear this punch? Bending over in pain, Zheng Jiashu kicked him away again, then stepped on his face, bent down, and put one hand on his knee: "What evidence is there that I hit someone? Who can prove it? You can’t believe the testimony of the school. After all, everyone knows that I am usually the one who is bullied, and I am innocent. What’s more, they don’t have any scars on their bodies. How could they have anything to do with me, principal, do you think so? ?”
The headmaster's glasses were crushed, and he still wanted to struggle. It was strange to say that Zheng Jiashu was a young man who looked weak, but he couldn't even move under his feet.
Zheng Jiashu reached out his hand to take out the mobile phone in his pocket, weighed it twice, and entered the power-on password under the principal's surprised and uncertain eyes, and his eyes were very satisfied. This old guy has a hobby and likes to take pictures. Zheng Jiashu used to have a lot of blockbuster films in his hands, but he also has the consciousness of dedicating himself to art, so he appeared in real life.
Looking at so many unsightly photos, Zheng Jiashu pretended to be surprised: "It turns out that the principal likes beautiful boys. It's a pity that I didn't know it. If I knew it earlier, I would have established a good relationship with the principal earlier." He clicked his tongue, He conveniently put the phone into his pocket, and even the power-on password is the one in Zheng Jiashu's memory, which is really surprising.
He let go of the principal's foot and took two steps back. The principal was free, got up from the ground with both hands and feet, and stared at Zheng Jiashu: "Give me back the phone!"
"How can I do that? I still want to stay in this school. If the phone is returned, how can I protect myself?" Zheng Jiashu said, and took out the phone from his pocket to play with. Mobile phones have become popular in this era, but they don't have as many functions as they will in a few years. "I need the principal's help with something, what do you say?"
"I won't let you drop out of school, and I will also solve the problems of those parents. Now you should return the phone to me, right?" Although Zheng Jiashu's force value exceeded his imagination, the principal was only a little shocked and nervous, not too nervous. care too much. He has been following Zheng Jiashu for a long time, and he knows what his weakness is, but he is only a fourteen-year-old kid, what can he do? If you say a word or two, you can deceive your hands.
It's a pity that the Zheng Jiashu he was facing was an evil ghost who had been tortured for a thousand years. Ghosts can see through people's hearts, and they can't hide their thoughts.
"Repay, of course I have to." Zheng Jiashu smacked his lips. "But until I'm happy."
He put the phone back into his pocket and closed the zipper, "The principal is useless, and you can't take it away. I can beat up a dozen people, and you are nothing."
He walked slowly towards the principal. The principal, who had lost his glasses, was a little scared and hurriedly backed away, but Zheng Jiashu grabbed his collar and punched him in the stomach. Zheng Jiashu shook his fist, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I wanted to do this a long time ago." He punched again.
He punched and punched, picking the places that are soft and not easy to leave scars, until he beat the principal until he vomited bile, and there seemed to be less hair on his head, then he stopped, let out a breath of intoxication, Stepped on the important part between the principal's legs with one foot, stomped down hard and spun.
And in time, he grabbed the cushion on the chair and stuffed it into the principal's mouth to prevent his painful cries from being heard. Zheng Jiashu even stared at the principal who had rolled his eyes extremely coldly, until he twitched and then remained motionless, then retracted his foot, turned and left the principal's office.
When I went out, I just rang the bell for the end of class. When I returned to the classroom, the head teacher asked with concern. Zheng Jiashu bowed to him: "Thank you teacher for your concern. The principal said it's none of my business. He will solve it and ask me Study hard, get good grades in the exam and win honor for the school."
The teacher in charge of the class was a little skeptical, Zheng Jiashu was a good boy, it was true that he never lied, but - the principal was not like the good person Zheng Jiashu said. But Zheng Jiashu acted as if he was swearing, so he believed it.
Sure enough, the matter of Zheng Jiashu's beating was soon resolved. No one believed that a child like Zheng Jiashu would beat someone, and there were so many, how could he be so thin and weak? Not only that, the school also severely criticized those students who love to bully their classmates, and even made a demerit for it, and told the parents that if there is another time, they will be persuaded to leave.
Finally, no one in the school could bully Zheng Jiashu anymore, especially those boys who had been taught a lesson by him. Seeing Zheng Jiashu walking around the road now, I don’t know whether he is convinced or not. Anyway, on the surface, he dared not What's wrong. The students also found that Zheng Jiashu has become different from before. If the former Zheng Jiashu was like water, warm and soft and even a little timid, then the current Zheng Jiashu is like a piece of ice.
He's still helpful and responsive, but it's just not the same as before.
Zheng's mother also found that her son has become more confident and mature, knowing what can and can't be done, and even helps her. She knew very well that it was the past experience that caused her son to grow up quickly, and her heart was sore and sad, but Zheng Jiashu's current state made her feel more at ease, the most important thing was being able to take care of herself, in case she was gone in the future, There is no need to worry about Zheng Jiashu anymore.
Every semester, the school will have a bursary project, the purpose of which is to support students from poor families. It is generally divided into two types: national bursaries and school bursaries. Before this, Zheng Jiashu had never been selected, because most of these places had already been determined by default, but this time was different. This time he not only received the national bursary, but the school bursary also ended up in his family.
This few thousand dollars is not a small sum, it is enough for the two of them to live a good life for a long time, and it is also the money that Zheng's mother can only earn by selling vegetables for half a year.
She carefully saved the money in the card. Now that Xiaoshu is still young, how much will it cost to go to university in the future? No matter what, she wants to make more money while she is still young. In the future, if I pay Xiaoshu's tuition, it's better to buy a house, and Xiaoshu will marry a wife and have a grandson for her to hug.
Thinking of the bright future, Zheng's mother no longer felt tired. Zheng Jiashu looked at his happy mother calmly, and said after eating the rice in the bowl, "Mom, tomorrow is the summer vacation. Let me go sell vegetables with you."
"How can I do that!" Mother Zheng refused without thinking. "You study hard at home!"
"I know those things. I will go to school the day after tomorrow to get the quality report. Mom, you will know how I did in the exam."
Mother Zheng wanted to pour cold water on seeing him determined to win: "Don't be too proud, everyone has said that modesty makes people progress, you child, don't get carried away just because you got a good grade, don't forget, You didn't do very well in the midterm exam."
Zheng Jiashu got up to clean up the dishes: "That was just a small mistake, there is nothing disgusting now, of course I can pass the exam." He pointed to his head. "Mom, don't you trust your precious son?"
For a motivated person, the future and dreams should not be crushed or destroyed.
Zheng's mother chuckled, "Let's leave it alone, you can go read."
"It's just washing the dishes." Zheng Jiashu avoided his mother's hand to get the dishes and went into the kitchen. After washing the dishes and chopsticks, he wiped them dry with a dry cloth, put them in the cupboard, wiped the table clean, covered the leftovers with a cover, walked behind Mother Zheng and massaged her shoulders. "Mom, let me go with you."
"You are still young and growing up. I said on TV the other day that children have to sleep well. I woke up at four o'clock in the morning. Can you get up?"
"Get up, I'll get up at three o'clock."
"That can't be done. You don't love yourself, but I love my son." Zheng's mother still shook her head, and her son's technique was very soothing, which effectively relieved her fatigue. Zheng Jiashu looked at his mother's rough hands and wrinkled face, and said softly, "Mom, I will let you live a good life in the future."
Zheng's mother smiled: "Okay, then I will wait for Xiaoshu to buy a big house for my mother in the future."
"Okay." Zheng Jiashu smiled slightly.
Zheng's mother changed the subject, and the mother and son chatted about the past few days. Zheng's mother thought she had made sense of her son, but the next morning, she got up yawning, and as soon as she arrived in the living room, she saw Zheng Jiashu Already sitting there looking at himself, with a smile on his face, and a ready breakfast on the table. Seeing her, the teenager smiled, "Good morning, Mom."
"Little tree..."
"I told you, I'm going to set up a stall with my mother." Zheng Jiashu got up to serve the meal. Their breakfast was simple, just porridge and steamed buns with pickles. The steamed buns were made by Zheng's mother, very thick and filling.
In the end, Mother Zheng didn't twist Zheng Jiashu, and she agreed reluctantly. She really couldn't bear Zheng Jiashu's hard work. Most mothers in this world love their children more than their own lives, and Mother Zheng is one of them.
She has to get up early every morning, first go to the wholesale market to find the freshest vegetables, and then use a tricycle to pull her to the vegetable market where she usually sets up a stall, then wash and arrange the dirt-filled vegetables with water, and then start a long day . It is best to sell all the vegetables in one day. If they cannot be sold, they will wither and become worthless the next day. The profit of vegetables is frighteningly low, and they are not sold out every day, so she does not earn much money, barely enough to eat and clothe, and it is impossible to live well.
Zheng Jiashu caused a sensation as soon as he appeared in the vegetable market with Zheng's mother. Although Zheng's mother is getting older, she can still see her beauty when she was young. Zheng Jiashu looks a lot like her, but she is a little more refined and delicate. Because of studying a lot, people always think that this child is very good. After all It's hard to say how good it is, but it's good.
Mother Zheng smiled happily. The stall owners on the left and right greeted her and praised her child for being beautiful and well-behaved. What surprised Mother Zheng was that she thought that with Zheng Jiashu's personality, she would definitely not be able to integrate into such a messy vegetable market, but she didn't expect this child to be very sweet and hardworking. In just one morning, all the vendors around They were full of praise for Zheng Jiashu, and they all said that they would educate their disobedient children when they went home, and asked them to learn from Zheng Jiashu.
Zheng Jiashu was washing the melons by the faucet, looking at Zheng's mother from time to time. She is such a kind and simple woman, she will smile happily when others praise his son, which makes Zheng Jiashu's eyes extra soft, he likes these beautiful people, although he can't get back his memory, but seeing these When a good person is happy, his heart is sweeter than eating honey.
Morning and evening are the best time for business, and noon is normal. But even though there is a shed, the sun is very strong in summer, and the vegetables will soon become wilted. Mother Zheng is a little anxious, but there is no use in worrying.
Because Zheng Jiashu came with her today, Mother Zheng, who usually ate steamed buns with pickles, took Zheng Jiashu to a restaurant once in a while. After leaving the vegetable market, there was a small street with a lot of food for sale. She took Zheng Jiashu to a wonton shop and ordered thirty wontons. She stopped after eating two and watched Zheng Jiashu eat.
Zheng Jiashu calmly ate about ten of them, reasoning that he had a stomachache and didn't want to eat any more. Mother Zheng felt distressed when she saw the remaining dozen or so. She was actually hungry a long time ago. Carrying vegetables takes a lot of energy. She didn't forget to care about Zheng Jiashu when she was eating: "Xiaoshu, does your stomach still hurt? Mom will buy you rice cakes later. There is a seller of rice cakes outside. Everyone agrees to eat them."
Zheng Jiashu smiled and said, "I'm full." He patted his stomach as he spoke, "If I eat any more, I'm going to explode."
Mother Zheng laughed. Seeing the sweat on her forehead and nose, he took out a handkerchief and wiped it for her.
It was sold for another afternoon, until the evening, when people were off work, and the vegetable market became lively again. Zheng Jiashu had a quick mind and calculated the money very quickly. Often, he would already tell the number as soon as Zheng's mother agreed, and the people who bought vegetables would also be in a hurry. Surprisingly, he is too eye-catching standing in the vegetable market. The fourteen-year-old boy is tall and elegant. The corners of the eyes and brows seem to have sunshine.
So many people came to buy from Zheng's mother. This was probably the fastest time for Zheng's mother to close the stall. Not only were all the dishes sold out, but they also returned home two hours earlier than usual. She was very happy, holding the money in her hand, she cleared up the booth and was about to take Zheng Jiashu to buy clothes.
She had wanted to buy it for her child long ago, but she never had any money left, and she didn't dare to spend it recklessly. The clothes she wore were the clothes that Rabu made herself several years ago, and the colors faded after washing.
She was riding a tricycle, and Zheng Jiashu was sitting in the car. The mother and son rode home slowly along the street in the summer evening. On the way, they went to a clothing store. Mother Zheng bought two new T-shirts for Zheng Jiashu, looking at the beautiful child Wearing new clothes, Mother Zheng smiled and narrowed her eyes, as if the fatigue of the whole day dissipated in an instant.
After dinner in the evening, Zheng Jiashu went to the yard to pick up the watermelon chilled in the well water and cut it open. The old electric fan was whistling and whistling, and the crickets could be heard outside the house. He sat with his mother. Watch TV in a chair.
The next day he had to go back to school to get his report card and quality report, so he couldn't set up a stall with Zheng's mother. Mother Zheng originally thought that she could do it alone today, but who knew that Zheng Jiashu would come again before the morning was over.
She became anxious when she saw it: "Why did you come back so quickly? You don't have to go to school in the afternoon?"
"Just take the report card. We'll have forty days off." Zheng Jiashu said as he took the apron and put it on, and handed the report card to his mother. "look."
Mother Zheng wiped her hands on the apron, took the report card handed over by Zheng Jiashu, her eyes lit up, and she immediately smiled. The stall owners who were able to chat next to him also came over curiously, making sounds of surprise and admiration.
"Xiaoshu's grades are so good!"
"Full marks!"
"If only my little bastard was half as sensible as Xiaoshu!"
…
Mother Zheng's face was full of smiles, she kept the report card close to her body, and said to Zheng Jiashu: "Although you did well in the exam, you can't be proud, be humble—"
"Humility makes people walk. I remember my mother, and I won't be proud." Zheng Jiashu said, casually smiling at an aunt passing by. It turned out that the smile was so pretty that the aunt walked over and pushed the bicycle backwards to weigh some potatoes.
Zheng Jiashu smiled, and when he smiled, he would reveal a very cute little canine tooth. Mother Zheng brought the scale over, and he had already learned how to use it. After finding the change, he didn't forget to smile and wave goodbye to his aunt.
Although setting up a stall and selling vegetables can also make money, it is too tiring and hard work, and the profit is too thin. Zheng Jiashu said that he wanted his mother to live a better life.