"One two one! One two one!"
The whistle of the physical education teacher on the playground, mixed with a crowd of student chants, spread throughout the campus in the midsummer afternoon.
The cicadas cried, the wind blew the treetops, the sound of rustling, and a hint of coolness gradually entered the boy's ears and opened a page in the textbook.
Some yellowed notebooks were already full of words, and the shaggy-haired young man stared out the window in a daze.
The hair seems to have not been taken care of for a long time, and it grows wildly. Children’s hair always grows faster. However, among the forty or fifty pupils in the classroom, he is the only one with heavy long hair. It seems that the cheeks are smaller.
On the contrary, that face is enough to be called exquisite, not only handsome, but also a touch of heroism, even if he is lost now and his hairstyle is so messy, but one glance is enough to be surprised!
But contrary to this handsome and extraordinary face, his clothes can no longer be said to be plain, but torn.
The light blue T-shirt on her body has been washed and faded, and the size is completely inconsistent with the eleven-year-old elementary school student. It is loose and loose. It was originally half sleeves but it is almost reaching the forearm. The next one is a fat seven-pointer. The trousers are barely tied to the waist by a black rope, and the style is full of old-fashioned.
All this completely concealed the boy's original heroic spirit, especially the long hair that reached his shoulders, which had already somewhat blocked his eyes.
Through the shredded hair, you can see that the young man's eyes are gray, none of them is as exciting as he should be at this age, and his white face faces the window without emotion.
He didn't have the childishness of his classmates, his weak shoulders seemed to be crushed by fat clothes, and some collapsed down, as if he had an extremely heavy load on his shoulders.
However, what kind of pressure does an eleven-year-old boy have
"The two cities A and B are 445 kilometers apart. A passenger car and a truck travel from A and B at the same time. The passenger car travels 45 kilometers per hour and the truck 40 kilometers per hour..."
The female teacher’s dumb voice returned in the quiet teacher. The classmates in the afternoon were a little sleepy. No one wanted to go to the math class at this time. Perhaps it was for this reason that the teacher’s voice gradually became sharp When I got up, some of the students in the back row were awakened as soon as they were about to fall asleep.
Until, the teacher's words, she seemed to have found something, furious.
A chalk head seemed to be a precise bullet in her hand, and it was thrown fiercely at the head of the tranced young man. At the same time, an angry shout like thunder on the dry land, completely awakened the silence of the afternoon!
"Yan Yan! If you can listen, just get out of school if you don't want to go to school!"
The young man named Yan Yan turned his head and caught the powerful piece of chalk with his head and hit his temple.
It hurts!
Yan Yan did not exclaim, but frowned slightly, then glanced at the teacher who was constantly insulting, grabbed the chalk that had slipped into the palm of his hand, stood up, and walked to the podium.
He bowed deeply at the teacher who was still pointing his nose at him, apologetically returned the chalk to the desk, bowed his head and said "I'm sorry."
He understands the teacher’s anger. He is at fault for slipping in class. If it weren’t for the sixth grade and leaving school today, he would have to keep an eye on and stop an acquaintance to pick up his remaining textbooks. This kind of thing would not happen. Up.
"What's wrong with your hair? I've told you more than five times. Today is the last time. I don't want to see this messy hair again before class tomorrow!
Don't feel complacent because you are the first age. You are only in the fifth grade of elementary school. Now that you have a small grade, you have no respect. What kind of genius and prodigy do you think you are? "
The female teacher was a little unreasonable. Yan Yan was carried like a plaything by her, and she ridiculed her. She pressed her hands on his hair and kept cursing his hairstyle.
There was no inferiority or anger on Yan Yan's downturned face. He just felt that the teacher was a bit too much today.
However, if his hair is so long, he wants to keep it and sell it, and strive to exchange it for more money. After all, in his opinion, selling hair for money is a cost-free and profitable thing.
"When will you be able to pay for your books? The director has talked to me several times. When will your mother come back?"
Yan Yan understood. It turned out that the teacher used the topic to play the role, and it was also pressure or reprimand from the above, and he had nowhere to vent, so he had to count it on his head.
The teacher didn't mention Yan Yan's father. Everyone knew that his father was a drunkard who didn't have a family every day. The only thing that took care of his life was the mother who worked outside.
No one wants to be ridiculed and teased like a monkey in the crowd. Although Yan Yan is not angry, he also feels a little embarrassed.
He bowed deeply again and apologized to the teacher and said, "I'm sorry, I will make up that 12.7 yuan tomorrow."
The teacher is also tired of scolding. If it weren’t for the perennial first student to raise the class’s ranking, she would have endured enough with this special student, waved her hand, and couldn’t hide the disgust in her eyes. .
Yan Yan then slowly walked to his seat amidst the roar of laughter. There was still no expression on his face. He had experienced too many similar things. Now these are just commonplace meals, but it makes him look a little bit off. A lot.
Seeing him back to his seat, the little girl at the same table moved to the other side of the table, looked at Yan Yan's hair, and mumbled: "I don't know how often it will be washed, whether there are lice..."
Yan Yan listened to his ears and rubbed his hair subconsciously. He only remembered that he had left for two or three months. Although it was a little messy, he still cleaned it regularly. However, he didn't explain much about the female classmate's acrimonious words. , Looked at the math problem on the blackboard again.
On the other side, he paid close attention to the school bell that would ring at any time. He wanted to stop his acquaintances before leaving school in the sixth grade, and tried to get the textbooks for the next year, so that he could save some money.
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The stern words in the wind and snow were no longer cold, as if he had clearly stated to the newspaper that he was willing to face fate, a fire began to burn in his heart, keeping him in a state of not being frozen to death.
His memory began to passively, manipulated by some unknown force, allowing him to empathize with, experiencing, and experiencing some reality again.
A piece of snow fell on Yan Yan's face and turned into water droplets for a short while, but this time it did not freeze on his face, but slipped off as snow water.
Standing in the lonely winter snowfield, Yan Yan looked up towards the horizon with his hands half-turned. There was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. He did not feel any pressure from the newspaper.
Perhaps at that age, facing humiliation and embarrassment, he would have a little shame and low self-esteem, but those little things had no effect on the stern words at the moment.
He didn't move, and gently opened his lips and let out a cold breath: "Is it just that? Newspaper, fast forward, let's get something real..."
The snow in the sky suddenly became even more eloquent after he finished saying this. A large amount of goose feathers and heavy snow dyed his hair white, his lips became stiff, and the smile was fixed on his face.
The newspaper, after hearing his ridicule, lowered the temperature again, and at the same time, as solemnly wished, he began to have more embarrassing memories!
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"Your mother hasn't paid the money recently. I have delayed it for you for three days. Do you have a way to contact her?"
In the dilapidated brick house, the windows wrapped in plastic sheets were hunted by the wind. This rental house obviously couldn't withstand the already cold autumn and winter.
The landlord uncle was standing in the house wrapped in clothes and still felt a little trembling. He looked at the black face, holding the stove hook and finally started burning the coal, his face was a little cold.
The young boy’s busy figure was a little weak, looking at the poor briquettes, a little unwilling, but wrapped in a quilt and still feeling cold, he knew that if he didn’t burn coal, he might get sick, and he would be sick again. It's a big expense.
With his little swollen hands, he threw two briquettes into the stove, added a handful of stalks, and finally added some corn cobs, barely supporting the weak fire.
After finishing all this, the boy turned around, tightened the bedding on his body, and said apologetically to the uncle landlord: "I'm really sorry, maybe my mother has been busy lately. I forgot that there is still my son. I believe she will be soon I will make up for you when I think of it."
"you!"
The landlord's uncle was gagged by the incomprehensible words of the teenager, and he couldn't drive such a small child out of the house this winter, especially when his feelings were pitiful, and the people around him would make irresponsible remarks.
He hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the young man with a sullen face, "I'm so unlucky to rent the house to you, and give you three more days, just three days!"
The boy thanked him and watched the landlord push open the creaking old wooden door and walk into the wind.
But at the moment of leaving, he still left a sentence, "Be careful when you sleep, don't get gas poisoned."
Shaoyoung sighed, shrank his shoulders, rubbed his hands, and returned to the tukang. He picked up a book and started flipping through it, but in his heart he was thinking, next if his mother didn't pay for living expenses, Where should he go to make some money.
After all, the weather now no longer supports him to go out and pick up waste.
It was also at this time that the wooden door that had just been closed was suddenly violently pushed open from the outside, and a gust of wind blew out the stove that had just risen, and a large amount of black smoke began to come out of the stove and quickly spread throughout the house!
Yan Yan didn't look up, but slowly closed his eyes and sighed lightly, regretting the two briquettes in his heart.
"Little boy, where did you go? Buy some vegetables for Lao Tzu!"
A rough and frantic word filled with alcohol was even more biting than a cold wind.
But the wind can hide, how can the human heart avoid it? What's more, that man is still a strict biological father...
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PS: This is an artistic life. All the characters that appear do not represent reality. Yan Yan itself is not a real persona. His past is a tragedy, but it has also made him tough. (End of this chapter)