"Symbiotic relationship means that two organisms live together for mutual benefit. Without each other, life will be greatly affected, and even death." The biology teacher's voice is hoarse but loud, like cicadas singing outside the window, and every sound is due diligence.
The hot sunset slanted into the classroom and drew a line of light and dark. Chen Nian sat on the dividing line between light and darkness. The whole person is quiet.
The sun shrouded the velvet hair on her forehead, golden, and she squinted, her eyelashes dark and long, resisting the light in vain.
A shadow loomed over. It was the head teacher, followed by two police officers.
The classroom was suddenly silent.
"Chen Nian," the head teacher stood at the door. The always dignified person was rarely pleasant and beckoned to her, "Come out."
Chen Nian looked at the two in uniform, his face changed slightly.
She glanced at the empty seat in front of her, finally put down the mechanical pencil, and pulled the school uniform skirt stuck to her leg when she got up.
The biology teacher and the whole class saluted her and sent her out. Her eyes disappeared, her ears followed, and the hairs in the ear holes stood up, wanting to hear something fresh.
The head teacher patted Chen Nian's thin shoulder and reassured: "Don't be nervous, just ask you a few questions."
One looked serious, and the other was very young and smiled at her gently, with dimples.
Chen Nian nodded and silently followed the head teacher to the office. After walking a few steps, the head teacher looked back at the waiting students in the room, and scolded, "Let's go to class!"
When I got to the office and sat down, the air-conditioning air-conditioning burrowed into my pores like a bug.
The head teacher looked determined, looked at Chen Nian, and asked, "Chen Nian, you should know why these two police officers came here?"
"I know... I know... I know." Chen Nian has a stuttering problem, but he is not particularly nervous. His pale face is due to his natural thin skin.
The younger official Jing was sympathetic to her and asked, "Do you know that we are here because of Hu Xiaodie's fall from the building?"
Chen Nian nodded, his dark eyes staring at him.
"We don't ask others, we come to ask you, you know why?"
"I was on duty that day... on duty."
"That day, Hu Xiaodie, you, and two other classmates were on duty together. After cleaning, those two left first. When they left, only you and Hu Xiaodie were left in the classroom."
Chen Nian nodded.
"You said you left before Hu Xiaodie?"
Chen Nian nodded again.
"Did Hu Xiaodie share any information with you that day?"
Chen Nian shook his head, his eyes were black and white.
"Have you noticed anything unusual about her?"
Still shaking his head.
Another interjected: "Can you tell us about Hu Xiaodie's state when there were only two of you in the classroom that day?"
"It's all written in... in the pen... in the transcript."
The head teacher interjected: "It's really difficult for this child to speak. I asked it once last time, and it was recorded."
Chen Nian quietly glanced at the head teacher.
The other party thought about it and asked, "You said, you didn't see Hu Xiaodie after school that day, so you went back first?"
Chen Nian nodded.
A week ago, security patrols found a pool of blood on the floor tiles in front of the teaching building, and Hu Xiaodie's body was broken inside.
Hu Xiaodie was the school flower, and had the ugliest way to die.
Jing Fang initially concluded that it was suicide. But the cause of the suicide remains unclear.
There is no other problem, the head teacher asked Chen Nian to go back to class.
Chen Nian walked out of the air-conditioned room, and a layer of sweat came up, like a layer of plastic wrap.
She looked at the bright white sunlight, as if she saw Hu Xiaodie's milky white body, and a cold air came up from the soles of her feet.
Hot and cold.
After walking a few steps, someone behind her called her: "Chen Nian."
It was the young officer Jing who handed her a business card. He smiled, his eyes were very deep, as if he could penetrate something: "My surname is Zheng. If you need help in the future, call me."
Chen Nianxin nodded and nodded.
Walking into the classroom, as if pressing the mute button, the ballpoint pen and the workbook are all silent and convulsed. As if unknown, Chen Nian walked to his seat. Among the dozens of eyes, there was a particularly sharp one, and he wanted to put a hole on her body.
Chen Nian glanced at Wei Lai, who was sitting in the back row. Those lined eyes looked particularly deep, with a cold-blooded threat.
Chen Nian sat back in the chair. Zeng Hao, a classmate diagonally in front of her, pinched her leg under the table. Chen Nian reached out to touch it, and took a note from her hand that said, "What did they ask you? "
Chen Nian was silent, looked at Hu Xiaodie's empty seat in front of him, and swept the surrounding people with his peripheral vision.
There was suddenly one less person in the class, but everyone was not affected much, only Hu Xiaodie's friend Zeng Hao cried from time to time.
The rest are mostly discussions, more curious and puzzled than melancholy;
Or bewildered, seventeen or eighteen-year-old life is full of mystery.
One of the characteristics and benefits of teenagers is that they are forgetful and can move forward easily.
The students who were whispering a second ago are now quiet, their eyes are hungry, their eyes are lit up with dozens of pairs of light bulbs, and they are staring at the wall clock on the wall above the blackboard—
One minute countdown to school!
Small talk is not allowed in class, but after school is like opening a bird cage. Students who usually do not follow the rules transfer the countdown from their hearts to their mouths, and openly challenge the teacher: "20... 19..."
Gradually, following the flow, like a swarm of bees from far to near.
Biology teachers can't be more clear about the convergence of biology and the effect of ethnic groups, but they are helpless and unwilling to put down their textbooks.
More and more students join the countdown: "13... 12... "
Chen Nian's heart beat with the beat of the boys like a drum. She had put away her schoolbag under the desk, just waiting for the bell to rush out of the classroom.
In the hot evening, sweat oozes from her nose.
The biology teacher asked without giving up: "In addition to symbiosis, parasitism, and competition, what else is there between the interspecies relationships of living things?"
The whole class responded excitedly: "Predation!"
"prey!"
"Ding bell bell~" the get out of class bell detonated the classroom, making noise, tables and chairs colliding,
Chen Nian strode out of the classroom, making sure that she was out of sight. She sprinted, ran across the corridor, and bent into the stairwell. The white canvas shoes alternated on the stairway in a panic.
Her calf is very thin, I'm afraid it will break if she can't bear the speed.
Several boys rushed past her whistling, Chen Nian turned a blind eye, ran hard, and turned back from time to time, as if there were some invisible evil spirits behind her who were taking her life, prey.
After the bell sang after class, her white school uniform and skirt had disappeared at the school gate.
Chen Nian ran all the way home and ran to the alley near his home.
Heart beating like a drum, she wiped the sweat from her mouth and tightened the straps of her schoolbag.
The bluestone alley is shrouded in the sunset, like an oil painting, a few wisps of greasy shredded green pepper and pork fragrance waft from the courtyard wall.
Ping ping pong pong, is the spatula beating the iron pot, and punching and kicking.
In the corner, a group of gangsters were beating people, and the boy in the white T-shirt was curled up on the ground, not resisting or making a sound.
Chen Nian lowered his head and walked by holding his breath.
The group of people swears and swears.
Chen Nianmu passed by quickly without squinting, turned around and took out his mobile phone, only to press two keys, and someone grabbed the back collar.
She was dragged into the crowd like a chicken cub.
He had to bow his head under the eaves, and Chen Nian buried his head in his chest.
The little bastard patted her face twice: "Little bitch, who do you call?"
Chen Nian lowered his eyelids: "I... my mother."
The other party grabbed her wrist and twisted it, and the number "11" was displayed on the screen.
"110?" A slap in the face, "Fuck. Your mother B, courting death!"
Chen Nian fell on the white T-shirt, her cheeks were hot, she regretted it. She shouldn't be busy. It's none of her business to hurt someone and kill someone.
"What JB stuff!" The man was about to kick, but the other waved to stop him, squatted down, grabbed her ponytail and forced her to look up.
Chen Nian saw that this bastard was still wearing a school uniform on his waist. He was her peers, but separated by an insurmountable gap, like a natural enemy, belonging to different species.
He raised his chin and pointed to the boy in the white T-shirt who was beaten: "You know him?"
He pulled Chen Nian's hair and twisted her head over, Chen Nian bumped into a pair of dark eyebrows, hidden in the twilight, unable to see his emotions.
"I don't know..." Chen Nian said with difficulty, "I don't know."
"Don't know?" The gangster held her chicken coop-like hair and shook her head, "Don't know you and meddle in your business?"
"I don't care anymore." Chen Nian's voice was very small, with real regret and a weak begging for mercy.
She lowered her eyes, not daring to look into the eyes of the boy in the white T-shirt.
The bastard was bored for a while, and he was unwilling to let her go, so he became more motivated: "Why do you want to save him if you don't know him? Ah?" It seemed that she really cared about her reasons.
Chen Nian: "I don't know."
She noticed something wrong.
"Do you think he looks good?"
Chen Nian was silent, there was no answer in his mind. The pair of eyes just now, his eyes were pressing, and for a moment, it was enough for her to judge that he was a good-looking boy. But she hadn't seen it before.
"Of course he's good-looking, and he's a famous beauty in our city." They exchanged glances, smiling maliciously and obscenely, "A lot of people lined up to get on her bed, fuck..."
"Maybe it'll be my turn. I fucking thought about going in from the back..."
Chen Nian gritted his teeth, the shame that did not belong to her exploded on her face. She even dared not look at the boy in the white T-shirt. They finally finished laughing and grabbed Chen Nian's collar:
"Do you have money?"
"what?"
"He has no money, do you have money?"
It turned out to be a bully student who was bullying and stealing money. Chen Nian's family was not good and he couldn't bear the money, but he was afraid that they would search his body. He finally took out seventy dollars with red eyes and said in a low voice, "This is the only thing."
The other party scolded "poor force" in dissatisfaction and took the money away. If you think you have less money, you have to find some psychological balance to prove that your courage is greater than 70 yuan.
"Come on. You saved him and rewarded you for kissing him."
Chen Nian was stunned, pushed it away, and got up with his hands on the ground. A few thugs stepped forward and pushed her to the ground with all her hands and feet. She became a miserable underdog.
Shame, humiliation; but what is humiliation
Chen Nian screamed, struggled, and resisted; the boy in the white T-shirt narrowed his eyes and looked at her coldly, but made no movement.
Her mouth slammed into his, soft lips, against hard teeth.
Steaming.
She was held down on the back of her head, and the two were crushed into the dust. The gangsters laughed happily and clocked to 110.
She gave up resistance, tears falling on his face one by one.
The white T-shirt looked at her quietly, without the slightest sound.