My mom was in love when she was young.
One person worked two jobs for my dad to go to college, and as a result, my dad came back, got a civil servant, and dumped her.
The reason is simple and well-founded:
1. Company sister VS civil servant who is no longer worthy;
2. Life is a running track, two people who are in love, and when one runs and the other runs, the quick one will leave behind.
In my father’s eyes, my mother was in place, and they were already in different classes, with no common language.
My mom wouldn’t want to be dumped, she was in a rental room, she was yelling, saying my dad was a white-eyed wolf, and she didn’t agree to break up.
“Breaking up is never a matter of two people, just one person, you’re broken up. I’m sorry.
“But we are married! We are married! Not a boyfriend or a girlfriend! I’m sorry.
My dad was laughing and spread a hand:
“Men and wife? Marriage certificate? I’m sorry.
One.
My mom was blinded.
They had a wedding party in the country, but they didn’t get a marriage license! I hear a lot of people in the area do.
She had little education, less legal knowledge and no idea what to do by legal means. After a few days of crying in the rental house, he actually let my father go.
In those years, she paid for her youth and money, and my father said, “I failed you, I owe you first, I double my debt later.”
My mother no longer had to raise a man, lost the incentive to earn money and went back home from the coastal city with grief.
Half a month later, she found me in her belly.
She called my dad, and my dad’s phone has been shut down.
I don’t know what my mom thinks. She didn’t knock me out.
After many years, she went from a small store selling sour powder and sweet water to having her first shop, her second shop…
With hard work, we girls get past it.
My mom was always single, and my family and friends were neighbors.
She said:
“Men are scum!”
She said:
“It’s not good to be alone? You think you can’t find a man? I’m sorry.
She said:
“Ding-Ding, you have to learn and work hard when you grow up! Men will fail you, but business won’t. I’m sorry.
I think so.
Two.
My name is White Tinker Bell.
White is my mother’s last name, Tinker Bell because she likes windbells and the sound of Tinker Bell.
When I was born, my mother gave me that name when there was a faded wind bell in the room.
The name is free enough, but my mother’s education is never free.
When our family was still a mobile shopkeeper, she saved money and bought me books.
I remember, under the darklight, my mom was busy doing business, and I sat next to a little chair to read, and the fly bugs jumped on books from time to time.
I’m afraid to get my book dirty or kill the fly bug.
Those mid-summer nights, I’m always reading while waving at them.
I remember that there were guests or other stall owners who said I liked to study and would definitely be the best. My mom likes to listen to it and always laughs, “I love reading.”
For the sake of her face, my vanity is greater, and I am strong and good.
Not just in school, but outside.
From elementary school to high school, painting, dancing, numbers…
Young pioneers, good class, three-best students, class leaders, class leaders, class leaders…
I lived the way my mother and I wanted.
Until…
The first semester of the second year of high school.
The headmaster suddenly removed me from the class and replaced him with his favorite child.
3
Her name is Song Shui. She’s a new intern.
On the first day of school, she bowed her head and followed the headmaster into the classroom.
The classroom boiled, and the boys in the back were whistling from the dark jab to the open shout, “Beautiful!
The class teacher laughed at us:
“Don’t scare the new classmates. She doesn’t know the school well. I’m sorry.
And the boy boiled again and folded: “Yes! Don’t worry. “The new students are on us!” I’m sorry.
The headmaster is satisfied with the location.
“From the big cities, you’ve seen the world, you’ve done better, and from now on she is the head of the class. I’m sorry.
When the cheers disappeared, the students looked at me.
The headmaster’s down, looking at me:
“Ding is a vice-chairman, helping her to get acquainted as soon as possible. I’m sorry.
I’m not feeling well.
Who knows how good she is and why she’s the captain?
I must have looked bad and not stood up.
Look at me and say:
“How hard is it to admit that people are good?”
“There must be one of us. I’m sorry.
Knock me in words.
I put up with it, and then I bowed to the authority of the headmaster:
“Yes, sir, I’ll do my best to help. I’m sorry.
That feeling…
It’s like eating a dead fly.
4
Song Shuu-il is also a man, and after class, she came to my desk with her term Aida.
“Standmaster…”
I looked up at her.
She bites down her lips, white and clean, and she looks like she’s crying.
Green tea.
What do you mean? I didn’t bully you, did I? I’m sorry.
I’m sick of this in front of my class!
“None. Her voice is like a mosquito, “Ding, Chief, I didn’t mean to rob your seat. I just got here. I don’t know anything. Don’t get mad.
“It’s Mr. Chung, he didn’t say anything to me, or we’ll talk to him and ask him to give you back his seat…”
She’s honest.
I think I heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
I’m just complaining about what the class teacher has decided, and now I’m talking about it? I’m afraid the teacher didn’t fall to the 19th floor of hell?
I looked at her, looked at General.
This little girl!
She’s making it quieter in the classroom.
The whole class is watching this.
Song Shui-il cried and his voice was loud:
“I didn’t mean to do it, Tinker Bell. I’ll give you the captain back. Don’t be mad at me.
It’s so hard to get out of the shackles when a normal girl is putting a “moral kidnapping” on her neck.
People around me are waiting for my answer, looking more at me, looking forward to it.
As if I had been forced to go up to Liangshan, to get up and look at her, “Song, be your captain, and no one will bother you.” I’m sorry.
Son-in-law smiled, grabbed my hand, shook like a baby.
“I knew Tink was the best! I just got to this class. You’re not gonna help me, are you? I’m sorry.
I:
I laughed.
Look at this inch!
Help! “We’re not just helping, we’re all helping! I’m sorry.
I’ve seen the people around and I ask them:
“Isn’t that right?”
Yes!
Boys, girls don’t answer, girls don’t answer…
5
Mr. Chung loves Song.
For the first time since the beginning of school, Song Shui-il, the little princess, who has seen the world, has done a great job, said she didn’t even enter the first five years of her class.
The total score is 13 points lower than mine.
Mr. Chung has given her a lot of reasons: it’s hard to believe, it’s not used to the teacher’s teachings, it’s too simple, it’s easy for a child with a very active mind to make mistakes…
Mr. Chung comforted her: “Take it easy and get used to it.” I’m sorry.
Teacher Zhong told me, “Stand your shift, and don’t hang your deputy! I’m sorry.
I was laughing at the scene like Song’s sister was in a shift.
Mr. Chung looked at me so hard that I wore mushrooms.
Since Song Chun arrived in our class, the first sentence of Mr. Chung’s schedule will always be “Led by the Commander of the Sing” and then call me or any other member of the class and ask us to assist Song Sing.
Of course we’re old people.
As soon as we’re done, Mr. Chung is too busy to pay his respects:
“Strategic, good work! I’m sorry.
There’s a lot of speculation about what we do:
“The eyes are blind, right? I’m sorry.
“The relatives aren’t like this either. Last Friday, I saw him take Song Sun-soo out of school, put Song-soo on the limo, nod his head over the car! I’m sorry.
I’m afraid it’s an official.
“I heard it was the new governor, Song Shul, who told the people in their bedroom. I’m sorry.
All of us are silent.
The world of adults, we do not necessarily agree but understand.
Six.
In the near half-way period, the top-ranked student cadres of the class voted.
My name is in front of the class, almost all the way through.
I didn’t raise my hand, or that. Why?
She doesn’t have to do anything for a class leader. There are also a few more working class managers who have not raised their hands, and we do not like the girl who has a strong relationship and special care.
We’re the old people in the class, with some leadership, and some girls don’t like her.
So, only 23 people voted for her, less than half.
Son-sun’s eyes were red and he cried on the table.
Mr. Chung was facing up, and it would have been time to vote by show of hands.
The 17-year-old child is the age of the justice house.
Vote again, 25 people.
Only two more, still less than half.
It’s quiet in the classroom, and Song’s sobbing is particularly loud.
What’s wrong with you guys? I’m sorry.
Mr. Chung suddenly went mad, slapped on the podium and made a huge noise.
“We’re the captain of the class. Do you want the rest of the class to laugh at us?
“How many things do you do?” You’re a first grade! Even if you don’t appreciate this, you should be fair and just! I’m sorry.
I don’t know how many people in the class were like me at that moment, with their heads down and their heads down and their noses down…
But I know that Mr. Zhong’s eyes smote me with evil, and that the words after him are insinuated.
“How big is a man to be elected by?
“Some people, jealous, feel like they’ve been robbed, never know to reflect!
“What’s good for good grades? Deok-joon, you can do it. Be good! After all these years, have you read in the dog’s belly?
“To give you one last chance to vote again! I’m sorry.
His words were down, someone whispered in the class:
“Want to be steady, change the votes! What for?”
It’s a boy who talks, but his voice is small, and he can’t talk about it.
Since when has Mr. Chung been provoked like this?
He stood there, his face was all red, and then he hit the table like crazy:
Who? Who’s talking? Stand up!
The words of the boys represented the voices of many, and no one in the class spoke.
Mr. Chung broke out after a fire.
The students face each other.
After a brief discussion with several members of the Board, I finished the remaining voting and copied the votes, which were sent to them by the English language class representatives. “The teacher is English”
7
This should have ended.
Six months later, the top student cadre reported that, with the exception of Song Xian, who is a provincial Zhong Zheng, all the others were good at the municipal and county levels.
And it became clear to all that Mr. Chung was furious that day.
He’s gonna keep her on.
There is no poverty in this world, but injustice.
When the school’s recognition list was posted, there was a great deal of plume in the classroom, and other classes were asked by fellow students.
There are only two outstanding places in our school, and more than one student cadre than Song Xin!
There are questions, there are explanations.
The reason given by the school was:
It is not just about results and class votes, but also about other aspects, and the full development of the moral mind.
They give a lot of prizes to Song Xuan, take part in public-interest events, both in the provinces and municipalities, have more projects in the arts and culture, and have more private institutions.
Mr. Chung called me to the office and said three things:
First, the list of provincial eunuchs has been published in the network of provincial education officers.
Seven days, no objection.
Now it’s iron nails, you can’t hold it back!
Secondly, it means little to me, and I don’t care.
However, students who have won first prizes in the fields of numbers, ores, ores, ores, ores and Sinoes have already gained significant advantages when they enrol in higher education, even if they add to the province ‘ s merit.
I won an Olympian First Class in my second year of high school. There’s no need to argue.
The beauty of men, the evil of men, many friends.
Thirdly, I hope I will help him to calm the emotions of the rest of the class.
He promised I’d be recommended at another opportunity.
I’m 17 years old, and I’m no longer a silent age.
It’s all about his words:
Garbage!
How can a man like that be a teacher? If in war, it’s a traitor!
It’s soft in the mouth:
Mr. Chung, you’re saving the country? I’m sorry.
“Bullshit! Who heard that?” He kept his voice down.
“Of course it’s the client. The whole class knows it. I’m sorry.
Mr. Chung’s face was dark and he stopped talking.
I watched him eat shit, and I felt so happy.
“I can’t calm myself, I can’t keep the people’s mouth shut, I can’t do that! I’m sorry.
Mr. Chung shouted and waved for me to leave.
8
Song Ji-il started crying again.
And when he spoke with other members of the school or with men, he showed his cowardly face and his eyes were red, as if someone had bullied her.
I don’t understand, in particular, how many people in a family like her can grow small green tea if they don’t have the personality of a flying Zone.
And as for the good things to be done, it’s interesting that you’ve been discussing them for days, but those with the power to fight,
The whole grade up, a slap count.
We’re all smart people, and it’s not helpful to know that this is not going to work, and it’s hard to change it.
In half a month, no one in the class has discussed this.
Our half-time results have also come out.
I’m still in class number one, third grade, and Song Sun fell from the top 10 to 10 outside.
Parents are on schedule.
9
My mother knew that we had a transfer student, and that the transfer’s father was our new governor.
I occasionally gossip with her.
She’s not interested in it, and every time she listens to me, it’s like, “Uh-uh.”
“The most important thing is the achievement!” Why don’t we just go to a good college? I’m sorry.
One more turn…
“If you feel bad about society, change it!
“You’re not strong enough to do anything until you graduate from college, get a civil servant, be a good official, and try to change these evil spirits! I’m sorry.
My mom was obsessed with the exam.
No matter how good she is, no matter how many times she shouts such slogans as “the end of the universe is the entrance exam”, I know she misses someone.
Or you can’t let go.
I can’t let go of that youth.
That love.
It’s the best of my ability and the total betrayal…
10
Parents will be on Friday afternoon.
My mom dressed up pretty.
She likes to have parents’ meetings, and she has good grades and is also a class leader, a typical child of others.
Over the years, she has been the subject of envy from other parents and has regularly taught her experience.
I don’t think so.
When she returned that evening, she was in a bad mood and entered the door and sat on the couch.
“Mom, what’s wrong? Did Mr. Chung embarrass you? I’m sorry.
“It’s all right, it’s just a little tired, you do your homework and I’ll sit down and cook for you later. I’m sorry.
Her elbow was on the arm of the couch, with her fingertips rubbing on the temple, and she was exhausted.
I put a glass of water in her hand.
Her fingers are cold.
“Mom, what happened? I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry about the grown-ups, do your homework! I’m sorry.
My mother was rushing, high volume, impatient.
I got up and walked to the study.
I looked back at her before I came in.
And her back was flat and loose, as though her spirit had been dried up in an instant, and it was the end of her crossfire.
“Mom, eat dumplings at night! I want them. There are frozen dumplings in the fridge.
My mom noded her head.
Eleven.
Through a wall, a door.
I’m holding my mom.
I sent a message to several of the classes in the school, poking their parents’ meetings, and basically responding to them.
There was only one person who gave me a valid message:
“Your mother and Song Shul’s father, who had been in the hallway for over 10 minutes after the parents’ meeting, did not look well. I’m sorry.
My mom and her dad…
I get nervous!
As far as Song’s personality is concerned, she can cry for half a day.
In order not to get scolded, we must find external reasons, such as the unfriendliness of our classmates, and the fact that the former commander was the leader in the bullying of her…
His father was a man, my mother was a businessman.
If her father wanted to make a few phone calls about my mother, it would be difficult for us to do business…
I regret it.
It’s not easy for my mother to raise me, if I don’t take it easy enough to make her suffer for years…
I’m in trouble, I’m in trouble…
I looked at the words in the books, and I couldn’t get a word in my head.
My hearing is to the maximum.
I heard the steps upstairs, the scolding of the children downstairs, the sound of my mother finally getting up and walking to the kitchen…
12
That night,
One of my mom’s snack-sellers boiled all the dumplings and floated on soup noodles.
My mom said she’d eat it.
I asked her if Song Ji-il’s father was a bully.
My mother said no, she said she was in a bad mood because we were in the province of the High Court and the score line was too high and she felt bad.
I don’t know.
That night,
About 8:00. I’m watching TV. We have guests.
He’s a man, he’s 40 years old, he’s tall, he’s very good.
He was wearing glasses, wearing a suit, wearing a black coat and several shopping bags at the mall.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
It was for a second that my mother’s depraved body died and was replaced by a fight.
She’s alert to those who come.
“I am not hostile. “I’m just coming to see you and can I go in?” I’m sorry.
My mom hesitated.
Men’s eyes are on me.
My mother’s alert nerves are tense again, and she turns her back, and she’s got a little bit of a kick in her tongue:
Tink, get in there and do your homework! I’m sorry.
I couldn’t spare my mother’s television twice a week.
On his way to the study, the man also entered my door and I heard him whispering complaining:
“Why? I’ll see my daughter. I’m sorry.
Daughter?
My heart is thunderbolt, I look back, I see my mother’s more nervous face than I do.
At this moment, there’s a blank in my head.
The first time I saw my mom so nervous, even if I had 10,000 reasons to stay, I could only pretend I didn’t hear anything.
The second I closed the study door, I heard my heart beating like a drum.
That man, well maintained, looks like she’s 10 years younger than my mother!
“I’m telling you, Tink is my daughter! Don’t think about anything! My mom’s low on the sound.
“No plan to rob you, I just came to see you and Tink bought you something…” the man said.
I leaned on the study door, and I couldn’t move.
“What do you want to do? My mom’s all hostile, “Song, I made it clear to you this afternoon! I have nothing to do with you except the creditors! I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes, yes, you’re in charge…” And the man went along with her, “Here’s half a million, and there’s a little compensation for the money you helped me with.
“I said I’d pay you back… and then you changed your phone, and I couldn’t find you, and I didn’t know you had a baby.
“I’m relieved to see you’re doing well!” If I may, I’d like to come and see you all a lot… and let me do a little bit of fatherhood.”
“I tell you, there’s no way! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The voices of my mother and men are coming in intermittently.
I heard my name, Song Shul’s name, and I heard them say Mr. Chung…
The man was honest and asked his mother again and again for a chance to make amends, saying he would do his best to take care of us.
A man who wants to be…
It’s Song Shui’s father, our new governor, and my biological father.
I don’t know.
Half an hour later, the man left.
He left two sets of clothes, one set of skins, a small box of gold bars, and…
500,000 cash.
13
When I went out of my study,
My mother was still sitting on the couch, rubbing around the temple, half of what was on the ground.
– “Mom, how are you?” Are you okay?”
“You heard everything? I’m sorry.
– “Yes. I thought you’d throw something out. I’m sorry.
“You think I should throw it out? I’m sorry.
– “No, I’m afraid you’ll throw it out. I’m sorry.
My mom laughed.
After that, she was single for many years, and after she had been busy, she was on her own, and I thought she would take money as dirt and choose what she called bones.
– “I’m not a 20-year-old girl who knows it’s hard to make money and doesn’t get through it. Tinker Bell, I’m afraid you’re against me. I’m sorry.
– “Mom, I’ve grown up. I’m sorry.
I’m mature on this thing with men.
14
Just one weekend, Mr. Chung changed.
The way he looked at me, from disgust to kindness, was good.
He’ll ask me to answer the questions, put me in a position not to assist Sung-soo.
Friends cry out:
“Old Chung has changed!” What did you do to him? I’m sorry.
I said:
“I didn’t do magic. It’s probably his short-circuit nerve! I’m sorry.
I know in my heart:
There’s no short-circuit nerve, but “the power to push the ghost.”
My biological father probably called Mr. Chung himself, probably speaking out, maybe by a knock, and told him to take care of me.
In the last two years, my mom actually said it was a holiday, a shopping card or something.
Just, right, always better than money.
I’m waiting.
15
My sister and I are half-brothers.
This is a shock to me!
We’re very different, and half of our genetics is from the same man.
Mr. Song, the genetics are so weak, that both Song and Song Xuan have their mother’s genes.
My mother is strong, she doesn’t depend on men, and small business does red fire.
Her mother, I blindly guessed, weak and green tea, likes to cry and is sick of a princess.
16
Song Ji-il’s family is not good in class.
In the twenty-first century, she was still keeping the play of the young lady of the 1980s, thinking she could cry once.
Here’s the logic:
Men conquer the world, women conquer men.
She’s wearing makeup, she’s dressed, she’s beautiful, she’s weird, she’s pear and rain, she’s timid…
She succeeded in making most of the boys in the class labeling her a “subject of protection” and making almost all the girls in the class sick of it.
Our bedroom night talk, 80% talking about her.
“Why is Song so disgusting?”
You know what I heard at noon? She called Rolfie his brother during dinner!
Zhang Qing was so angry, she almost had a plate to her head! I’m sorry.
Roofy and Zhang Jing are the two of us.
Kind of young.
“The next bedroom is killing her!
Every morning, the others were asleep, and she was alone and had a big light on.
Others asked her to turn on the light, saying that the light was bad and that make-up was the way to respect others and that the others were handbags. I’m sorry.
What can I say? High school does not prohibit makeup.
It is just that private schools in four or five-line cities like ours do not have the same level of teacher strength as in the big cities, and the guarantee of high school retention is largely a brush.
The teachers hate us to eat and sleep, and they’re making questions.
Most of the students have finished their homework, have finished their books late, have not had enough sleep time, have been unable to study at night with Song Xuan, have teachers alone in their offices, and have been up early to sleep in their bedroom.
“I don’t know what those guys are into her!”
Triangular eyes, crumbling buttocks, talking out loud!
It’s in the big show, the perfect five-and-a-six, hanged every day. It’s not gonna last 10 episodes! I’m sorry.
A 17-year-old girl is the first age of love.
The vague love, the clear hostility…
Song Shui-il’s pies have indeed committed many taboos.
I hate her, but I rarely discuss with them.
Among the girls in our class, I’m supposed to be the least of the gossiping.
I don’t like boys, let alone put her in competition.
But…
The worst enemy of her imagination remains me.
She wonders what changes in Mr. Chung’s attitude towards me are because she’s the one who cares about her.
One night, after self-study, she blocked me in the corner of the hall of the dormitory building, and she hated it.
“What did you do to Mr. Chung? I’m sorry.
“It’s none of your business! You don’t care about an old man, do you? I’m sorry.
I’m mad at this girl and push her away.
Think about it and add:
“Song Jun, wake up. Life is not a TV show. You’re not the only princess! “No one should ever spoil anyone!”
She’s locking her eyebrow like she’s thinking about what I’m saying.
17
Mr. Song Hitti a woman.
I looked at my house that day, and I had a little relationship, and I met at school, and I brought some snacks, and I talked.
And I was in his eyes, and he rejoiced.
He said that I had inherited his hegemonic genes and asked me to study them, and that there was something that I needed, or that I didn’t have enough to live with, to go straight to him.
He added my tweet, turned 5,000 yuan.
He said, “Dingdang, call Daddy!” I’m sorry.
I said, “Sorry, Uncle Song. I’m sorry.
He’s so dazzling and consoling himself: “It’s okay, it’s too sudden, it’s normal not to be used, let’s take it slow. I’m sorry.
I said, “Hmm.”
After that, he came to me from time to time, took me out for dinner and said it was a relationship.
Sometimes noon, sometimes evening.
His car was parked at the entrance to the school, with a special driver, who was sitting in the back row.
The driver likes to brush his boss’ sense of presence.
“Ding-Ding, your father is better for you than a whore!
“He was very busy today, having a morning meeting, and he pushed the meal to you at noon in fear that you might not eat well at school. I’m sorry.
I’m tired of smiling without disrespect.
Mr. Song saw that I was not in the mood to interrupt the driver.
He asked me what I wanted to eat, what happened at school, how did the teacher treat me…
Ask me about my old life, my future plans…
Like all the loving fathers of the world.
18
Sometimes I think, if that day he didn’t abandon my mother, would we be a happy family?
Does my mother have a warm and bright light in her hard years alone?
However, no if.
The ingratitude of many years ago will not be overshadowed by a disguised warmth.
I don’t believe he called my mom, they had a wedding party in the country, but if he went to my mom’s house, called the folks, he could always find out where my mom was…
I don’t believe he really wants to make amends.
A white-eyed wolf, how to change, is a self-serving man, with the word “precision” at most.
Precision self-interest.
19
The rain is coming.
Yin is flying low, ant is moving, it’s full of wind.
Mr. Chung’s temper is starting to get angry.
It’s like he’s on gunpowder every day.
He’s scolding and nagging.
Mouth stinks, pox.
20
One night, Mr. Chung asked us to make a roll and squeezed the machine out.
I finished the paper and went to the bathroom and heard him talking on the corner of the stairs.
“Mb! It must be our office! I’m sorry.
“If I go down there, the chair of the English Department will be empty!” How many people are watching!”
“Song Ji-il, you can’t help him, but if he fights and speaks well, I won’t be caught and charged! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
His voice was extremely low, inversely proportional to his anger.
I walk across the corridor with my hands and I feel like a thief.
Because…
The people who reported him were not from their offices, nor were they the office struggles he thought they were.
It’s me.
On the same day, when he said that it was “a dead end, and no more complaints can be kept,” I wrote to the provincial education department.
Anonymous.
He was reported to have treated students differently and opened the back door to the children of the leader.
I’d like to know to what extent a teacher at a county private high school can cover the sky with one hand?
I wonder, is this the day of education clear or not? Will anyone ask about this? Will anyone investigate?
“…to clean it up… and come down in two days…”
“…the headmaster will be with you… and the Department of Education has already said hello… the problem is not so much…”
21
The report.
I didn’t expect anything that day, but I was asked to make a phone call.
Now, if they’re coming down, I’m wrong if they don’t use it!
22
The following day at noon, in the cafeteria.
As usual, I sit at a table with a nice girl and Song and three boys.
On the bench, I sent her a picture with a micro-mail.
A picture of me and Mr. Song having dinner. Mr. Song packed me.
She looked at it, the whole person was bad, the eyebrows were twisted and the fists were staggered.
Three boys busy past.
Son-in-law looked up and looked at me with bitter eyes.
I smiled at random, kept eating and talking to the girls.
There’s only light left.
Three boys were busy caring about Song Shul, probably asking what happened, and Song Huol was chewing his teeth and looking at my eyes and bleeding, and I didn’t know what to say.
The boys are looking up and looking at me.
I pretended I didn’t know anything, I didn’t see anything.
I’m waiting.
Wait for Song to explode!
After a while, we’re almost ate at this table.
I stood up with a plate, with my eyebrows down, my eyes slashed, my lips swung and my wholehearted interpretation of provocation.
A character like Song Xin, if it doesn’t explode on the spot, it’s probably holding up.
Coward! I’m sorry.
My lips are open and two words are silent.
Song Ji-il finally stopped holding her hands on the table and came towards me with a plate.
Again, I pretended I didn’t see her, but I was just talking to someone.
So…
When her plate fell on me.
In addition to the splattered leftovers of soup and soup, it’s me who screams, and the people around me cry…
Everyone’s hiding.
“Song Jun, you’re crazy!”
And We turned round, shouted out, and leaned on our feet, and half of them fell on the table next to it.
“Ahhh! I’m sorry.
Son-in-a-law threw a plate at me again.
I’m holding one hand on the table and the other hand on the arm.
“You’re crazy, you shameless bastard! How dare you seduce my father! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
In our school, Song Shul is famous enough.
Almost everyone knows who she is and who her daughter is.
So,
When I yelled out the name of Song Shaolin, when Song Shaolin called out the word “gushing my dad,” the first reaction of many people in the canteen was not to persuade, but to pull out their cell phones and turn to this side.
I don’t know.
Song Ji-il is completely out of control. She fights and screams:
“I want you to seduce my father! I want you to seduce my father!
“Don’t think being my father’s third son is a princess!
“I told you I’d kill you today! I’m sorry.
I’ve had a few moments of my life, and I’ve had enough video time for people around.
It wasn’t until the boy close to him that I cried so loudly:
Call the police, call 110! Call the police! I’m sorry.
Someone’s got Song Jun.
Song Ji-il is still struggling. He’s crazy.
At that time, a man was running in front of the cafeteria, apparently in a hurry and slapped in Song’s face.
Clear five-fingerprints, it hurts.
Song Ji-il stopped looking at him.
And the man who came stopped, and he felt sorry for him.
I watched Song Shuu’s face about to cry, before her, and my body was crooked, and “Wow” cried out.
Following Mr. Chung’s face was the head of the school, who had a few more prominent officials, who were more powerful and less faceless.
When Song Shuu-il was swinging, they were far away and couldn’t hear what Song Ju-il was saying.
“How nice of you! Students beat their classmates at will, and teachers slap their students. One of the leaders said:
“Does this person seem to be from Song Ji-il?” Another leader asked questions.
Our headmaster said yes.
The leaders didn’t say much, turned around and left.
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It’s a mess for Mr. Chung.
Mr. Zhong, who was slapped by him, and the director sent me to the infirmary…
110 will be here soon.
The fact that Song Shui-il beat me, that so many people in the cafeteria saw me, and the phone video.
“Uncle Police, I’ll sue her! “I had Song’s daughter on one of my fingers, and she did it on purpose! And slander!”
Mr. Chung has a headache, and the word “chawa” in his eyebrow is coming up.
It’s not over what happened in the back door, and he beats people in front of everyone; what’s worse, when corporal punishment was banned, he slapped students in front of provincial leaders!
All three things went well, let’s not mention his position as Director of the Group, which could not be protected by a teacher’s certificate.
Mr. Chung is anxious like an ant on a hot pot and is busy calling parents.
“Don’t come to school. Go straight to the police station. The police uncle said:
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This is my first police car.
In addition to me, Song Shul and Mr. Chung, several witnesses were present.
We take statements in different rooms.
Then wait.
We were sitting on a plastic chair in the aisle.
Mr. and Mrs. Song first arrived.
Song Xuan didn’t realize she was wrong and showed them the photos.
“Mom! Look what Dad did behind your back. I’m sorry.
And she was angry, and her little eyes looked at me with joy: “I hit her, that was for the people.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t listen to her, I didn’t talk.
Mrs. Song looks to Mr. Song.
Mr. Song squeezes his nose.
Mrs. Song suddenly broke up and ran at me with his mouth scolding him.
I’m a “wow” starter.
Mrs. Song hasn’t hit me yet. Civilians have come out.
My mother arrived in due course, and the first thing was to see where I was beaten, with a little red arm and no harm, and then she got up and headed towards Mrs. Song and Mr. Song.
The shopkeeper’s ablaze, he’s a direct–
“Fuck! Who the fuck is that?
“Song Jia Ming, tell your wife if you have the balls, who the fuck is that? Who knows who first? Who goes with whom first and holds a wedding party at home? Who gives you a university? Who the fuck took the civil servant’s test, and the first thing I did was abandon the dirty wife?
“You came here the other day, and you had to recognize your daughter! Your son and your wife beat up my daughter!
“I’m telling you, this case is settled! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
My mom talks like a firecracker.
The amount of information is huge.
Mr. Song is busy stopping my mother.
Mrs. Song and Mrs. Song are shocked and pale.
The rest of us, whatever they thought before, will be eating in their own right.
The end result of that day was…
Compensatory apology.
My wounds … I’m looking at the colossal, after all, the real, the negligible.
It’s better than Song’s slap.
It takes time and effort to insist on prosecution.
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That day, on the way home.
My mother asked, “Why are you crying? It’s not like you. I’m sorry.
I said, “If I don’t cry, I’ll cry for mercy.” I call it the way of green tea, where there is no way. I’m sorry.
My mother laughed and asked me…
“Is it really not painful where they were beaten? I’m sorry.
“You have to get to the police station later, you can’t even see the red part of your arm. I’m sorry.
“Yes. My mom said, “He came here to give money and give gifts, so he could shut me up, and now he’s sorry. I’m sorry.
“Mom, are you happy?”
“It’s fun. I’m sorry.
My mom raised her hand, and her finger went under her eyelids.
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As a result, the provincial Yuji of Song Xuan was cancelled and the beating was punished by the school;
Later, Mr. Chung left our school;
Later, Mr. Song’s black history became a city-wide gossip;
Then Mr. Song left our county with his family and heard that he was demoted…
For various reasons, I don’t know.
Not human.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
