I really don't want to be a teacher

"...Xiao Bing is back?"

The boy's father was sitting on the sofa, looked at the boy, stood up,

Seemingly seeing the ashes on the boy's mask, he still smiled and said.

The boy still didn't speak aloud, just looked at his mother and his father,

"...Take your dad to wash your hands too, your dad will be lazy, Xiao Bing, you have to supervise your dad well..."

The boy's mother smiled, said aloud again, and walked into the kitchen.

The boy walked towards the sink in the bathroom, and the boy's father followed with a smile.

……

"...Xiao Bing, eat, you're hungry..."

The dishes were all served on the table, and the boy's family sat at the table.

The mother smiled and said aloud to the boy,

"...Try this. Didn't you say you like this a few days ago, Xiao Bing? Today, my mother made some for you."

"...My son won't eat it, but I will eat it?"

"... How grown up, you still snatch food from your son... My precious son will try this again..."

At the dining table, there seemed to be laughter and laughter.

It's just that the boy is still wearing a mask, hasn't spoken, and hasn't eaten yet.

The boy's parents did not ask about the boy's experience of going out.

"... Xiao Bing... eat something, or you will be hungry later and you won't have anything to eat..."

Seeing that her child hadn't moved her chopsticks, although the boy's mother was still smiling and talking, she looked at her child with more caution,

"...Yeah, Xiao Bing, the sky and the earth are so big, it's not as big as eating, right, Xiao Bing..."

The boy's father smiled and seemed to be speaking relaxedly, but his actions made him feel equally cautious.

He raised his head again and looked at his parents beside him. The boy reached out and tore off the mask he was wearing. He held the chopsticks and ate the vegetables in the bowl.

"...Xiao Bing, try this again... Do you want mom to serve you a bowl of soup in the pot?"

At the dinner table, laugh again,

The boy was eating with his head down, and the boy's parents were talking about something that seemed relaxed and interesting.

……

"...Do you want mom to bring you some more food, Xiao Bing?"

He ate some food in the bowl again, and there was still half of the food left, the boy stopped his movements again,

The boy's parents, who seemed to have a relaxed tone, were talking, laughing and talking to the boy about some interesting things, then stopped their movements, and the voice of the boy stopped abruptly.

The boy's mother was careful, smiled, and asked the boy again.

"Why don't you ask me what happened today?"

The boy raised his head, looked at his parents, and said aloud.

Chapter 800 In the Classroom

"... Where did Xiao Bing and his classmates go to play today?"

Listening to the boy's words, the boy's parents looked at their child, and they were quiet again at the dining table.

The boy's mother barely smiled, and spoke to the boy in a relaxed tone,

"...I went to the riverside. When Dad came back today, he heard people say that there will be a lantern festival for the Lantern Festival today."

The boy's father followed suit and said with a smile.

"She insisted that I eat, she just wanted me to take off the mask."

The boy looked at his parents and said aloud.

The boy's parents looked at their child and stopped talking again.

Looking at his child, he opened his mouth again,

"...Xiao Bing, your classmate, she..."

It seemed that he wanted to say something, but the boy's father stopped talking.

"I took off the mask and threw it on the ground, and she saw my face and ran away."

But the boy said again, and buried his head again, meditating on his meal.

"...Xiao Bing..."

The boy's parents looked at their child again, paused, and forced a smile on their faces again,

"... Let's eat some more of this... Do you want mom to serve you a bowl of soup..."

The boy's father forced a smile, talking to the boy from time to time.

The boy was silent, just eating.

……

"...The doctor Zhang said before... I will contact you tomorrow and ask..."

"...um... how much money does Kari have now?"

"... No matter how tight it is, it's almost enough for surgery... Mom can also get us some..."

The boy was lying on the bed in the bedroom with a mask on his face.

It seemed that his ears were particularly sensitive tonight. He could still hear clearly the words his mother and father lowered their voices in the living room through the wall and far away.

Turning around, the boy turned his back to the bedroom door.

……

"...my face is getting better, starting to get better... starting to get better..."

In the early morning, the boy stood in front of the mirror, nervous, and hesitantly pulled off his mask little by little.

Seeing his own face in the mirror, the boy was delighted and happy.

On the face, the dark spots that make the whole face look mottled are like ink washed with water, and they are much lighter than before. On the skin covered by the spots, the skin like goosebumps is gradually stretching, It became smooth again, a little pimple seemed to be fading slowly,

"...It's about to be healed, my face is about to be healed!"

Excited, he looked at his face again. The boy raised his hand, hesitating, as if he wanted to touch his face, followed closely, and stopped his movement again.

Pull up the mask again.

The boy turned on the faucet again, rubbing his hands over and over again, and repeatedly washing the fingers that touched the plaque on his face when he pulled the mask just now.

It seems to be afraid that the plaque on the face will be stained on the hands.

After rubbing the skin of that finger until it turned red, the boy turned off the tap again.

……

"...Xu Bing..."

"...Is that the one who just transferred from another school... Why does he wear a mask every day!"

The boy was carrying his schoolbag, walked away from the school gate, came to see his father, and walked towards the classroom.

It seemed to be his classmate, who was sitting in the bathroom and shouted at him.

It seemed to be someone in the same class. After the boy walked by, he looked at him and whispered.

The boy walked all the way to the classroom.

Or the students who were also walking and running in the classroom, or the school teacher who was busy with some things, turned his head from time to time and looked sideways at the boy.

The boy seemed to feel that someone was looking at him along the way, it seemed that everyone along the way was looking at him,

Look at the mask he's wearing.

His exceptionally sensitive ears seemed to be able to hear someone's doubts and strangeness.

Some people seem to be laughing, I don't know what they are laughing... It seems to be laughing at him.

The boy couldn't help speeding up his pace, and gradually lowered his head, as if avoiding all eyes.

……

However, my face is getting better, my face is getting better.

As if thinking that his face was getting better, the boy stopped walking quickly,

Some flinched, and the boy raised his head again to meet the turned eyes.

Move your feet again and walk forward.

Just walking, walking, the boy bowed his head again.

But I haven't recovered yet, only a few days... just a few days...

The extraordinarily sensitive ears seem to be even more sensitive.

It seems that I can hear someone laughing, laughing at something,

It seems like someone mentioned something about the looks... they seem to find it funny, they seem to be laughing at something.

Although I didn't raise my head, even though I didn't look at the people along the way,

The boy still seemed to be able to feel that people on the side of the road and on the road were all looking at him.

……

Walked into the classroom.

The boy raised his head, looked around the classroom, and walked quickly towards his seat.

His position is leaning against the wall, and the same table is the girl from last night,

The girl is sorting the books on the table.

Seeing the boy approaching, he was timid and stood up quickly,

But in a panic, he knocked over the desk, the desk fell to the ground, and the books fell to the ground.

The girl hurried to pick up the book, but stopped the boy who was going back to his seat in the corridor.

……

Everyone is looking at me, everyone is looking at me.

The boy stood in the aisle, lowered his head gradually, and seemed to feel that the whole classroom became quiet, and everyone was looking at him,

Look at the mask on his face.

The boy wanted to go back to his seat and sit down, but the girl stood in front of him and lowered his head even more. The boy turned his back to the eyes of someone in the classroom, trembling all over.

"...Let me pick it up for you."

"……thanks."

The girl in the front seat stood up, helped the boy's deskmate pick up the books on the floor, and helped the desk.

The boy stood there, trembling, with his head buried.

……

"...Okay, that's the end of this class. Students, let's rest."

The teacher left the classroom with the book in his arms.

The classroom was noisy again.

The boy lowered his head, still sitting against the wall.

"...Xu Bing, right, your name is Xu Bing..."

At this time, several classmates who were seated not far from the boy walked up to the boy,