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Leader Hua found him in the small room. He Bensheng had just taken off his makeup.

Hua Banzhu's thin face was full of anger, and his almond-shaped eyes were full of anger. He held the tobacco pipe that never left his body in his hand and tapped it in the palm of his hand.

If the new junior fellow student were here, his feet would probably be weak from fear.

Teacher Hua couldn't be a stricter teacher, especially when practicing on weekdays. If a movement is not done correctly, it will be a punishment.

He Bensheng has not been punished for a long time.

He straightened up, and Leader Hua slapped him in the face, causing He Bunsheng to turn his head away.

The leader of the Hua class never explains the reason for the punishment, but just punishes him directly. If he can't figure it out, it means the punishment is not enough.

The left side of He Bensheng's face was swollen, his eyes were lowered and he was silent.

He Bensheng knew that Hua Banzhu left the backstage privately before he came on stage.

The teacher was so angry that he was breathing heavily from his thin chest. With shaking hands, he took some black smoke from the cloth bag he carried with him, lit it and hurriedly brought it to his mouth.

Hua Banzhu's addiction to smoking became more and more serious.

He Bensheng listened to him panting and coughing, silently calculating something in his heart.

The smoke hollowed out his body and took away his beauty and health. Even the force of the beating was much weaker than before.

He Bensheng recalled that when he was a child, his father, who was addicted to cigarettes, was lying on the bed with dull eyes, skinny bones, and his body was curled and cramped.

He asked his mother to buy cigarettes for him. She cried and told him to stop smoking, so he beat her. When she was not strong enough, he whipped her with a whip and threw her with a chair. The three of them huddled in the empty kitchen, like they were huddled in a gutter. of mice.

He escaped from that hell, and his brother and little sister were never heard from again.

In this era, human life is of low value, and blood ties are irrelevant.

He Bensheng was made to kneel in the yard. When the class leader punished people, no one dared to intercede.

At that time, Chen Xi was staying in the box, watching Marshal He come in, and then watching him clear the place.

Chen Xi was worried that something had happened, so she waited outside the theater for a long time.

Later, a group of soldiers came and surrounded the theater. The officer and soldier leading the group knew Chen Xi, so he asked them away in a friendly manner.

Chen Xi found a teahouse. Originally, she wanted to wait until the party was over before going in to see He Bunsheng. Now she didn't know what happened, so she could only wait.

There were several guests sitting in the teahouse who had just come out of the theater, and some insiders were whispering gossip.

The man said that the little Japs came to Pingbei, and Marshal He wanted to cooperate with those little Japs to march into the south. Now, at this time, there is another war.

Chen Xi listened and frowned more and more, and left the teahouse not long after.

At this time of year, the weather is getting colder.

He was forced to kneel all night. When he got up the next day, He Bunsheng's clothes were covered with dew and his legs could no longer straighten.

The new junior brother poked his head out from behind the pillar to look at him. He Bensheng saw him and waved him over.

The junior brother was older than when he entered the kindergarten, but he was timid. He Bensheng called him twice, but the junior brother still hid behind and did not dare to come out.

He Bensheng stood up tremblingly, hoping that he would help him. He stood up with his knees on his knees. His legs were already numb. He tried to take two steps forward, and then his knees softened. Falling to the ground.

When the junior brother saw him fall, he said "ah" and finally came out from behind the pillar where he was hiding, and trotted over to help him.

The child is very delicate and has a good body, but he likes to curl up and look around with the corners of his eyes, like a little beast that has been carefully raised and not matured. It is far worse than He Bensheng when he was a child, and he is not lovable.

He Bensheng let him help him into a room where equipment was stacked. There was a small couch inside, and he half leaned on it.

He Bensheng instructed his junior brother to get a basin of warm water, soak his hands, and then wash his face.

The water cooled quickly. When the water was half warm, He Bensheng used a towel to apply it to his slightly swollen legs.