My whole family abuses me? Then I will abuse the whole family!

Wen Jing did not return to Wenjia Village, but stayed in Huangjin Town.

She attended Huangjinzhen Middle School for junior high school.

The school is quite far from Wenjia Village. It takes two hours to walk from the town back to Wenjia Village.

The school actually offers accommodation, and my sister is willing to pay for it, but Wen Daqiang doesn't want her to live on campus, saying it's a waste of money and she still needs to come back to do the housework at home.

The security guard was wearing reading glasses. He took one look at her and felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. The young man next to her was tall and strong, and he had never seen him before. He was holding a bunch of incense, candles, and paper money in his hand.

This thing is not suitable to be sent to school.

I was extremely alert, afraid that they were here to cause trouble. "Who are you looking for?"

Wen Jing looked over and searched her memory for a moment before she recognized that this was Teacher Peng, who had taught her Chinese for a semester.

After retirement, he was unemployed at home and didn't know what to do. Later, he came to work as a school security guard.

"Hello, Mr. Peng. I'm Wen Jing. Do you remember me?"

Teacher Peng immediately remembered who she was and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh~~ It's Wen Jing! Why are you back? You don't have class today, Wednesday?"

Wen Jing laughed dryly, "I came back to do something. I need to go find Teacher Xie to get some information."

"Oh, I see." Teacher Peng pointed at the incense, candles and paper money in Shitou's hand and said, "Since you said you were going to ask Teacher Xie for the information, then what are you doing with the incense, candles and paper money?"

Wen Jing just remembered this and slapped her forehead, "What a misunderstanding, what a misunderstanding, I finally got home, and I want to use this paper money to burn on my mother's grave, so why don't I buy it on the way and take it back later."

Teacher Peng thought it made sense, but he was still worried. "If that's the case, then there's no problem. You can leave these things with me and don't take them in. Teacher Xie is teaching a class and the class will end in about 20 minutes."

Wen Jing obediently put the incense, candles and paper money into the guard room, said a few nice words, and then took Shi Tou into the school.

Since there was no rush, she took Shitou for a walk around the school.

The school is quite large, and right at the entrance there is a very spacious concrete playground.

On the other side of the playground there is a five-story teaching building. Slogans with red characters on a white background are posted on every floor of the teaching building, such as "Study hard and make progress every day" and "Be diligent and studious, and strive for self-improvement."

There are two shorter buildings on both sides of the teaching building, which house student dormitories, teacher dormitories, and canteens.

There is a small square in front of the teaching building. In the center stands a stainless steel flagpole with a red flag fluttering in the wind.

The school offers preschool, elementary school and junior high school, with one or two classes in each grade.

The sound of reading could be heard in many classrooms.

There were also a few students standing in the corridor outside some classrooms. Some were leaning against the wall with an impatient look on their faces, some were pouting with tears in their eyes, and some even tore up their books and folded paper airplanes on the wall.

Wen Jing felt a little depressed. Why didn’t they cherish the opportunity to study?

It was so difficult for her to study.

The sound of reading in the classroom slowly stopped and the school fell into a brief silence.

One student's voice was particularly loud, as if he was reading his own composition, "We were born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. The people have faith, and the country has strength. Wherever we look, we see China, and the five stars shine, we see faith."

"If the youth are strong, the country will be strong. I will continue to work hard, keep learning, and keep moving forward. I hope to use my youth to protect the prosperity of China!"

Wen Jing's eyes filled with tears as she listened, and she couldn't help but applaud.

There was thunderous applause in the classroom.

Shitou began to understand why Wenjing had tears in her eyes and clapped his hands too.

After their emotions calmed down, the two continued shopping and soon finished.

I found Teacher Xie’s office, but didn’t go in. I just stood at the door waiting.

Shitou turned his head and looked everywhere, feeling a little uneasy, but more of a sense of curiosity.

When he was in the fourth grade of primary school, something happened in his family and he became an orphan without a father or mother and had to drop out of school.

He still yearns for studying. "Sister, did you really study here? This school is so big."

Wen Jing hummed, "Yongchang No. 1 Middle School is bigger. I'll take you to see it later."

When Shitou heard this, his eyes lit up. He had never been to Yongchang City in his life.

Just waited for a while.

"Ding~~~"

The old mechanical clock rang, and many quiet classrooms were filled with rustling sounds, mixed with the excited shouts of students. Many people rushed out of the classroom and ran straight to the toilet. If they ran slowly, they would miss the toilet.

Xie Qingfeng was surrounded by several students and returned to the office. They held notebooks in their hands and asked questions they didn't understand as they walked.

Xie Qingfeng seemed to be about 27 or 28 years old, wearing frameless glasses. He looked gentle and handsome, but he had an unshaven beard and eye boogers in the corners of his eyes. His hair looked like he hadn't washed it for a week. It was greasy and messy, as if he had just grabbed a handful when he got up.

The jacket he was wearing was pilled and the cuffs were greasy and dirty. His shirt was tucked into his red underwear with the edges pulled up and fastened with an old leather belt.

People who see it can't help but complain, saying it ruins such a handsome face.

Xie Qingfeng has a very attractive voice and he explains things carefully to the children.

Wen Jing looked at him and recalled that she had pestered Teacher Xie with questions in the past.

But...Teacher Xie was not like that at that time.

In her impression, Teacher Xie is like a ray of sunshine in winter, with clear and bright eyes that reveal warmth and kindness, as if one can see the beauty of the whole world in them.

It’s a bit embarrassing to say it, because Teacher Xie was someone she once secretly liked.

It’s not so much about liking you, it’s more about greed for that bit of tenderness.

Wen Jing now has a sense of déjà vu as if the white moonlight in her heart has suddenly disappeared and turned into a passerby.

How did he become like this now?

When the bell rang again, the group of students surrounding him left, and other teachers went to class with textbooks.

The office fell silent, with Xie Qingfeng the only one left.

He didn't have a class scheduled for the next period, so he took out the lesson plan from his drawer and started writing.

Wen Jing walked over, "Thank you, Teacher..."

Xie Qingfeng raised his head, poked the middle of his nose with his hand to lift up his glasses, and saw Wen Jing's face clearly, feeling as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Why are you back?"

Wen Jing noticed that he looked a little strange, "I came back to see you for something, I want you to..."

"I'm married and I have a child. Get out, quickly." Before Wen Jing could finish her words, Xie Qingfeng stood up suddenly, intending to kick her out.

"Ah? No, Mr. Xie, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that she refused to leave, Xie Qingfeng tried to pull her arm and drive her out.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shitou hurried in and protected Wen Jing.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't do it."

When Xie Qingfeng saw the young man protecting her, he realized belatedly that he seemed to have misunderstood something.

"Uh...it's a misunderstanding, I thought you...never mind, come in and sit down." With an enthusiastic look on his face, he lifted a stool and motioned Wen Jing to sit down.

Wen Jing was full of questions, so she sat down obediently.

"What do you want from me?" Xie Qingfeng picked his nose.

Under Wen Jing's gaze, he flicked the booger out of the window and wiped it casually on his body.

The ripples in my heart finally died completely.

"Uh...I came back because I want you to help me prove that I am Wenjing."

Xie Qingfeng was confused by this. "Huh? Aren't you Wen Jing? Why do you need proof?"

"I didn't go to high school, my name was taken by someone else, and now I'm a widow."

"what???"