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"Pa——" a crisp slap sound was heard.

"How come you can't even do this!"

The woman was hysterical. Her pretty facial features still showed the gracefulness of her youth, but now they were filled with an uncomfortable hideousness. Her narrow, upturned eyes were filled with disgust and hatred.

In front of her was a boy of no more than seven or eight years old, with his head slightly tilted and a bright red slap mark on his little cheek.

Faced with the woman's angry scolding, he just shed tears silently and squatted down to pick up the broken bowls on the ground.

Seeing that he remained silent, the woman didn't know what nerve was touched, she stretched out her index finger with bright red nails and poked the boy's forehead hard.

"If you hadn't existed, I wouldn't have to live this kind of life! I really don't know why I gave birth to you, just to make myself angry!"

The woman was still blabbering and cursing, cursing her disappointing son, her harsh and stingy boss, the nosy community staff, the gossipy neighbors, and the man who abandoned his wife and children...

The boy numbly endured the woman's surging and unexpressible emotions. As long as the woman had vented her emotions, life would return to a brief calm until the next storm came.

After a long time, the woman finally calmed down. She went to the mirror and adjusted her hypocritical appearance. She squinted at the boy who was still standing in the corner and said, "What are you still standing there for? Go to school!"

This reprimand was like a life-saving straw. The boy ran back to his room without hesitation, grabbed his schoolbag and rushed out the door, as if there were wolves, jackals, tigers and leopards behind him.

"The little bastard is coming, the little bastard is coming!"

The children in the alley pointed at the boy and laughed at him in exaggerated tones, dancing with their hands and laughing.

Maybe some of them may not know the meaning of the word "little bastard", but this does not affect their use of new words to gain psychological novelty and pride, and to strive for the tiny and pitiful so-called "collective sense of honor".

The boy's eyes widened and he retorted through gritted teeth: "I'm not a bastard, I'm not!"

Seeing his resistance, the children became even more excited and kept calling him "bastard" and "born by a mother but not raised by her".

The boy's face turned red with anger. He looked around, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it hard into the crowd.

"Ah——" A boy with small eyes burst into tears, and soon, bright red warm blood flowed out from the place he was covering.

"It's bleeding, it's bleeding!" The other children scattered like frightened birds, shouting loudly.

Seeing this, the boy was confused and ran away instinctively.

Soon, the adults in the room ran out, shouting in a rough voice: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"It was Jiang Jingshuo who did it. He threw stones at us!" The children complained one after another.

The old woman stared at the disappearing figure with her cloudy eyes, and her wrinkled purple lips kept uttering all kinds of vicious words: "You are indeed a little bastard who was born by a mother but not raised by her. Your little mind is so vicious..."

Jiang Jingshuo felt a little better only after arriving at school.

Although some people still disliked him because he was taciturn and a bit dirty, they eventually succumbed to the teacher's authority and dared not bully him openly.

However, this is already the most ideal situation for Jiang Jingshuo.

Soon, the bell rang and a young female teacher in a white dress walked into the classroom, causing the students to exclaim in amazement.

"Wow, Teacher Li, you look so beautiful today!......"

Teacher Li is a volunteer who came here to teach this semester. She is young, beautiful, gentle and kind. She won the love of students within just a few days of her arrival.

She smiled slightly, "Thank you for your compliments. However, I have a question that I am confused about. I wonder if my classmates can answer it for me?"

After receiving the feedback, Teacher Li made a thoughtful expression, "If I didn't wear this beautiful skirt today, but wore very ugly clothes and pants, would you still think I was beautiful?"

"Yes, because the teacher is good-looking and looks beautiful even without a skirt!" someone in the crowd said.

Teacher Li asked again: "What if I am not good-looking, will you still think I am beautiful and like me?"

The students hesitated for a few seconds, and then quickly answered: "We will always like Teacher Li! Because she is kind and gentle, and she treats us very well."

Teacher Li concluded with a smile: "Students, you like me not because of my appearance, but because of my gentle and kind character and inner self. So in the future, we should not hate someone just because he is ugly, and we should not hate and bully someone just because he is introverted."

"Teacher hopes that when you make friends with someone, you will not look at his appearance, but whether he is honest and kind in his heart. Do you understand?"

"I understand, teacher!" the students answered loudly. At this age, they can already vaguely distinguish between good and evil.

Jiang Jingshuo stared at the female teacher on the podium. His round eyes seemed to want to hide this rare, light-like figure in his heart to comfort his desolate soul.

When Jiang Jingshuo returned home at night, the thing he was afraid of inevitably happened.

As soon as he entered the door, a bench came flying towards him, hitting Jiang Jingshuo's shin bone hard, causing an intense pain.

"How dare you come back? You've grown so bold, haven't you, to throw stones at someone? Do you know how much money you've cost me to send that person to the hospital? Five thousand! A full five thousand. You've squandered my two months' salary!"

At the mention of money the woman became furious, even more ferocious and distorted than she had been that morning.

She strode forward and pulled Jiang Jingshuo's ear, "You money-loser, you beast, if I had known I should not have given birth to you..."

Jiang Jingshuo quickly pulled the woman's hand, so as not to hurt himself too much. "They were the ones who scolded me first. They called me a 'little bastard' and 'born by a mother but not raised by her'. They also called you a vicious woman..."

Faced with this situation, Jiang Jingshuo has learned to divert conflicts.

Sure enough, the woman let go of the hands that were restraining Jiang Jingshuo.

The mean red lips cursed angrily: "You old woman, the upper beam is crooked and the lower beam is crooked. You are a gossip and your grandson is also a gossip! You deserve to be hit by your grandson. Seeing your distressed expression makes me happy. If you speak so viciously next time, I will kill you myself..."

The nights are always extra long, and the woman's abusive voice is like a curse that is deeply engraved in the bone marrow, becoming stronger and more indelible and inescapable as I grow older.

An alley outside the No. 6 Middle School in Lichun County.

A group of teenagers wearing T-shirts of various colors were fighting, punching and kicking each other, and colliding with each other.

When people are passionate, they are most likely to lose their rationality. I don't know who brought a steel pipe with him, but he didn't care about the situation and just smashed the person on the head with it.

With a loud "bang", a person fell to the ground instantly, and everyone was so shocked that they stopped what they were doing immediately.

When checking the boy's condition, he was already foaming at the mouth, his limbs were twitching, and dark red blood was slowly flowing from under his head.

Jiang Jingshuo looked at the scene, and the huge fear of his life slipping away climbed up from the soles of his feet to his whole body, tightly wrapping around his beating heart, which kept tightening again and again.

The boy was ultimately not saved.

At that flowery youthful age, it was lost in what seemed to them to be an ordinary fight.