rain is not far

Zhang Xiaopeng's mother was furious when she heard this. She said loudly, "Mr. Zhang! Did you hear that, Mr. Zhang? Is this the attitude of your school? The one who was beaten apologizes to the one who beat him?"

Before Director Zhang could speak, Zhong Yuan said first, "Of course not. Anyway, it must be the fault of the beating child. But I think both sides need to reflect on this matter."

Zhang Xiaopeng's mother became more and more angry when she heard it, and finally Qi Shiyu stepped forward and said, "Hey, our two children did not do it right today. I apologize to you two. Look, this Xiaopeng is still hurt, why don't we go to the hospital first ?”

"Hmph!" Xiaopeng's mother took the child's hand and led the child to the door.The child's father and grandparents followed behind.

Qi Shiyu tugged at Zhong Yuan's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "You take care of the two children, and I will go with them to the hospital."

After finishing speaking, he said to Wu Yurong and Grandma He: "Mom, you hold a parent-teacher meeting for the child. Aunt He, you go home first, and I will take care of things."

Zhang Xiaopeng’s family had just left the house not far away, and the office door was not closed tightly. Zhang Xiaopeng’s mother’s voice came from not far away: “What do you mean you are with a child who has no father or mother? No one taught you when you were born. Do you think his uncle is a good person? Who doesn't know..."

When Qi Shiyu heard this, before he could react, he heard He Xiaopang's anxious "Hey", and Qi Lang rushed out in front of a group of adults like a small bomb.

He Xiaopang followed behind, like a small tennis ball moving at high speed.

Zhong Yuan didn't have time to say anything, so he hurriedly chased him out.

In the corridor, little tennis player He Xiaopang was hugging Qi Lang who was struggling. He tugged on Qi Lang's sleeve with his left hand, his right index finger curled up a little funny because he split his nails, but even so, he could see that the little fat man was struggling. It took all of his strength to grab Qi Lang who was like a Mad Hulk.

Qi Lang's eyes were red, and while trying to break free from the little fat man, he shouted: "You are not allowed to say that about Lao Qi! You are not allowed to say that about Lao Qi!"

Seeing the adults coming, the little fat man hurriedly shouted: "Grab him, grab him, we beat him just now because of what Zhang Xiaopeng said!"

Zhong Yuan stretched out a hand and grabbed Qi Lang's back collar. The little child finally stopped struggling, a series of golden beans fell from his big eyes, and he still shouted: "You can't say that about old Qi. ..."

Since he was sensible, he knew that Qi Shiyu was not his biological father, but he was sensible earlier than other children.

Those grown-ups always thought he was an ignorant child, and when he passed by, they pointed to his back and said he was a poor child without father and mother, and that he was his own uncle's oil bottle—before he understood What does drag oil bottle mean when.

He knew very early on that his own uncle was different from other people, not only his own uncle, but also Uncle He and Mr. Zhong, they were all different from others.

There are boys and girls holding hands outside.But as a boy, Lao Qi only likes to hold hands with boys.

After he learned how to read, he secretly flipped through the diary left by his mother. The diary said that Uncle He liked his father.

In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with this, but in the eyes of others, it doesn't seem to be the case.In the past, every time Uncle Xiao An came to the house, he would hide from the neighbors.Grandma also doesn't like Lao Qi being with boys.

He had heard those people talk about the old relative, and it was nothing more than two words-"abnormal" and "improper".

He doesn't mind others saying that he has no father or mother, that he is pitiful, and that he is a drag.

But Lao Qi, this man who doesn't seem to be sensible by himself, this man who has taken care of him since he was a child, he can't allow others to say that about him.

This man supported himself with his broad shoulders, even though he never called him father, even though he sometimes disliked his childishness, he was still the best relative in the world.

Zhong Yuan put down his back collar, put one arm half around him, and patted him on the shoulder.When he spoke, his tone was very stern: "Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, when the child told me just now, I was still wondering where such a young child learned such hurtful words. Now the case is solved."

"Verbal violence is also violence. Now it seems that our children are just inappropriately resisting the violence they have received." Zhong Yuan said, "Do you still think we should not apologize to us?"

Children are like a blank sheet of paper. They are unconsciously influenced by the adults around them. They will learn the knowledge taught to them by the adults, as well as the values ​​conveyed by the adults in their words and deeds.

Wu Yurong also understood those words just now. When she thought of her eldest son who died young, her heart ached, and she was even a little shaky.Qi Shiyu supported his weak mother and comforted her in a low voice.

Grandma He stepped forward, pulled the two children behind her, took off the red cuffs on her arms, folded them a few times and put them in her pockets, cursing: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

This voice is full of breath and deafening.The little fat man shrank his head behind Qi Lang and muttered in a low voice: "It's over, it's over, grandma has taken off her sleeves, she's going to curse..."

Qi Lang with tears still hanging from the corner of his eyes: ...

"I'd like to see, who is bullying us Xiao Lang like this?" Grandma He pointed to Zhang Xiaopeng's mother's nose, "Xiao Lang was raised by our neighbors in the neighborhood. Teaching? I think the parents in your family are the ones who have been taught badly by parents like you! Children with a long mouth must be taught by adults. If adults can’t teach it, then tell the school teacher and let the school teacher teach it well! You just say that, but you don’t know what disgusting things to say behind people’s backs! Xiao Lang is obedient, so it means that Xiao Qi has taught well, and Xiao Qi’s own affairs will get your turn. Kung Fu is not as good as teaching your own children to be a good person, so as not to be beaten when they go out!"

Zhang Xiaopeng's mother was blushed by the old lady's words, and she wanted to reply but couldn't find a chance to intervene. In the end, Director Zhang coughed twice and smoothed things over: "Let's go, I'll go to the hospital with you, Qi Lang's parents and He Jiale Parents don't need to go, I will contact you again if necessary..."

The steps have been brought to the feet, and Zhang Xiaopeng's mother hastily agreed.They were about to leave, but Zhong Yuan called out: "Mrs. Zhang."

Zhang Xiaopeng's mother looked back in fear, only to see Zhong Yuan possessing her body, hugged Qi Lang, and said to her: "In the future, Xiao Lang will not only be hurt by the rain, but also by grandparents, neighbors, and me."

"You don't need to worry about his education any more."