Sand sculpture boyfriend's daily life

Xiao Ling has been what everyone calls a child from other people's family since he was a child. He has excellent grades, is obedient and sensible, gentle and polite. He is a student who is loved by teachers at school and a child loved by his parents at home.

However, some people don't think so.

In the men's room, a boy with a cropped head stood at the front, followed by several of his "men".

There was malice in the boy's eyes that couldn't be concealed. He grinned and stretched out his finger to poke Xiao Ling's forehead: "Don't you just rely on the teacher to like you, you accuser!"

Xiao Ling, who had fair and tender skin, soon had a red mark on his forehead, but he was not afraid, he just covered his red forehead and said tenderly: "You bully girls, the teacher said you can't bully others."

The boy laughed loudly, and pushed Xiao Ling staggeringly to the ground: "I will bully you, what do you want?"

Xiao Ling pursed his mouth and remained silent, his eyes fixed on the boy.

The boy became annoyed, and said to the "subordinates" behind him, "Come on, take off his clothes and lock him into the compartment!"

Several boys looked at each other in blank dismay, they were afraid that Xiao Ling would sue the teacher again later.

The boy said loudly: "You are also afraid of this and that, why do you follow me, and tomorrow you will be expelled from the 'Qinglong Gang'!"

Hearing what he said, a boy with a hedgehog head behind him hurried up and said to Xiao Ling viciously: "I'll tell the teacher, what else can you order!"

Xiao Ling's dark eyes stared at Hedgehog's head for a moment of guilt, he reached out to take off Xiao Ling's clothes, but Xiao Ling held his shirt collar vigilantly and did not let go.

The leading boy stared fiercely at the others: "What are you doing standing there, why don't you help!"

After hearing this, the other boys swarmed up, held down Xiao Ling's hands and feet, and stripped Xiao Ling down to a pair of piggy underwear.

The boy at the head was stunned for a long time, pointed at Xiao Ling's pink piggy panties and laughed: "No wonder you defend those girls so much every day, you are a woman yourself, and you wear pink piggy panties, bitch! "

Xiao Ling's face was flushed with anger, and he yelled at them, "I'm a boy! Not a girl!"

The boy touched his chin, his eyes rolled around: "Look at you, you are whiter than the girls in our class, and you still say that you are not a girl, you are a girl!"

Xiao Ling stared at the boy, his mouth tightly pursed.

Hedgehog Tou kicked him and scolded: "What are you looking at!" Then he leaned into the ear of the boss and offered advice: "Let's get his clothes wet and see how he goes back to class. Then the teacher will definitely scold him."

The boy at the head curled his lips. He said that locking Xiao Ling in the cubicle was just a talk, he didn't dare to do it for real. If his parents found out, his "Blue Dragon Gang" would definitely be encircled and suppressed.

Xiao Ling was pushed to the ground by several boys and watched helplessly as his shirt, jacket and trousers were thrown into the pool and soaked.

The boy still felt puzzled, kicked Xiao Ling again, and said viciously: "If you complain again, we will take you to the roof and throw you down next time!"

Of course, he didn't dare, he was just scaring Xiao Ling.

Sure enough, Xiao Ling didn't attend the next few classes, and Xiao Ling, who was drenched all over, went to the classroom to pack his schoolbag and go home after school.

The driver saw the young master's wet clothes, and said in surprise: "Master, what happened, why are your clothes wet?"

Xiao Ling glanced at the driver with black and white eyes, and got into the car in silence. It was the first time he ignored people like this.

The driver touched his head in embarrassment, and he didn't want to be nosy, and left without mentioning the matter after sending Xiao Ling home.

The next day Xiao Ling was taken to the office by the teacher and asked why he didn't go to class yesterday afternoon. He didn't make a sound, but looked at the teacher with some embarrassment.

Seeing that he couldn't come out with the question, and didn't doubt that Xiao Ling would do something bad, the teacher let him go back.

The boys of the "Blue Dragon Gang" breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Xiao Ling hadn't filed a complaint, they bullied and isolated Xiao Ling even more.

They threw away Xiao Ling's pen case, splashed ink on Xiao Ling's school uniform, ripped off his pants and revealed the color of his underwear to the public...

It has been nearly half a semester since the teacher discovered the problem.

3.

Xiao Ling's grades plummeted, and he became more and more taciturn.

He began to avoid going to school, hiding in his room and not going out. His parents rushed back from other places to deal with the matter after they heard the news. The boys were quickly taken to Xiao Ling's house by their parents to apologize.

There was no emotion in Xiao Ling's eyes, and there was no unnecessary expression. Xiao's mother looked at these half-grown children who bullied her son, but there was only hatred in her heart.

Not long after, Xiao Ling's parents took him to transfer schools, and moved to Jiangcheng.

4.

Xiao Ling was taken to see a psychiatrist, and the psychiatrist asked Xiao Ling to do some tests. After the psychiatrist saw the results, his expression was extremely exciting, and he chatted with Xiao Ling's parents.

Xiao Ling was sent into the lounge next to him. He sat on a chair and raised his head expressionlessly to watch cartoons on TV.

As soon as Xiao Ling's parents came out, they saw him sitting there like a porcelain doll who couldn't blink or smile, Xiao's mother hugged Xiao Ling directly and cried.

Xiao Ling hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to stroke Mama Xiao's hair. Papa Xiao looked downcast, his mind kept echoing what the doctor said just now, and he sighed.

Xiao's mother's exquisite makeup was in tears, and there were still tears on her eyelashes. Xiao Ling silently watched his mother cry in his arms, and stroked her hair with his hands.

Xiao's father walked over to help his wife, and comforted him: "Go home first."

Later, Xiao Ling took a leave of absence from school, and Xiao Ling's mother resigned from her university professorship to teach Xiao Ling at home.

5.

There is a child in the neighbor's house, with curly hair like a lamb, round eyes, and a pouty face with some baby fat. Xiao's mother thought this child was cute the first time she saw it.

This child's personality is completely different from Xiao Ling's. This child is lively, eccentric, and dares to do anything. It seems that he never knows how to spell the word fear.

Xiao Ling even saw the child climbing the old tree in their yard several times outside the window of his home.

6.

Xiao Ling paused while reading the book, and stared straight out of the French windows.

The child sat on the branch of the old tree, shaking his feet, still muttering words, not knowing what he was talking about.

Xiao Ling walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the child, and felt a little nervous in his heart. He wanted the child not to climb the tree, it was very dangerous.

But he didn't know whether he should take care of it, and finally he sat back in silence, but he couldn't read the classic book he liked.

When he couldn't help but look out of the window again, the child was gone. He breathed a sigh of relief and stroked the pages of the book with his fingers.

7.

The child hadn't been seen for a long time on the old tree in their yard.

When Xiao Ling saw the child again, it was on the bench in the neighborhood. The child had a plaster cast on his leg and was staring at the flower bed without blinking.

Xiao Ling stood by and watched for a while, the child suddenly reached out his hand to dig into the flower bed, and took out the green slime and debris in his hand again.

The child's eyes were wide open, and his expression was dull for a moment. He stretched out his hands, his lips trembled, and suddenly burst into tears.

Xiao Ling was so frightened by his sharp crying, he took two steps back and hid behind the big tree on the side of the road.

The child cried for a while, and found no one to comfort him, so he raised his hands and walked away, choking, muttering: "I have a dead hand, I have an extra life in my hand...can you change hands?" Ah... woo..."

Xiao Ling burst out laughing, he quickly covered his mouth, looked at the child, but the child didn't notice, and walked forward, muttering: "Mummy, Mommy, don't look for me, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't want to pinch you to death... woo..."

He didn't come out from behind the tree until the child was far away. He rubbed his smiling face, pursed his lips and smiled for a while, then went home.