My Sand Sculpture Boss

Son, Wei Ziqing also talked more, "My daughter also said the same thing. Just a few days ago, she was watching cartoons with the TV in her arms. In it, Wei Qing was leading more than ten thousand soldiers to go straight to Dragon City. She watched Looking at it, he turned to me and asked me: 'Dad, his name is similar to yours, are you also a general?'"

"I told her: 'The generals are all upright and brave. They usually ride big horses and are majestic. Look at Dad. He doesn't look like a general at all. At most, he is a soldier. Besides, those generals are stories. The characters in the story don’t exist in reality.” My daughter laughed: “I think dad is very majestic, and dad is not a soldier. I don’t care what the story is or not, dad is the general.’”

"Actually, I'm not ashamed to tell her. When I was a child, I had an ideal, which was to be a general." Wei Ziqing said slowly, "When I was a child, I didn't have mobile phones, game consoles, computers... ...so many tricks to play, when I am bored, I just flip through the comics. The general in the picture is wearing armor, and he is very airy. He can easily solve any difficulties and bad things. I was thinking at that time, wait for me When I grow up, I want to be a general."

"One time my teacher assigned an essay titled 'My Ideal'. Some of my classmates wrote about doctors and some about reporters...I thought they were boring, so they just wrote that I wanted to be a general, Then I was laughed at by my classmates for a long time." Wei Ziqing chuckled twice, "When I grew up, I realized that the generals of the Han Dynasty only existed in the stories of the Han Dynasty."

The rain outside the house became heavier, and a thunderbolt crossed the dark clouds, splitting the sky and the earth in an instant.Countless raindrops fell rapidly from a height of [-] meters, and the patter was endless.

Zhao Suyi poured Wei Ziqing a glass of water, and he sat next to him: "Moisten your throat."

"Thank you." Wei Ziqing said politely, looked sideways outside the house, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "It's raining harder and harder outside, I'll call my wife and tell her I'll go back later to save her Worried at home."

He turned on his phone, found the familiar number and dialed it.The phone beeped for a long time, but no one answered it.

Wei Ziqing called several times like this, but no one answered.He stared at the number saved in the phone, and seemed to want to continue calling.But after hesitating for a moment, she still put away the phone: "It's so late, she should be asleep. She has to teach the students tomorrow morning."

Gu Huaizhi asked: "Teaching? Is your wife a teacher?"

"Yes, class. She is a teacher just like me." When Wei Ziqing said this, the warm yellow light shone into his eyes, and his eyes were full of tenderness. "She and I are college classmates. After so many years, I don't quite remember who we fell in love with first, and I don't quite remember when we got together, it was probably March, or April, anyway, it was early spring."

"When I was in school, she took me along the tree-lined path and talked about the future. I told her, after graduation, we will work in the same unit and have a lovely daughter. Then they held hands and walked all the way to 99."

"Now, she and I work in the same school and have a lovely daughter, which is very happy."

Zhao Suyi's right index finger was slightly bent, and the interphalangeal joints tapped the table intentionally or unintentionally.He bowed his head in silence for a moment, staring at Wei Ziqing with amber eyes: "Excuse me. May I ask, which school does Teacher Wei work in?"

The rain outside the house became more and more urgent, and the leaves that were blown up by the wind circled and fell.Bean-sized raindrops hit the transparent glass windows, leaving streaks of water, blurring the neon lights on the street.

"It's near here, teaching junior three students." Wei Ziqing smiled, "Recently, the school is giving make-up lessons to the students, and they have to be busy until very late before going home."

Wei Ziqing opened his briefcase and took out a thick stack of papers, "Today there was a surprise exam at school, and I haven't had time to read the papers. I take up a desk, don't you mind?"

He roughly counted the number of sheets in the paper, frowned and said, "Why are there missing sheets?"

Zhao Suyi picked up the water glass at hand and took a sip, her expression calm: "Did it get burned by the students?"

The author has something to say: a brain hole

☆, General (2)

It's still raining.

"Burn?" Wei Ziqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, "Impossible, impossible, although my students are mischievous, but they are not bad-minded, and such excessive things as burning papers should not be done. Forget it, it must be The answer was poor, so I didn’t dare to hand it in because I was afraid of being scolded. When I count the names in class tomorrow, I will know who failed to hand it in.”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and began to correct the papers.Probably because of the sweat on the hand, the pen was not listening to the boss, and kept slipping out.Wei Ziqing had to write a few words before stopping to wipe his hands.

The room was very quiet, only the rustling sound of Wei Ziqing flipping the paper.

Wei Ziqing didn't know what strange answer he saw, so he suddenly laughed.He pointed to the ancient poetry fill-in-the-blank question on the test paper, and then drew a round "0" on it.

"Report to the king on the golden stage, and cut down all the vicious slaves outside the Great Wall." Zhao Suyi saw the answers filled out by the students, and sighed, "What a patriotic heart, worthy of praise. It's a pity that the donkey's lips are not right, and the 'Hung' is still If you make a mistake, you will get zero points for the pain.”

"To be honest, being a teacher is quite interesting, but sometimes it's tiring, especially for junior high school teachers." Wei Ziqing said, "Children at this age are just when they like to fantasize. They come into contact with colorful The world, eager to blend in and prove that I have grown up, so I tend to do some impulsive and naive things.”

Wei Ziqing's writing paused briefly: "There is a girl in my class who is very beautiful. Many boys like to play with her. Later, she fell in love with the bastard in the next class who skipped class and fought every day. .I called her to the office and told her: "That boy is a slut, not a good thing. You are a girl, you must think clearly about things like relationships. Protect yourself and take good care of yourself." "

"It's a pity that I said so much, she didn't listen to a word, and went her own way. Then one day after school, I passed the student carport, and the girl in my class and her little boyfriend were there. I don't know who shouted: 'The teacher is here !' I saw that little bastard running away on his own, faster than a rocket. This little bastard claims to be a domineering young man, but he has no responsibility at all. It is really not worth entrusting him for life. But the girls in my class are anxious, I just chased after him. When I couldn’t catch up, I squatted on the ground and cried.”

Wei Ziqing finished grading another paper, and he lowered his head to write the score: "The next day I called her to the office to talk again, and asked her to go home and reflect."

Xuanxuan lay on the counter, blinking: "Teacher Wei should be very popular with students, right?"

Wei Ziqing shook his head, with a dumbfounding expression on his face: "They don't like me, and they even nicknamed me 'Cousin' in private - the Tang of Tuo Tang. Sometimes I walk in the corridor, far away You can hear them shouting 'Cousin is here, cousin is here, run!' as if I am some kind of demonic Yaksha."

Zhao Suyi: "Normally, when I was at school, I was also afraid of the teacher to death."

Xuanxuan seemed to have heard something strange: "Boss, why are you still afraid of the teacher?"

Zhao Suyi made a "tsk" sound: "What do you know? My brother relationship with the teacher is like Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Kuangyi. If I dared to rebel against Chen Qiao at school, he would kill me with the sound of an ax and candle shadow. Of course I have to keep a low profile Be human."

"Your analogy is very interesting."

"Teacher Wei is absurd." Zhao Suyi's face is as thick as the Great Wall, and ten thousand arrows can't pierce it. "I am very interesting, humorous and witty, and I am very popular."

Wei Ziqing smiled: "Being your teacher must be a very troublesome thing."

The rain gradually became thinner, and the streets were shrouded in fog like fog, blurring the outlines of the surrounding tall buildings.The breeze is shaking the leaves of the trees, and the shadows are mottled.

Wei Ziqing finished judging the last paper and put away his pen.Fearing that it might be broken, he tidied up the paper and carefully put it back into the briefcase: "The rain is getting lighter, I should go home too, and thank you three."

"You're welcome." Zhao Suyi stood up, took out a black umbrella from under the counter and handed it to Wei Ziqing, "Mr. Wei, the rain hasn't stopped outside. This umbrella is for you to use first, to keep out the rain first." The road is foggy, be careful, but don't lose your umbrella."

Wei Ziqing felt strange, how could there be fog at night in this summer?Seeing Zhao Suyi's amiable smile, he suppressed his doubts and took the black umbrella: "I'll deliver it when I pass by here after get off work tomorrow."

"I'm not in a hurry to return it." Zhao Suyi smiled, "Welcome to come back next time."

Wei Ziqing responded, opened the door and walked out.

The wind chime by the door rang softly.

The rain outside the house was already light, Wei Ziqing opened his umbrella for fear of getting the papers inside the briefcase wet.The fine raindrops splashed on the umbrella surface, making a series of "crackling" sounds, round and smooth.

Wei Ziqing was walking alone on the street. For some reason, he suddenly felt cold and subconsciously quickened his pace.After walking not far like this, a layer of fog formed in front of his eyes, as white as moonlight, and the buildings on both sides were looming in it.

Because of the fog, the lights of the street lamps also became dim, and the surrounding area was shrouded in gray.Wei Ziqing couldn't see the way clearly, and walked in the direction of his memory home.The surroundings were silent, and some figures suddenly appeared beside him, and then disappeared suddenly, disappearing in the mist.

In a daze, Wei Ziqing felt like a small boat floating in the vast sea.When he came to the entrance of the community, he found that all the floors were dark with lights, and there was no light at all.The tall buildings are like urns being erected.

A chill ran up Wei Ziqing's spine, making him shiver.

Wei Ziqing didn't dare to think too much, the only thing left in his mind was to go home quickly.He quickened his pace again, almost trotting forward.After about five or six minutes, he came to the door of the apartment building where he lived.

At this time, Wei Ziqing let go of his hanging heart, raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, walked to the entrance of the corridor, and climbed up the stairs.

Wei Ziqing's house was on the second floor. When he turned the stairs, he found the door of the house was wide open and the lights in the house were not turned on.He thought of his wife and daughter at home, and suddenly panicked, holding the briefcase tightly in his left arm, and stumbled into it.

Wei Ziqing looked around his home, trying to turn on the light, but couldn't find the light switch.With a blank mind, not knowing what happened, he called out the names of his family members.After a moment of silence, a faint candle light suddenly lit up in the bedroom.

He swallowed his throat, walked slowly towards the bedroom, and asked, "Is that you?"

No one answered.

Wei Ziqing felt vaguely bad, this kind of scene reminded him of the plots in horror movies.He felt that there was an evil spirit dormant in the darkness, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Holding the umbrella in one hand, Wei Ziqing continued to walk towards the bedroom in a defensive posture.He softly called his wife and daughter's names one by one, as if these two names could give him courage.

Finally, Wei Ziqing came to the bedroom door.He clearly saw that the bedroom was empty, except for a black wooden table in the center.

A pair of candles were burning on the wooden table, and the crimson wax dripped one by one, staining half of the table.And beside the table, there were two paper figurines that looked like boys and girls.

The dark eyes of the two paper figurines rolled around, and the corners of their bright red mouths reached to the ears, and they let out a burst of giggling.They looked at the dumbfounded Wei Ziqing, twisted their necks exaggeratedly, and with a smile on their faces, they said each word: "Welcome, welcome, go home."

Wei Ziqing was so frightened that his scalp was numb, he screamed, hugged the briefcase and the borrowed umbrella, turned around and ran outside.

This is not his home.

Wei Ziqing rushed downstairs, at this time the fog dissipated a bit, revealing the surrounding buildings.Only then did he realize that the entire neighborhood, including the flowers and plants around him, were all made of paper.

He didn't know what happened, and he didn't know where his family members went. He just felt that he was going crazy.

"Illusion, it must be an illusion..." Wei Ziqing muttered, stretched out his hand and slapped himself several times, but it didn't help, the absurd world was still in front of him.

Wei Ziqing's face was pale, he hugged his briefcase and umbrella tightly, and rushed to the street.In the white mist as thin as cicada's wings, there are horses made of paper running and people made of paper laughing.

On the fog-shrouded long street, he grabbed his hair fiercely, screamed hysterically a few times, and then ran in the opposite direction from those paper figurines.

Wei Ziqing ran around like a headless chicken for a while, and suddenly heard the cries of many people.It contained his daughter's voice, his wife's voice, and his parents' voice.

Wei Ziqing listened carefully and was sure that it was a family member.He gasped for a moment, and searched in the direction of the sound.However, within a few steps, a wreath blocked the middle of the road, and the long elegiac couplet swayed in the wind, with black and white letters on it, which read:

"When you go to the underworld, your loyal heart will last through the ages. ——Painful condolences to Mr. Wei Ziqing, the people's teacher."

There is also a black and white photo clipped on the wreath. The man in the photo has calm eyes and a humble smile.

It was Wei Ziqing's own portrait.

Wei Ziqing's eyes widened, and he stepped back in disbelief.He hugged the briefcase and umbrella tightly in his arms, staggered on his feet, and looked like he might fall at any time.

There were a few cyan insects like cicadas, shining brightly, and landed on the black umbrella.

Just when Wei Ziqing was at a loss, a hand gently patted his shoulder.Wei Ziqing was startled, turned around and found that it was the boss of 173 Xinghua Road.

Zhao Suyi.

However, Zhao Suyi's dress is different from when he was in the shop.He didn't wear glasses, his long hair was loosely tied with a hairpin, his light blue robes swept the floor, and he held a copper smoking pot in his right hand.

"Teacher Wei, we meet again—" The green clam that was on the black umbrella flapped its wings and landed on Zhao Suyi's shoulder.He looked at him, smiled and said, "Welcome, Huang Quan."

Wei Ziqing's lips trembled slightly because of fear, he held on to the briefcase and umbrella tightly, with an expression of disbelief on his face: "Huang, Huang Quan?"

Zhao Suyi took a puff of cigarette: "Look at your own hands if you don't believe me."

Wei Ziqing lowered his head, raised a hand to look, and found that his hand was covered with ashes from the fire, and it was greasy.He frantically wiped the ashes off his hands, but he couldn't clean them off.

Zhao Suyi looked calm, and said slowly: "Mr. Wei, you are dead."

"Dead? Am I dead?"

The briefcase and umbrella fell to the ground suddenly.

This sentence is like a key, opening the box of memory.Wei Ziqing remembered the scene of tables and chairs being burned and deformed in the flames, and an ugly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, I am indeed dead.

The author has something to say: When I was in high school, I went to the carport to push the car after school.It just so happened that the grade director came to wander around the carport on a whim that day, and immediately caught several couples who were making love to each other in the carport.Among them was a couple, the boy ran away after riding a bicycle, the girl chased after them, and the senior management officer chased them.Wherever he went, chickens and dogs jumped.

The boy ran fast and disappeared after a while.The girl couldn't catch up with him, so she stopped running, and was caught by the grade director, squatting on the ground and crying.

I usually can't remember anything when I read books, but this shit happened for five years.

That is a very beautiful girl.

☆, General (3)

Wei Ziqing has been teaching for more than ten years, and it was the first time he met a student like Zhang Houer.

Zhang Hou'er's real name is Zhang Peng. Because he is thin and mischievous, he jumps up and down all day, just like a monkey, so he got this nickname.

One day in math class, Zhang Houer was sleeping in the last row. It happened that a substitute teacher came to the class that day. He didn't know Zhang Houer's virtues, so he called his name and went to the blackboard to do the questions.

Zhang Hou'er's deskmate quickly shook his shoulders and whispered, "Brother Hou'er, the teacher asked you to go up and do the questions!"

Zhang Houer hated other people disturbing his dream, frowned, opened his eyes and slowly stood up from his seat, and said confidently, "Teacher, who is Zhang Peng? My name is Zhang Houer."

The substitute teacher had a pretty good temper. He endured the student who dared to contradict him in public and didn't get angry: "Student Monkey, you do the questions."

Zhang Hou'er giggled and spread his hands together: "I don't know how to do this question, teacher, you can't force others to make things difficult, right?" After speaking, he packed up his things, took his books, paper and pens and started to walk outside.

Surprised and angry, the substitute teacher slammed on the podium with the eraser in his hand: "Student Zhang, where are you going?!"

Zhang Hou'er: "I speak quickly, so I must have made the teacher angry. I know that the teacher will be annoyed when he sees me, so he will inevitably drive me out. I don't need the teacher to speak, I will go out by myself, self-exile, and self-reflection."

As soon as these words came out, the substitute teacher felt like he had eaten a big pot of rat shit.It was not right to ask Zhang Houer to sit down, nor to go out, so I had to watch him walk out the door amidst the roar of laughter.

"I can't take this class!" Afterwards, the substitute teacher took a picture of the lesson plan on Wei Ziqing's desk, "Mr. Wei, it's just that... that monkey in your class, who talks nonsense, messes around, and has no order in his eyes." ! I can't have a class without him."

Wei Ziqing took a paper cup and offered a glass of water to the substitute teacher who was blushing from anger: "Calm down first, let me talk about him when I come down."

"It doesn't matter what it is, I think a student like him just can't change his shit!" The substitute teacher was furious, "Anyway, it's already the third year of junior high school, and the higher-ups have to pay attention to the rate of admission to higher education. In my opinion, students like Zhang Houer You can’t get into high school either. You are the head teacher, so why not call his parents and persuade him to go to a technical secondary school, at least he has a skill, and now he’s messing around in school and it’s still a nuisance to everyone.”

Wei Ziqing was stunned: "Let me think about it."

After sending away the angry substitute teacher, Wei Ziqing dug out the roster in the drawer.The roster records the name of every student in the class, the contact information of their parents, and their home address.

Wei Ziqing found the column of "Zhang Peng", carefully wrote down the phone number and address at the back, closed the booklet, turned to the monitor who had just come to deliver the students' homework, and said, "Let Zhang Peng come and find me."

The squad leader said "Hey", put down a pile of homework like a hill, and ran to the classroom in a hurry.He slammed on the door twice, suppressing the noisy noise in the classroom when class was over, with a gloating smile on his face, he shouted loudly: "Zhang Houer, my cousin is here."

"Okay!" Zhang Hou'er responded, stood up from his seat, put on his school uniform and went out.He passed the podium and waved to the students below, "Yishui is rustling and the wind is cold in the west, and the seats are full of clothes like snow... Zhang bids farewell!"

He swaggered all the way to the door of the teacher's office, knocked twice casually, pushed the door open and walked in: "Teacher, I'm here."

"Sit down." Wei Ziqing looked up at Zhang Hou'er, and picked up a Chinese paper in his hand, "I remember that your Chinese language was the last one last time, but this time it's okay, you barely passed. Although there are many typos, The handwriting is illegible, but overall there is still a lot of progress..."

"Teacher Wei." Zhang Hou'er felt something was wrong, and couldn't help interrupting Wei Ziqing, "Is the teacher calling me here to praise me?"

"Why, don't you like to hear praise?" Wei Ziqing looked at Zhang Hou'er who was opposite him, and sat up a little bit. "You know what you did wrong when you contradicted the teacher in class. In fact, you can listen to me whether I criticize or not." If you don't go in, you just say that you will correct it next time. Say it yourself, which time you are not like this?"

Zhang Houer lowered his head in embarrassment and scratched the back of his head, "Teacher Wei is right."

"Still smiling here." Wei Ziqing shook his head and sighed, "Zhang Peng, you are no worse than those good students. With a little effort, you can be admitted to a good school."

Zhang Hou'er got straight to the point: "Teacher, I don't want to study. I think reading is boring and has no future."

Wei Ziqing was a little angry and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I don't know either." Zhang Hou'er said, "Three hundred and sixty, one can be the number one. Aren't there many successful people who started from the grassroots? I think I can do it too."

"The times are different." Wei Ziqing glanced at the phone, "It's almost time for class, you should go back first. Remember, don't contradict the teacher anymore."

"I know." Zhang Hou'er nodded vigorously, with a sincere attitude, making it hard to tell whether he really knew it or pretended to know it.

After Zhang Houer left, the class bell rang.Wei Ziqing sat alone in the office, stroking the small note that recorded Zhang Hou'er's home address and his parents' mobile phone, thought for a long time, and decided to go to his house.

Zhang Houer's home is on "Fruit Street".That area is an old city that needs to be developed urgently. Most of the residents on the whole street are migrant workers. There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons. The business is mainly fruit wholesale, so it is called "Fruit Street".

At two o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday, Wei Ziqing explained a few words to his family, and rode a small bicycle to Fruit Street.Summer is the season of watermelons, and you can see large trucks full of watermelons parked on the side of the road everywhere, and the sound of mechanical sales is repeated from small speakers, one after another.From time to time, there will be a few naked boys running around along the curb, and the whole street is extremely chaotic.

According to the note, Wei Ziqing found Zhang Hou'er's home, a small fruit shop, and there were two girls aged sixteen or seventeen in the shop. Because the business was not good, they sat in the corner and played. cell phone.

Because Wei Ziqing hadn't greeted Zhang Houer's parents before, the two girls thought he was a customer who came to buy fruit, so they put down their phones and got up to say hello.

Wei Ziqing quickly waved to them: "I'm here to find Zhang Peng's parents, and I'm his homeroom teacher."

After hearing this, the two girls turned their heads and shouted towards the second floor: "Dad, Mom, Sanpengzi's teacher is looking for you!"

"Come here!" The people in the room responded a few times, and hurriedly ran down the stairs full of sundries.Zhang Houer's parents and Wei Ziqing had met at previous parent-teacher meetings. When Zhang Peng's father saw Wei Ziqing, he eagerly extended his hand to him.But Zhang Houer's father immediately thought of something, took his hand back, wiped it off his clothes, and then shook hands with Wei Ziqing, "Teacher Wei, welcome, come in and sit down!"

Wei Ziqing smiled politely. He noticed the two girls. Because of their occupations, he couldn't help but ask, "Are they your daughters? Where are they going to school this year?"

Zhang Hou'er's father shook his head and smiled: "Oh, the girls are from family to family. If they can help the family, they just need to know how to read and write. I don't expect them to be honored." At this point, his face changed slightly, "Mr. Wei, you Come to us personally, did Zhang Peng cause trouble? This little bastard went out to play, and I will take care of him when I come back."

"No, I just want to talk to the two of you about Zhang Peng's study."

In fact, the purpose of Wei Ziqing's coming here at the beginning was to accept the suggestion of the substitute teacher and want to persuade Zhang Houer to leave.This is not a trivial matter, so he came here personally to save face for Zhang Hou'er.

But when Wei Ziqing saw the two girls, he couldn't utter the words of persuasion.According to Zhang Houer's virtues, even if he went to technical secondary school, he would inevitably be dismissed, and he would have to sell fruit or work part-time at a young age.

As his teacher, he suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

Zhang Hou'er's parents didn't know what happened in these few minutes, so they warmly invited Wei Ziqing to sit upstairs.

As soon as I arrived on the second floor, a piece of A4 paper pasted on the wall came into view.A stickman was drawn on the paper, with a big "Wei" character on the stickman's forehead, and "Powerful" marked with a carbon pen next to it.A line of scribbled words on the bottom of the paper: "An Neng smashes his eyebrows and bends his waist to serve the powerful, making me unhappy!"

Wei Ziqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This word is written quite like Li Bai's chivalry."

Zhang Hou'er's mother didn't know why, so she smiled and said, "Zhang Peng wrote it for fun."

There are three rooms on the second floor, the largest one is the living room, the bedroom of Zhang Houer's parents, and the kitchen of the whole family.Wei Ziqing took the little mat from Zhang Houer's father and sat down.

Because it is related to the future of the students, Wei Ziqing told his parents about Zhang Houer's performance in school.

He just wants his students to improve.

But Zhang Hou'er's parents were furious when they heard that their only son was so stubborn.Especially Zhang Hou'er's father, who was so angry that he paced back and forth in the room: "I still hope that he will be famous in the future, and he will be a leader in the future. He is so good, he will embarrass me at school all day long!"

Wei Ziqing frowned: "Daddy Zhang Peng, now that the child is grown up, he can tell what is right and what is wrong. What I am talking about today is to hope that parents can urge him to study."

Zhang Hou'er's father laughed together: "Yes, yes, listen to the teacher, and be sure to supervise."

Wei Ziqing explained a few more words carefully, and then left Fruit Street on his bicycle.

In the evening, Zhang Houer came home.His two sisters were playing with their mobile phones and ignored him.

Zhang Houer just went upstairs when Zhang Houer's father walked in from the door of the shop.With a gloomy face, he followed behind Zhang Hou'er, dragging a big broom for sweeping the street.

In an instant, the big broom with the thickness of the baby's arm hit Zhang Hou'er on the back, causing him to stagger in pain and almost fell on the stairs.

Before Zhang Hou'er could react, he heard his father say behind him: "Kneel down! You are unfilial!"

Zhang Hou'er was at a loss: "How can I be unfilial?"

"You still talk back!" Zhang Hou'er's father was furious, and said while beating, "I also want my son Jackie Chan. I finally had a son, but you didn't live up to it, and let the people in the school laugh for nothing. If it weren't for Teacher Wei today Home visit, I don’t know that you changed your name to Zhang Hou’er in public, but after two days, you don’t even want Zhang’s surname anymore?”

Zhang Houer's two older sisters were watching the excitement nearby.

After beating like this for a while, Zhang Hou'er didn't have the energy to cry anymore, so Zhang Hou'er's father threw the broom and said with red eyes, "I'm doing this for your own good... okay, go up and do your homework .”

Zhang Hou'er didn't say a word. When he went upstairs, he saw the A4 paper with the character "Wei" on it, and tore it off.He went back to the room, tore the paper into shreds, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into the trash can.

Zhang Hou looked like a mad dog who is catching and biting, and his voice was shaking with anger: "You, surnamed Wei, are Yue Buqun. You were kind to me in school, and you were serious behind your back. You came to my house and sued me for crimes." ?!"

At this time, Zhang Hou'er's mother opened the door and came in.Holding the sweater needles in both hands, she walked to Zhang Houer while knitting a sweater.She saw Zhang Hou'er's paper was empty, without writing a word, and her face turned red with anger.

She looked at the sweater needle, then at the papers on the table, hesitated for a moment, then, cruelly, pulled out the sweater needle and slammed it into Zhang Hou'er.

Zhang Houer gasped in pain and asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"I have to urge you to study." Zhang Hou'er's mother lowered her head and wiped her tears: "I am your mother. If I pierce you, will I not hurt or feel sad? You didn't ask for it....You are the only one in our family. This son, your two elder sisters will marry sooner or later, and I have no intention of counting on the married daughter and the water poured out. Son, you are different. If you don’t make progress and study hard, you will If you have to be as worthless as your father, our family will be poor for a lifetime. Isn't it for your own good that I do this?"

After Zhang Hou'er heard this, he just felt uncomfortable in his heart, grievance, sadness, anger... so many negative emotions piled up, and he could hardly breathe.He is a prisoner on death row, and his mother, like an executioner with a butcher knife, sits next to him, ready to cut off his head.

Both school and home made Zhang Hou'er feel strange, he didn't know what to do, as long as he thought of going to school and going home, his whole body became desperate, as if there was a flame burning in his body, trying to burn him to death Same.

Seeing Zhang Houer in a daze, Zhang Houer's mother stopped knitting: "Why don't you write again?!"

Zhang Hou'er clenched his hands into fists, his eyes fixed on the problem that he didn't know how to do.Suddenly, he wanted to burn all the papers and textbooks in front of him.

Burn to ashes with him, nothing left.

The author has something to say: I was a little bastard in high school. I had an argument with my class teacher and went home on strike. I almost dropped out of school. It was the class teacher who persuaded me to go back.When I was in school, I thought she was terribly bad, but now that I think about it, it's all her fault, maybe I missed her.

☆, General (4)

The fire was started in the morning.

Wei Ziqing remembered that the school held a small test that morning.Zhang Houer cheated in the examination room, was caught by the invigilator, and was sentenced to zero points on the spot.Hearing this, he asked Zhang Hou'er to come to his office with the paper.

Now that things have happened, Wei Ziqing doesn't know how to face this child who refuses to change after repeated admonitions.He was silent for a while, and said, "Remember to take the paper home after school today and ask your parents to sign it."

Zhang Hou'er heard the word "parents", as if he heard something funny.With trembling hands, he clutched the paper with zero marks on it, lowered his head, and remained silent.

Wei Ziqing felt that Zhang Houer's parents, as guardians of the child's growth, could guide Zhang Houer on the right path.But he didn't know that to Zhang Hou'er, his biological parents were more like ruthless butchers, always ready to kill him.

He thought: "You forced me to do this."

Zhang Hou'er laughed for a while, and suddenly felt his cheeks were wet, and when he reached out to touch it, he actually cried.He wiped away his tears indiscriminately, sighed and said, "Teacher, let me pack up my things. I'm a little tired and want to go back to my hometown."

Wei Ziqing took a lot of toilet paper from the paper drawer, stood up from his seat, walked up to Zhang Houer, and handed him the tissue: "Manly man, wipe your face... I have class later, I don’t care about you. If you want to go home and calm down for a while, you can come back to class after you adjust.”

Zhang Houer took the paper from Wei Ziqing, thanked him, and turned to walk towards the classroom.He walked very slowly, like a snail dragging a heavy shell.His expression was half a smile, not a smile, and he looked a little nervous.

He came to the door of the classroom, and the bright sunshine filled the whole room, warm and bright.The wind in the sky is weaving clouds, and the students are walking out in twos and threes, preparing to go to physical education class.

After a while, the people in the classroom almost left.Zhang Hou'er then returned to his seat and slowly packed his things.

Locking the door was supposed to be done by the class leader, but the class leader was in a hurry to play basketball. Seeing Zhang Houer in the classroom, he yelled to Zhang Houer: "You will lock the door later, I'm busy here, let's go first! "

Zhang Houer nodded: "Okay."

When the monitor left and he was the only one left in the classroom, Zhang Houer locked the front and back doors of the classroom.

But it is locked from the inside.

Zhang Hou'er looked around the empty classroom, the temples on both sides of his head were beating non-stop, and the blood in his whole body was surging with the fast beating heart.He strode to his seat and threw all the textbooks on the desk and schoolbag onto the cold tiled floor as if venting his anger.

He laughed like a clown on stage.

Zhang Hou'er opened all the windows in the classroom again, and without obstructions, the cicadas singing among the trees suddenly amplified several times, as grand as a symphony.The midsummer wind blew straight in, bringing a tinge of scorching heat.

He sat on the ground, tore those books and scrolls into pieces and threw them away.Looking up, I watched them being blown away by the wind, like Yanshan snow, falling everywhere.

Zhang Hou'er took out the lighter he had hidden in advance from his trouser pocket, and used it to ignite the scraps of paper on the ground.Then he stood up and lit the curtain again.

The wind blew in, and those burning light blue curtains fluttered in front of his eyes, as light as a dream.

Because it was an old classroom, the equipment inside was very old, and the flames shot up half a meter soon.The temperature of the entire classroom is rising rapidly, and the wooden tables and chairs are deformed and carbonized in the dark orange fire, making a "crackling" sound.

All the textbooks and papers in the classroom are burning, dark