Siheyuan: The rise and fall of the He family is our responsibility

Bang Geng had seen the rain a long time ago.

He is eight years old this year, but because he is not good at studying, the school refuses to let him go to the second grade.

No one in the class wanted to sit at the same table with him.

So he sat alone in the last row.

When I saw the rain coming in.

A hint of hatred flashed in Banggeng's eyes.

Grandma had already told him about this before.

The house where He Yushui and her brother lived should have been theirs.

However, the two men robbed his house like robbers.

Moreover, not only do they not pay themselves rent.

He also ate and drank well every day and refused to help their family.

Before, my mother went to their house to ask for meat, but they kicked her out.

Bang Geng already hated them in his heart.

In his heart, lived their house.

He Yuzhu and the others should get half of all their food.

They are just shameless!

Banggeng looked at Yu Shui’s schoolbag.

There was a glimmer of jealousy in his eyes.

He wanted it before, but his mother said that their family was poor and couldn't afford it.

Therefore, he carried a torn schoolbag that was sewn together every day.

Many classmates look down on him.

If they rented it to me, I could definitely afford it!

Thinking of this, Banggeng became even more annoyed.

When Yushui took out a new pencil case from his schoolbag.

Bang Geng's jealousy has reached its peak.

The one above is his favorite Nezha Conquers the Dragon King.

His eyes turned red with jealousy.

Yushui opened the pencil case, which was full of pencils and erasers.

Banggeng gritted his teeth and ground his back molars.

I thought about how I only had half a pencil and no eraser in a year.

He wished he could snatch Yu Shui's stationery right now.

How can a stinky country girl deserve such a good thing?

These should all be yours!

At this moment, Ran Qiuye on the podium spoke again.

"Come on, students, we are now officially in class. Please turn to page 3 of your textbook and recite the poem "Spring Dawn"."

"I'll give you one hour. I'll check you randomly later. If you can't recite it, I'll spank you."

Hearing this, everyone subconsciously straightened their bodies.

This is true even for stick memes.

Being beaten with a stick is the nightmare of every student.

The board hit my hands, and in serious cases, my hands became swollen.

However, after returning home, their parents not only fail to make decisions for them.

Instead, they would scold themselves for being so stupid.

They felt wronged, but there was nothing they could do.

Even though Jia Zhang loved stick jokes, she was still concerned about the teacher spanking her.

She didn't dare come to school to make trouble with the teacher.

Bang Geng took a look at Yu Shui's new stationery.

His eyes fell on his book.

I thought, it doesn’t matter, I will go tell Guangtian and Guangfu after class.

If they knew, they would definitely help me get my things back.

By then, both the schoolbag and pencil case will be yours.

Thinking of this, Banggeng felt very proud.

Afterwards, the classroom was filled with the sound of recitation.

……

An hour passed quickly.

Ran Qiuye hit the blackboard with a board, signaling everyone to stop.

In an instant, the classroom became quiet again.

Ran Qiuye walked down and picked some classmates to recite to.

The first few students advanced with some difficulty.

But I memorized it anyway.

After a round, Ran Qiuye finally looked at Bang Geng, who was looking around with a guilty conscience.

She stopped beside Bangter and knocked on his desk.

"Jia Geng, stand up and recite."

Bang Geng swallowed hard and glared at Yu Shui fiercely.

It’s all because of this country bumpkin, otherwise Teacher Ran would definitely not have randomly checked me.

He stood up and looked around.

“Spring… Spring…”

I can't even recite the first sentence of a good joke.

Ran Qiuye's face turned dark.

She clenched the board in her hands.

She has been teaching Banggeng for three years, and she has never seen such a stupid student.

Every year in the exam, I either get zero or three points.

It has been such a long time, but I still can’t memorize a song called Spring Dawn.

Thinking of this, her voice tone rose a lot.

"Spring what!"

Banggeng couldn't carry it with him to begin with, and after being hit like that, his body trembled and his legs almost went weak.

He hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"Spring... Spring sleep without bathing, mosquitoes bite everywhere... Everywhere, I turn over at night, and I don't know how many die."

The words fell.

Banggeng looked at Ran Qiuye, his eyes full of an expression of waiting for praise.

It seems to be saying, I have memorized it, how awesome am I!

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

But Banggeng didn't notice it and thought everyone was encouraging him.

Seeing him like this, Ran Qiuye was so angry that he picked up the board.

Serious opening.

"Give me your hand."

Hearing this, Bang Geng’s face turned pale.

Only then did he realize that he might have recited it wrong again.

His hand subconsciously shrank behind him.

Even though he had been beaten many times.

But I can never forget that burning pain.

Ran Qiuye knocked on his desk.

"Don't make me do it again."

Hear this.

Bang Geng could only stretch out his hand reluctantly.

clap clap clap!

The board fell heavily on Banggeng's hand.

His palms immediately turned red.

After a while, the hand began to become red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There were tears in Banggeng's eyes.

It's about to fall off and it looks pitiful.

His hands were shaking.

I can't control myself anymore.

Bang Geng was sobbing and looked like he was about to cry in the next second.

However, Ran Qiuye showed no mercy and gave Banggeng five strokes of the board.

Then he stopped, looked at Bang Geng, and criticized him seriously.

"Jia Geng, I'll give you one day. If you still can't memorize this poem."

"From now on, you will stand in the back during my classes. Sit down now."

Banggeng sat down feeling aggrieved, his face full of unwillingness and tears.

Then she looked at the rain beside her.

"He Yushui, you carry it."

She tightened the board in her hand again. As long as it was almost enough, she would let He Yushui go.

In the eyes of the crowd watching the excitement.

Yu Shui mustered up the courage to stand up and recited the poem skillfully.

“You don’t wake up to the dawn when you sleep in spring, and you hear the singing of birds everywhere.”

"The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour."

She is by far the most skilled one in the class.

In an instant, everyone, including Ran Qiuye, looked at her in shock.

Even Bang Geng stopped crying and looked at her with resentment in his eyes.

Ran Qiuye nodded, very satisfied.

"Yushui, how come you can recite it so skillfully?"

Rain said with a smile.

"Although I never went to school, my brother taught me, and I could recite this poem when I was five years old."

"I also know a lot, such as "Song of the Peasants" and Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland". I also know it."

Hearing this, Ran Qiuye's eyes were full of shock.

This poem is far beyond the first grade level.

It seems that this girl is smart and may be a promising person.

I underestimated her. I should find some time to put her in the first row.

Ran Qiuye made up her mind, but she didn't forget about Banggeng.

She glared at him with cold eyes.

"Jia Geng, stand at the back. Sit down when you have memorized it!"