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Everyone stared at Lu Qiong.

Can't see Lu Qiong.

Lu Qiong lowered her head, bowed her waist, and bent very low, trying to hide her body.

"Lu Qiong, I don't want to know anymore, don't talk about it anymore." Xu Chenmu interrupted suddenly, "It's good that you stand tall, you look good, you study well, you have a personality, and you have your own style in everything you do Thoughts, cattle and sheep live in groups, lions and tigers only walk alone, I'm tired, it's late today, I want to sleep----"

Lu Qiong is still standing tall and straight, not bent over as she described herself, wanting to embrace the earth and bury it in the soil, she is proudly looking at the world with her chin like Jin Song, but now she turns her head gently: " You've said this before. Never mind, it's just a little thing--"

"This is not a trivial matter, Lu Qiong. Do you know how many children in the world commit suicide because of school violence? I have done a survey before, and the number is astonishing. You know that there are such children who hurt you in cold words in many places you can't see. Others, is the attitude of the parents so annoying?"

"I know, I know how annoying the parents' attitude is." Lu Qiong answered her gently, her eyes became moist involuntarily, and her eyes were blurred.

A blurred road, going back to that day, she saw three big characters on the blackboard, Shame ru list.

His name was emblazoned on it.

The other one is the last one in the class with dementia, he looked at Lu Qiong cheerfully: "You are the same as me."

"It's not a happy thing. You shouldn't be like me. You should be like them. I'm different from you." Lu Qiong looked at the chalk writing on the blackboard to himself, and there were circles drawn around it. Circle, the other corner of the blackboard is the Honor Roll, which corresponds to the names of the top ten in the grade, and her name is being erased. The girl holding her own notebook is waving the blackboard eraser vigorously, as if to make Lu Qiong Wipe off the same.

"You deserve it." Someone said to Lu Qiong, "You are a thief."

Lu Qiong pursed her lips and said nothing.

"The teacher said that you have to pay for my mental damage. Did you hear that? The teacher said that he was very disappointed in you. I didn't expect the old man to talk like farts, but today he speaks so nicely." The woman who lost her notebook The child was discussing happily beside her, Lu Qiong turned her head and glanced at her, she smiled and pointed her head with her index finger, "You are a thief."

As if they had a legitimate reason to bully her, her book was picked up and thrown on the ground, trampling on the mud, they seemed to have a vent, staring at her and laughing, waiting for her compensation.

Tore her schoolbag.

In the ginkgo tree, she silently told the cause and effect of this matter to the ginkgo tree in her heart.

The next day was sunny and cloudless, suitable for diary making. The sky was so blue that you could tear it off and make bookmarks. Lu Qiong came to school early.

She stood on the podium, took a stack of her own notebooks, the same beautiful notebooks, the kind not sold in small county towns, rested her fingers on them, silently looked at the empty table below, and waited until everyone came, and saw Lu Qiong, Lu Qiong was sitting there with her schoolbag on her back. They had no choice but to hide anything, so they could only stare at her with a smirk.

Starting from the first row, she handed over the first notebook: "I'm sorry I stole your notebook."

The short boy looked at her in surprise, he didn't lose his book.

The deskmate next to him poked him with an elbow and told him that the teacher told her to return the notebook to the girl and said three times in front of the whole class: "I'm sorry I stole your notebook."

That very thin girl with trousers rolled up, her hair was combed much neater than usual, her face was cold and lonely as usual, she was weirder than usual, she was on everyone's table from the first row to the last row , They all put a notebook lightly.

From his throat, he said softly: "I'm sorry, I stole your book."

Say it to everyone.

Silent way of protest.

Walking to the side of the girl, the girl was wearing a hairpin in the shape of a plum blossom, sitting there with her arms crossed, she felt that she had a position, Lu Qiong was a thief, and it was only natural for her to pay for her book. It was Lu Qiong who had a problem with his mind.

But at that time, she also panicked, she thought her notebook was unique, and Lu Qiong had so many notebooks, so expensive.

Ah, so her father is a rich man, and her mother married her father because she saw that her father was rich.

That's it.

His stand became firmer, and he raised his head to look at the girl. The girl was slender and fair, with an aura of not getting close to strangers. She was different from everyone here.

A notebook was placed on the table, which was exactly the same as the one I had lost, except that it was a new one, as new as the one I took from Lu Qiong.

"Sorry, I stole your book." Lu Qiong stared into her eyes and said softly.

Holding on to the hairpin, she cleared her throat: "I'll just pretend it didn't happen, anyway, you paid it back, but a thief is a thief, and you can't change it even if you pay it back. As the saying goes, nature is hard to change! "

"I'm sorry, I stole your notebook." Lu Qiong lowered her eyes and said it a second time. The whole classroom fell silent, and everyone secretly watched Lu Qiong, wondering why this girl who behaved strangely was going crazy. .

It's just that I feel a little flustered from the bottom of my heart. Lu Qiong was tortured by eyes, and her name had already been hanged in broad daylight countless times. Now she shrugged, as if she didn't care about everything, holding the book, her eyes were full of stern light. Later she Only then did I realize that my gaze was called hatred.

"I'm sorry----" She took a deep breath and drew out her tone, "I stole your notebook."

This is the third repetition.

"You, you, what the hell do you want to do?" The girl slapped the table and jumped up.

The author has something to say: I was very homesick some time ago.

Maybe it's a little indifferent here, or maybe it's because the noodles here are so unpalatable.

I want to go back to eat oat noodles. The soup stewed with fresh mushrooms is very delicious.

Then he even missed the dried noodles.

This summer after graduating from high school, I was extremely bored. I never cook and suddenly want to eat something for myself.

I ordered a bowl of the thinnest noodles, clear soup, cut some green vegetable leaves, and put some ground vegetables in the soup base. If there is no ground vegetables, just make do with seaweed, a handful of dried shrimps, and occasionally some chicken eggs and fungus shreds, the soup flower Turn it over, throw in the pepper and salt, quickly take it out of the pot, add shredded beans, ham, yellow melon, water radish, pickled mustard, fried peanuts with salt, and cold bitter vegetables with chopsticks. , topped with sesame oil, eat like this every day, feel very good, life is very refreshing.

Now I can only eat instant noodles.

The noodles here are extremely unpalatable [生无可爱], like eating a pile of soft moldy French fries.

I want to go back to eat pressed rice noodles, bean noodles and steel wire noodles.

Chapter 59 Wednesday: The Shame in My Heart

Lu Qiong turned her head, walked to the next person with the book in her arms, and handed it over. She has many such books, which are worthless at all, and she doesn't care at all.

Don't care at all.

She remembered that when she was in the largest bookstore in the city, it was placed in the most conspicuous place on the counter, just one aisle away from her favorite "The Little Prince". It was not very thick, but it had very cute patterns. I can't remember the details, but I just remember the corner, the third page, is a white rabbit, she only remembers this.

"Sorry, I stole your notebook."

You are the thieves.You are all thieves.

Lu Qiong thought this way in her heart, but she was surrounded by Quru, unable to utter a word, she could only lower her head and distribute notebooks one by one. After the class bell rang, she sent them to the two rows of students in the south, The teacher opened the door and came in, seeing this scene: "Lu Qiong, what are you doing? Don't be special!"