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My acquaintance with him is very ordinary.

We were in the same class, from junior high school to high school, a key provincial school. At that time, I was still able to study, so I passed the junior high school entrance examination, and barely passed the high school entrance examination.But he is different, he is the son of a rich man in the province, and his father donated a building to the school, which is the tallest and best one, so he has been a famous figure in the school since he came, rich, handsome and tall.The real rich and handsome.

We were not in the same class when we were in junior high school. He was in Class C and I was in Class A. My grades were very good. When I was in my hometown, although I was admitted to the provincial key Class A, I was a crane tail. The same, except that he is the tail of the crane in class C. If I go to their class, I can take the first place.

We are required to live on campus, so I can always meet him in the corridor, we are on the same floor, but he should not have noticed me, I am a transparent person, generally few people will notice me, I have no friends, I don't know how to make friends with people. I was admitted from a poor county. After I came to study, I found that I couldn't get in and understand the topics that my classmates said. I once heard them say that I It's a bumpkin, very earthy, ugly, Low.

I used to have low self-esteem, it was difficult to adapt to the environment, and I lived carefully every day, for fear of being disliked by others, but I was still disliked by them. When they said this, they had a mocking smile and said it without any responsibility. Guilt, like saying that the weather is really bad today, is commonplace, but they don't know, every time I hear this, I feel that the color of the sky is a little darker.

I also used to have the ambition not to lose to others. When I first stepped into this school, when I found that other students were different from me—even though we were all wearing the same school uniform, we still looked different. .They are confident and high-spirited, they walk with the wind, their backs are straight, and the shoes on their feet cost thousands of dollars. I don't know the entertainment gossip they talk about.I also want to straighten my back in front of them with what I am good at. What I am good at is studying. I work very hard, but I still can't understand the English teacher's class, and I can't solve the math equation...even when I am studying In fact, I can't compare with them.

I thought about quitting school because I was so lonely, I was alone in school, no one wanted to talk to me, no one wanted to know me, I wanted to go home, although I was the only one at home, but the neighbor , The aunts next door will come to talk to me, and occasionally praise me, saying that I am very good at studying, which makes me a little happy and a little confident.

I passed the first grade of junior high school alone, and the second grade of junior high school alone. When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I felt that I was old enough to drop out of school. Part-time job, people in the village say that part-time job can make money, and you can meet many good people, I am very yearning.I can also tell the government that paid for my education that they are going to save a lot of money, and to be honest, it doesn't feel good to be funded, as if I owe someone something.

I mustered up the courage to find the teacher, and then I met him downstairs in the dormitory.

He drank a lot that day, and I could smell the alcohol on his body before I got close to him. He sat by the flower bed, as if he was too drunk to get up, but waved in my direction.

I'm very sensitive to the surrounding environment. I saw him the first time he slapped me, and I wanted to go up to help him, but I was also afraid, so I pretended I didn't see it and prepared to walk over, but he slapped me again. Two times, three times... Then he called me, his voice was full of drunkenness and impatience, I was frightened and stood still.

"Then who... from dormitory 215..." He was drunk and spoke intermittently, but I heard my dormitory number right away. I was very surprised. I was surprised that he could remember which dormitory I lived in.So I walked up to him, didn't speak, and looked at him carefully and cautiously.

"I drank too much..." he said, "I'm... confused about everything, take me back to the dormitory..." After he finished speaking as a matter of course, he stretched out his hand and put his arm on my shoulder forcefully. I didn't expect him to be like this all of a sudden, his heart was pounding, and seeing him staggering to stand up, but he was dangling and unable to stand, I quickly reached out to support him: "You...be careful."

"Ah?" He opened his eyes and stared at me blankly: "Did you talk? What did you say?"

I held back, and didn't say again: "I'll take you back." After I finished speaking, I helped him into the dormitory. When I passed by the door of the dormitory auntie, she smelled the smell of alcohol, and she frowned and rushed in from inside. I was about to scold me when I came out, I was so scared, I wanted to open my mouth to explain, but my legs were trembling... I think I made a typo, although I was not the one who drank, but as a timid and fearful country kid with nothing, when I encountered these It feels like the sky is falling down.

My mind was spinning and thinking about the terrible things that would happen next, but I couldn't move my feet anymore, and I stood there in a daze, stupid.

But he was hanging on me, a big man who was taller and stronger than me, drunk, and couldn't stand still.

"Which class? Dare to drink and enter the dormitory... Class C?" Auntie the dormitory manager came out and took a closer look: "Du Chen?"

"Hello, Auntie!" He greeted Auntie Guan, giggling, reeking of alcohol as he opened his mouth.

The dormitory auntie knew him, he was very famous in school, no one could control him, but he was not a thorn, he was sunny and cheerful, and the smile on his handsome face could make people indulge in it.

"Why are you drinking again?" Seeing him, the dormitory aunt's tone softened: "Go back quickly, don't blow the wind outside," she said to me, "Send your classmate back to the dormitory."

I nodded dumbly, and helped the drunk up to the second floor. He lived diagonally across from me, 220.

My school has four-person dormitories. I helped him up the second floor with difficulty, and finally reached the door of 220, but found that the door was locked. I knocked on the door, but there was no one inside.

"It's locked, do you have the key?" My voice was not loud, and I was still panting heavily. Du Chen was very heavy. If I didn't work a lot, it would be very difficult to get him up.

Du Chen didn't hear it the first time, and leaned lazily on me and yawned.

"The door is locked," I said again.

"Huh? Locked?" Du Chen raised his pretty eyebrows: "It's locked, open it, open..." After finishing speaking, he reached out to knock on the door. He was really drunk, and he didn't care if anyone responded. Keep shooting, he makes a lot of noise, I am afraid that he will disturb other students, I am afraid that other students will hear the sound, I am afraid to explain to other students, I am even more afraid that other students will see the two of us together Together.

At my age, in my state of mind, I couldn't bear it.

I stopped him in a hurry and dragged him towards my bedroom.

I later thought, if I had thrown him in the corridor, if I hadn't dragged him into my bedroom, if I hadn't cared about him, if I hadn't seen him waving at me, would I have If I have no interaction with him, will my life be different in the future?

But everyone understands that there is no if, but I still have some regrets, regretting not keeping a proper safe distance from him.

I am Wang Jin, and I want to tell you a story about me.