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The class starts at two o'clock in the afternoon. It was still early when Zhu Shen went back, and there was still half an hour.

He thought that the children would take advantage of the noon break to finish the homework he assigned in the morning, but he miscalculated, and stretched his head to look into the studio, which was empty and silent.The teacher at the front desk explained that these children were always sent from their families stepping on the spot, and the families with good conditions were reluctant to let them suffer this kind of hardship.

Zhu Shen was silent for a while before re-entering the studio.

Only then did I realize that there was actually a person sitting in the remotest corner of the studio.

A Bao took a pencil and seriously drew the still life of the fruit plate on the table.

He painted very seriously, isolating the sound of the outside world, and even Zhu Shen didn't notice when he came in.Until Zhu Shen approached, pointed to a light and shadow, and said to him: "Here, take a good look."

A Bao was taken aback, his hand trembled, the pencil fell to the ground, and the refill broke.

He immediately bent down to reach for it, but Zhu Shen gently held him down, knelt down, and picked up the pen for him: "Why don't you go home."

"There is no one at home." A Bao whispered, and stretched out his left hand timidly towards Zhu Shen.

Zhu Shen did not return the pen to him.

A Bao looked puzzled.

"It's broken." Zhu Shen said.

He took a knife, sat beside A Bao, sharpened his pen slowly, and said, "So you can talk."

A Bao lowered his head.

"Don't be nervous." After handing back the sharpened pencil to A Bao, Zhu Shen said, "I'm not fierce."

A Bao took the pen carefully, and said to Zhu Shen, "Thank you."

Only then did Zhu Shen see A Bao's face clearly.

Compared with the morning, his little face was even dirtier, the right cheek was dusted more than once, and if you look closely, there was actually a small scratch on the cheekbone.

Zhu Shen pinched A Bao's right hand, and when he took a closer look, he found that his palm was scratched, and the black palm was red and swollen.

"Who did it?" Zhu Shen asked coldly.

A Bao took his hand back with an unnatural expression, and kept shaking his head, "No one."

Eyes are red.

Zhu Shen became a teacher on the first day. He didn't know how to measure. He thought his tone was too harsh and scared the child to tears. He was at a loss for a while. Seeing A Bao's reluctance to speak, he had to go to the front desk , I found a gentle female teacher to take him to apply medicine.

A Bao clenched his small fists and looked at Zhu Shen three times a step at a time. If he didn't know it, he thought it was Zhu Shen who bullied him like this.

Zhu Shen suddenly felt dizzy.

Who said children are easy to carry?Wu Xu came out and was beaten.

Han Sisi heard a commotion in the office, and came looking for the sound. Seeing a teacher applying medicine for A Bao at the front desk, she understood a little bit.

She entered the studio, poured a glass of water and handed it to Zhu Shen, "Teacher Zhu, calm down."

Zhu Shen didn't take the glass of water, but asked, "Do you know there are children bullying Bao here?"

"It's not bullying, it's normal for children to have some friction."

"Why did all the friction fall on Bao alone?"

Han Sisi paused, "Mr. Zhu, there are some things you may not know."

Zhu Shen frowned and looked at her.

"Children at this age are very jealous and repellent, and they will show it." Seeing that Zhu Shen was still frowning, Han Sisi explained: "In this way, you may have gone too far in the morning class. Pay attention to A Bao. And A Bao has always been a loner, unable to integrate into the circle of other children, so..."

"Can't you fit in?"

"A Bao is a very good boy." Han Sisi turned around, poured herself another glass of water, walked over, took a sip, and sighed: "His parents basically don't come here to pay the tuition fees. Come to the studio."

Zhu Shen understood.

The circle of children is actually not complicated, it is adults who are complicated.A child who is often praised by the teacher in oil painting class, parents will inevitably want to get to know his parents.When he learned that the other party had a swollen face to pretend to be a fat man, and barely squeezed into his circle, and studied with his own children, he naturally felt contemptuous and contemptuous.

Children are actually a mirror, reflecting the attitudes of adults.

This is not the first time a gifted child has been ostracized, isolated, and hurt by his peers.

It won't be the last time either.

Zhu Shen thought about the wounds on A Bao's face and palms, and his heart was full of pain, and he didn't know who he was thinking of.

He went to Country L with Fu Yunzhi and Moeen on Christmas when he was eight years old, and later heard Li Jingxia vaguely mention that Zhong Heng moved to Ruyi Mountain around that time.

I just don't know how Zhong Heng is doing.

After all, Zhong Heng and A Bao are both of the same kind.

Injured, not even uttering a word, broken teeth and swallowed blood.

"I see." Zhu Shen whispered.

In the afternoon class, Zhu Shen did not pay too much attention to A Bao, but praised the other children one by one.The children who were praised all held their heads high and proudly talked to Abao, who buried his head low.

But he no longer looked at Zhu Shen.

When class was over, Zhu Shen said, "There is a small homework for you after class."

The children originally hated homework, but because the teacher was Zhu Shen, they gave him some face, and they all looked at him happily.

"I just came to the studio, and I want to know more about you, but I'm afraid that I won't see the whole picture, so I came up with a little way." Zhu Shen said to them: "Each of you can invite the students in our studio to help you. To draw a picture, I don't ask how good the drawing is. It can even be three to five minutes of graffiti. As long as you receive it, it counts. I will give a gift to the student who has received the most paintings in our class, but pay attention, When asking students to draw pictures for themselves, they must be polite and sincere, otherwise, if I find out, the gift will be gone.”

As soon as the words fell, the children in the studio started chattering, and they all began to agree on who would paint for them.

Zhu Shen added: "If any student gets the picture drawn by the whole class for him, then I will give him a big reward. Everyone can guess what it is."

The children in the studio erupted with a shocking cry: "Wow."

Zhu Shen looked around them and said, "get out of class is over."

The children couldn't wait to run out, discussing while walking.

Only Ah Bao was sitting in front of his easel and drawing, and the only sound in the classroom was the rustling of his drawing.

Zhu Shen didn't rush him, just sat on the chair and watched quietly.

Half an hour later, Ah Bao finished drawing, took off the drawing paper, and looked at Zhu Shen.

Zhu Shen walked over, and A Bao slowly handed him the drawing paper.

It's today's homework.

Zhu Shen took a look: "Not bad."

"Thank you." Bao said in a low voice.

Zhu Shen knew that this thank you was not for his guidance, so he smiled at him and patted his head again: "You are welcome."

Ah Bao carried his schoolbag, took two steps, turned around and said, "Goodbye, teacher."

Zhu Shen watched him limping towards the door and asked him, "Is your leg hurt too?"

A Bao shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

They are all limping like this and still say it doesn't hurt.

"Where do you live?" Zhu Shen was worried.

A Bao whispered a place name.

It's remote and far away, and I don't know how he usually comes to the studio for classes.

"Can you go there directly by bus?"

"It's a short walk." A Bao hurriedly added, "It's not far."

Zhu Shen said, "I'll see you off."

A Bao stared at him blankly.

Zhu Shen couldn't let him explain, so he led him downstairs.

Downstairs of the studio, there is a familiar car parked.

Zhong Heng leaned against the car door, wondering how long he had been waiting for Zhu Shen.

Only then did Zhu Shen remember that he had a movie appointment with Zhong Heng that night.

Zhong Heng didn't say anything, he went up to help A Bao, and asked Zhu Shen, "What's wrong with him?"

"A little hurt." Zhu Shen said, "I want to send him home."

Just when he wanted to explain to Zhong Heng that he didn't break the appointment on purpose, but just worried about the child, Zhong Heng didn't seem to care, he opened the back seat door and asked, "Where does he live?"

Zhu Shen took A Bao and sat in the back.

A Bao got into the car cautiously, holding his schoolbag, only dared to sit in a small space, for fear that he would dirty Zhong Heng's car.

Zhu Shen said, "You relax, it's fine."

A Bao lowered his head and did not speak.

Zhong Heng saw this scene in the mirror and asked Zhu Shen: "Is he the student you mentioned to me at noon?"

"Yes." Zhu Shen looked into the mirror, and he didn't know who he was speaking ironically to suppress his anger: "Just like you, he is very stubborn, and he doesn't say a word when he is injured."

Zhong Heng silently closed his mouth tightly, with a faint smile on his lips.

He could hear the reproach in Zhu Shen's words, but this vague feeling of being cared for made him feel good.

"Who is bullying you today?" Zhu Shen sat up straight, looking like a teacher: "Tell the teacher."

Zhong Heng couldn't help laughing in front of him.

Ah Bao kept his mouth shut and refused to speak.

"The teacher is not good at speaking or something, why do you look so bored at such a young age?" Zhu Shen spread two fingers and slapped A Bao's face, forced a smile for him, and said with great satisfaction: "This is the only way to do that." Right, who likes you like a little stuffy gourd."

The car stopped instantly.

I just heard the big boring gourd in front ask: "Are you hungry? There is a tea restaurant in front."

It was almost dark, and the car drove a long way, and it was almost at Abao's house. There was a lot of fish and dragons in this area, but the business at the night market was very good.

Bao said that his family usually didn't return until late at night.It would take a lot of time to get from Abao's house to Taoyuan, so I simply settled the dinner at the meal time.

Zhu Shen asked A Bao, "Are you hungry?"

A Bao shook his head, twisting and twisting his little hands.

Zhu Shen laughed angrily at him.

Thinking about this little boring gourd, he wouldn't talk even if he was hungry, and it would be useless to ask.I just don't know what he likes to eat, but to coax the children, fast food like hamburgers and fries can be passed.

Zhu Shen said, "I'll go to the fast food restaurant ahead and buy him a hamburger."

"I'll go." Zhong Heng got out of the car one step ahead of him, and said to Zhu Shen, "Wait for me."

Just as Zhu Shen was about to speak, Zhong Heng, dressed in black, had already melted into the night.

The street is not clean, there are two homeless men lying on the ground, laughing wantonly at the young girls in short skirts passing by, the shopkeepers in the shops have long been familiar with it, speaking vulgar sentences in Yancheng dialect Cursing, they only let the left ear go in and the right ear go out.This street scene is like this, Zhong Heng is in it, but he seems to stand out from the crowd, with a clear and bright body.

Soon, Zhong Heng disappeared around the corner and out of his sight.

Zhu Shen shook his head, secretly regretting that he should have bought it just now.

It's really not easy for Zhong Heng to get involved in this.

Zhong Heng walked indifferently. He entered the corner, first went to the tea restaurant to pack two meals, and then ran to the nearby fast food restaurant to order a children's set meal.

The cashier lady handed the smiling doll that came with the children's package to Zhong Heng, and welcomed him to come next time.Zhong Heng held the packing bag in one hand, and the smiling doll in the other. Somehow, he thought of something Zhu Shen said. He stretched out his two fingers, silently stretched his hand to his cheek, and raised it, causing a smile.

The smile disappeared in a flash, he put down his hand and quickened his pace.

I can't help laughing at myself in my heart, he will be 27 years old in a blink of an eye, why is he still learning from a ten-year-old kid?

Zhu Shen, on the other hand, has the same temperament as when he was a child. He is always indignant when he sees someone being bullied. I don't know who has been taken care of by him for so many years.

But no one came to take care of him.

Open the door, the car instantly filled with fragrance.

Even Ah Bao stared straight at the bag and refused to let go.

Zhu Shen took out a hamburger and gave him: "Eat it if you want."

A Bao reached out to take it, but refused to open it for a long time.

Zhu Shen deliberately complained to Zhong Heng, but actually told A Bao: "The teacher in the studio also said that he likes me the most, and in the end he wouldn't even eat a hamburger—is there any water?"

Zhong Heng said: "The trunk."

Zhu Shen got out of the car and walked to the trunk to get it.

At this time, Zhong Heng turned around and said to A Bao: "Eat."

A Bao stared blankly at Zhong Heng.

Zhong Heng said: "He wants you to eat."

Ah Bao silently opened the hamburger and whispered, "Thank you."

Zhong Heng patted his head, watched him eat the hamburger bit by bit, and suddenly seemed to understand what Zhu Shen said.

He is like himself.

When I was at his age, I was actually like this. I had already kept my kindness in my heart, but because I was not good at words, I always looked clumsy and dull.

Zhu Shen took the water and got into the car. Seeing that A Bao had already eaten it, he couldn't help clapping his hands in amazement: "Zhong Heng! He actually ate it, but you really deserve it."

Zhong Heng turned around and smiled silently.

"How did you do it?"

Zhong Heng said in a low voice: "Secret."

"Yes, yes, you have so many secrets."

Zhong Heng paused, then nodded slightly.

"Where's my dinner?"

"In another bag."

Zhu Shen opened it and took a look: "Why not a hamburger!"

Zhong Heng glanced at him leisurely, staring at his stomach: "Do you want a hamburger?"

Zhu Shen rubbed his stomach, and was immediately discouraged: "I don't really want to. Come here and eat with me."

So the three of them squeezed into the back seat and had an informal dinner together.

Zhu Shen passed A Bao, looked at Zhong Heng, and saw that his hair was a little messy, his tie was loose, and his expensive suit was stained with ketchup at some point, so he couldn't help laughing, and teased: "If you are photographed by a reporter Eating fast food with us in such embarrassment, I'm afraid tomorrow's tabloids will announce that Zhong's is bankrupt."

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Heng stuffed two French fries into Zhu Shen's mouth.

Zhu Shen stared, not to be outdone, and stuffed it back: "Senior Ah Heng, open your mouth."

Zhong Heng looked unwilling, but he still opened his mouth sincerely.

Unexpectedly, with a twist of Zhu Shen's hand, the French fries circled around and returned to his mouth.Seeing Zhong Heng frowned, Zhu Shen immediately stuffed two more French fries into Zhong Heng's mouth: "Here, here you are, Senior Ah Heng, don't be stingy."

Just like this for a while, the little boring gourd sitting in the middle reached out to touch the French fries, and they were all gone.

He silently ate the hamburger, looked at Zhu Shen, then at Zhong Heng.

Zhong Heng, who was stamped with a big stuffy gourd, stared at his teacher with black and bright eyes, looking gentle and doting, as if soaked in light.

It's just that he is too young, and I still don't understand why.

The author has something to say: my stomach is groaning all the time while writing...

How to arrange for Shen Shen Hengheng to have a fast food and write me hungry?

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