Pure White Core

On the way to school, Huihui hopped like a little rabbit. She asked me where I was yesterday, and I said I was sick and had a stomachache and rested at home.These days, parents don't need a doctor's certificate to make up for sick leave from their teachers, they just need to say something casually, and there are many rich children who spend a few dollars on the street and hire adults to pretend to be parents to ask for leave and go out to play.

My mother walked very slowly, and her expression was very unnatural.She sent me to school every day, but seldom sent me to the school gate. Most of them watched me and Huihui arrive at the school gate 30 meters away, then turned and left.She has a natural resistance to places like schools, which is why she doesn't want to get close to the police station, and she doesn't want to go to the temple with other people.

Of course, my mother couldn't be so naive as to think that as long as she didn't show up at school, others wouldn't know that I was the son of the lady sitting on the stage. She just didn't want to see me feel inferior and unable to lift my head because of her.I remember that not long after I was in elementary school, I was rarely willing to hold my mother’s hand in public. When I was a little older, I even kept a distance from her intentionally or unintentionally. Of course, she could feel the accumulation of ridicule and humiliation from others. Self-loathing, so she also became more and more silent, and talked to me less and less.

My mother is dressed plainly today, without exaggerated colors or heavy makeup. I can feel her stiffness when she approaches the school gate, which is rare. I think the mother who walks with me is a child, naive, Confused, worthy of sympathy.

The teacher's office is in the same row of tile-roofed buildings as our classroom, which is very strange to my mother, who was in the parent meeting after the midterm exam.My mother and I knocked on the door and went in. Several teachers were chatting and laughing around the stove. Seeing me, the female teacher who was holding a glass jar as a water cup was stunned for a moment, then got up and walked over: "You are Yu Shaorong. parents?"

"Yes, Mr. Lu, Yu Shaorong was sick and didn't come to class yesterday. I came to make up for him." My mother knew that if she didn't come to make up for the leave, the teacher would criticize me severely and I would lose my little red flower qualifications, but she probably doesn't know what the little red flower means to me, and she doesn't think there is anything to be afraid of students being criticized by the teacher as a matter of course.

"Ah, yes! Yu Shaorong didn't come to class yesterday, and I don't have any news. I'm still planning to visit your home..." Teacher Lu's tone was very strange, and there was confusion in her looking up and down eyes: "You...really Yu Shaorong's parents? What kind of relative are you?"

"I am Yu Shaorong's mother."

For the 26-year-old head teacher who has just married and has no children, my mother obviously looks very different from other parents of students. It is impossible for her not to have heard the rumors about me, so her eyes are particularly complicated.

She is my class teacher, so she knows that I often have bruises on my face, which is common on the faces of students with alcoholic and unemployed fathers. She can probably guess that my mother also falls into that category, but she just saw it with her own eyes. My mother didn't merge the young woman in front of her eyes with the scum in her head.

"Yu Shaorong...he is quieter in class, but he is more relaxed about studying. We can supervise and supervise at school, but you have to worry more at home!" Obviously the head teacher has nothing to say to my mother, so he used a very formulaic To dismiss him with clichés.

"Well, I will take good care of him. I still have something to do, so I won't disturb your class." My mother didn't mean to talk nonsense, she spoke very bluntly, as if she wanted to escape immediately.

As long as you make up the holidays, you will have the privilege of not being checked for homework. I am in a good mood this morning. It is difficult for me to listen to the content of the class now, so most of the time I am in a daze, or secretly drawing in the corner of the textbook kill time.

I have been smiling all morning thinking about how to spend the huge sum of five yuan in my trouser pocket. I can buy a whole row of Wahaha; I can also buy ten packs of chocolate beans with toys or ten packs of Xiong Yiwu instant noodles; or buy a beautiful plastic A stationery box and a large box of colored plasticine; or eating hot oil at the school gate with the boss's secret hot sauce for breakfast for two weeks...

When the bell rang for the end of the third class, I stroked my trouser pocket and immersed myself in beautiful fantasies. This was very similar to the dizzy feeling after being force-fed three cups of Red Star Erguotou, except that there was no nausea, only a warm heart. happiness.

"Yu Shaorong, what are you laughing at?" Huihui was arranging her broken tin pencil case. A few cartoon animal stickers were pasted on the rusty and deformed thin tin box. She was compulsively changing a few pencils from long to short. Neatly arranged by the edge, and then put the eraser, pencil sharpener and a small piece of plasticine that was originally orange and now played with black.

"I have five dollars... Hey, you don't!" I naturally shook my head from side to side and smiled triumphantly.Doing this action in this scene is so natural that you don't need to think about it at all.

"Ah?" Huihui, who was stuffing stationery into the small coffin with a solemn face like an embalmer, raised her head.

"No, I'm crazy, don't worry about me." I picked up my schoolbag and walked out, Huihui stuffed the rest of the stationery back into the pencil case, and followed me with her schoolbag.

For extracurricular activities, we still sat on the steps and twirled flower ropes. The weather was colder than usual today, and my warmest coat was gone. I was wearing a thin coat.Every time I flip the flower rope once or twice, I have to put my hands in front of my mouth and breathe out. The back of my hands used to be severely chapped. After being 'medical'ed by the white light group, it was white and tender, but now the tiger's mouth and joints have opened up. The slit was so red that the flesh exposed inside was so red that even a slight movement hurt me so much that I grinned.

"It would be great if I could wear gloves to change the tension." Huihui turned over the flower rope in my hand and looked enviously at the hand of a girl who was dancing rubber bands. 'Changed stretch' is our local dialect for turning flower ropes. The kind of gloves that Huihui said are gloves with five fingers separated. You have to buy them specially. It is also flexible and can be worn when playing with sandbags.

"That glove is expensive, ugly, and not warm. It's so convenient for me to put my hand in my pocket." I retorted to Huihui with disgust. I must not waste my huge sum of money on such boring things.While rubbing his stiff hands, he went to untie the flower rope.

Someone slapped me on the head: "Yu Shaorong, why didn't you come to school yesterday?"

"Who pats me on the head!" I was short when I was a child, and the most annoying thing was to pat me on the head.

"My, we came to look for you yesterday, but you weren't here." The speaker was wearing a brightly colored floral sweater and a red scarf around his neck. He was the 'Wahaha' from last week.

"Oh!" Huihui patted her thigh: "I still remember what I wanted to tell you, but I forgot." She has such a memory at a young age, and she will probably be a fool again in the future.

"What are you doing?" The sun was shining brightly. I looked up and squinted at them. There were two other senior boys standing behind Wahaha, probably his classmates or friends.

This buddy probably didn't expect my attitude to be so blunt, so he said, "Well...do you still want to drink Wahaha?"

"I don't want to." Soon, `Your brother-in-law, I am a rich man now, and I can drink Wahaha anytime and anywhere.

"Ah?" The boy in the military warm hat behind the red scarf was dumbfounded and called out directly. Is there anyone in Wahaha who is willing to refuse?The other stared, too, in disbelief.

The red scarf scratched his head stupidly: "I don't want to see your chicken."

"I don't want to." Huihui was puzzled for a long time by the flower rope in my hand. My hands were shivering with cold, so I took off the flower rope and put my hands on my neck to keep warm. Hot as a soldering iron.

"Then what do you want? You play with us, and I'll give you something to eat." The red scarf stretched its neck.

"Don't eat." I shook my head, and Huihui looked at me like a ghost, with an expression of disbelief.

No one played with me and Huihui. At that time, we always fantasized that one day someone would invite us to jump rubber bands or take big strides. Teased, ridiculed, and humiliated.We have never had enough brains, so other people's tricks have never failed.

"That..." The red scarf stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say. The two boys next to him also looked at each other awkwardly, as if they were thinking about whether the current situation is suitable for scolding or fighting. It's perfectly normal to fight together without saying a word. Huihui and I's fighting power is close to zero. This will be an overwhelming victory.

"I didn't mean to bully you," the red scarf scratched his ears and cheeks for a long time before he said awkwardly: "Who hit you for the wound on your face before, tell me, and I'll lead someone to beat him!"

"Damn it." The insider, Huihui, showed her sense of existence through stitches.

"You... If your mother hits you again, tell me, and I will tell my dad to arrest her," the red scarf raised her chest proudly: "My dad is a policeman!"

"My mother is also a policeman!" The man in the military helmet also proudly put his hands on his hips: "Specialize in beating bad guys!"

"Uh...not for the time being." I seem to vaguely remember that some senior students came to me and gave me moon noodles, but I was as afraid of the police as my mother was, knowing that they were 'police family members' From then on, I didn't talk to them life and death, and even hid away after school for a while, not even daring to show my face.

A boy in my class scared the crap out of me by saying "Tell my uncle to arrest you and your mother" twice every three days, and everyone always said that the police would arrest me if they saw me, because I am the son of a bitch, and I probably also I know the expressions on the faces of these two when I heard them puffing their chests out for me.

Hui Hui knew that the senior boy opposite was a 'police family member', and she was really on guard. The police would catch bad kids, and neither she nor I had anything to do with 'good kids'. She tugged on my sleeve, afraid of the next moment. The three senior students would pull out the handcuffs from behind and take us to the police station to be shot.