As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

, persuading her with kind words, to educate children with patience, humanism, and caring, how can they be beaten and scolded at every turn, how is this different from domestic violence, etc.

The more kindly he spoke, the angrier Ms. Liang became.

"Your son skipped classes and fought in groups. He will have to conduct a self-criticism in front of the teachers and students at the beginning of next year. If he fails, he will be punished. My Liang family, your old talker, have never seen such a bastard in several lifetimes. You still Talk about humanistic care here, fuck the humanistic care, I have to beat him to death today."

Yan's father seemed to have heard the Arabian Nights. He looked at Ms. Liang in disbelief, and then at Yan Shengyi. Dare to hide!"

Sheng Yi was beaten by her parents in mixed doubles for a week at home, and she couldn't take it anymore, so she dragged her suitcase to her grandmother's house in the countryside to avoid the limelight.

His sister called him twice every three days to ask when he would be home, she kindly climbed a tree to eat apples, and hummed to the other end of the phone to express her disdain: "Damn, if I go back, the conscientious couple won't be able to see you." I kill."

Beibei's voice on the phone was trembling: "Brother, mom said she won't hit you anymore."

"What about your dad? He also said he would hang me up until my own mother couldn't recognize me."

Beibei seems to have received some instructions, "Dad is not angry anymore, he said you came back and bought you new sneakers."

Thoughts of good intentions, sugar-coated bullets, delusion paralyzes our vigilance.

"Just wait... I'll go back after playing for two days..." Sheng Yi poohed twice and shouted towards the kitchen, "Hey, grandma, these apples are not sweet."

On the day before Shengyi left, he asked his grandmother to kill a chicken to see him off. As soon as the chicken was stewed, Ms. Liang came over and dragged him into the car by his ears.

While packing the braised chicken, grandma yelled at Shengyi's mother: "Children of this age can't be beaten anymore, it will hurt their self-esteem."

Ms. Liang didn't know why, but because of this sentence, her kindness was really moved, and she seemed hesitant to let go of Sheng Yi's ear, but she really stopped hitting.

Sheng Yi burst into tears of gratitude and poked her head out of the window, "Grandma, I will come to see you again during the summer vacation."

Grandma waved to him, "Okay, okay, okay."

On New Year's Eve, Yan's father took Beibei downstairs to build a snowman.

Sheng Yi and Song Qinyi sat in the living room and made dumplings with Ms. Liang. From morning to night, Mother Song came back under the moonlight. She untied her scarf and hung it on the hanger, and went into the kitchen to help and chat with Ms. Liang.

The sound of firecrackers came and went, and the noise and hustle and bustle became the background of the night.

Beibei's big snowman attracted onlookers downstairs, and Yan's father cut a carrot nose for the snowman, and tied a red scarf on it.

Sheng Yi stood on the window sill watching the fireworks, occasionally lowered her head, and saw Bei Bei circling around the big snowman.

Feeling cold, he was about to grab a coat and come back, when he turned around, Song Qinyi came with the coat.

The psychological counseling during this period seems to be quite effective. This guy occasionally smiled, and looked at him with crooked eyebrows, "I just learned a magic trick, show it to you?"

She put on her coat kindly and rubbed her hands together: "You change."

Song Qinyi put his hand on the back of his head, fiddled with it for less than a minute, then retracted it, and there was a rose made of paper-cut leftovers in his palm.

He sent it to Shengyi, his eyes were like a bay of stars, and he looked at him with clear eyes, "Do you like it?"

This earth-to-dross magic is not the point, the rose is the point.

He has been making dumplings, changing couplets, and welcoming new ones all day today, but he didn't realize when Song Qinyi messed up this little thing.

But I always feel that this plot should not happen to him.

Cheng Yi immediately understood: "You're done with you, to be honest, are you in a puppy love, and you're in the same class as you? It's the one that announces the Mid-Autumn Festival party. I saw her deliver chocolates to you, and she was leaving the school gate."

Song Qinyi was taken aback for a moment.

Mother Song walked over slowly with the dumplings just out of the pot, and asked kindly in a gentle tone: "What are you talking about?"

Sheng Yi quickly grabbed the paper rose and stuffed it into his pocket, then turned around and laughed: "It's nothing, I'm watching the fireworks... Are the dumplings ready? I'll call my dad and Beibei to come up."

Mother Song walked to the hanger, fumbled in the coat pocket, and beckoned to him.

Kindly guessed that it must be a red envelope, so he walked over and held out his hands to Song's mother.

After receiving the red envelope, he smiled brightly and said sweeter, "Thank you, Aunt Song."

The countdown to the Spring Festival Gala, the endless sound of firecrackers, covering Beibei's ears kindly, Beibei sat in a daze among a bunch of adults, and yawned.

When the countdown ended, he picked up Beibei and sent her to the room.

When he came out, Mother Song had already brought Song Qinyi back to the opposite door.

On the sofa, Lao Yan and Ms. Liang were fast asleep.

He turned off the TV, turned off the lights, went back to his room, and closed the door.

There are thousands of fireworks outside the window.

She sat down at the desk with kindness, turned on the lamp, searched in her pocket, and found the paper rose in her palm.

He looked at it for a long time, remembering every fold on the rose, and then opened the bottom drawer, opened the white gift box, and put it in.

34. Chapter 34

The high school department will start next semester, and after the opening ceremony, Shengyi made a deep self-reflection in front of all the teachers and students in the school.

His self-criticism letter was written for half a night according to the online template, and it contained more than 3000 words. It first summed up the bad influence that his wrong behavior had brought to the school, and then read between the lines that I was guilty and I should be punished. Finally, "Thanks to the country, thanks to the school, and thanks to the upright class teacher, who gave me the opportunity to be a new man. From now on, I will definitely correct my evil ways, study hard, and be a useful person to society..."

The well-meaning homeroom teacher stood behind him, looking at him as if he was looking at a reform-through-labour prisoner, showing relief for a while.

As the review drew to a close, the students sitting in the audience left one after another. Amidst the chaotic but faintly orderly footsteps, Song Qinyi heard the girls from other classes walking behind them talking.

"Wow, so handsome, who is the person who read the review letter?"

"You don't know the kind words from Class 1 (Senior Grade [-])."

"Excuse me?!"

"The number one in the grade? He actually skipped class! He even got into gang fights!"

……

The homeroom teacher was behind him, rubbing the head of kindness like a plush toy.

Kindly put down the letter of self-criticism and looked around, wanting to see where Song Qinyi was, but unfortunately, he was still not found until the crowd in the audience was about to disperse.

After evening self-study, under the street lights.

Kindly carried her schoolbag and Song Qinyi walked out of the school gate.

He found that there were suddenly more curious and scrutinizing eyes around him, but when he turned his head, those who had just looked at him moved their eyes away quickly and uniformly.

He reckoned that it must have been caused by the review letter.

This kind of effect is probably what the head teacher wants, so that he can't hold his head up in front of his classmates. It will be seen whether he dares to cause trouble again in the future.

In the class during the day, he had already experienced what it meant to be betrayed by others, and even his bad-mouthed deskmate Cen Guang was quiet all day long.

But he felt that even if he became a street mouse that everyone shouted and beaten, his childhood sweetheart would definitely not dislike him.

However he was wrong.

He looked at Song Qinyi's silent side face all the way here, and tried to explain to him: "Qinyi, would you believe me if I said that this review was done by the head teacher to settle accounts after the fall?"

Song Qinyi looked over with obvious displeasure, and said detachedly, "Oh."

Cheng Yi didn't understand, he was the one who was tricked by the class teacher to go to the podium to do a self-criticism in front of the classmates, and it was also the one who was isolated in the class, Song Qinyi was so angry.

As he walked on the road, he was suddenly blessed.

Song Qinyi must have fallen ill again.

He looked around and shouted to the people around him: "Don't go, just wait for me."

In the street market where the north wind was sluggish, and the moonlight was leisurely, Song Qinyi stood by the side of the road waiting for him like a small ice sculpture with its own cold air.

Ten minutes later, Shengyi rushed back carrying a small box.

Out of breath, he handed the things to Song Qinyi's hand, and there was white mist when he spoke: "Hey, tiramisu, don't be angry after eating it."

Song Qinyi lowered his eyes, his frowning brows slightly eased.

They walked to the bench by the roadside and sat down, Song Qinyi unwrapped the box, Yubai held the attached plastic knife with his fingertips, divided the small cake, forked it out and brought it to Shengyi's mouth.

Swallowing it into his mouth with good intentions, amidst the bitterness of cocoa powder and the sweetness of icing sugar, thinking of Beibei's temper, Yan's father also bought a lollipop, and he coaxed it right away.

It's really wise of him to draw inferences from one instance.

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On Sunday, Shengyi was lying on the desk doing homework, flicking through her English textbook, and was caught by a letter in the book.

Very thin, with no words on the white cover.

Cheng Yi opened the envelope with doubts, and his mind was buzzing after reading it.

Sin, really sin.

Yesterday after school, he packed up his textbooks, and he actually wrapped Tong Qingqing's love letter to Cen Guang into the English book and brought it back with him.

Some things that he hadn't noticed before were strung together in his head in an instant.

No wonder the teacher asked to collect homework. When Tong Qingqing collected his and Cen Guang's homework, she would occasionally show kindness and lend them her homework to copy.

No wonder Tong Qingqing always glanced in the direction of his seat yesterday afternoon intentionally or unintentionally.

The feeling is to see him at the same table.

He stretched himself, and heard Ms. Liang's knock on the door: "Thanks, let's eat."

"Here we come."

He kindly restored the letter, sealed it again with glue, and put it in a drawer to dry in the shade, thinking that he would bring it back to Cen Guang after evening self-study.

But come back after lunch