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Sitting on the steps in front of the teaching building, Yu Qiuliang was bored looking at the white clouds in the sky.This is a rare good weather in winter, but the sun is too much.He blocked part of the light with his palm and looked at the building opposite him.There are quite a lot of students in this junior high school, and the three grades occupy a teaching building, like three big families.

The pine tree was shaken by the wind, and the pine needles were jumping lively. Yu Qiuliang moved his buttocks and felt a little ice on the stone steps.Song Ciran ran into the teaching building and didn't know which teacher to go to. Yu Qiuliang fell for Song Ciran's tricks. It turned out that Song Ciran wanted to come back by himself, and he didn't go to other classmates at all.

Song Ciran and Yu Qiuliang were not in the same class when they were in junior high school. Song Ciran’s class was on the first floor, and Yu Qiuliang’s class was on the fourth floor. Their teachers were also different. Song Ciran went to see his teacher, but Yu Qiuliang was of course not. Willing to go with him.What are you kidding?He didn't know Song Ciran's teachers, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he really went?He didn't want to go, and Song Ciran didn't force him to come with him. This man was so heartless, he left Yu Qiuliang alone at the door of the teaching building, and ran in to find the teacher to be courteous to him.

Yu Qiuliang stretched out his hand to touch his pants, and felt a piece of ice cold.If he hadn't known that he was touching his thigh, he would have felt that he had touched a rock.The stone steps in winter are terribly cold, and Yu Qiuliang feels that if he touches them for a few more minutes, he will be frozen on the steps and become an eternal sculpture.He imagined the scene for a while, and felt a burst of fear for no reason. He jumped up quickly, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and walked to the playground.

It was almost the end of get out of class at this time, and he didn't want to sit at the door of the teaching building and be watched by the junior high school students inside as rare animals.Back then, when those graduates returned to school to visit their teachers, he had looked at them curiously. Today, it was him who was being looked at and observed, but he felt uncomfortable all over.

In fact, there are still about 10 minutes before get out of class ends, but Yu Qiuliang is used to leaving earlier.He sent a message to Song Ciran, telling him to come to the playground to find someone after he finished his work, so he put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the back of the teaching building with his head down.Since he was in high school, he rarely ran, he didn't go to physical education class, he muddled through the physical test, and he didn't even know how to participate in running exercises.Whenever it was time for running exercises, he would hide in the toilet, the one on the second floor of high school, in case he was caught by the head teacher.He is such a person who hates sports activities, he even hates sports meetings. A student like him has actually taken the physical education entrance examination in the past.

"Hey—" Yu Qiuliang exhaled, it was white, like clouds, like fog.A few years ago, the weather was also like this. They were escorted to the playground in groups by their head teacher to run. At that time, the whole grade was running, and the sound of countless footsteps gathered together was like a drum.Thanks to the school's attention, thanks to the former Yu Qiuliang who still retained his aggressiveness. On the day of the physical education exam, he ran 1000 meters and even got a full score.

It was probably the fastest run he had ever run in his life.

Yu Qiuliang stood on the plastic runway, emptying his head.He saw a class not far ahead was having physical education class.This group of students probably just entered the first grade of junior high school, because only the first grade of junior high school students have free time for activities.Yu Qiuliang recalled that he also loved physical education in his first year of junior high school, but in the next two years, one year of physical education was like a nightmare, and another year there was no physical education at all.

He is now in his third year of high school, and he has no physical education class, so the rare opportunity to relax has been brutally deprived.There is no way, for the sake of enrollment rate and grades, this is an operation that every school will have.Yu Qiuliang didn't bother to criticize something from the student's standpoint. In fact, he didn't like to play sports in winter, because the weather was too cold, which made him uncomfortable.

As soon as he stood still at this end of the playground, several little girls ran towards him chasing and playing.Yu Qiuliang usually doesn't like to wear glasses when going out, so he can't see what they are doing clearly.Could it be that children in junior high school still like to play such childish games?Yu Qiuliang tried hard to recall his former self. In his impression, such activities had disappeared since the sixth grade of elementary school.

The girls gradually approached, and Yu Qiuliang noticed something unusual.The little girl running in the front kept her head down, and she couldn't see a smile on her face, but the smiles of the few chasing after her were disgusting.Yu Qiuliang frowned, carefully observing the actions of the girls in the back. get out of class was not over yet, but they actually chased the child in front and ran straight into the teaching building.

Yu Qiuliang turned around and stared at the two glass doors. They were swaying. People standing outside could not see the situation behind the doors.He vaguely remembered that when he was in junior high school, there were also a few isolated children who were bullied at the back door after school and had to be watched by a teacher to ensure their safety.At that time, Yu Qiuliang was far away from such a thing. He had never witnessed the rumored scene, let alone experienced it himself.Since he had never been exposed to such incidents, his impression of them was not very deep. It was not until he went to high school and gradually learned more terms that he realized that it was called school violence.

Every school, every grade, and even every class has kids who don't fit in.Today's Yu Qiuliang is also a child who doesn't fit in with others. Fortunately, he has never encountered such things as school violence.However, he has not encountered it, which does not mean that he can think that school violence is reasonable.Wrong behavior is wrong, even if he has never experienced it, he is qualified to say that it is wrong and should not be done like this.

Yu Qiuliang pushed open the back door of the teaching building, and then the small door of the courtyard. He saw those short girls gathered around, punching and kicking something on the ground.He was stunned suddenly, and stood there, feeling very unbelievable.Children of this age should be kind and innocent, but these girls are so adept at bullying others!How many times have they repeated it before they are so proficient?Are they bullying the same girl over and over again?

"What are you doing?!" Yu Qiuliang walked out from the corner, stood behind them, and startled them by making a sudden noise.At first, the girls thought that some classmate was meddling in their own business, but when they turned around and saw Yu Qiuliang, they mistakenly thought he was the teacher.They yelled "Yeah" and rushed to the front door of the courtyard.It turns out that they are also afraid.

It didn't take long for those red figures to disappear on the other side of the courtyard. Yu Qiuliang was speechless. He bent down to help the little girl who had fallen on the ground.This child looks thinner and smaller than his peers. Among Yu Qiuliang's elementary school classmates, there is also a thinner than his peers. That child started school one year earlier.Some parents prefer to let their children go to school a year earlier. They think that as long as they do so, their children will learn more knowledge, but they have never thought about whether the older children will form a group to bully the younger ones.Parents have never thought about it so carefully, but no one else has the right to interfere with how they think about it and how they arrange it.

Although the courtyard is arranged for daily cleaning, there are still a lot of dirt such as dirt and dust.The little girl fell to the ground, and the school uniform was immediately covered with a layer of floating dust, mixed with mud.Yu Qiuliang just helped her up, when he saw the red school uniform jacket turned black, he gave a soft "hiss", feeling a little headache.Looking at the girl's clothes now, it was as if he saw the pair of pants that his brother had soiled, and his first reaction was "this is so fucking hard to wash".

How to do it?It's winter, it's definitely not realistic to go to wash with water, even if he doesn't think it's cold, he can't think that this girl isn't too cold.The good thing is that Qiu Liang always had wet wipes on him. He first dusted off the dust, and then wiped off the mud with the wet wipes. After finally tidying up the little girl's clothes to see, he realized: No, I'm not her father, It's not her mother, why am I cleaning her up so clean?

"...Thank you." The little girl still lowered her head, unwilling to raise her face.Yu Qiuliang thought that a child like her might have low self-esteem.That's right, those domineering students just love to bully those who seem easy to handle.Pick a persimmon and pinch it softly, who doesn't understand?

Yu Qiuliang was no longer nearsighted now, he saw the little girl's hands were scratched and blood was oozing out at a glance.He has a strong ability to empathize, and immediately thought of the piece on his right elbow, and couldn't help shivering.

"Why are they bullying you? Which class are you in? I'll take you to the teacher." Yu Qiuliang couldn't wear a Band-Aid on his body, and couldn't bandage the little girl.At this moment, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and he forgot his reluctance to be a rare animal to be watched by crowds not long ago, so he dragged the little girl to find her class teacher.Until this time, he, a little heartless, didn't think of the teacher who taught him back then, their head teacher was the real vicious one, and no one should even try to bully her students.

However, Yu Qiuliang's class was originally the last class of students she taught. After Yu Qiuliang graduated, she left the school and officially retired.Rao is such a fierce person, but he has to obey the old age, time has never shown mercy to anyone.

When Yu Qiuliang asked the little girl what, she just lowered her head and didn't answer at all.Her limp appearance made Yu Qiuliang a little angry.She is afraid that the person being bullied will accept it. If she doesn't resist, no matter how others help her, it won't work.Objective factors and subjective factors must act at the same time to achieve good results.

God knows what the kids are going through now!Yu Qiuliang thought of the little sister who died at the hands of the red leather shoes not long ago, and she was also a student of this school.Although their misfortune was not the school's fault, Yu Qiuliang always felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that this school was different from before, and it was an inexplicable change.

Just as he was leading the little girl up the stairs, Yu Qiuliang bumped into Song Ciran head-on.In order to show off his appearance in front of the teachers, Song Ciran dressed up like a dog today, causing a lot of whispers along the way, even Yu Qiuliang who was standing with him had to accept the baptism of those eyes.However, he himself didn't know how to write the word restraint, and he didn't have any self-consciousness. He was still surrounded by his juniors and girls, and put his hands on Yu Qiuliang carelessly.

"Hey - stay away from me!" Yu Qiuliang shivered and slapped his arm away.Song Ciran posted the cold butt, and didn't feel embarrassed, and posted it with a playful smile, and asked, "Is this your sister?"

Yu Qiuliang doesn't have a younger sister, so he doesn't need to make up nonsense and create a younger sister for himself out of thin air.He held the little girl's sleeve with one hand, dragged Song Ciran with the other, and walked to a place where there were relatively few students. Then he answered in a low voice: "It's not my sister. This child has been bullied. I have to take her to find her class teacher." Bar."

As soon as the words fell, he turned his head and asked again: "Which class are you in?"

Maybe it was because his tone was too tough, the little girl actually trembled in fright.She tugged at her sleeve awkwardly, tugging again and again, before she dared to answer: "First grade...class one."

"Class one is the key class, right?" Song Ciran interjected, "There are still students bullying others in class one?" He was also assigned to class one back then, and their class was very harmonious, and nothing like this had ever happened.

"Good grades don't mean you have good character." Yu Qiuliang sneered, "Besides, you can get high scores in elementary school and first grade of junior high school by simply memorizing them. What's so special about key classes?"

He never considered the listener's feelings when he spoke. Song Ciran had long been used to his style, but the little girl saw him for the first time. After hearing what he said, she twisted her clothes in embarrassment and let the book The wrinkled school uniform has more wrinkles.Yu Qiuliang glanced at her, as if he had no intention of admitting his mistake, he took her to the office with a firm attitude.Thankfully, although he hasn't been back for three years, he still remembers the location of the office, but he is only responsible for handing over the little girl to the head teacher, and what happens next has nothing to do with him.

Walking out of the office, Song Ciran still looked back frequently. When they left the teaching building, they passed by the proudly standing pine tree. Song Ciran suddenly laughed and asked teasingly, "Why are you helping her?"

"Just treat me as meddling in my own business." Yu Qiuliang avoided Song Ciran's gaze, clearly preoccupied.Song Ciran didn't ask any more questions, but instead told his friend about homework during the holidays.In a few months, they will have winter vacation. This year's winter vacation will undoubtedly be deducted, but the number of homework will not be reduced; They inquired about the homework for the winter vacation. According to him, this year's homework has arrived at the teacher's office early, and it is lying on the huge wooden shelf!

Yu Qiuliang was too lazy to write homework, he felt a headache when Song Ciran mentioned this matter.The arrangement of their school is very strange. Every time there is a long holiday, a lot of homework will be left, and there will be exams after the school starts, and the content of the exams will all come from their vacation homework.In this way, those who do not do their homework during the holidays will have to "naked exams" at the beginning of school. However, even if they have completed their homework during the holidays, what can they do?In the exam at the beginning of school, most people memorized the answers directly.

High school just loves to do this kind of boring stuff.Yu Qiuliang was perplexed and perplexed by the cause of education from the bottom of his heart.Education is useful, but if the people being educated don't like learning, how to teach them?Besides, teaching children knowledge does not necessarily teach them how to behave. If they have no talent but don't know how to behave, then such a child will still be a failure when they grow up.Yu Qiuliang shook his head, and didn't intend to think about it deeply. He felt that he was too boring to think about this kind of problem all the time. do something.

It has nothing to do with him what other people learn and become, based on emotion and reason.He just needs to take care of himself.The sun is shining brightly today, but the weather is very cold. Yu Qiuliang put his hands in his pockets, and when his fingers touched the phone, he felt that thin, flat cuboid turned into a solid piece of ice.Low temperature can freeze many, many things into ice.

Because of the cold weather, neither he nor Song Ciran rode a bike.This is really embarrassing for Song Ciran, he has to walk home with Yu Qiuliang, and then go back by himself from the bus station near Yu Qiuliang's home.They wandered back all the way, the sun was shining on the road ahead, making the winter day a little warmer out of thin air.The sunshine in winter is a symbol of vitality and hope. As long as there is sunlight coming in through the windows, people's houses will be less deserted. Slowly fade away until you can no longer see it.

The streets are indeed busier than in summer.Yu Qiuliang still likes summer, except for dog days.When the weather is hot, there is excitement everywhere. His spirit is not bound by his body, and he wants to fly around to find the summer that was many years ago and half a year later.

"Should we go out to play after graduation?" Yu Qiuliang said suddenly, "I just don't know where to go."

Song Ciran suddenly became excited.He was born with a restless temperament, preferring to run around and play.As if afraid of Qiuliang's repentance, he grabbed his friend's arm and yelled at him to make a written statement.Yu Qiuliang just said it casually, how could he think that Song Ciran wanted to make a written proof by himself, so he stopped dumbfoundingly.After a while, he couldn't help Song Ciran's noise, so he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the memo, and entered a line of small words: "After graduation, I will take Song Gouzi out to play. If I don't walk the dog, I will be a dog."

A good thing, let him write like a joke, but his Song Gouzi doesn't care about it.As long as he is willing to go out to play with Song Ciran, Song Ciran will be happy, and he doesn't care where he goes to play.

In other words, even if Yu Qiuliang accompanied him to the park to play bumper cars and ride on the merry-go-round, he would be happy.He doesn't care if these things are really suitable for them two big boys to play with.

The two laughed for a while, quarreled for a while, walked downstairs to Yu Qiuliang's house, and became quiet again.With one hand in his pocket, Song Ciran waved at Yu Qiuliang with the other, and ran to the station across the road step by step.The sun shone on the stop sign, reflecting a dazzling white light.Yu Qiuliang stood in the same place, looking at him across the road. Soon, the bus came, it stopped at the station, and immediately set off to leave.It took Song Ciran away.Next to the stop sign is empty.

A leaf flutters down slowly, it is a letter from the deep winter.It has turned yellow, and the green has disappeared from its body, and it has changed into clothes that are more suitable for winter.Yu Qiuliang took a deep look at it and turned around, but he was not in a hurry to go home.At this time, he didn't think it was too cold outside, so he turned into a convenience store to buy wine.

Minors should not drink alcohol, but no one can accurately judge a person's age from his appearance. There is no obvious difference in appearance between the 17-year-old and the teenager.Yu Qiuliang paid the money, opened the can and took a sip of wine. The taste was a bit strange, not as good as carbonated drinks.Yu Qiuliang frowned slightly, he found that he still prefers sweetness.Is there any sweet wine?He seems to remember that he drank sweet wine when he was a child, but when he thought about it suddenly, he was not sure if what he drank before was really wine.Maybe what he drank wasn't wine at all, but some kind of drink—yes, there are drinks that people call "wine," even though they weren't wine at all.

Yu Qiuliang narrowed his eyes, but didn't taste anything from the jar of wine.He didn't understand why anyone would like to drink.If they're trying to get drunk to avoid something, it's a stupid way of avoiding it.It's really embarrassing to let yourself lose your mind and run around like a lunatic, and Yu Qiuliang can't agree with it.

It's normal to want to escape.Yu Qiuliang also often wants to escape, or rather, he has been avoiding since he was in high school.In fact, there are many ways to escape, sober escape is much better than chaotic escape, in all aspects.Yu Qiuliang squeezed the soda can in his hand and wanted to throw it away. He knew that alcoholism is harmful, everyone knows that alcoholism is harmful, but he couldn't stop some people from drinking too much.

Which one is a coward, a drunkard or a madman?

Yu Qiuliang was clearly aware of his madness.As the latter, he despises the former.What's annoying about alcoholics is that they do nothing but make a mess of other people's normal lives, while wild people, at best, they only affect themselves, and others look at them and think of them as rare stories Look, relieve yourself.

That's right, that's right, although he is afraid of life, he still dares to face life soberly.

Yu Qiuliang twisted the empty soda can into a small twist and threw it into the trash can.Scrap copper and rotten iron are also valuable.

"Oh, I've caught you!" Yu Xiasheng's voice suddenly appeared, breaking the silence around, "You're a minor, and you drink secretly?"

"I'm worried, and I have to drink when I'm worried." Yu Qiuliang quibbled, as if he drank alcohol for granted.

The corners of Yu Xiasheng's eyes and brows were filled with smiles: "Then, tell me, what are you worrying about? Did you fail the math test, or do you have to take the math test again?" He said that, as if it could make Yu Qiuliang worry There is only one thing like mathematics.

"I like someone—" Yu Qiuliang intentionally dragged his voice out, and peeked at Yu Xiasheng's expression.

The old ghost was calm and composed, and when he heard him sing a big show, he just curled the corners of his mouth.Yu Qiuliang followed him and went upstairs with him. Suddenly, a smell of alcohol wafted from the front. Yu Qiuliang sniffled and shouted in surprise: "You go out to drink too!"

"Where did I drink?" Yu Xiasheng turned his back to him, laughing, "It's your own smell of alcohol, don't slander others' innocence."