tear up a white paper

During the internship, the school assigned the few students in Han Fei's class to teach in the number one primary school in X City.Han Fei didn't plan to get a job, and he didn't want to please his "colleagues" and "leaders". He wanted to continue studying.So during the internship, when there were no classes, he still stayed in the studio to fill the vacancy for more than half a year.He didn't want to deal with those people in the official world, treat guests, give gifts and so on.

He didn't understand why the group of teaching and educating people had to engage in such a set of unspeakable things.

He didn't want to go home either.

He didn't know what to do or what to say when he went back to that fatherless home.

He just wants to paint.

During the first few gatherings, some people called him to join him, but after a few rejections, gradually no one called him to participate in team activities.

"He has won an international award, he is different from us..."

"If you want to study in graduate school, how can you value undergraduates like us..."

"Obviously not a fellow traveler..."

……

When these remarks floated into Han Fei's ears, he had just finished class and returned to the office with his textbooks.The moment he walked into the office, the office was quiet, as if no one had ever spoken.

Han Fei glanced at it indifferently, packed up his textbooks, and arranged them neatly on the desk, which was incompatible with the atmosphere of the whole office.

But even more out of place than his desk was himself.

With his backpack on his back, Han Fei turned and left.

"That's right, he is a top student..."

"I really don't like that arrogant and arrogant person. If you don't want to come, don't come. If you have the ability, you don't need a diploma..."

"That's right, whoever begged him, the kids don't like his class at all..."

……

ability?

Han Fei kept his hands in his trouser pockets. Why wouldn't he want a diploma just because he was capable?Putting aside the gossip behind his back, he was like a gust of wind blowing out of this prestigious school.

He didn't participate in the activities of his classmates. When his father was sick, he didn't even stay in school. Now he can't convince himself to integrate into that strange circle.

For Han Fei, human beings are far less warm than a studio, not as reliable as an easel, not as considerate as a canvas, and not as friendly as a paintbrush.

When walking across the road, the phone rang. Han Fei took a look and saw that it was a message from his mother telling him to go home.Han Fei was a little surprised, this was the first time his mother had given him news after his father passed away, asking him to go home.He took a few steps back, returned to the other side of the road, and squeezed onto the bus that just stopped.

Mother……

Han Fei didn't know how he should go back to the home where he no longer had a father, and he didn't know how he should face his mother and younger brother.

Brother, Han Bin... This year, Han Bin was 16 years old, in the third year of junior high school, and he was in his best youth.

When Han Bin was born, the second-child crackdown was still very popular. His mother issued a leave note and took sick leave. After hiding in her hometown and secretly giving birth to Han Bin, she reluctantly left him in the country and went back to see him several times a year.As a last resort, Han Bin grew up with his grandparents in the countryside until he was old enough to go to school. His grades could not keep up, so he was taken back to City X by his parents.

Han Bin's household registration did not allow him to be with the three of them at all.

Ever since Han Bin came home, the family has become lively.He and Han Fei kept fighting, as big as the bed and room, as small as a chopstick of vegetables and a piece of sugar.Han Bin is more independent and assertive than Han Fei in the fight for this matter.Han Bin, who was separated from his parents since he was a child, does not look like a pampered second child at all. In contrast, Han Fei under Chang Huan's parents' knees is like an overprotected greenhouse flower.

At first, the whole family thought that raising two children was like this, the older one gave way to the younger one, and the younger one picked up the leftovers from the older one. After arguing and quarreling, they grew up in no time. Isn’t there an old saying that “a piglet If you don’t eat, the two piglets will scramble to eat”?

It wasn't until the big quarrel that they knew that this was not the case at all.

Raising two children is not as easy as raising two piglets.

It was an unusual Friday. After work, Liu Ying was cooking in the kitchen, Han Biao was still reading the newspaper in the living room, Han Fei, who had just entered junior high school, was packing his backpack after finishing his homework, and Han Bin, who was in the first grade again, crossed his legs Sitting on the bed, with his back to Han Fei, he didn't know what to do.

It was only later that Han Fei found out that Han Bin was sitting on the bed brushing the dust off the soccer ball with his new Paibi!Han Fei couldn't take it anymore, he was so angry, he stepped onto the bed and snatched back his paintbrush.

The bed is still Han Fei's child's bed when he was a child. It is small and strong, and there are a few photos of Han Fei when he was a child.

Han Fei pushed on Han Bin's shoulder. After all, Han Bin was small, so he leaned back, fell off the bed, and sat on the ground. After a moment of bewilderment, he burst into tears.

It just happened.

"You hit me!" Han Bin yelled in disbelief, "Why are you here? Without you, I wouldn't have to follow my grandparents in the countryside and be bullied by others saying that I am a child without parents!"

"..." Han Fei was also dazed, his hand holding the paintbrush kept trembling.

The more Han Bin said, the more wronged he became. The emotions that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly erupted like a mountain torrent, and he burst into tears in a loud voice: "It's you, you stole my parents, and you still beat me..."

The quarrel between the two was different than before. Liu Ying rushed in and saw Han Bin sitting on the ground. She was so distressed that she gritted her teeth and slapped Han Fei's fair cheek. She hugged Han Bin to comfort her. , reprimanded: "Why are you so ignorant? He is your younger brother!"

"..." Han Fei covered his face with tears rolling in his eyes.

Han Bin fell into his mother's arms and was supported. He cried even more fiercely: "If I had also been to kindergarten, my grades would not be worse than yours! Why are you the first and I am the last? Why do you repeat the grade? Others look down on me, laugh at me, and compare me with you?!"

No!

Han Bin never received enlightenment education!

It's not fair at all!

Liu Ying hugged Han Bin's arm tightly, and felt more and more sorry for Han Bin. It was her incompetence that caused him to be greatly wronged. She was so sad that she burst into tears. If she could keep the child by her side, Han Bin How come it is still chaotic and unclear, and I can't keep up with my studies!

Han Bin glared at Han Fei viciously, and cried out, "Why are you still alive!"

"!" Liu Ying trembled, she couldn't believe that such words came from an elementary school student, and this elementary school student was her son!

She raised her hand to cover Han Bin's mouth, but it was too late.

"Slap!" Han Biao heard this sentence when he entered the door, and slapped Han Bin on the face with his hands, angrily said: "He is your brother!"

"How can you beat the child, he is still young!" Liu Ying was taken aback, and immediately protected Han Bin tightly, preventing Han Biao from beating her child again, "Xiao Bin is still a child!"

"Can a child talk to his brother like this?" Han Biao pushed Liu Ying and wanted to hit him again, annoyed: "I just talked to my brother like this when I was young, can I still grow up?"

Han Fei woke up with a start, and hugged his father to stop him from beating his younger brother, but he couldn't beat his father, he was just using a mantis arm as a cart, stumbling and dragging Han Biao back, the father and son almost fell down.

"He just came back, can't you teach him well and slowly?" Liu Ying was furious, and held Han Bin in her arms, and Han Bin, who was facing Han Biao province with his back, was injured.She resolutely refused to give in, took the time to point at Han Fei, and retorted: "He hit Xiao Bin first, how old is Xiao Bin? Why didn't you hit him?"

"You—" Han Biao was panting with anger, staggered and pinched Han Fei's chin in two steps, showed Liu Ying the five fingerprints on his face, and said, "What's the matter with Xiao Fei's face? They will settle their own affairs, how can you indiscriminately listen and believe? Xiao Fei hasn't said a word, but you hit him first?"

"I..." Liu Ying was at a loss for words for a while, and immediately said anxiously: "Isn't this obvious? He is already a middle school student, but how old is Xiaobin? He was still standing, and Xiaobin fell to the ground and cried..."

"Mom, I didn't beat my younger brother, he..." Han Fei finally had a chance to speak, covered his hot face, and showed his mother the damaged pen that he had been clutching in his hand. Unable to control it, it fell down with a swish: "He used my new brush to brush the football..."

He was wronged, since his younger brother came back, he has been giving up everything, everything.Han Bin asked why he was there, and he also wanted to ask, why is there Han Bin in this world? !

But he can't ask, and he can't refuse, because he is an older brother!Even if his favorite snacks, favorite dishes, favorite bowls, where to eat, and even the pillow he hugged in his arms when sleeping... are all gone, he can't ask, he can't refuse.

It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, he can let him go, who calls him an elder brother, Han Bin is his younger brother!

But now, his mother, who had never touched him since he was a child, beat him.

This slap made Han Fei feel dizzy and confused.

"You don't own the pen alone. What's wrong with your younger brother's use?" Liu Ying stared angrily at Han Fei, in disbelief: "Why are you so selfish? After teaching you for so many years, now you can't even share and get along with me." Don't you understand?"

"How can I use it like this? This is my pen—"

"I bought it with my money, and I said it belonged to your brother!"

"Mom!" Han Fei couldn't believe his ears, why did his mother say that!He looked to his father for help, this is the new paintbrush his father bought for him.

"Look at what your father is doing? His money is my money!" Liu Ying became even more angry, thinking that Han Fei was looking for a backer, and shouted: "You are so selfish and self-willed and arrogant just because your father dotes on you. Hitting my brother, you are simply lawless!"

"!"

This time, Han Fei opened his mouth, unable to utter another word.

Mother said... Mother actually said that he relied on his father's favor to be selfish, self-willed, arrogant and lawless...

But there is only one wayward thing he does because his father dotes on him and loves him, painting.

He likes to paint, he loves to paint, he wants to paint and he doesn't want to give up, even though there are countless gossips in the community, even relatives often accuse him of being selfish and willful, saying that he can buy a paint for a box of paint Hoof, let their family eat for three days, accusing him of drawing poor their family...

He is indeed selfish, because under such circumstances, he still insists that he wants to paint.

But he is neither selfish nor self-willed, he is not arrogant and aloof and ignores others, nor is he arrogant and lawless...

He just likes to draw.

It's that simple.

He would rather happily swim and soar in front of the white paper than force himself to blend in with them and listen to their "teachings" that are so earnest but contrary to his wishes.

Chapter 5