Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

The reality is not a martial arts drama, and there are not so many heroes who can lift all emotions as lightly as possible.In reality, most people are ordinary people, and who among ordinary people is not selfish?Selfishness is something that everyone has. People have instinctively avoided things that are harmful to themselves since birth, and in addition to tangible things, there are also intangible things that can cause harm to people.Of these intangibles, the most inescapable is speech.

Man is almost at the top of nature when it comes to harming his fellow beings.People deal with their own kind in all kinds of ways, and verbal harm is just one of the more common ones.And the more common it is, the bigger the wound will be.To put it in a common sentence, it is easy to kill people but difficult to kill people.What people say is terrible, has always been obvious to all.

While most people can only live a dull and boring life, other people's family affairs are always an excellent topic of conversation.Even knowing that some things vary from person to person, people always love to use themselves as the yardstick, and what is the same as themselves or what they expect to be the same is good.And what is different from oneself, even if it is a hidden longing in the heart, it should be classified as evil.There are few saints in the world, but there are always people who hope that everyone except themselves is a saint.It is said that no one is a sage without faults, so for those who hope that everyone is a sage, a fault, no matter how big or small, is worthy of criticism.

If someone other than yourself is not perfect, then no matter who this person is or what the circumstances are, let her die and be destroyed.At least for Zhao Yu, this is the case.

Even though her husband is a psychiatrist, Zhao Yu still looks down on those who have so-called psychological problems.

What depression, what personality disorder, what borderline split personality, what claustrophobia, what phobia, what obsessive-compulsive disorder, are not all pretended?Isn't it all because of weakness and hypocrisy?The reason why those people seek treatment from their own husbands is not because they are stupid, have a lot of money, a lot of shit, and a lot of trouble?My own husband is not a regular doctor, but a liar who collects other people's IQ tax through deceit.

Among all her husband's patients, Zhao Yu disliked the harp the most.

God?How could there be such an ignorant little girl in this world?Does this little girl have a conscience?Does this little girl have any filial piety?This is what Zhao Yu thinks about every time she sees Kong Hou, and every time she puts these questions in her contemptuous eyes.Moreover, how could such a despised person be the only one to hate him?Therefore, since Zhao Yu told Kong Hou the truth a year ago, he has been impatient to tell his sisters, his relatives and friends, and everyone he may meet by chance.

Maybe she doesn't know it herself, or maybe she enjoys it when she knows it.She was an eighth woman, at least in the minds of her husband, her friends, and the strangers she met.

Zhao Yu was also a poor person before, but Kong Hou didn't know how poor she was.

At this point in time, other middle schools are considering whether to take a high-temperature vacation, but the high school where Su Qing and Kong Hou are located doesn't have to worry about it at all.Because for the small town where it is located, there is no winter and summer here, only spring and autumn.No matter what time it is, the sun is so warm that people want to sleep.

It is almost the end of a semester, and I am about to enjoy the rare benefits of teaching and educating people, that is, having a holiday with students.There is still a week before the final exam, and the school is still holding summer sports games these days. For some students, the sports games are like a holiday, and in fact it is also the same for teachers.

At this moment, Konghou is holding a vanilla-flavored ice cream cone and following Suqing. They ran out of school during the sports meeting and asked the other side of the town to see the ancient Confucian Temple of the same age as the town.

The Temple of Confucianism is the Temple of Confucianism. The reason why the two of them came here was because of their complaint.Because after asking Kong Hou, she realized that as a person who has been here for almost ten years, Kong Hou has never been to the most representative building in the town, the Confucian Temple, so she wanted to take her to see it this time.It's not that there is any place in the Confucian Temple that you will lose if you don't go, it's just that you want to take her to see it.

But what I didn't expect was that places like the Confucian Temple are the most attractive places for idlers. Almost every day, a lot of old people with nothing to do gather here.She originally thought that no matter how much these old people were to her and Kong Hou, it would not matter.

There is a small museum next to the entrance of the Confucian Temple. Everyone knows whether most of the cultural relics in it are genuine or replicas.Complaints and Kong Hou went in to have a look, and witnessed the imagination and creativity of the servants, but just as they walked out of the museum gate, Kong Hou was grabbed by the arm by a hand stretched out of thin air.

"Are you the one whose name is that?" The old man, who was holding on to his arm tightly, asked seriously and angrily with a wrinkled bark-like face.

Another old lady next to the old man also stared at Kong Hou, and reminded her companion with a hanging face, "It's called Kong Hou."

"Eh?!" Kong Hou didn't know these two old ladies who looked a little angry, and was a little frightened because they were suddenly pulled by their arms.

Please ignore these two old ladies who suddenly appeared, and ask Kong Hou: "Do you know them?"

Kong Hou shook her head, pleading for help with her eyes.She even wanted to avoid communication between acquaintances, let alone strangers.

"You don't need to know us, we just need to know you!"

"Since we met you today, we will educate you." The two old men said loudly after Konghou shook his head.

Complaining, she pulled Kong Hou's hand back, and stopped in front of Kong Hou, "What do you want to do? She is my student and does not need education from strangers."

The noise here gradually surrounded the crowd of spectators, and as more and more people gathered, Kong Hou became more and more frightened hiding behind the appeal.

"Teacher, let's go." Kong Hou slightly tugged on her clothes, and the crowds and loud voices made her feel uncomfortable.

"Who are you going to go!" The old lady from just now blocked their way with both hands outrageously.

Another old man pointed his fingers to complain, and began to be filled with righteous indignation: "You are her teacher? Do you know what kind of students you teach?"

"I know what my students are like. I don't need others to tell me. Please let me go." Su Qing turned around and held the harp that was biting her lip with one hand, trying to push away the old lady who was now in large characters.

"She had incest with her stepfather and killed her own father!"

The old lady's words exploded into the crowd like a bomb, and the words exploded with coaxing.

"Is it true? This girl looks so small."

"How do you look like a goblin?"

"The old lady has a problem with her brain. She knows how to talk nonsense in a day. It's a real thing. Don't look like a high school student. You are obedient and obedient. Don't talk nonsense with me."

"Flies don't bite seamless eggs, this baby has no problem, don't think of her."

"That's right, I've heard people say it, and I've seen photos, it's her."

"Oh, stop talking, it's only a sentence...keep listening, keep watching, don't make noise."

There was a lot of talk, excited, angry, on the sidelines, rational, watching the excitement is not a big deal, everyone was looking at Konghou curiously and speculating.

Su Qing and Kong Hou stopped their movements subconsciously, looking in shock at the complacent old man standing back on the high ground.

"What?" Kong Hou's eyes widened, and she instinctively yelled at the old man, "What are you talking about? Please don't talk nonsense, I don't know you at all!"

Su Qing regained consciousness for a short time, and then spit out two words: "Madman."

"Get out of the way." Su Qing pulled Kong Hou, regardless of respecting the old and caring for the young, and directly went to push those who blocked the way.

"What do you want to do! This is an elderly person!" The security guard at the Confucian Temple finally played a role and stopped the appeal.

"No, it's not like that." Kong Hou denied in vain, the noisy discussion mixed into her ears, and suddenly turned into a thick tinnitus.

The old lady standing on the high platform cleared her throat and spoke condescendingly. She interrogated the harp like a judge interrogating a prisoner.

"Let me ask you, are you living with your adoptive father now?"

"Do you know that your own father was tortured to death by your adoptive father?"

Kong Hou actually couldn't quite hear what she was saying. She covered her ears and squatted down like she did when she faced the police and the community aunts when she was a child, and then squeezed her chest and thighs together, letting her His hair covered his face and he shook his head in bewilderment.

Yes or no?Kong Hou really didn't know how to answer.

"Don't be afraid, Kong Hou." Su Qing comforted Kong Hou, and then turned her head to warn the security guard who was holding her, "Please let go, and don't worry about your own pride."

The security guard ignored her words and watched the play with relish.

"If I were you, I would stab that stepfather to death to avenge my own father."

"You can't share the hatred of killing your father. How can you bear it? I think you got involved with that person."

"A girl has been with a man who has no blood relationship for almost ten years, there must be something!"

The old lady doesn't need the harp to speak, she just needs to stand on a high ground and accuse the girl.The onlookers didn't need konghou to speak, they cooperated with the old lady in surprise, and guessed that even the people who looked sad and shook their heads were actually satisfied with this gossip.

With a bang, something heavy hit the ground.He didn't even look at the security guard who was knocked down by him, clapped his hands and returned to Konghou's side.She knew that it was meaningless to argue, and she just wanted to leave with Kong Hou.

Kong Hou buried her head tightly in her knees, feeling a little dizzy, as if time went back to ten years ago.

"That's her, she's the only one left in the family."

"How can you survive at a young age? It's better to die with her father."

"Why doesn't this child cry? Is there something wrong? He didn't respond when Dad died, cold-blooded."

"I heard that she was still laughing when her father died. Her father hanged himself, and she pulled her father a lot!"

"..."

"Konghou." Among all the noisy voices, there was only one voice that was as gentle as the spring breeze blowing past my ears.Kong Hou knew the voice, and also knew whose hand was wrapping around her shoulder at this moment.

"Teacher." Kong Hou raised her head, looking at her with tears in her eyes, just like ten years ago.

The complaint blocked other people's voices, trying to comfort her.But Kong Hou looked at her and cried out three words in a hoarse voice.

"I'm so scared."

"I'm terrified, really terrified."