love alliance

Song Yiwen leaned his large bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, and the breeze that passed through quietly raised strands of grass leaves, messing up in the air.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the ripples in the hair tips, stroking them gently like Teacher Meifang's warm palm.

The day when we first saw it was also the season when the wind was blowing. The young Song Yiwen was huddled in the shadow of a tree and was struggling to wipe off the blood that was almost dry on his cheeks. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure approaching, looking peaceful in the peaceful campus. And beautiful.

The woman came up to him and held out her hand.The palms are filled with drops of shimmering light, exuding warmth.

Song Yiwen held it up involuntarily, and the darkness buried deep in his eyes was instantly dispelled invisible.

The childhood in memory has a huge sense of oppression, which is different from the laughter and laughter of other families. Song Yiwen often peeks through the crack of the door anxiously at the back of his mother lying on the sofa and weeping.

Since his father was forcibly handcuffed, stuffed into a police car and taken away, the originally harmonious and happy life collapsed.

Song Yiwen was still young, and he still didn't quite understand the wording of fixed-term imprisonment, but he also vaguely felt that his father who was imprisoned in that high wall must have done something very disgusting.

"Son of a Thief".He was called that.

The courtyard in the alleyway is already small and narrow, and the slightest movement of wind and grass can cause several ripples, which spread quickly, not to mention news with such a strong impact.Neighbors and friends who used to be kind and friendly, now avoid Song Yiwen as if avoiding the plague.

His mother no longer took him to and from school, and even gave up life and generally no longer took care of his daily life and food, and stayed at home every day, refusing to go out.

Finally one day, due to the unbearable pressure of public opinion, her mother left her hometown and lost her trace, leaving Song Yiwen struggling alone in the difficult situation.

Song Yiwen's aunt had to assume the role of guardian and took him to her home.Faced with this so-called "thief's son", the aunt and uncle showed great reluctance.

"Fortunately, our son's middle school is a boarding school, otherwise he would hang out with this kid every day when he came home from school, and he might be spoiled." The uncle looked at Song Yiwen with contempt, and muttered to his aunt.My uncle never evaded when expressing reprimand and dissatisfaction, it seemed that seeing Song Yiwen's slightly embarrassed expression was enough to vent his anger.

The aunt agreed without hesitation: "We must not have too much contact, who knows whether misconduct will be contagious."

After school, Song Yiwen used to stay in the classroom until very late. He didn't want to go back to see his aunt's face. He stared at his every move every day as if he was guarding against thieves, which made Song Yiwen very uncomfortable.

And some bad boys in the school often came to provoke him, and it seemed that Song Yiwen's solitude easily aroused their impulse to bully.

But he is not Song Yiwen's opponent at all.

The beaten children cried to their parents, and the group fight was brought to the Academic Affairs Office. The principal naturally sided with the powerful parents and severely punished Song Yiwen who was left alone.

Faced with persuasion.

And those few children became more and more rampant when they had reliance on them. Song Yiwen didn't want to pay attention to them, but they intensified.

On this day, Song Yiwen was sitting in the shade of a tree at the corner of the teaching building, cleaning up the blood stains. There was no one around, and the wind gently passed through the thick canopy, making a rustling sound.He looked up at the dappled sunlight above his head, his vision gradually blurred.He couldn't figure out why he was so brutally isolated by the whole world, knowing that he had done nothing.

Chen Meifang came out of the teaching building, and when she turned around, she saw this little beast hiding sadness.

Those empty and lifeless eyes contained the despair of not being able to find a way out of the deep drowning.She looked at him, felt pity in her heart, walked forward, and stretched out her hand to him.

Like a ray of light piercing the bubbling water, he used her strength to rise to his feet, out of the suffocating darkness around him.

"Hello, I'm Teacher Chen Meifang, come with me to the school doctor to bandage the wound, okay, kid?" She smiled softly, her gentle face seemed to be in full bloom for the whole spring.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Teacher Meifang is my savior.Many years later, Song Yiwen could still vaguely remember the temperature of Chen Meifang's palm at that time.Salvage yourself in the turbulence, dig yourself out in the mud.In short, she tried her best to come to Zhou Zheng my life path.

... "Someone must have bullied you first, right?"

... "But the teacher said, it's wrong to hit someone."

... "Fisting is not the best way to solve a problem."

... "Yiwen, the teacher has already communicated with the school leaders, and he will not let you drop out of school! And you must be obedient and study hard, and show your grades to prove yourself to everyone!"

... "You are a good boy, God will not treat a good boy badly! So be happy, because if you frown too tightly, you will get wrinkles at a young age."

"Teacher Meifang." Song Yiwen knocked lightly on the door of the teacher's room and walked in.

The annual graduation season.In a few days, Song Yiwen will leave the elementary school where Chen Meifang teaches and go to a key middle school.

Chen Meifang followed the sound and smiled warmly.At that time, she was in charge of the first-year course, and her desk was full of colorful teaching aid models.

A transparent vase was placed in the corner of the desk, and a large bouquet of fresh flowers and trees was inserted in the mouth of the vase. The fragrance was scattered in the air, which was very pleasant.

"Yiwen is about to graduate," Chen Meifang gently stroked Song Yiwen's hair, feeling a little relieved, "You'll be a big boy in no time!"

"Mr. Meifang, thank you." Song Yiwen's words stuck in his throat, and his eyes were moist.If I hadn't met Chen Meifang, I might have dropped out of school already.Chen Meifang's persuasiveness and persuasion rekindled Song Yiwen's hope in life. Not only did he not go astray, but he also successfully entered school with astonishingly high grades.

"The teacher won't be able to accompany you after you go to middle school. You must take care of yourself, okay?" Chen Meifang leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Song Yiwen's forehead.

Song Yiwen lowered his eyes, blushed shyly and said "hmm".

Goodbye, see you again.

Parting, Song Yiwen waved his hand, thinking so.

But why, such an ordinary afternoon time became the last side of their lives.

The news of Chen Meifang's death was learned during the summer vacation of the first grade of junior high school.Song Yiwen excitedly ran into the primary school campus holding the bouquet of the same variety as that placed on Chen Meifang's desk corner that day.

Teacher Meifang, I found such a flower by the river outside the middle school, I hope you like it.Song Yiwen thought of this, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Walking into the teacher's room, I saw that the familiar seats were empty.

Chen Meifang had already passed away to another world in the late spring and early summer of this year.

"Please let me in! I want to see Teacher Meifang!" Song Yiwen refused to believe it, slammed on the door of Abandoned Shadow, and insisted on forcibly breaking in despite the bodyguards' obstruction.

"What are you chattering about all the time? You guys are so lazy that you can't even subdue a brat if the boss is not here, right?!" Hearing yin and yang scolding voices from inside.

"Second Madam," said the bodyguard, "this child seems to be a student of the First Madam."

"Student? Hmph, the teacher-student relationship is close." He snorted disdainfully.

"They said that Teacher Meifang passed away, isn't it true?" Song Yiwen asked anxiously, shaking his head in resistance, "Why did the teacher suddenly..."

"He is indeed dead, brat. Your teacher has already been buried on Beishan. If you miss him, don't come here, go to the cemetery." The woman called the second lady looked down on Song Yiwen, so arrogant tone of voice.

"Second Madam, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to say that about Eldest Madam..." the bodyguard advised in embarrassment.

"You fucking do what you're supposed to do, don't talk too much!" After glaring at the bodyguard, the woman rushed in, and the door was tightly closed immediately, enveloping the human voice and the falling petals, never to be heard again. can be turned on.