self-control scale

Luo Zijun went to a middle school. Although he had done enough mental preparation before going there, he was shocked by the simple environment of the low slope and low wall. All the hardware and software facilities were as good as he imagined. Too much difference.

There are frequent water and power outages throughout, not to mention the internet.

The school's teaching building is old and mottled, and the walls are pitted and peeled off like bark, exposing ugly adobe bricks.There are only a dozen teachers and janitors in the school plus the senior students who have come to work before, and there are more than 60 students.

The children nearby can go home to study, and those farther away live in the ten-person dormitory of the school. There is a table, two chairs, several bunk beds, and a small bed alone on the gray wall. There are no other facilities in the outhouse.

The children who live in school, who can’t pay the tuition fees, have to bring some food grown at home in exchange every week, usually corn and sweet potatoes, and the children carry them back and forth across more than ten miles of mountain roads. , Sometimes when the season comes, the children have to go home and do farm work. For them, survival is the top priority, and reading is a luxury.

At first, Teacher Luo naively thought that most of the children in the mountains should be as eager to learn as in the news. Later, he found that he was wrong. After countless generations of inheritance, many concepts have been deeply ingrained.

Those children were about the same age as Du Chengyi, and they seemed very introverted.This reminded Luo Zijun of how he was when he first saw the child, sensitive, shy but a little naturally curious.Facing their own courtship or praise, their first instinctive reaction is not to say "thank you", but to run away, and sometimes they will come back and hide outside the classroom door to peek at him.

They don't care about ideals and future, and almost all of them acquiesce that the way out in the future is to work or continue to stay and farm.

There is no light here.

On the first night when I arrived, several children skipped class collectively, jumped up a tree and kicked on the low wall, and then turned out of the school.

As a result, the next day, the dean called them to the playground to reprimand them, and the roar spread to every corner of the school. However, this most traditional education method had little effect. Luo Zijun stood upstairs and carefully observed the expressions of the children. Everyone is used to it, and no one cares at all.

There are two girls among the senior students stationed here. On the day Luo Zijun went, they found him and said that they found a student lying on the low wall to peep when they went to the bathroom a while ago.

The school's toilets are independent from the teaching building, and it is enough to build four mud walls.The little girl felt very humiliated, so she went to the principal to negotiate, but the principal didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was a joke from the children, saying that it was "the culture of the countryside, take a look at it curiously, don't make a fuss."

Luo Zijun immediately turned to find the village party secretary, but he didn't expect that his rhetoric was almost exactly the same as that of the principal, and he felt harmless.

Luo Zijun said: "This is not just a matter of disrespect for our teachers. Curiosity and voyeurism can be small or big. When it gets bigger, it's like a hole. If it's small, it's not good for the child's physical and mental development in the future."

The village party secretary said a lot of superficial words one after another, saying that the supporting teachers are our hope, and the whole village must respect you. I will ask my parents to talk about the children's affairs later.

Luo Zijun was sent away without any specific countermeasures.

This made Mr. Luo realize that in this isolated mountain range, most people have lived here for generations and cannot touch the outside world. This land and this school are all of them, just like his old house. That well, the sky looking out from the mouth of the well is all they can touch from birth to death.

Therefore, they don't know that there are many possibilities in their lives. They are often forced to accept the ending of life at a very young age, thinking that their future life will be like this, and it is even more impossible for them to understand what it means to change one's destiny with knowledge.

The work of teaching support has a long way to go.

After several negotiations to no avail, Luo Zijun ordered the boys in the team to have a little more time together.

Du Chengyi left school today, but Xu Chen didn't pick him up because he had to work overtime.

When he was walking out of school, he felt that there was a car slowly following him behind him.The child was very vigilant, he squeezed his phone tightly and took two quick steps, only to be followed by the car behind him and honked the horn.

One person poked his head out of the window and smiled towards the capital.

The child still remembers him. He came with Mr. Luo on a blind date that day. The younger brother of that woman is not ugly, his eyes are eyes and nose is nose, but he is not pleasing, looks annoying, and a little...

The child thought about it for a while, and found that it was a bit obscene and dishonest, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The man said: "Little friend, Mr. Luo has something with me. He is not here these days. Come and get it with me."

Duchengyi didn't want to go at first, but when he heard that it was what Mr. Luo left in his place, his imagination couldn't control it and flew down three thousand feet. , Why are Mr. Luo's things in his sister's place?

The child was sore and angry in his heart, and he followed him as soon as his head turned.

The man drove very slowly, and kept asking questions along the way, from age to school grades, and from likes and smells to habits, as if inquiring about household registration, and even took out candy for him to eat, Du Chengyi had a cold face Politely declined.

Just kidding, he doesn't like to eat sweets, if he wants to eat, he only eats candies from Mr. Luo and Uncle Xu.

The summer school uniform was changed to shorts early on, and the man's poisonous snake-like eyes lingered on the young man's fair and slender legs, making Du Chengyi's heart shudder, and he quickly blocked it with his schoolbag.

The car turned crookedly into a small road, the road surface was uneven and potholed, the man pulled the handbrake, the back of his hand touched the outside of the boy's thigh, and rubbed against it.

The child shrank his legs. At first he thought he had bumped into it accidentally, but he didn't expect that the man would just avoid him and have no other reaction. He became bolder and groped in directly under the schoolbag.

Du Chengyi jumped up suddenly, a chill shot up his back, he was so sick that he almost vomited into his car on the spot.

He gritted his teeth, covered the man's face with a punch and passed.

When Xu Chen received a call from a passer-by, Du Chengyi's angry roar sounded in his ears. He was so frightened that his heart almost stopped. He hadn't heard this irrational voice for many years.

Xu Chen rushed out without taking his bag. When he got there, he saw a child sitting on the curb, and a person lying on the ground next to him with his face covered in blood. Many people around him were whispering.

Regardless of the child, everyone saw him beating a person on the ground like crazy at the beginning. They didn't know what was going on, and they all thought the child had mental problems.I didn't expect this kid to be very interesting. After calling for a while, he took out his mobile phone and called someone to call the police and call Xu Chen. Then he folded the man's backhand and asked someone to borrow a rope to tie it up. He threw it on the side of the road and sat next door. Breathe heavily.

Those who wanted to ask questions, seeing the blood on his hands and looking fierce like a wolf, few people dared to come up and pull him.

Xu Chen shouted: "Doo!"

Seeing Uncle Xu coming, the child breathed a sigh of relief, felt aggrieved but didn't say much, rubbed his hands together and only choked out a sentence: "He touched me."

When the child said this, even the onlookers understood.

"Fucking scum!"

"Idiot is so disgusting! You are wasting food alive!"

"I heard that he is still a teacher!"

"What?! This kind of person is also worthy of being a teacher?!"

"Don't do it and sue him, why don't you want to continue to be a teacher and the child might be caught by him..."

The overwhelming scolding pressed down on the man on the ground, and some people were puzzled and wanted to mend their feet, but were stopped by the police who arrived in time.

When Xu Chen accompanied the child out of the police station after taking notes, it was almost dark. Xu Chen originally thought that it would not be good to leave him alone in today's situation, so he wanted to take him home for dinner and sleep.But the embarrassment is the embarrassment. I have to work overtime, and Li Liang is away on a business trip.

"Why don't you go to the company with me."

Dudu shook his head: "It's okay, I'll go back by myself."

After walking two steps, he said again: "Can you not tell Uncle Luo what happened today?"

Xu Chen was taken aback, seeing the child's seriousness, and sighed: "You don't want him to worry, do you? Okay, I'll keep it a secret for you. But you scum, don't plead for him, don't let him hurt others again."

The child nodded, sat in the passenger seat of Xu Chen, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

plead?What do you want?Let's go to hell.

What Xu Chen didn't know was that that night, after the child went back, he washed in the bathroom for more than an hour, rubbing his thighs over and over again, until the skin was red and sore and almost peeled off.

The disgusting image during the day lingered deeply in his mind, and in the middle of the night he woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare.He fumbled to get up, dragged Luo Zijun's large pajamas out of the cabinet, wrapped his head around his body, and then hid in the quilt to suffocate. The hyacinth exuded a delicate fragrance in the vase, mixed with the smell of Uncle Luo, and only then did he linger on him. The shadow in my heart was forcibly dispelled a little.

The man's hand was icy cold, but Uncle Luo's was warm and dry, soft and soft, touching his hair in a dream, very comfortable.

He thought about his Uncle Luo coming back, thinking about it like crazy.

Luo Zijun, where are you, I miss you.