Yufeng

"Jiang Gu!"

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"Jiang Gu!"

"Uh, here!"

Jiang Ku, a boy in grade six, stood up abruptly from his seat. He looked around sleepily at the smiling faces around him, his face was dull, and he didn't quite understand what he did wrong.

The young female teacher on the podium raised her hand to silence the laughing students.

"Jiangsu, read the subject of lesson No. 12 to everyone!"

textbooks textbooks textbooks...

Being stared at by more than 30 pairs of eyes at the same time, it made the search for textbooks all in a hurry.

After silently cursing dozens of times, Jiang Ku finally grabbed a book from the pile of books.

"Report, there is no No.12 class!"

After flipping through the textbook, he raised his head and reported loudly.

This time, the children laughed even more uncontrollably.

"He's a big fool! Master, don't waste your time with him!"

A girl with ponytails and a white sweater yelled, and her unique high-pitched voice pierced everyone's ears easily.

Jiang Ku cast her inexplicably complex eyes, half fearful and half indifferent.

This beautiful female classmate is named Chen Yan. She is from a wealthy family and is also smart.

She and himself are people from two worlds, Jiang Zu is very aware of this difference.

Withdrawing his gaze, he blankly looked at the textbook in his hand.

"You are taking a history textbook, but now it is a Chinese class!" The teacher reminded a little angrily.

After seeing the large characters on the cover of the book clearly, Jiang Ku hurriedly stuffed the book back on the table, and then fiddled with it hard again.

Unfortunately, the operation to find the correct textbook was not successfully completed, and he was invited out of the classroom.

"If you don't get enough sleep, go outside the door and wake up."

The teacher was never very polite to poor students, not to mention that Jiang Ku not only had poor grades all the time, but also had two dirty snots on his face all day long, and he could smell sour all over his body when he got closer.

Such a child, there is really no way to make people like it?

In late autumn and early winter, the entrance of the corridor is very cold, and the cool wind sweeps the confetti on the ground lonely.

Jiang Ku stood firmly against the wall, raised his hand to press the top of his head, and raised his index finger to dig out a mark on the soft lime-coated surface.

Following the mark one centimeter down, he found another faint nick.

"It's only this little?"

After lamenting, Jiang Kui was overwhelmed by disappointment almost to grief.

This engraving was left four weeks ago, and the time was not long, but in his eyes, it was worth looking forward to as if a year had passed.

The boys in the same class tried their best to speed up their heights at this young age, throwing away the thin and small Jiang Zu by a large margin.

He is like a stunted bean sprout, with his slender body sandwiched among his tall and tall peers, it is difficult not to feel inferior.

Inferiority is a poison that cannot be cured, and it is quietly corroding this thin and thin body.

Thin and short, staying in two grades, losing parents and lack of love, etc., he has learned to deal with all the helpless things with silence, and when others make fun of him, he pretends that he has nothing to do with him.

After a long time, classmates and teachers are doubting whether Jiang Kuan's IQ is qualified, and even he himself thinks that he may be stupid than others.

Never get the questions right, can't memorize lengthy texts, and can't even learn to cry when boys grab their hair and press them against the wall.

No one can see the tears shed after getting under the covers, so everyone thinks that a fool is not afraid of pain, and forgets to be soft when he is bullied.

Jiang Kuan has already had too much unhappiness in his short life of just over ten years, but he has not fully realized it yet, he just stands on tiptoe to observe the scratches, and there are still traces of disappointment on his face.

The students were reading the textbooks neatly, mixed with Chen Yan's shrill and abrupt voice.

He covered his ears in disgust.

Chen Yan often screamed and scolded poor students in her class with such a voice.For example: idiot, uneducated, rubbish and other weird names.

Probably due to the side effects of a privileged family, Chen Yan's swearing has a bureaucratic tone that children of the same age do not have, and it is quite fresh, and it can also cause widespread dissemination.

The best way to get rid of this destructive sound is to avoid it.

Jiang Kui slowly retreated along the wall of the corridor, away from the classroom that was making terrible noises.

He ducked down to avoid the guard's eyes, and walked briskly towards home.

……

"The formalities are basically completed, so it's best for the dead ghost not to come out in this life!"

The woman pressed the tissue to the corners of her eyes, carefully protecting her eyeliner from blurring.

"The child is a big trouble. I really can't take him with me. If I let him know that I have such a big son, I'm afraid he would have left me long ago."

She repeatedly emphasized her own difficulties, while the man sitting next to him folded his arms and kept silent.

"It's impossible to take care of those at the dead ghost's house. What do you think I can do? It's not easy to find a reliable one at a young age. You don't understand the difficulties of women. I was also cornered."

The more you talk, the more bitter you are, and it seems that the flood will be released.

"Hey, why am I so miserable?!" I finally covered it.

The man quickly stuffed the tissue box on the sofa table.The mother repeatedly emphasized "I can't bear it", but what she did was dump her own son to a stranger.This unreasonable contrast made his expression quite delicate, and he didn't know whether to show a little sympathy hypocritically, or calmly urge her to get to the point.

"You take care of me for two years first... Uh no, maybe three years. As long as the situation improves a little, I will definitely come and pick him up. In short, I won't trouble you for too long." After wiping her nose, the woman gestured with her bright red finger A number was shaken and shaken.

three years?It doesn't sound like it's unbearably long.

"I will send child support every month, and I will never break my promise, huh?"

Talking dryly, the man still smoked in silence and did not express his opinion.

"I will definitely ask Section Chief Wang to help you transfer jobs. It's no big deal, just open your mouth."

Speaking of the point, he finally got an ambiguous nod.

Jiang Ku, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, finally stood at the door and called out to the woman whose age was unknown.

"mom."

I wanted to slip quietly through the living room and into the room, so as not to be scolded for leaving early.

But when he heard the two adults seemed to be discussing himself, he still stood up hesitantly.

"Huh? What time is it now? Didn't you go to school?"

The woman turned around and quickly glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, her eyes full of doubts.

Jiang Ku didn't answer, he caught sight of three huge suitcases at the door, which meant another farewell.

The mother quickly got up and pulled her son into the house, pointing at the man to order.

"Call Uncle Li!"

"Uncle Li." Jiang Ku glanced at the man quickly.

He could see that this Uncle Li should be very tall, with two long legs crossed casually, and his elbows were also long, which could be stretched out a lot to the side when resting on the legs.

If I can be this tall, Chen Yan won't call me a "dwarf mouse" anymore, right?

Jiang Ku habitually lowered his head, he thought in a daze, but he didn't know that the other party was also frowning and examining him.

"How old are you?"

The man finally spoke, his voice was so deep that Jiang Ku wanted to shrink back behind the sofa.

The grumpy father also had the same voice, so he had a weird illusion: men with deep voices were probably vicious.

"Should be...fourteen? Well, or twelve..."

The woman was not so sure, although the child was indeed her own.

"Is it that big?" The man was full of doubts, and held out one hand to Jiang Kuo, "Come here, young man, let me see you."

Jiang Ku stared at that hand, it was broad and powerful, and the back of the palm was thick. It would definitely hurt to hit someone, so he didn't move.

"Go, Uncle Li called you?!"

The woman pushed her son anxiously.

She needs to let go of her baggage with peace of mind, and the man's attitude seems to be a silver lining.

Jiang Kui avoided the big hand, and approached it eagerly.

Lowering his eyes, he stared seriously at the other's eye-catching long legs.

"It doesn't look very naughty." Uncle Li smiled lightly, "Don't you have to go to class today?"

The bitter smell of tobacco exhaled from his nostrils made Jiang Ku take a step back nervously.

The big hand reached out and held him firmly, unable to move back.

Jiang Ku finally raised his eyes, his eyes full of vigilance, and found that Uncle Li was also observing him with his brows furrowed.

After a few seconds of silence.

The author has something to say:

Ah, rewrote a version and sent it to everyone to see.Because Jinjiang's contract conflicts with my own job, I can't become a signed author. All the works posted here are not included in V. Feel free to read, but please do not reprint without authorization, thank you.dear~