Happy Life [Rebirth]

Xia Chaobei also asked me: "Hey, Xiaolu, you've got it, what did you do to your sister?"

I told him in a very serious tone: "Adolescence is like this, you don't understand."

Xia Chaobei was so shocked to look at Lin Shuzhen, Lin Shuzhen took out a quilt and looked at me: "Your sister is not yet puberty, I remember that in the book, this is called rebellious period?"

No one knows the reason for Xia Wanwan's sudden temper tonight.In short, I was quite aggrieved. When I was old, I slept on the same bed with my parents. When I woke up in the morning, Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei hugged me, and I felt like a big doll.

It's pretty cute.

Xia Chaobei and Lin Shuzhen had to leave the stall in the morning, and they both got up around five o'clock.I woke up, couldn't bear the sleepiness and continued to sleep. By the time I got to the dinner table, Xia Wanwan had already packed her schoolbag and was going to school.

Lin Shuzhen came out with noodle soup, and stopped Wanwan when she saw her: "Xia Wanwan! Don't eat breakfast anymore!"

Wanwan was bending over to put on her shoes. When she heard the sound, she paused but did not turn around to answer. Lin Shuzhen walked over quickly and said to her, "I said what's wrong with you. You didn't let Xiaolu into the room last night. Wouldn't it be better if you got into trouble and sleep, you, as a sister——"

With a "bang", Lin Shuzhen closed her mouth.

I took a sip of the soup with the bowl in my hand. Xia Wanwan went crazy and still hasn't recovered. Before Lin Shuzhen finished speaking, she slammed the door and ran away.

When I left home to go to school, Lin Shuzhen gave me five yuan and told me: "Your sister didn't eat breakfast, you give her the money so she can buy something to eat."

I took the money and nodded. On the way to school, I blamed Wanwan a little. I felt that she was spoiled. Even if she was adopted, it was a stroke of luck for me and her to meet parents like Xia Chaobei and Lin Shuzhen. , don't you know how to be sensible?

And I don't understand why Xia Wanwan is losing her temper. She sent it back and forth, worrying about her, but those of us who love her.

When I got to school, I went to find Xia Wanwan first, but I couldn’t find it. I asked a boy. The boy went in to look, and came out and told me that Xia Wanwan’s schoolbag was there, but she wasn’t there. Maybe he went to the bathroom.

I thanked him, it was just the time for day students to come to class, and there were quite a few students entering the class from the second and fourth classes of junior high school.

I gave way, and a few junior high school students looked down at me. I was neither blind nor sensitive. When they looked at me, I immediately felt that the eyes made people uncomfortable, so I frowned and went back to my class.

When I entered my class, I felt that I didn't talk about everyone, but at least most of the people's eyes were cast on me, some with good intentions and some with malicious intent.

To put it nicely, it is sympathy and pity, but if I think about it maliciously, it is probably the feeling of a dog looking down on people.

The first section is Chinese class again. In the early reading, I went over the vocabulary in the high school English textbook. In fact, I knew in my heart that I should persist in reviewing some high school knowledge every day. After all, I didn’t touch the textbook seriously yesterday.

But ever since I started thinking about earning living expenses by writing novels, this matter has overwhelmed the weight of studying in my heart.

I thought to myself that there is no need to worry about the senior high school entrance examination. Making money is more important now. Every point that can relieve Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei's burden is one point. If I reduce the burden by one point, they will sweat less and sleep for one more minute.

So I couldn't hold back, took out my notebook and started to write the outline of my new novel, this time I was going to submit it to "Firefly" magazine, the writing style and story style were Pain Literature.

Because I decided to write a tragedy from the beginning, I simply wrote the heroine as ALS, the scientific name is amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, and more generally speaking, Stephen Hawking has this disease.

Most patients with ALS usually die within three to five years after the onset of the disease. At the beginning of the novel, I directly wrote that the heroine has already been admitted to the hospital, and because the disease is rare, she has undergone clinical trials by the hospital expert group.

In the hospital, the heroine met a blind boy who was about her age. The boy was an art student of traditional Chinese painting in elementary school.In the encounter, quarrel and getting along with the blind boy, the pair of boys and girls can't help bursting out ignorant feelings, but the heroine is destined to have a few years of life, which makes her unconsciously hesitate and stop.

As I write this, I think this plot is very old-fashioned. I am afraid that many people will complain about it ten years later, but it should be considered very fashionable now, and then this story should have a happy ending--

"Yang Lu."

Accompanied by the voice of the Chinese teacher, the book was taken away without waiting for the ending to be decided.

I was too involved in writing the outline just now, and the notebook was taken away for a while, so I couldn't react and went to see the Chinese teacher.She walked a few meters away with my outline full of various characters and yesterday's [-]-word draft "My Overbearing Iceberg Demon".

My little girl at the same table tugged at my sleeve and complained to me in a low voice: "I poked you several times, Teacher Zhang stared at you for a long time, and you were still lying there writing, hey, what are you writing, so fascinated? "

Without waiting for my answer, the Chinese teacher answered.

She took my notebook and read as she walked: "A letter to Angel, 17-year-old Shi Xi was admitted to the Church of Mary Hospital because of ALS. With a lifespan of [-] years, Shixi is often shrouded in the shadow of death, which leads to bad temper and irritability. When she sees others, she will be jealous and resent why she can't be like a healthy person. Jian Fengsheng, a blind young man walking in the garden, for the first time—”

The Chinese teacher read this, turned around, and looked at me. I was thick-skinned and didn't care. She said: "Yang Lu, what do you write in class? You are quite imaginative. When will you let me read your masterpiece?" have a look?"

I stood up and apologized with a low eyebrow: "Teacher, I made a mistake, return the notebook to me."

"You still want to go back?"

The Chinese teacher obviously held her breath for a long time. I don't treat a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain, but I knew very clearly that she didn't like me. Sure enough, she opened her mouth and spewed out very mean words.

She said: "It's not easy for your parents to set up a small stall to sell wontons. I heard that your family has two children. Your sister is in the second grade of junior high school, right? It's not easy for two children to go to school, right? Don't think you look smart now." , I’ve seen a lot of them, they’re all clever, if you write something like this in class, I think sooner or later you’ll be like your parents and make a living selling wontons!”

In the last sentence, the strong sense of contempt almost broke through the ceiling.

I was wondering how she knew it. It's not surprising that she knew it, but she obviously didn't know it before.

At this time, there were whispers and laughter in the class. I frowned and glanced at the class. The same is full of inexplicable sense of superiority.

"Teacher Wong."

I don't care what she says about me, but it makes me very upset that she looks down on Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei.

After I yelled, I saw the Chinese teacher became even more angry, and she yelled out: "My surname is Zhang!"

The class roared with laughter this time.

"Ms. Zhang..." This is my fault, so I apologize first, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, it's my fault for not listening in your class. You can criticize me and punish me, but please don't look down on selling wontons. I don’t think there’s anything despised about this job because I earn money by myself without stealing or snatching anything.”

Teacher Zhang walked over and looked down at me. When I looked up, I only saw two big nostrils.

These two big nostrils are full of a sense of superiority, and the mouth under the nostrils opens and closes: "Student Yang Lu, teacher, I will teach you a lesson, what will happen if you don't study well, it's not sweeping the streets - it's just like your parents It’s not a teacher, I look down on your parents, did the teacher look down on you, but your parents sent you to school, they definitely didn’t want you to sell wontons like them, who wants to sell wontons for a lifetime, so students, you must study hard Otherwise, we will only be able to set up a stall to sell wontons in the future!"

Some boys in the class directly echoed the bullshit teacher's words, lest the world will not be chaotic. I looked at this teacher, and she seemed to think that what she said was great, and she was smug.

The words she said were absolutely nothing for me. She only heard her sincere contempt and intention to humiliate me.

I don't feel ashamed or angry because of her words. I am already 26 and have seen a lot of the dark side of human nature. This is nothing, but I am very angry.

Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei love life more than most people and treat life more diligently than this teacher. They are also kinder than most people. After the company went bankrupt, they still chose to continue raising Wanwan and me instead of sending them back to the orphanage .

They're great, the most qualified couple I've ever met, both as people and as parents.These people look down on them selling wontons, but there is nothing to look down on. In terms of character and quality, they should be ashamed of themselves.

When the class became quieter, I said indifferently: "I was number one in the final exam last semester, and I'm still number one in the midterm exam this semester."

There was a moment of silence in the class, and the Chinese teacher frowned at me: "Student Yang Lu, don't just rely on your cleverness to inflate yourself."

"Sell wontons if you don't study well?" I glanced at the schadenfreudes in the class, and raised my voice, "I'm afraid everyone here will compare with me in academic performance, and you won't even be able to sell wontons in the future!"

"Yang Lu!"

The Chinese teacher came over again, I went to see her directly, what was there to be afraid of, and confronted her head-on.

I calmly looked at the teacher who had no morals at all: "Teacher, how much is your monthly salary? Is it [-]? My parents' daily turnover is [-], and the minimum monthly turnover is [-]. Teacher, can you make so much money in half a year? Have you ever seen so much money in a month—”

"Yang Lu!" the Chinese teacher started to roar.

Before I was dragged out of the class by her, I answered for her: "Definitely not."

--

Before this incident came to an end, I was first dragged to the teaching office by the Chinese teacher, but the dean was not there, and she dragged me back to the office of the Chinese team.

The teacher's office in No. [-] Middle School is divided by subject rather than grade. This office is full of Chinese teachers.

The Chinese teacher pushed me to her desk: "Stand here and reflect!"

After finishing speaking, he hurried out, probably to find the class teacher or go back to class.

I stood in front of her desk and watched her leave with my notebook. I obediently followed her all the way for this notebook, and she didn't stay.

"Aren't you—" A teacher poked his head over, "That skipper?"

I looked back at the teacher, who looked young, 24 or [-], and nodded politely: "Hello, teacher."

The teacher looked at me very strangely, and she said: "Hey, why are you so thin and short, are you ten years old?"

"goodbye teacher."

I ran straight away, ran out of the office and rang the bell for the end of class. I went around and went back to class. When the little radish heads in the class saw me, they all focused their eyes.

I ran to the podium to see if I saw the notebook, so I went back to my seat and asked my deskmate directly: "Have you seen my notebook? The one that Teacher Zhang took away?"

"You... why are you back? Teacher Zhang just left..." The little girl at the same table saw me as if she had seen a ghost, her eyes widened in surprise.

I had no choice but to ask again patiently: "Benzi, have you seen?"

"Teacher Zhang took it in his hand and left." The deskmate returned this time.

As soon as I heard that, I had no choice but to run to the office, and bumped into Teacher Zhang who was walking out full of anger. This time he dragged me and asked the class teacher to go to the teaching office together.

The teacher in charge contacted Xia Chaobei and Lin Shuzhen again. PHS hadn't started yet, and ordinary people used landlines to contact them. They had landlines at home, but Xia Chaobei and Lin Shuzhen were no longer at home at this time, so of course the teacher in charge didn't get through. .

That teacher Zhang was berating my evil deeds to the dean, and the dean was flipping through my incriminating evidence—the book of writing novels.

I saw it very much and wanted to grab it, when there were two knocks on the door.

A young woman came in, and she leaned over to the dean and said a few words, and I recognized her as the young teacher who was talking to me in the office.