damaged

Zhou Zhou didn't know why, Zhang Ailin was always like this.

Every time, no matter what kind of communication the two have had before, the next time they see each other, the indifference in her eyes is as if the two have never met before.

Ever since they read the textbook together that day, Zhang Ailin has not been to class.

When Zhou Zhou was sitting alone in the classroom, she couldn't help recalling the scene before the two separated.I am always worried that I am not doing well.

Meng Wenjun has already purchased textbooks for Zhang Ailin, and they are neatly arranged on the small bookshelf under the desk.

She bowed her head and flipped through the pages of her own book, and no longer shared a book with Zhou Zhou, and the two of them had no chance to communicate.

Hiding in the room for the past two days, I spent less time waking up and more time sleeping in a state of life and death.

Painful when awake, relaxed when asleep.

Being dragged to school suddenly by Meng Wenjun, my body has not adapted to some extent.Most of what the teacher said in class Zhang Ailin hadn't heard, and she was drowsy.

Suddenly, Zhang Ailin felt someone pulling the corner of her clothes.

With sleepy eyes down, looking at the people around him, he suddenly remembered that he had a deskmate.

It's called porridge.

The little girl looked at her eagerly, with a look on her face that seemed to convey some message.

"Huh?" Zhang Ailin hummed a question in her nasal cavity.

Zhou Zhou raised his arms on the desk, stared straight ahead without squinting, pointed his hand quietly, and said in a low voice: "Teacher."

Zhang Ailin followed Zhou Zhou's finger and looked at the glass of the classroom.

He met Wang Bing's furious eyes.

Wang Bing folded his hands, his back was behind his back, his belly was straight, and he looked towards the classroom. His eyes were covered by the frosted glass at the bottom, only half of his head was exposed, and a section of his hair stood up straight.

Somewhat funny.

Unable to hold back, Zhang Ailin pouted and laughed out loud.

This laughter attracted the teacher's attention on the podium.

Mo Chang stopped the lecture, put the book on the podium, pushed his glasses, looked at Zhang Ailin, and asked, "Student, what are you laughing at?"

Zhang Ailin's smile hadn't come back yet, she was smiling while reading with her head down, and she didn't hear Mo Chang's question on the podium at all.

"The student sitting in the back row?" Mo Chang raised his voice.

Wang Bing could hear clearly through the glass, sweating in his hands.

In order to ask this veteran Chinese teacher on the podium to substitute for the class, I spent a lot of energy.If you can't be divided into shifts, let this old man experience what it means to be unable to support the wall with mud.

"Zhang Ailin!!"

No matter how anxious Wang Bing was and how much he yelled, Zhang Ailin's ears and eyes were like a wall of bricks and tiles, which was airtight, and no stranger's words could be poured in.

The whole class looked back at Zhang Ailin, but she still kept her head down, reading the words in the book.

A sentence from Lu Xun is printed on it: Tragedy is to destroy beautiful things for others to see.

"The female classmate sitting in the last row who is wearing a white dress and ponytail and is reading with her head down?" Mo Chang pushed his glasses and said so again.

Zhou Zhou felt anxious, but Zhang Ailin couldn't hear it.

Zhou Zhou touched her with his elbow and reminded in a low voice, "The teacher is calling you."

Only then did Zhang Ailin come to her senses, glanced at Zhou Zhou, and looked up to see an old man with a serious face standing on the podium.The eyes of the whole class are all looking in this direction.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Ailin blurted out.

Wang Bing, who was standing at the door, couldn't hold back his anger. He quietly opened a gap in the window and shouted into the classroom, "Zhang Ailin, stand up and answer!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Mo Chang on the podium again, with a look of shame on his face, and then closed the window casually, not forgetting to give Zhang Ailin a hard look.

Zhang Ailin stood up slowly.

With his hands behind his back, Mo Chang walked down from the podium and walked to her side.Everyone thought it would be a reprimand.It was indeed a good show for old man Mo to face the little devil.

Unexpectedly, Mo Chang walked up to Zhang Ailin and looked down at the page of the book Zhang Ailin was reading.

Mo Chang asked her, "What do you think is tragedy?"

Zhang Ailin didn't expect that within a few days of being divided into classes, she didn't expect that she could still participate in the traditional and ancient teaching project of teacher-student question and answer, and she felt a little embarrassed standing up.

She lowered her head and stumbled to read the words on the page: "Tragedy, is, destroying, beautiful, things, giving, showing to others."

There were two or three smiles on Zhou Zhou's face.

This reads like someone who just entered elementary school.

After speaking, Zhang Ailin raised her eyes and met Mo Chang's eyes.

Suddenly there was a little bit of panic.

Mo Chang looked straight into Zhang Ailin's eyes.Zhang Ailin felt that she was going to be involved.Bottomless.

"Okay, this is Lu Xun's idea, what about yours?" Mo Chang asked.

Zhang Ailin paused and said, "I don't have any ideas."

"Don't you have any idea about all the injustice and resentment you've endured?"

Zhang Ailin suddenly felt that she was clearly seen by the short old man standing in front of her.

She lowered her eyes, did not look into Mo Chang's eyes, and said nothing.

After a moment of silence, Mo Chang signaled her to sit down, walked back to the podium, pushed his glasses, coughed twice, and said, "What is tragedy? In my personal opinion, everything in the world can be regarded as Tragedy. Unhappy things can of course be regarded as tragedies; happy things can also be regarded as tragedies. Let me give some inappropriate examples. It’s like an old lady, the whole family is celebrating her today The [-]th birthday, this is a happy thing. But I didn't expect that she will die tomorrow. Knowing the ending, when we look back at the old lady's birthday, it will be a tragedy."

"From the perspective of results, look at the causal relationship, and give him a name, it is simply called a tragedy. Isn't this kind of behavior itself a tragedy? Today we will not talk about those too many things.

As far as the tragedy itself is concerned, I think so, whether it is sad or happy, there is no good or bad in itself, but our emotions can be good or bad.

For example, the son of the old lady was overjoyed because of the death of the old lady, and this was undoubtedly a great thing for him. "

"We are all small people. Most of us can't completely get rid of our emotions in our lives. I don't think it matters what is a tragedy for us. What is important? It's when emotions make us fall apart. , someone gritted their teeth and rebuilt in the broken. I call this eternal greatness."

Coincidentally, the bell for the end of get out of class rang, and Mo Chang tidied up his textbooks and walked out of the classroom.

Wang Bing was waiting at the door of the classroom. As soon as Mo Chang came out, Wang Bing smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher Mo."

Mo Chang wanted to squeeze out a smile on his face to look gentler, but it had the opposite effect, making Wang Bing a little scared.

"The one just now is Zhang Ailin, right?" Mo Chang asked.

Wang Bing nodded hurriedly, and said, "It's her. You can do whatever you want, No. 1 for mischief."

Mo Chang pushed his glasses and said:

"There is something in that child's eyes."

Hearing Mo Chang's words, Wang Bing felt more or less confident.

It seemed that Mo Chang didn't hate Zhang Ailin, which almost made Wang Bing tearfully grateful.

All the teachers who have been in contact with Zhang Ailin, except Wang Bing himself, have no good words to post to Zhang Ailin.

When Mo Chang said that, Wang Bing was naturally happy.

"Oh yes, what's her Chinese score?" Mo Chang asked.

This question made Wang Bing's heart tense again, and this was the reason why he did not give the report card to Mo Chang for a long time.

He said shyly, "Thirty...or forty...?"

"Didn't study hard enough."

Wang Bing recalled the exam. He sat next to Zhang Ailin, forced Zhang Ailin to fill in every blank on the test paper, and said, "It seems...it seems to be quite attentive."

"...Is she not very good at knowing Chinese characters?" Mo Chang involuntarily threw his hands back.

Wang Bing also put his hands back, looked at Zhang Ailin in the classroom through the window, sighed, and said, "We don't know either."

In the classroom, Zhang Ailin was lying firmly on the table, as if she was glued to it.

When the get out of class bell rang, I went to bed on time.

Zhou Zhou didn't know what to say when he saw Zhang Ailin pressing her elbows on his homework.

I want to take it, but I dare not.

"Forget it, let's talk about it in the next class."

So, Zhou Zhou just waited for Zhang Ailin, and she didn't raise her head for the whole two classes.Wang Bing simply did not come.

There was really no way, Zhou Zhou patted the sleeping Zhang Ailin on the shoulder lightly, trying to wake her up.

"Zhang Ailin?"

I don't know how many times Zhou Zhou yelled at the end, Zhang Ailin finally slowly opened her eyes, leaned her head on her arms sideways, looked at Zhou Zhou sleepily, and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

Seen by Zhang Ailin suddenly, Zhou Zhou quickly lowered his eyes, pointed to the homework book under Zhang Ailin's body, and said, "Can you please lift your arm? My homework book is being held down by you."

Zhang Ailin propped herself up with both hands, raised her left arm, picked up the yellow hardcover book with her right hand, handed it over, and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay, I accidentally put the notebook over there." Zhou Zhou said quickly.

"Hmm." Zhang Ailin hummed softly.

Zhou Zhou didn't expect Zhang Ailin to respond like this.How can anyone respond to polite remarks?

Zhang Ailin couldn't tell what to say, since Zhou Zhou said that, she agreed.

"Why haven't you come to class these days?" Zhou Zhou asked.

"Sleeping at home." Zhang Ailin replied.

"Aren't you feeling well?"

"No..." Zhang Ailin frowned. Such repeated inquiries made her a little disgusted. She propped herself up with her left arm close to Zhou Zhou's side, and her body leaned slightly along the way.

The bracelet with Jiangman's name on Zhang Ailin's wrist fell into Zhou Zhou's eyes.