Relationships at Confucius Primary School were complicated, and I learned the reason for this many years later.

Mr. Kong at Confucius Primary School, who is in his 50s, is a private teacher, and his younger brother is the director of the district education bureau. Because of this special reason, he has a lot of say in this school, and everyone is in awe of him.

With such a teacher here, the difficulty of Dad's management work can be imagined.

Dad was doing his career at that time, he was strong, he wanted to do everything to the extreme, and his busyness and hard work were the norm. He is also an upright person, who will not show favoritism to anyone, and will not hesitate to praise those teachers who have made outstanding contributions to their work, and will do his best to create conditions; Although the teaching quality of Confucius Primary School has set a good record in the district year after year, the school's interpersonal relations are a little tense, and those who do not work find fault with their work;

None of this affects my happy life. After school, I still went to the nearby village to play with my classmates, and I would definitely come back on time when it got dark, and I didn't want my dad to worry about me. My dad never came to me, he was busy with meetings and teaching innovations. I'm used to going back to my father's office alone, and I'm used to going to sleep alone. Sometimes it's dark and rainy, my dad goes out for a meeting, and I don't come home late at night, and I will be very worried about my dad, sometimes I am scared, and I fall asleep while waiting under the quilt.

At that time I was like a mad girl, I never walked well, I was always jumping and jumping, and sometimes I would take off the key that hung around my neck and drag the rope and swing it in my hand as if I was a stubborn master.

One winter evening, I came back from a nearby village and squeezed in sideways through a gap in the middle of the school gate. I took off the key rope and jumped back to my father's office, the key rope was dangling and wrapping around my right index finger, and when I jumped to the door, I was dumbfounded, only the rope was wrapped around my fingers, and the key was gone. I hurriedly walked back to look for the distance from the office to the school gate, and I searched back and forth many times until I was out of sight and the key had not been found. I drooped my head and dangled in front of the door, and a teacher came to fetch water and asked, and I said depressedly that I had lost the key, and the teacher would say look for it, and then hesitated and walked away.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and I already felt cold and numb on my toes, but there was no sign of my father who was out for a meeting. I wanted to go to the teacher's office for a while, but I had to give up without the teacher inviting me.

The wind was blowing, and through the window, I could see the red light of the electric mattress on the bed flickering, red, very warm.

I was so cold, I stamped my feet and walked around the window, and a bold idea came to my mind.

I found half a brick on campus, walked to the window, and thought a lot of what I should start with. The window is divided into two parts, the lower part is a series of three panes, inlaid with glass, the upper part is flanked by sashes on the left and right, and the middle is vertically fixed with three panes. I lifted the brick and smashed it down on the glass of the leftmost pane on the ground floor, only to hear a thud and the glass shattered. After removing the glass ballast stuck in the window frame with my hands, I found a few bricks to put under my feet, stepped on the bricks, supported my hands on the edge of the bed, and pressed my toes hard, and with both hands, my body was propped up, and my right leg took advantage of the momentum to put it on the edge of the bed. This set of movements is done in one go, which is not difficult for me to climb trees as fast as a monkey. Standing on the window edge, I grabbed the window frame, leaned up, let my legs in, and then slid my body in, and I managed to get into the office. I felt a little pain in my face when I got in. When I looked in the mirror, I found that the glass ballast was scratched by the leftover glass, and there were a few blood marks, which hurt a little, and the palm of my hand was also scratched a few times, which was very painful.

But I was so happy that I took off my coat and got into the warm bed. The feet that were numb from the cold were a little itchy in the warm quilt.

Maybe I was so tired that I was out there for a long time, and I fell asleep after a while.

I had a long dream that I had become a hero, wearing a red cloak and possessing peerless martial arts. There was a bully who was bullying a kid, and I rushed over and knocked him down with three punches and two kicks, and the onlookers were cheering me on. At this time, I felt that someone was wiping my face, it was hot, and I woke up and saw my father wiping my face with a hot towel. After wiping my face and disinfecting it with iodine near my wound, it hurt a little. After scrubbing, my father gently picked me up and carefully examined the wound on my palm to make sure there was no glass ballast before putting it down. He examined my arms and legs in great detail. Dad was afraid that there would be scratches that he hadn't found, and he was most afraid of residual glass slag. If left untreated, it will become infected.

I was so sleepy that I smiled at my dad and closed my eyes again and fell asleep.

When I closed my eyes, I saw that my father's eyes were red and his face was full of sadness, and he kept holding me like that, and it was so comfortable in his arms, and soon I fell asleep again and continued my heroic dream.

The next day, my father woke me up, gently wiped my face with a hot towel, and dragged me to the cafeteria to eat. Dad always had a blue face, and the teachers I met in the cafeteria deliberately avoided Dad, and the teachers who were at school yesterday were embarrassed to avoid the blood on my face when they saw the blood on my face.

I had to go back to the office to drink water between classes and find that the bricks I had built last night under the windowsill had been cleaned and the repairman was reinstalling the glass. After listening to the conversation between the master and my father outside the door, I probably understood my father's sadness.

The master muttered, "The teachers in this school are too ruthless!" When you come over to fetch water, you can't see a child standing at the window, isn't there a teacher who calls the child to the office to stay for a while? This is the child's fate, you look at how many broken glass ballasts are on the edge of the frame, if you don't get it right, something big will happen. Dad said: The child is too skinny, he lost the key, and he can't blame others. Dad asked the master how much this piece of glass was, and the master said 2 yuan.

Afterwards, Dad handed over two yuan to the finance, and the finance said that he didn't want anything, but Dad insisted on it, saying that this was the school's regulations and that damage to the school's property must be compensated.

Dad didn't criticize me or say anything to me about it. This incident is precipitated in my memory, and the more time passes, the more I think about it, I can't help but feel sad, and I especially sympathize with my father at that time.

This incident also caused a lot of waves among the teachers at school, and those teachers who stayed in the school and the teachers who did not help me vented their guilt to Teacher Kong.

This teacher Kong usually likes to point fingers at others, especially when the teacher does something for me, when he sees it, he will sneer and say that this teacher is a leader.

Mr. Kong's younger brother of the director of education, he was the one who went to school back then. He was naturally very kind to his brother, and his brother had great respect for him. Because of this reason, everyone is afraid of him. Under his verbal violence, everyone walked on thin ice.

After that incident, Mr. Kong was isolated by everyone for a long time, and the school was much cleaner.