I thought it would be my most humiliating time in the office, but I didn't expect that the real storm would come when I got home at night, and my mother sat on the sofa with a calm face.

As soon as I put down my bag, I heard a scolding in my ears.

"You kneel for me!"

My head was a little dazed, I didn't know which play my mother was singing today, but I didn't dare to go against her will.

The moment I knelt down, my mother took out a feather duster from behind me, walked up to me in three steps and two steps, and greeted me directly with the feather duster.

"I think you're really good at it, I paid you to go to school, not to let you copy other people's homework!"

"If it weren't for your homeroom teacher who specially called, I wouldn't have known that you were so embarrassed to me at school, and if I knew this, I shouldn't have let you come to the city to study in high school in the first place!"

Pain and those mean words bombarded my ears, and my tears fell uncontrollably.

I am indeed aggrieved.

I was angry with the teacher at school and couldn't defend myself, but when I returned home, I was beaten indiscriminately by my mother, and this grievance really hurt my heart.

But my mother didn't feel the slightest heartache when she saw my tears, but was still a little angry, "You still have the face to cry?"

"I don't want to feed the pigs for the money I provide for you to go to school, at least you can sell it for a good price after slaughtering it in the second year, what about you, you are out of school and disgrace me, what else are you doing?"

I wanted to explain, but she didn't give me a chance to speak at all.

Tears fell to the ground, and Uncle Zheng, who was originally resting in the room, was also shocked by this big battle.

"What's going on?"

Uncle Zheng looked at me who was kneeling on the ground, pulled my mother aside and spoke, "The children are older now, you have to save some face for them even if they are educated, how can you ......?"

"That dead girl doesn't study well, she actually copied other people's homework at school, and she didn't repent when she got home!"

"Do you know your own children themselves?"

“……”

Because of my mother's scolding just now, my ears kept ringing, so I didn't hear the conversation between the two of them too clearly, only knowing that Uncle Zheng had been helping me talk.

It was precisely because of his appearance that my mother dropped the feather duster in her hand and reluctantly let me go.

The way she hit me just now, I even wondered a few times if she wanted to kill me directly, and saved me from having to take my oil bottle with me wherever I went.

I hid in the room alone and cried, full of grievances but nowhere to vent, and then thought of the scene in the classroom during the day.

Instantly I felt like I was being abandoned by the whole world.

As night fell, I was tired of crying and was about to take my pajamas to take a shower outside, when I heard a knock on the door.

"Juanzi, have you slept?"

I touched the tears on my face that had dried, adjusted the expression on my face and opened the door, "Uncle Zheng." ”

"Mind if I go in and sit down for a while?"

After all, this is someone's home, and what reason do I, an outsider, have to say that I can't?

Uncle Zheng saw the paper I put on the desk, looked at me gently and asked, "Is there any misunderstanding between you and the teacher that you didn't make it clear in time, I don't think you are like a child who can copy other people's homework, and your mother is really ......."

Before he could finish his words, the tears I had just restrained fell uncontrollably again.

Even a person who has been with me for less than half a year is willing to believe me, but as a mother who gave birth to me and raised me, she gave me a beating without saying a word, and my feelings are even more inexplicably complicated.

I began to envy Zheng Xinguang again, envying him for having such a good father.

Uncle Zheng couldn't stop his tears when he looked at me, and he hurriedly reached out to help me wipe my tears, "Good boy, don't cry! Uncle knows that you may have been wronged just now." ”

"But your mother's temper is also that temper, and you can't really care about her, and you are in harmony with mother and daughter. ”

From beginning to end, Uncle Zheng did not accuse me, but kept persuading me to comfort me, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were vented at this time, and I hugged him and cried.

Uncle Zheng gently patted my shoulder, but inadvertently touched my buttocks and seemed to pinch it.

I shuddered and ducked, only to think that he had accidentally touched it, and did not pay much attention to it.

After my emotions gradually calmed down, I sobbed and began to tell him what happened at school today, "I didn't copy her homework at all, she wronged me." ”

"Where's the teacher?" asked Uncle Zheng gently.

"The teacher never wanted to see me since he knew that I was from the village, so he didn't listen to me explain why I didn't do anything wrong, but he made me bear the consequences. ”

Uncle Zheng didn't give me a clear answer to this question at the time, but later, as I crawled around the society, I realized a truth on my own.

In fact, in this world, the dividing line between right and wrong is not so obvious, just like it is a truth that history books are always written by victors.

If you are weak, then everything you do is wrong.

Right is also wrong, and wrong is wrong.

I was born in a rural area and has no family background, but the teachers are all human beings, so it is natural to prefer those children with excellent grades and superior families.

Naturally, the attitude towards me was perfunctory.

It's just that what makes me most uncomfortable is not the teacher's differential treatment, but my mother's attitude towards this matter.

That day, Uncle Zheng comforted me for a long time.

It wasn't until I had fallen asleep that he cautiously left my room, and in the dimness I heard their conversation.

"How's Juanzi?"

"You hit the child too hard just now, I just saw that the child's arms are red, you are really ......"

"Is it serious? Do you need to rub some medicine?"

"Don't you look at what time it is, the children are asleep now, and if there is anything, let's wait until tomorrow morning. ”

“……”

I don't know if it's a dream or not, but I can clearly feel my mother's worry about me and the eagerness in her words, and the resentment in my heart towards her seems to have dissipated a little bit.

The next morning, I was woken up by the alarm clock, I folded the quilt, changed my clothes and went out for breakfast.

Because of yesterday's incident, all my actions have been cautious, trying not to make a noise as much as possible, for fear that I will be scolded by my mother again.

"Wake up, come and eat. ”

I smelled the aroma of rice, it was the soy milk fritters I liked to eat, and I was a little surprised, this was the first time since my mother took me to live in Zheng's house that I bought breakfast according to my preferences.

"I ......"

"What, don't you like to eat?" my mother asked me with a stiff smile when she noticed my desire to speak.

I shook my head, feeling that my mom was a little different today.

Maybe it's because she's too different today, and when I was about to go to school, I pulled the corner of my mother's clothes and explained in a whisper, "I didn't copy other people's homework." ”

"Mom believes in you. ”

It was these four simple words that healed my mood for the day, and I inexplicably felt that there was hope for life.