As the day got brighter, the old lady who sold fritters came out of the alley pushing the cart, and I cried to him for help as if I had seen a savior. I said the dog bit me. The old lady didn't hear it at first, and I repeated it once. The old lady began to scold, saying that the dogs are so bold now, and next time they find someone to kill the dog, even people dare to bite them. After three or five sentences, the dog's arrogance suddenly decreased a lot. I saw that the dog was not as fierce as it had been. I quickly wiped my tears, and now I didn't dare to continue running. I took a few steps forward and found that the dog was not following me, so I continued walking. After walking for about ten meters, I couldn't hold it anymore. While wiping her tears, she ran in the direction of the Internet café. Now that I think about it, I'm really grateful to that old woman.

When I arrived at the Internet café, I tried to control my emotions so that no one would notice that I had cried. My classmates asked me why I came at this time, and I told them that I overslept today. They didn't doubt it too much. But at this time, I had a dull pain in my thigh, and I asked them if they had ever been bitten by a dog before. They said no, but one of my classmates told me that one of his relatives had been bitten by a dog and had gone crazy and died.

Hearing this, I began to be frightened in my heart, and Baidu took a look. I vaguely remember rabies and all kinds of hazards. I thought, this is over, only a showdown. Told the teacher. But I was too embarrassed to tell the teacher, so I had to go through the mouths of my classmates. When I went back to class, I found a girl with a big mouth and told her that I was bitten by a dog. She didn't disappoint me, and in a blink of an eye the whole class knew that I had been bitten by a dog. As soon as the head teacher entered the door, a group of people shouted, "Teacher, teacher, Wang Rui was bitten by a dog." "I told the head teacher that I naturally couldn't confess that I was bitten by a dog on the way to the Internet, but I only said that I went out for breakfast in the morning, saw a few dogs, barked at them twice, and then I was bitten. The head teacher thought it was incredible, but she didn't suspect me, she examined my wounds, and there were some bruises on my thighs. Later, the matter was simple, call the parents, go to the hospital, and get vaccinated. It's just that they will never know the real reason why I was bitten by a dog.

Due to my poor grades, I was not admitted to my sister's key middle school, but went directly to the middle school in the town. So after I went to junior high school, I basically knew everyone, and there were no transfer students. With the failure of elementary school, my dad simply stopped entrusting me to the teacher and contacted the owner of the fast food restaurant in the town directly. Tell him, this is my son, and you will eat lunch and dinner at your place in the future, and you can keep the account. The boss and my dad are also quite familiar, so I ate fast food for three years in junior high school, at that time everyone envied me for eating fast food every day, but I was super envious of them for eating home-cooked food every day, I have a few good friends, whenever I go to their house to eat, I always take advantage of their parents not paying attention, serve an extra bowl of rice. Originally, I was a very picky eater, but after eating fast food for three years, I was no longer a picky eater, I ate everything, and I loved everything. As long as it's home-cooked, I'll be able to eat it to my stomach.

In the middle school in the town, I was the well-known rich second generation in the whole school, and everyone knew that my family was very rich. I don't know how they passed it on, I just took a dozen of my classmates home to play. They all said that my family was rich. I realized that not everyone is like me, with two apartments and two cars at home. In addition, my father had a successful career in those years, and I felt that my development from a small village with 108,000 lines to the current situation was all the result of his hard work. It swelled up for a while, and he also likes to brag in front of the teacher, in his opinion, a few thousand yuan is a matter of a few friends coming out for a meal. What impressed me was that in the winter, my dad would take me, my sister and my junior high school homeroom teacher every Saturday to the bathing center to take a bath and spend money in the leisure area. Once, when a person in the school had leukemia, the school organized donations, and each student donated five or ten yuan. As soon as I told my dad, he gave me 1,000 yuan directly. For this, I was also commended and received a certificate of merit on stage.

Although my family was well-off in the town, my father was always stingy with me and never gave me any big money. I was only given 50 yuan a week for breakfast, which was far from enough for me at that time. Go online, buy cigarettes, chase girls. Everything costs money. I had no choice but to go back to my old job. While his father was sleeping, he opened his wallet and smoked two sheets of Grandpa Mao to come out in style. I've done this kind of thing a lot, and I've never been caught. But sometimes, my father didn't have that big stack of hairy grandpas in his wallet, and I had to go through the golden pigs in his closet. As time passed, the golden pig became lighter and lighter, and my father began to doubt me. One day before going to bed, our father and son had a rare meeting, and he asked me if I knew how the money in the golden pig was less, and I said I didn't. He said, "You or your sister took it." I said my sister took it. My sister wasn't at home at the time, so I had to push it on her, otherwise I would have been beaten up. As a result, my sister came back from school on Friday, and my father asked my sister again, but my sister didn't know about it, so I had no choice but to recruit. Now it's all right. A set of combination punches came down and knelt on the ground all night. My father said, "Whoever steals will have his hands and feet broken." He's going to break my hands and feet. I was filled with remorse. I knelt for 24 hours that time, and my father was not at home, and I didn't dare to get up. You can only change your position slightly, and your left and right feet take turns applying force to relieve the pain. I listened to the old man downstairs telling the neighbor that the child was disobedient, and I beat him all night last night and knelt for a day. I have a grudge against him. Why? Is this something worth saying out loud? In those years, I basically had to get beaten twice a year and eat two loud slaps. Every time, I was determined to change with a heart of remorse. I thought, when you're old, see if I beat you or not!

The rebellion against my father began from that incident. He has a lot of lovers, which my sister and I know very well. He has a lover who lives next door to our house, an aunt who works in a bank. It's young and beautiful. He could have laughed with that auntie a minute ago and slapped me a minute later. It disgusted me, and I admitted, I should have beaten it. But none of my classmates would beat up their own children and show off outside. Regardless of the child's self-esteem, inner feelings. But I don't care anymore, because my precocious mind doesn't care if there is such a father or not.

We in middle school gradually got out of the era of killing Matt, at that time PHS had been eliminated, and everyone used a machine with a button and touch screen, and the Symbian system. Mainly Nokia, Motorola-based. I fell in love with music and liked to listen to the songs of Xu Song, Wang Sulong, and Xu Liang. I like to read novels, and I will dig a hole in the table and put my phone in the table to read. Women look at romance, men look at the underworld. Every night, everyone will turn the volume of their mobile phones to the maximum, walk on the road, hum a little song, and feel that they have no regrets about their youth.

However, the teachers in the middle school have realized that they are starting to manage their phones. Everyone is secretly playing and hiding. Some teachers are more daring in their lessons, while others are less daring in their lessons. It's not uncommon for people to be caught staring at the table all the time, or pouting and putting their phone under their butt to read a novel. Once discovered, it will be confiscated. Everyone plays carefully, maybe the head teacher will watch your little movements at the back door. I remember one time when the homeroom teacher was in a math class, suddenly a vibration sound came from a corner. None of them admitted that the phone was his. The head teacher said that since this was the case, she would be searched, and after school that day, everyone let her touch her pockets before leaving. When everyone was gone, she checked everyone's drawers one by one. As a result, there is naturally no gain, the road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high. Since you're going to invade our privacy, we're going to have to hide it deeper. That day, I hid my female classmate's phone in my crotch and transported it safely.