Of course, only the classmates in their own class will be very tacit, the next class is said to be a child with a fever and then burned to meningitis, IQ is a little low, but not always a fool person, he likes to provoke right and wrong, may also be unintentional, after all, in the eyes of children, fools are fools, children's words, there are also the word cheap, when I drink water, he smiled and came to twist the faucet, at that time it was the middle of summer, and I just had a group of friends happy to dry mouth, such as drinking nectar, but so disappointed, I thought he was just joking, and kindly persuaded him not to make trouble, and then he was more indulgent, directly pressed the faucet, looked at me with a smile, I was anxious, I needed a mouthful of water to make my viscous mouth feel better, my parents told me to be a cultured person since I was a child, but I didn't understand what cultivation was, I asked him: "What are you going to do." ”

"No. He was still smiling at me, but in my eyes, his smile seemed to be laughing at me.

"Get out of the way. I ignored his smile and spoke to him without emotion.

"No, what can you do with me. He was still smiling at me.

The hot summer and his actions constantly stimulated every nerve affected by my viscous saliva, and his defiant smile made me, who had always maintained the image of a good student, clench my fists and wave them at others for the first time. Of course, their small group will not let him be bullied like this, so the first group fight in this calm school is actually because of me, who can't fight in the eyes of a teacher. It's normal for children to fight, but it's very abnormal for children to fight in groups, and in the teacher's words, the circumstances are very serious! I also "won" the first public punishment in this elementary school.

The head teacher firmly believes that a slap does not make a sound, and always thinks that it is my fault for doing it first, that is the first time I refute and contradict the teacher, and it is also the first time I refute and contradict my parents, and it is the first time I feel wronged. I replied to the head teacher's "why did you hit him" with "he provoked me first", but the head teacher's sentence "why did he provoke you and not others" made me speechless, because at that time I didn't know that there was a concept of "people are good at being bullied by others, and horses are good at being ridden by others". I'm conflicted, it's obviously not my fault, I think my mother who will be on my side will face me, and I think that teachers will be able to distinguish between right and wrong. I was wrong, I finally realized that I was wrong, because I knew I was wrong, I shouldn't have hoped that the teacher would understand why I was fighting, I shouldn't have hoped that my mother would not be as indiscriminate as the teacher, I admit that it was my fault to hit people, but the cause of the mistake was not me, why they couldn't listen to my explanation, why all my explanations were rejected by the teacher with a word that flies don't bite the egg, why the teacher would believe that a slap would not make a sound, why the teacher would think that he messed with me because I was the same kind of person as him, and then gradually I also knew that I was with the third type of students for a long timeThe privileges of the first type of students will always be deprived, because that is originally given to us by the people who classify us, and when they feel that we do not deserve it, they can ruthlessly deprive him, and that is also the first time I have seen clearly what fairness is, which is nothing more than a beautiful blueprint made up by injustice.

But after all, it was the first time I encountered such a thing, and afterwards I was the same as before, but my thoughts changed slightly, and I became at a loss again, am I really wrong, maybe I am really wrong, but the whole responsibility lies with me. I began to doubt myself, I became less confident, I lost the privilege of being a good student, I lost the trust of my mother, and no one wanted to believe what I said, because even I felt that I was no longer so good, and I felt that I was wrong even to breathe. In the same way, I no longer have any questions to ask the teacher I have always respected, nor do I feel sad about my parents who can be relied on, I have lost their trust in me, and they have lost my trust in me. But this is also my sad part, they never need my trust, all they need is a me who can listen to them, participate in various competitions, and get various rankings in exams.

But I didn't have time to blame myself anymore, and on Friday afternoon, when we left school one class early, there were a few strange people at the school gate, their hair was a little red, some green, but their hairstyles were similar, very similar to the broom heads we cleaned in the cleaning area every day. The "mentally handicapped" who caused the "drinking incident" was also in their ranks, and because of the different hairstyles, I could find him too. When they noticed me looking at them, I quickly avoided their gaze, but I caught a glimpse of the "mentally retarded" pointing at me and saying something to the people around me, and they came towards me. I've never encountered this kind of thing, but I still instinctively started running, there were a lot of people at the school gate, and I didn't have time to think about where to run, anyway, it wasn't the school, I couldn't let the teachers know that I had this kind of thing.

But they still caught up with me with a heavy school bag, nothing else, they had long legs.

I was barricaded at the foot of the wall, and they surrounded me. "Mentally retarded" walked up to me and slapped me: "Aren't you quite capable of fighting, aren't you very arrogant, go on!" While saying, he continued to fan me wildly in the face, I could only feel that my face was already extremely hot, coincidentally, there were tiles on the mud house next to the foot of the wall, which I found when I was beaten to squat, I protected my head, and kept looking for the sharper one with my peripheral vision.

I picked up the tiles and swiped them on the face of the "mentally handicapped", his face instantly bled out, and the "traffic lights" next to him were stunned when they saw it, and they didn't move, and the "mentally handicapped" covered his face and shouted, crying. But I didn't have the ability to think at that time, I pressed him, he hunched over, I pierced his back with a tile, and an adult on the side said, "Don't fight, don't fight, it's all bleeding." "I still don't care about her, her obstruction makes me even angrier, she's the one who has been watching the play, and when I was slapped like crazy, she kept watching, why should I be stopped when I fought back. I ignored her words until someone called the school security guard and stopped me, not because of anything else, but because of the strength of the security guard.

The doctor said: "The back piercing is not deep, it is not big, and there is no need for stitches, but the cut on the cheekbone scratches the eye a little higher." ”

When my parents came, my mother was very angry, and when she saw me, she directly slapped me again, and my father stopped her and calmly asked me why I was fighting, I knew that he wanted to ask me why it caused such serious consequences, I never learned to lie, and told my father the whole timeline of the matter without adding any fuel and vinegar, and my father just said quietly:" If you take the initiative to fight in the future, if you win, I will beat you, if you can't win, don't go home, if you are beaten, if you don't fight back, I will still beat you, and if you can't win, go home and call me I will beat you even his father. ”

When we arrived at the homeroom teacher's office, the mentally handicapped had already bandaged and was already sitting there with his parents, as if they had already talked to my homeroom teacher. Because when we arrived, the head teacher asked my parents directly what they planned to do with it, and my father still calmly said that it was up to them to deal with it. The "mentally handicapped" mother seemed to be very angry, so she said that she would ask the school to call the police station, arrest me, and then lose money and let the school expel me.

After listening to this, Dad took out his mobile phone: "110, I'll help you call, how to deal with this matter and let the police solve it." ”

The head teacher hurriedly interjected: "Don't worry, two parents, children will not make trouble at the police station if they make mistakes, which is not good for the school and the children, let's see if we can discuss a compromise first." ”

After finishing speaking, he immediately looked at my father: "I also talked to their parents just now, I don't think this matter is as good as this, after all, Li Yang beat him so hard, you will reimburse his medical expenses, and then see how much money you lose, forget about this matter." Dad asked directly, "Why?"

The "mentally handicapped" father was in a hurry, patted the coffee table and pointed at me and said, "Why? Just because he injured my son, I can't just tell you that this matter can't be counted like this!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the head teacher felt that he interjected: "Don't worry, two parents, you see that after all, it was Li Yang who injured people, this matter is not right, and it is not right to lose money so hard." ”

Dad still said calmly: "Then don't you ask Li Yang why he beat him?" His calm did not have the slightest weakness, on the contrary, I think his majesty is far better than that of the "mentally handicapped" parents who have always flaunted their might.

When the homeroom teacher asked me, I kept my head down and remained silent, glancing at my father, who also responded to my gaze and nodded at me. I recounted the story again, but before I walked into the office I had already thought about what would happen when I started playing: the homeroom teacher would ask me why I didn't run back to school, and then he would say that even if I was beaten, I could tell the teacher and let the teacher take care of it...... And so on.

Sure enough, "Then why don't you run back to school, there are guards and teachers in the school, do they dare to beat you?" The head teacher's tone rose a few degrees.

With my father's support, I naturally spoke hard: "Run back to school and let you know, and then get a punishment?"

"Then you can tell the teacher afterwards and let the teacher take care of it. She didn't seem to be willing to let me be deflated, but she asked with little confidence.

"You dealt with the last time, so why did it happen today?" I said calmly, following my father's calm tone.

The "mentally handicapped" father felt that he had no sense of participation, so he slapped the table and stood up, pointing at me: "Anyway, it's not right to beat people, you can't teach you a lesson, I'll teach you a lesson." ”

Dad also stood up: "I will teach my son myself, if you dare to touch my son, your whole family will not go out of this door today." I haven't settled the account of your son beating my son" It's the first time I've seen my dad so domineering, and it's the first time I've seen my dad so angry. After Dad finished speaking, the phone rang, and he said "second-floor office" to the phone and hung up. After a while, my uncles and uncles pushed the door in, and after my father told the head teacher that it was my uncle and uncle, the head teacher didn't care, and then said, "Both parents calm down, let's discuss how to deal with this matter." ”