Along the way, stepping on the plastic runway of the campus, walking through the flower beds, and along the asphalt road where the teachers drove cars every day, Yang Feng's heart was very heavy, and the originally elegant and beautiful campus was covered with a layer of gray shadows. Obviously, the sunset is so gorgeous, dyeing the clouds in the sky red, the clouds are calming, but they are particularly dazzling in Yang Feng's heart, and the blood-orange sky seems to be the blood droplets in his heart falling on it, blooming with flowers with strange complexions.

Yang Feng's parents didn't say a word, and their serious looks made Yang Feng completely unable to guess what he was thinking. As a person who is about to become an adult, he is no longer a child, Yang Feng knows that he has made a mistake, making his parents lose face in front of others, and even more so under the arrogance of the head teacher, he has become so humble, it is useless to say anything at this time, but I don't know if my parents are standing on a united front with him. But how is that possible?

This picture is very similar to Yang Feng when he was a child in the sunset, his parents took him to walk in the long bazaar, the surrounding bustling is the sound of vendors, the fragrance of watermelon, apples, bananas, grapes stretches throughout the street, sweeter than that is the smile of his parents, that smile seems to bring him infinite courage, infinite sense of security, and Yang Feng looked at them with immature and firm eyes, and his heart was determined that the family would always be so happy ....... Jumping all the way to the direction of home, holding his mother's soft hand with one hand and his father's tough hand with the other, the family of three was happily together in the sun.

It's just that his parents no longer hold his hand, and the eyes that once brought him courage and security have become very cold, and the shouting along the street has become the noise of classmates on the playground.

Along the way, Yang Feng's parents didn't say a word. When he was about to reach the gate, Yang Feng's father stopped, slowly turned his body, and looked at Yang Feng with extremely complicated eyes.

"Smack-",

When his father came up, he slapped Yang Feng in the face, and the slap was so loud that even the surrounding onlookers stopped and watched, talking about something. Yang Feng covered his face with his hands, feeling like his face had been burned. With an aggrieved look on his face, he took a step back, bending his legs slightly, ready to dodge his father's second slap at any time. Looking at his parents, Yang Feng didn't understand his parents, and his parents didn't understand Yang Feng. Since he was a child, Yang Feng actually loved computers very much, but every time he sat in front of the computer, his parents always said, if you play with the computer every day, can you make money from it in the future?

But it can't be helped, who calls them parents. Who is the one who can get to school and support everything that is going to life?

Yang Feng glanced around, and his classmates were secretly watching in groups of three or five beside him, and the picture seemed to be a group of people laughing at him, accompanied by the jagged shadows of the trees in the sunset, as if the whole world was playing a comedy about him, and he was the most nonsensical tragedy in this comedy. Seeing this situation, Yang Feng felt even more faceless, so he had to lower his head, afraid that the people around him would see the tears in his eyes.

The night before, he skipped class in the afternoon to go to the Internet bar, and he didn't come back until the evening, which was a major mistake in management for the school. Because there is such a problem that can be put on the table for analysis, it also covers up the small problem of the head teacher as a teacher. Although the teacher suppressed this matter, Yang Feng's parents must have to pay some small price.

"Do you think that if you can get the first place in the first middle school and class now, and the top ten in the whole school year, you will definitely be able to be admitted to a very good university! I paid you 20,000 yuan a year for tuition, what did you give me!", Yang Feng's father asked sternly.

"But why don't you say that the head teacher is finding faults! I've worked very hard! I don't want to take the college entrance examination at all! I don't have to decide which university I want to go to!!", Yang Feng roared angrily, he had a stomach of grievances and ideals in his heart, and he couldn't tell it.

Yang Feng's father heard this, his blood rose, his face turned purple, and the green tendons were clearly visible on his forehead, "You rebel!", raised his right hand, ready to give Yang Feng another more violent slap.

"Almost, don't be like her anymore!", Yang Feng's mother said as she pressed her father's arm. The latter was even more excited: "Shut up! Don't mention her to me!", and his father turned away from looking at Yang Feng.

"Who ...... she?", a thought passed through Yang Feng's mind, and then quickly disappeared.

Yang Feng looked down at the ground, clenched his fists, tears rolling in his eyes. At this time, a blue dress came into view, and the girl wearing this dress patted Yang Feng's shoulder.

Yang Feng raised his head, it turned out to be Wang Ziling. She was carrying a kettle when she happened to pass by the water room at the school gate. Seeing that Yang Feng was slapped by his father, Wang Ziling stepped forward to relieve the siege and said, "The student union is looking for you and asking you to help record your grades." You're the fastest typing in the whole school, so why don't you come soon!", and there was some reproach in his tone. Yang Feng thought for a while: No, it seems that the student union has not done anything to him. It was also in an instant that Yang Feng understood that Wang Ziling was helping him out of the siege.

"Ahh Ah, the student union did come to me and asked me to help record the grades, how could I forget about this?", Yang Feng replied to his parents, as if he even believed it.

Yang Feng's father saw that Yang Feng was in trouble, so he said: "Just play smart with me! You're trying to me off to death!"

Wang Ziling, who was standing on the side, held the kettle in both hands, shook his head towards the teaching building, his long hair swept in front of Yang Feng's eyes, and motioned for Yang Feng to hurry over.

Without waiting to say goodbye to his parents, Yang Feng walked briskly towards the teaching building, the speed of the footsteps changed, as if he was struggling to escape from the center of the whirlpool, and the tears accumulated in his eyes also slipped down drop by drop with the rhythm of his steps, swaying on the playground along the road that Yang Feng had walked. As for Yang Feng, he didn't know that the bigger vortex was like a black hole, slowly approaching him, once it was swallowed, it would be a lifetime, and he would never be able to escape.