"Mr. Guo, take this essay and take a look. ”

"What's wrong?"

Guo Qu was still a little confused, as soon as he came to the school on Monday morning, he met the principal, who taught Chinese, the language of the top class.

Guo went to take the volume, flipped to the composition side, and looked at it seriously:

"I don't know when I started to dislike studying, but then I thought about it, and it was probably when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school.

One morning in the fourth grade, my parents, who had been away from work, came back and found me in the classroom, called me outside, and told me that my grandmother had passed away.

At that time, my mind was confused, for me, my grandmother was still the same grandmother who always gave me money behind my uncle's back every time I went to her house to play and when I wanted to go home.

That's the most money I've gotten in recent years, ten yuan each time, and my grandmother gave it for five or six years, which adds up to fifty or sixty.

This money may be pitiful to others, but for me, it is a lot.

My parents went out to work, I was next to my grandparents, and my grandfather didn't care about the accounts, so my grandmother was responsible for everything, and every day I rushed to the scene, I could get five cents, and then take it to buy a pack of Master Kong's instant noodles, and then take it to the third uncle's house to soak and eat.

I am so short of money, when I meet the ten yuan given by my grandmother, I will never forget the excitement, that excitement.

To be honest, every time I go to my grandmother's house, what I desire most is the money my grandmother gave me when I left.

At this time, I will not refuse politely, I will not pretend not to want, because I am poor, so poor that when I see my grandmother giving money, I will immediately take it.

Then, under my grandmother's gaze, I embarked on a mountain road of more than ten miles and went home alone.

I was bouncing on the road, and the ten dollars I was holding in my hand were wet, because my hands were sweating with joy.

It wasn't until I was in fourth grade that my grandmother passed away, and it happened to be Friday, so I was able to go to my grandmother's house on Saturday and Sunday.

I remember standing in the hall of my grandmother's house, standing there looking at my grandmother lying on the door panel, she didn't move, and I didn't move.

Then I remembered my grandmother's advice when she gave me money, and she said: Put it in your pocket, don't lose it, and use it to buy breakfast when you go to school.

In the past, I never paid attention to my grandmother except for money, and I didn't notice that my grandmother's emaciated body was getting worse year by year.

I cried, but I was afraid that people would laugh at me, so I didn't cry, but the tears couldn't stop flowing, and when I found out that someone was looking at me, I hurriedly wiped my tears and pretended not to cry.

My grandmother was lying on the right side of the hall with paper money on her face, but I was afraid that people would say about me, so I didn't dare to open the paper and didn't look at her face again.

On Sunday, I was forcibly sent home by my father, and then classes started on Monday.

I counted the days, and the days passed so slowly, Friday was the day my grandmother went up the mountain.

My parents came back on Wednesday, and they were going to call the villagers to go to the banquet together, so that was my chance.

When I came home at noon that day, I saw my mother who was crying and red-eyed, and I told her that I was going to see my grandmother and that I was going to kowtow to her.

The mother agreed, however, the father refused.

In this family, the father is in charge.

I was left behind, and I spent the day in a daze, and on Thursday afternoon, when my parents were on the road to my grandmother's house, I saw them on the bus through the school window, and I saw several wreaths, and my tears began to fall, and that day, I was lying in the classroom for a day.

On Friday, I really didn't want to go to class, but I was afraid, so I went.

In the morning, it is the time for my grandmother to go up the mountain, and it is the time for relatives to see her for the last time.

I, on the other hand, sat in the classroom and couldn't see anything.

At this time, in my mind, my grandmother's voice seemed to appear again, she said: Put the money away, go back to school, and then take it out for breakfast.

I cried, I cried silently.

I looked at the textbook wet with tears, and I wanted to tear it up.

What's the use of reading? I can't even see my grandmother for the last time, so it's better not to read.

But I'm afraid, I'm afraid of my dad.

I've been afraid of him since I was a child, and every time I see him, I'm afraid, and if he yells, I'll cry.

As for the reason, I don't remember exactly, but I heard my mother say it:

It was when I was two years old, I was very muddy, and I kept crying, and my father was tired of hearing it, so he locked me in the cabinet, which is a cabinet for clothes, and the space was very small, and I was locked in it, crying all the time, and it was dark there, and the only light was a little light that came through the crack in the door.

Later, I was tired of crying, I fell asleep crying, and I didn't see him open the door, and by the time he reacted, it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon.

In other words, I was locked up in a standing cabinet for more than five hours, and I kept crying, crying until I fell asleep, and then I woke up again, and when I woke up, I found that it was dark around me, and I started crying again, and I fell asleep, and I cried, and I cried, and I cried......

Perhaps, I was afraid of him from that time, although I didn't have any impression at all, I was afraid of him, I was afraid of him in this world, I was afraid of seeing him, so I never dared to disobey him.

I don't know if one day, I will choose to run away from home, because I am afraid, because I can only feel the world and feel that I am alive when I leave my father. ”

Guo went to close the volume and frowned, this student wrote here, but it was far more than five or six hundred words, and he used an extra chapter of Chinese homework paper to finish it.

Guo Qu doesn't teach Chinese, so he doesn't know if this is a good composition, but he sees another problem.

This student is mentally abnormal, he is afraid of his father!

"Teacher Guo, this is an essay written by a student in your class, and I gave it forty-five points. The headmaster said.

"He's doing pretty well. Guo Qu remembered that this student, named Huang Liang, had good grades, but said in the article that he didn't want to study, so there was only one reason, that is, he was really afraid of his father!

"This kind of student, I think it's better to invite his parents to come, try to change the student's opinion of the parents, if not, I think...... It's better to transfer him to a regular class, or even expel him. ”

Guo Qu was silent, and then vetoed, "Since he can be admitted to this class, it is fate, people are still studying, I can't let him go for no reason." ”

Since Huang Liang is his student, he has to be responsible and take good care of him.

"Teacher Mu, don't tell anyone about Huang Liang, just you and me, I'll contact his father immediately. ”

Back in the office, Guo went to take out a notepad, which had the contact information of all the parents of all the students in the class, and after finding the phone number of Huang Liang's father, Guo went to immediately dial it.

"Hey, is it Huang Liang's father? I'm his homeroom teacher, I want to invite you to come over for a while, yes, something, it's very important, it's best for you to come in person." ”

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