It's in such a terrible environment, but strangely enough, I like it very much.

Because there is no hypocrisy here, people who will intrigue over a little thing, and there is no stinginess, people who like to make small reports with teachers.

It seems that children at this stage have their own little space and little secrets, pretending that they have grown up, are no longer little hairy children, and will no longer rely on teachers and parents.

It's just that there are always girls who come to talk to me, and some of them even steal my books and notebooks, and if they want to, let me go to their class to find her to get them. When talking next to him, he suddenly got louder, and some even played poker with boys, and often said foul language, and secretly folded stars and roses and read books below when the teacher was not paying attention, and it didn't look like a girl at all, very annoying. Then I started to hate girls.

I think they are the most inexplicable and vexatious creatures in the world.

Obviously, they all showed that they hated them very much, but they still wanted to talk to me, they were so annoyed, yelled at them, told them to get out of the way, don't delay my study, their eyes were red, and they cried unexpectedly, and I was even more upset when I saw it, and the whole class looked at me with complicated eyes. It's as if I've done something heinous, stupid and ignorant.

Bai Luoluo will never be like this, because she will cry when she yells at her, but the more she yells at her, the thicker her skin becomes, how can she be like these women who dress up messily all day long, make a loud voice, and love to cry at every turn, it is really ugly and weird.

After a long time, I fought with someone again, and it was near the end of the second half of the second semester of junior high school.

At that time, there were not many shops selling things near the small rural area, and if you wanted to buy some good clothes, you had to go to the county to buy something.

In front of her mother, I naturally can't shirk it, after all, Aunt Wang treats me very well and basically treats me like my own son, so even if I don't want to, I promise to take her around, and bring her over to her mother later.

When I took her to the door of a beef pork ribs rice noodle, she suddenly stopped leaving, looked at the store, and asked me with a greedy face, "What does Qin Jianghao sell here?" ”

I turned sideways and secretly rummaged through the living expenses of this week in my pocket, there were still fifteen yuan, beef ribs and rice noodles were eight yuan a bowl, and there were seven yuan left, today was only Tuesday, three yuan a bowl of fried rice, two yuan for steamed buns, and it was okay to eat one meal and one bun a day, but I didn't have the money to take the car back.

It is five yuan to take the bus from the county back to the township. I'm afraid my mother will be worried when I'm late, and one bun a day should be okay.

took her in, ordered a bowl of beef pork ribs and rice noodles, and saw that she drank all the soup, and felt that the eight yuan was not spent in vain.

At her request, I took her to see our school, and after seeing that it was not too early, I sent her back to her mother to say goodbye to them. When she was about to leave, she took my hand and said, "Qin Jianghao, I can go to junior high school in a few months and a half, I have to study hard, I will definitely be promoted to your school, and I will treat you to delicious food when the time comes." ”

"Hmm. I nodded, then withdrew my hand somewhat uncomfortably, said goodbye to them again, and went back to school.

At that time, our school could not live on campus because the dormitory was too dilapidated for students to live in, and the school said that the renovation was far away. We all rent our own houses.

One of the boys we shared a house with was a very keen CF player, who often skipped school, stayed up late to play, and borrowed money from friends to play. Playing like a retarded person, he hasn't died suddenly and is tenacious enough.

When I changed my clothes, I took out the only seven yuan left in my bag and put it on the table, he just got up from sleep at that time, he slept for two hours, and was about to continue to play CF, when he saw the money I put on the table, he grabbed it and said let me lend it to him and pay me back next week.

I didn't borrow it, and then we got into a fight because of it, he didn't me, neither of us alarmed the teacher, but after school, he called a lot of people to stop me at the school gate.

At that time, once a student left the school, even if he stayed at the school gate and something happened, even if the security guard of the security department saw it, no one would care.

They first scolded me, and then they came up and started to fight, I started to fight with people since I was a child, no matter how many people there are, I will not be afraid, someone once scolded me for being a madman, because only when a madman fights with someone, I am as fearless as me, other people's fists do not know how to hide, face up, do not knock down the enemy one by one, will not know the pain and tiredness.

Actually, it's not that I'm really fearless, I'm also afraid of pain, I'm afraid that my mother will feel distressed when she sees my injuries, but what can I do? I am only one person, and if I don't protect myself, who can I rely on to protect me?

Moreover, even if I don't defend myself, others will not let me go.

After that time, I somehow had some younger brothers, including those who besieged me, I think they are not men, and if they lose, they should get back to the factory, so I am really despised.

However, there are a few younger brothers, and there is a lot less trouble, such as when no one easily troubles you or fights, there are a lot fewer injuries.

When I was in the third year of junior high school, I started to fight very little, because there was an extra pestering guy around me, and I was behind me like a fart all day long, and it was inconvenient to do anything.

I don't know if girls are the same as boys, as they grow older, their personalities will change, but they haven't been together often for two years, and she has become less nagging, and she has become less nagging, and she has become aware of what is appropriate, and she is not as cheeky as before.

In the past, when she really thought she was in trouble, the more she leaned towards you, and now she bowed her head and didn't say anything when she was a little more aggressive to her, and then turned away, even if sometimes I was duplicitous, she took it seriously. I should have been happy that she was self-aware, but for no reason I felt upset. Obviously, if you kill other girls away, you will feel relieved and solve the troubles of Yizhuangzhuang.

I was admitted to the first middle school in City C in high school, and it was even more difficult to see her and my mother, after all, it was a bigger city, and the security was naturally better than that of the small county in City A, and life began to be much more stable. It's just that the appearance of some people has ruined their original lives.

From elementary school, junior high school to high school, there are many essay topics or articles about the role of fathers, and most of the fathers written by others are very good, great, and amazing.

And my father ...... Oh, I have never read in a book about a father who made his father-in-law half dead, beat and insulted his wife every day behind closed doors, brought other strange women into the door, and then expelled his son and wife without giving them a penny.

I once knelt on the ground and begged him not to beat my mother and not to drive us away, but he didn't have any compassion or pity, let alone the slightest affection, and even kicked and beat me.

The images of the loving father and mother were shattered in my head one by one, and only the endless pain and hideous bloody images remained, which became a daily nightmare that sustained me in my determination to become stronger. No matter how much effort is put in.

The moment I returned to City C, I knew that we would meet unexpectedly one day, and such a scene did come true, but only I saw him, and he didn't see me.

That day, the brutal man brought his daughter to the school I attended. It's already the next semester, so she was transferred to another school, just transferred to our class, the reason for the transfer, I have heard someone quietly discuss it in private, saying that it was bullying classmates in other schools, and the matter is a bit big, even if it was suppressed by her deputy mayor's father, but because the whole school knew about it, I couldn't stand the strange eyes of others, so I transferred to another school.

The daughter of the deputy mayor, when no one knows about her filthy soul under her good-looking skin, what a dazzling existence?

Not to mention the students, even the teacher, is polite to her, which is the same treatment as a princess or a queen.

I was disdainful of her, thinking that as long as I studied hard, one day, I would oust that man from a position that did not belong to him, but that girl was going to provoke me.

I don't know what I've done to get her to notice, and I've been handing me love letters and stuffing snacks into my desk on my own initiative.

Absurd.

I admit that I am as despicable and shameless as that man, but whenever I see him come to school to hold a parent-teacher conference for her, or pick her up, the flame of hatred keeps growing upward, and it becomes a revenge that is about to come out.

I repeatedly expressed my dislike for her, but she seemed to have confidence in herself, and insisted that I be her boyfriend.

I was very angry when I saw the explanation. I think she's a crazy person, how can I have this relationship with her, and I will never let the daughter of a woman who stole my family be my future wife.

If I also let his daughter try the pain of abandonment, if I destroy his daughter...... Will he regret what he did to our mother and son?

But when he left the computer room, the anger and disgust suddenly subsided, because a terrible thought came to his mind, how would that person react if he knew that his daughter was with someone he hated?

At the beginning, I didn't know what the hell this was, but when I took a computer class, I took a Baidu look: due to the development of free love, the concept of boyfriend in people's hearts has also developed from a single boy friend to a synonym for the object before being a "husband". Most people's understanding of "boyfriend" is "he is the guy you are in a relationship with......