A few days ago, I heard from the teacher that I had to change my seat. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sure enough, when I was studying in the morning, the teacher came in with the list, and everyone didn't study, listening to his registration list, and then they each began to move books and benches. The desk can't be moved, but the bench can. Some people feel that the bench they sit on is more comfortable, and they will move the stool wherever they move their buttocks.

I remember a classmate who was in six years of elementary school, and the bench under his ass followed him for six years. When I was in junior high school, I was heartbroken, and I cried so hard that I hugged the bench.

I was assigned to the same table as my cousin, who was the son of my uncle's family, a year older than me, and we were at the same table in the first grade of my last life, and then he was promoted to the second grade, and I was left one level in the first grade because I didn't study in the nursery class.

Speaking of my cousin, it's naughty, my aunt is very doting, and there is a younger sister at home. When I was in elementary school, I never passed the entrance exam. When he arrived in junior high school, he continued to maintain the fine tradition, and the other two comrades in the same class in the village took charge of the top three in each grade in the three years of junior high school.

In his last life, one of his classmates told me: Since I met your cousin, I have never been beaten by my father because of my grades.

Yale Aria, the true God.

Although I have only been at the same table with him for a year, the impact has been far-reaching. I didn't like him much until I was growing up. The scar on the right side of my face reminds me of the good things that the bear kid has done.

In my last life, I had a shallow scar on the right side of my face, which was scratched by my cousin with a pencil knife in the first grade, and the thin blade head pierced into my face.

At that time, I was crying in the classroom, he hid under the desk and laughed, and the teacher saw it and put us both at the back of the classroom to the punishment station, saying that it was affecting other students' reading.

Nima, can't you see the blood on my face? It's so aggrieved. What's even more aggrieved is that when I went home, my mother saw her face and said with a gloomy face: "Fight again, you don't study at school, what good things are you doing." After that, she went to work in the fields. Anyway, when I was a child, because I was too skinny, I always had buns all over my face. So my mother is not likely to be bothered by this little injury, she is still more concerned about the harvest in the field.

Which eye did you see me fighting, and I was obviously a victim, okay? This feeling of being wronged and not being supported by my parents was really painful for me when I was a child. For this, I cried for most of the day.

A few days later, I met my aunt, and I quickly complained to her again, when she was chatting with the neighbor, and after listening to my words, she said without pain: "Oh, then I'll go home and beat him." Then she continued to talk about her day, ignoring me.

Really, the impression it left on me was as deep as the core. The scar grew as I got older, and it still remained on my face more than 20 years later. When I was 30 years old, I didn't know what skin care products I touched, and finally one day, I magically didn't see it in the mirror.

And then it didn't take long for me to travel back in time.

I swore in my heart that this time, if the little kid dares to use a knife in my face, my mother will dare to let him JJ never grow up.

After school at noon, I went to Chen Po's house, the door was open, Chen Po sat on the rocking chair, looking at the distant mountains in front of the door, I don't know what I was thinking. The birdcage under the porch was still empty.

"Mother-in-law."

"Are you here, have you eaten?"

"Nope. I just got out of class. ”

I leaned against the pillar and looked at the old lady in front of me, what happened last night had completely turned my perception upside down. The old lady is still wearing a floral blouse, black trousers with wide trousers, gray hair, and wrinkles, no matter how you look at her, she is just an ordinary old peasant lady.

If the pink satin I saw in the morning is real, then it is also true that last night when she made a move, her nails cut off the head of the chicken.

There was silence for a long time, and I didn't know how to speak.

"Qiaowa, do you want to ask about last night?"

Can she read minds? Curious, I asked.

She cracked her mouth and smiled: "I guess, anyone who encounters this kind of thing will doubt the truth of what they see." Last night's events are true, you're gone. However, this will not happen so easily in the future. ”

My worldview is about to be turned upside down.

"But why didn't this red silk listen to me today?" I took out the Shui Tianya in my pocket and handed it to Mrs. Chen. She took it and looked at me again, "You haven't started practicing spells yet, so naturally you can't call it." When you have achieved something, it will be at your disposal. ”

She beckoned me to crouch at her feet, then removed the headband from my head and tied the water to my head.

"Take it with you, even if it's useless, you can raise people. Good Dharma tools need to be well honed and cultivated. ”

I nodded and silently jotted it down.

From today, I officially entered the Tao, combined with the Heart Sutra taught to me by Chen Po, and began to practice Maoshan Technique.

The textbooks for the first grade of primary school were too simple for any adult who had read a book, and I was too bored in class to have something to do. So every night at home, after my sister went to sleep, I started to practice, which caused me to always doze off during the day. But fortunately, I can get a full score in every exam, so the teacher turns a blind eye.

The days passed quietly, and my first-grade life was still quite nourishing.

The only thing that was bad was my cousin at the same table, who would suddenly crawl under the table and sit under the table with a pencil and draw on my clothes. At the end of class, it was even more exaggerated, he could climb from the bottom of the first row of tables to the bottom of the last row, and the clothes were dirty all day long.

Of course, I don't hate him now as much as I used to. Seeing him naughty like this, although he is a year younger than him, but his psychological age makes me have a strange tolerance for him that elders treat juniors, watching him mess around, and I don't bother to pay attention to him.

In class that day, he used a pencil knife to scratch around again, and he carved the 38 lines on the table over and over again. Then he touched my arm and held the knife out in front of me.

In his previous life, he was drawn by such a mistake. This is intolerable.

Almost subconsciously, I grabbed his hand and slammed it on the desk. He screamed and the knife fell under the table. I punched him in the face, and the corners of his eyes immediately swollen.

He was stunned for a moment, and then cried profusely.

There was a fight in class, and as expected, the two of us stood under the blackboard again.

The next day, my aunt came to my house to borrow a bowl, and my cousin also followed her, just saw me helping my mother to light the fire, she said: "My Ye Wu's "white copper" (dialect, meaning idiot), yesterday rolled down the school stairs, his eyes fell old and swollen, your family bridge is on the side, and I don't know how to pull him." ”

Hey, he'll save face. I glanced up at Ye Wu's obviously dodgy appearance, and didn't make a sound.

My mom looked at it and said, "I just didn't fall to my death." Children, pigs and dogs, get up and go. What a big deal. ”

I laughed, with the presence of elders, it was not good to be too presumptuous, and it was really uncomfortable to hold back.

My aunt was a little sneering, and when she went out, her face instantly darkened, holding a stack of bowls from my house, and she left without looking back.

Mom, you are really a god assist, hit the nail on the head, and finally got revenge.