Ma Xiaotian stood on the cliff in the middle of the mountain, and his elderly parents bent over and begged for He Shuzhen in front of him, and his heart felt as uncomfortable as if he was about to explode.

He remembered the embarrassing scene that happened at school in the morning.

After two classes in the morning, as soon as the bell rang, the students walked to the playground, which was the time to do recess exercises.

Ma Xiaotian sat in his seat and had no intention of going out, the boy sitting in front of him glanced at him curiously, and asked casually: "Ma Xiaotian, it's time to go to recess,, it's over!" ”

Ma Xiaotian was really afraid of standing on the playground and being caught by Teacher He, and once again reprimanded him in front of so many classmates.

I don't know why, Mr. He has been looking at him more and more unpleasantly recently. Just like this final exam, after his unremitting efforts, his Chinese score finally ranked in the middle and upper level of the class.

But He Shuzhen pursed the corners of her mouth, looked at his test paper and asked him contemptuously: "Say, which classmate is this copying?" ”

Ma Xiaotian shook his head, subconsciously wanting to shake off his inexplicable fear of Teacher He, and said to the classmate who was waiting for him to go out together: "The cultivation method of my sect is to practice when the sun rises, and this hour should be the time for us to meditate. ”

After saying that, he sat down in his chair and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"Hey~~~, I'm sick!" The boy waved at Ma Xiaotian, turned around and ran out of the classroom.

And all this was heard clearly by He Shuzhen, who was standing far away on the podium, her eyelids jumped, thinking that she had really met a Huaxia cultivator again, and she was so frightened that she almost ran away.

Not long ago, it took her a hundred years of cultivation to escape from that terrible nun. Because she left the sect leader's beloved disciple to escape alone, she was afraid of being questioned by the Divine Cult headquarters, so she temporarily concealed the news of the death of the bridge itself.

Now she is extremely afraid of Huaxia cultivators in her heart. At first glance, hearing the sect in Ma Xiaotian's mouth frightened her.

But with her sensitive five senses, she quickly realized that Ma Xiaotian was talking nonsense.

So the angry He Shuzhen immediately called Ma Xiaotian into the teacher's office, and first scolded him with a head and face, what spread feudal superstition, what distorted outlook on life, and what endangered the stability of the school.

Seeing that Ma Xiaotian had turned into a stupid pale little face again, she finally said to the boy: "Go and invite your parents, you don't want to stay in school today!" ”

Near noon, Ma Xiaotian ran to his father's normal college, called his father, who was lecturing, out and told him what had happened at the school.

When the Ma family and his wife heard that their child was going to be withdrawn from school, they hurried to the school to communicate with the teacher.

"Your child is mentally ill, and for the safety of the other students in the class, I suggest you take him to the hospital for a check-up." He Shuzhen lifted her drooping eyelids and looked at the parents of the shabby-dressed students with contempt, and the depression in her heart calmed down slightly.

The Spring Festival is over, not only did Ma Xiaotian not participate in her extracurricular tutoring class, but her parents never said anything to her as a class teacher, which made her really angry.

"Teacher He, you see, my child just said something that was not in his mind, so he wouldn't drop out of school, right?" Ma Xiaotian's mother should have a heart condition, laid off to serve her husband and children at home, and she spoke with unconfidence, she bowed slightly and looked at He Shuzhen flatteringly.

"He's never brought his brains to class! I have already reported his problem to the principal, either drop out of school immediately, or have the hospital show the results of a psychiatric examination, and then we will consider whether to let him continue to go to school! He Shuzhen waited for the triangular little eyes, raised the fat face without a chin, and replied impatiently.

"Teacher He, this is about to take the college entrance examination, and now that the child is suspended from school, how can he take the college entrance examination?" Ma Xiaotian's father is a lecturer in the physics department of Normal University, and although he talks a lot in class, he is not good at dealing with people.

"Taking the college entrance examination? With his mental outlook, being admitted to university is also a waste of national educational resources! Alright, I still have class, you can take him back quickly! He Shuzhen looked at the two couples who were more than ten years older than herself, bowing and making amends in front of her, and turned around proudly, twisting her fat body and walking away.

"Hey, you kid, what are you talking nonsense?" The mother reluctantly said to her son, with tears in her eyes.

"I, I, I hate this world!" Nearly a year of mental torture made Ma Xiaotian feel strongly misanthropic about the world, he threw his schoolbag to the ground ruthlessly, turned around and ran out of this school full of nightmares!

Ma Xiaotian ignored the call of his parents, and ran towards the outskirts of the city in one breath with a wave of anger blocked in his chest.

When he saw a long-distance bus bound for Lingwu Mountain, he sat on it without thinking about it.

Now, he is hungry and tired, his dreams are shattered, his parents have been wronged for him, and this dark and moonless mountain makes him feel that he has nothing to love.

Standing on the cliff, he looked up at the darkening sky, tears streaming down his face. "In such a big world, why is there no place for my Ma Xiaotian?"

The experience of the transfer students in the past year, the unwarranted reprimand of the teacher, and the contempt of the classmates have overwhelmed Ma Xiaotian's pure soul!

He closed his eyes, opened his arms, and mustered up the courage to step out of the cliff!

Fly, fly! I want to fly away from this world, this is not my spiritual home, I want to find the spiritual home!

Falling rapidly, Ma Xiaotian muttered in his mouth. Because of extreme fear, he never dared to open his eyes.

Ma Xiaotian suddenly felt that he was surrounded by a burst of elegant fragrance, and his falling body was suddenly caught! There was still a whistling mountain wind in his ears, but he turned from a rapid fall to a slow rise.

He opened his eyes, and he couldn't see his fingers in the mountains at night. But he saw that the man who held him in his arms had eyes that were brighter than the stars in the sky!

When Ma Xiaotian didn't understand what was going on, he was thrown the hard rock by the person who saved him.

The pain of the stone piercing his palm let him know that he was still alive, and he rolled on the ground and stood up.

"At a young age, what can't you think of, run into the mountains to seek death?" A cold voice came from the dark shadow standing opposite.

was also a rebuke to him, but Ma Xiaotian heard real concern from the other party's tone, thinking about the reason why he was bent on death, he simply squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

"I said that you are also a young man, and you don't talk about looking for death and life, why do you still cry when you say you cry?" Liu Zhao squatted down and looked at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy she had rescued.

"I, I, just don't want to live! The world is too cold, and the people are too cruel! Ma Xiaotian cried and said.

"Hey, you little brat, you're talking to me about life!" Liu Zhao stood up and kicked the boy who was squatting on the ground crying bitterly, "Get up, talk to my sister, why does it make you feel that the world is indifferent?" ”

Although she was kicked and scolded by her sister with a cold voice, Ma Xiaotian felt that she cared about her.

Standing up with a stagger, Ma Xiaotian moved his sore arm and whispered to Liu Zhao, "Thank you, sister, for saving me." ”

"Tell me, what's going on?" Liu Zhao took Ma Xiaotian's injured hand, and with a gentle stroke of the water aura between his fingers, those scratches disappeared.

Sitting side by side with Liu Zhao on the rock, Ma Xiaotian felt close to her for no reason, and he told Liu Zhao in detail what happened to him since he transferred to He Shuzhen's class.