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Sasa stood in front of the door of his house, in a small wind, deeply speechless, really shameless to see Jiangdong's father, but he had to see him every day.

"Sasa, why don't you study?"

"Nothing ......"

"I heard that you were beaten up by a bad guy at school, is it true?"

When the people saw Saza, they all laughed and asked.

Sasa had no choice but to go into his room, sit on a cold bench, and listen to the people laughing loudly outside the door, and the laughter somehow turned into a sharp knife, stabbing him in the heart. Sasa really wanted to go out of the door and scold her mother loudly to the people who laughed at her, but what people said was reasonable, why should they scold others? He had no choice but to stay there speechlessly, feeling the shame deeply in the midst of the incessant chatter, and in this strange humiliation, he almost wanted to get into the crack in the ground, but he could not find such a crack.

After a while, it was time for the end of school, and Sasa heard the laughter of his classmates as they walked past his door. The classmates were laughing at themselves, laughing at their incompetence, and laughing at their own shame.

It was tolerable, but it was unbearable that the bad Dan also appeared, and went to the door of his house, and kept gossiping with the people, as if it were not so, so that no one would know that he had overcome Sazah. Listen, how happy the bad Dan laughed, and in this happy laughter, Sasa hugged his head, deeply speechless, not knowing what to do. He really wanted to go out and die with the bad Dan, but he didn't dare, so he just sat in the cold room like this, and couldn't stop grieving.

After a while, Badan left there, and somewhere he went. Seeing that the bad Dan was gone, Saza dared to go out of his dilapidated house, and stood under a tree, and listened to the people chatting not far away in a bleak wind. In the midst of this chatter of the people, he didn't say anything, just listened so speechlessly, feeling quite ashamed, as if there were countless feces and urine poured on his head.

When people saw him, they were no longer so kind, but kept spitting and even scolding unscrupulously. Saza didn't dare to say anything about this, so he could only let them do this, who called himself defeated?

"Son, come, get under Lao Tzu's crotch!" A little child kept saying this as he walked past Sazah.

Seeing this, Sasa didn't say anything, so he just listened to it, what can he do, after all, he was defeated.

Saza did not dare to stay in front of his house, so he went into the dilapidated house, and in the midst of the desolation, he listened to a small dead leaf floating down from the door, and sprinkled in front of the door of his broken house, as if he was laughing at him.

Saza went up the hill and threw himself into the bosom of nature, and perhaps, in this way, the pain that had accumulated in his heart would be gone.

He sat on a mountain rock, in the fragrance of a wisp of honeysuckle, under the beautiful shadow of a white cloud, breathing the fragrance of plants and trees freely, and gradually, he felt happy.

Then he saw his mother again. His mother, Yingzi, was walking on the hill with a cow, and when she saw Sasa, she disappeared into nowhere.

When Bao Bao Bo walked by Sasa's side, he kept raising the knife in his hand, and scolded Sang Huai for a while, and then, I don't know where he died.

For a moment, on the mountain, Sasa was the only one left, and in the cold wind, he quietly began to cry. However, on this mountain, his cry was not heard by anyone, except for a small bug.

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