Tingting has a trouble, an unspeakable trouble.

She and her father only moved to the alley five years ago, and until then, they had no permanent home.

His father, Tang Quan, had little education and was barely literate, so he could only do some manual work and assembly line work at first. But by chance, he temporarily replaced a workshop worker, and after only a period of adaptation, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he had the talent to operate some precision instruments. As a result, he is also picky about his work, and most of the people he joins are regular factories, and he has a dormitory to manage food and housing. Accommodation and food expenses are exempted, and the usual expenses are only for his daughter's extra meals, and he also has the opportunity to save money. By five years ago, Tang Quan had saved a lot of money, and estimated that his daughter would reach the age of elementary school, so he read a lot of information, considered the relatively stable cities in the entire Liyuan District, and finally decided to come to the central and western cities of Dongjun County, Xingmin.

After moving into Huajiexiang, Tang Quan submitted his daughter's application to the local Xingmin Experimental Primary School, but was rejected on the grounds that he did not have a local hukou and had not lived in the local area for more than three years. As a result, Tingting's first to third grades were enrolled in a rural primary school with poor facilities in the local village. When Tingting finished the third grade, Tang Quan ran around looking for people, dotting around, and spent more than 10,000 yuan before she successfully entered the well-known Xingmin Experimental Primary School. It is so troublesome precisely because Tang Quan has taken a fancy to the examination quota of this school, if he ranks in the top 20 in the primary school graduation test, he has the opportunity to enter the junior high school of key middle schools, and entering the junior high school of these key middle schools also means that he has a greater chance of going to school than ordinary junior high schools.

Tang Quan thought that he had done all his work, but he didn't know that this decision made Tingting painful.

Tingting had never been to kindergarten, and she was shy and introverted by nature, and she was very scared when she broke away from her father's protection for the first time and came to a strange rural primary school. Fortunately, the children in the countryside are very innocent and simple, even if she rarely speaks and does not socialize with others, most of her classmates do not care, and even a few lively and cheerful children have become friends with her.

After the end of the third grade, under Tang Quan's expectations, Tingting transferred to another school, and she came to the elementary school closest to the rental house. Although it is more convenient to get to and from school and does not have to get up early every day to catch the village bus, she is uncomfortable.

As a transfer student from a rural school, she was both excited and nervous when she saw the clean and bright classrooms and neatly dressed classmates for the first time. She was looking forward to getting along with her classmates and trying to be cheerful and confident, but her self-introduction became a joke among her classmates.

Squeezing out from under her throat was like the sound of a gear jam that couldn't be distinguished. The more I want to show myself to everyone, the more I can't make a sound, which is probably a terrible memory that every introvert must go through. The increasing anxiety made her tremble, cold sweat flowed, her hair was so scattered that it was impossible to see her face, her eyes were terrified, and she kept looking down and up, staring at her classmates as if she had seen a ghost.

"What's going on with this guy? Onset? Or is it cursed? Some classmates laughed clearly and recognizably underneath.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Tingting sat in the penultimate row in the middle. In the back seat was a tall girl, half a head taller than her when she sat upright. The tall girl didn't laugh like the other classmates, she just looked at her seriously, and then stretched out her hand, "My name is Wang Yawen, if you have any difficulties, just ask me, we will be classmates in the future." ”

However, Tingting was still in the midst of a huge loss brought by public opinion, she didn't know whether the girl in front of her was true or hypocritical smiling tiger, fear and fear made her not respond to this enthusiasm, so she ignored it after a simple glance.

"Hahaha, Yawen, what are you doing with her, isn't this a cold face and a hot ass."

The girl's friends squeezed their eyebrows and said. The girls in the fourth grade are already much more mature than the boys of the same age, and when the boys are still playing in the same pot of porridge, the girls have already formed their own small circle. And their words made Tingting very ashamed, but he was embarrassed to apologize, so he had to sigh and give up.

Because the education in the previous school was not perfect, Tingting's English foundation was very poor, and the English teacher probably looked down on the students transferred from the countryside, knowing that her foundation was not good, but she always asked her to answer questions and laughed at her lame pronunciation with her classmates.

"Students, pay attention, don't study with Tang Xianting. Look at the pronunciation, I grabbed a parrot and listened to two lessons, and I guess I spoke it better than her. ”

Tingting was not blamed once or twice, and he practiced hard at home, but after all, he was just in contact with this language, and of course he was confused, so he could only stand dryly, tears rolling in his eyes.

"You, keep reading! Read up to the standard. I'd like to see if you want to make a face, it's such a waste of time. On the podium, the teacher slammed the textbook on the table and crossed his arms and squinted.

Just as Tingting began to hesitate, Wang Yawen in the back seat suddenly stood up and said loudly, "Teacher, isn't it okay?" I know that Tang Xianting's previous school did not teach English. Teacher, you don't know, do you? She had just transferred to another school not long ago, and you were doing this, could it be that you were ...... Trouble her? ”

There was a commotion in the class, and the students who were originally complaining about Tingting were also silent, probably because Wang Yawen usually had some prestige in the class. The English teacher on the podium showed an embarrassed expression of being cautiously exposed, frowned and waved his hand to let Tingting sit down.

Being so supported, of course, Tingting was very moved, and she wanted to go back and say thank you, but for some reason there was a force in the dark that hindered her. Afraid of life and interpersonal communication, she hasn't spoken to anyone since she changed schools. Even if the girls in the back row defend her so much now, the grievances in her heart that have not yet dissipated are sticky and grateful.

After that, Tingting was often frustrated because she didn't adapt to the new environment, but Wang Yawen, a girl in the back seat, repeatedly helped her. When Tingting finally mustered up the courage to sincerely express his gratitude to Wang Yawen, he accidentally saw the latter smoking in the toilet with two girl friends. Of course she was terrified, in her cognition, even the big brother in junior high and high school smoked was bad, a sign of hooliganism, not to mention a fourth-grade girl. Seeing this scene, she didn't dare to have much intersection with this Wang Yawen anymore, afraid that if she became friends with them, she might also be tempted to learn to smoke.

Tingtingyou remembers the last time Wang Yawen helped her was in the vocal class at the end of the first semester of the fourth grade.

Vocal lessons are the most feared courses for Tingting, how can she sing naturally in front of everyone when it is difficult to communicate with others. Usually, you may be confused, the teacher just simply criticizes two sentences, and when you can't sing it at the end of the assessment, you won't get a score. But Tingting was unwilling to get zero points, and dragged it until the bell rang at the end of class, and she begged the teacher to give her a chance. Although the teacher agreed, she said, "Don't leave until this student finishes singing." Our rating must be open and fair, in case she sings very well and I give a high score, you are going to gossip. Listen patiently. ”

The classmates were not happy, and cursed Tingting one by one for taking up their time after class. At this time, Wang Yawen stood up again, "Teacher, let me stay alone." Can I do this testimony? ”

Tingting was rescued again, there were only three people in the empty music classroom, and she didn't have the nervousness in front of people, and Shi Shiran finished singing the whole song. Before leaving, the class bell had already rang, and Wang Yawen stopped her, "Amazing!" I didn't expect you to sing so well! Will I be able to listen to you sing again? ”

Tingting was encouraged and just wanted to respond, but in his eyes, Wang Yawen's face suddenly became smoky, and the hallucination was probably remembered by Wang Yawen's intoxicated expression when he smoked. So she ran away again, without saying a word, and ran away sharply.

After school, Tingting was stopped in the toilet by three girls, Wang Yawen and her two friends. The two friends viciously pushed Tingting against the corner, taking turns punching her in the abdomen, pinching the flesh on her body, and twisting it until patches of blood appeared.

And Wang Yawen smoked a cigarette indignantly and looked at her coldly, "You know why I beat you, right?" ”

Tingting was covered with his mouth covered, unable to scream but rolling his eyes in pain.

"I hate people like you who don't know how to be grateful!"

Yes, Tingting also regretted it, the matter has come to this point, and it is too late for her to thank her. She didn't want to blame the three people who committed the violence, the reason came down to herself, if she was frank and brave at that time, just two simple words, maybe she could make the beast-like girl in front of her smile.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" Tingting, who was covering his mouth, finally squeezed out two sentences.

"Huh? What did you say? Sorry did it work? You just deserve to be spurned and ridiculed, and you give me this attitude because I have pulled down my face so many times to help you? What do I owe you? Wang Yawen grimaced his face and coughed up a thick phlegm with the smell of smoke from the bottom of his throat, "Give me something to eat!" ”

Tingting silently obeyed, it was a punishment for herself, she thought it was her own fault, and she was not qualified to blame them. Whether it was a bruise on her body, or her head being pressed into the toilet, or a spasm in her abdomen, she endured it desperately.

"As long as they feel better, then my heart will feel better."

However, this bullying has continued from fourth grade to the present.

In order to prevent the adults from seeing the wounds on Tingting's body, Wang Yawen and the others did not fan Tingting's face as usual, but left a pinch mark with blood marks on her waist, back, inner thighs and even some private places, repeating the numbing pain again and again every day. In the past three years, Tingting has not drunk some dirty water or eaten some dirty things, and every time she goes home, she has to vomit wildly, and there is a strong smell of blood in her mouth.

Wang Yawen would also squint and say, "Hey, I said, no one knows about the wounds on your body, do you know?" No perverted father would check his daughter's body, I said yes? ”

That look is undoubtedly a kind of coercion, Wang Yawen and the others know that Tingting is a single-parent family, once she complains to her father, it is conceivable that they will slander and rumor their father everywhere. She would never have told her father about what she had experienced at school, let alone imagine what his father's expression would have been when he saw the shocking scars on his body. Even if my father knew, he could only reason with the school and not solve any problems. It is impossible for my father to let himself continue to suffer, and he will definitely go through the transfer school, various procedures, and re-rent. It was easy to spend so much money to get into this school, so that the pressure on my father would be even more......

Although she was at fault first, she had to be abused unforgivingly for so long, Tingting was already physically and mentally exhausted, she felt that she no longer owed Wang Yawen, she began to want to escape, but found that she couldn't escape at all. No matter where she hides, as long as she is still in school one day, Wang Yawen will become even worse.

So, Tingting could only choose to forbear, and endured until the sixth grade. "One year left...... There is only one year left to get out of this sea of suffering! She firmly believes that she has changed completely, and under the bullying of Wang Yawen and the others, she worked hard to learn to communicate with others, and worked hard to abandon her inferiority complex and shyness. Now she can mingle with her neighbors, and she can proudly say that she is a normal girl.

On this day, Tingting ran into the school building three minutes before the class bell rang. Looking up at the time on the clock, the tension of rushing all the way was gone in an instant. And with less urgency, more attention. She walked slowly to the shoe cabinet as usual, and opened her cabinet with a blank face.

She was immediately stunned, because today seemed to be a little different, and her indoor shoes did not add deliberate scratches or leave trampled shoe prints.

The light winter sunlight filtered in through the glass doors and hit the lacquered surface of the gray iron cabinet. The originally smooth surface also has pockmarked lines. It was not early, Tingting hurriedly put the indoor shoes on the ground, and the soles of the shoes hit the floor tiles with a slightly different crisp sound than usual.

"Ahh Hiss~"

As soon as she took a step with her right foot, there was a tingling sensation on the sole of her foot, and when she bent down to see, there was not a single pushpin in the sole, it seemed that Wang Yawen and they had played a new trick. The soles of the indoor shoes were thin and soft, and I don't know when the nail was inserted into the sole of her shoe precisely, but Tingting was unaware of it when she wore the shoes. Fortunately, the pushpin is not long, and she is still wearing socks, so the wound should not be deep. But when she lifted her foot and felt something tickle crawling over her, she knew she was bleeding.

I thought nothing would happen, so I went back to the classroom. But she found that the thumbtackin was actually broken with a circle of red rust. Tingting, who had taken a safety class, immediately leaned against the wall and walked towards the infirmary. The bell had already rang, and she walked to the door of the infirmary, only to be disappointed to find that the door was locked.

Also, it's just morning self-study, and the teacher from the infirmary won't come so early. There was no way, she walked all the way to the bathroom with her right heel, stepped up her right leg high, and rinsed the wound with tap water. The reddish-brown color was quickly diluted into a dilute yellow liquid, and bundles swirled into the sewer, and Tingting was a little more relieved.

But the tap water in this winter was so biting that it was cold from the soles of her feet to her chest.

After this toss, Tingting limped to the classroom. The teacher hasn't come yet, and the students are practicing speaking weakly. She paused, obviously she was only pricked by a small pushpin, but now she was swelling and painful, very uncomfortable.

Walk up to your seat and habitually look at the chair for thumbtacks, glue, or gum. Every moment of worry is just a cup bow snake shadow. Tingting looked at the front row. Wang Yawen was staring back, and when he saw her expectant look, Tingting knew that there must be something wrong.

Sure enough, when Tingting lowered her center of gravity and entrusted the weight to the chair, she didn't feel the support that the chair gave her. With the sound of metal falling to the ground, she fell on her back.

Thinking it was just a simple fall, Tingting struggled to get up, but found that his limbs were weak and his head was groggy. She could faintly hear the laughter erupting in the classroom, which gradually turned into a buzz of confusion as her consciousness faded.

……

When he woke up, Tingting was already in a hospital bed. Thinking about it with her eyes open, she only had the scene of her last fainting in her mind, and she didn't know how long she had been lying down.

The sun outside the window is just right, but a rare bright weather makes Tingting a little dizzy at this time. She wanted to get out of bed, but as soon as her muscles worked, she knew there was something wrong with her right leg.

It swells, it hurts when you move, and it trembles almost unobediently.

Tingting was so anxious that she broke out in a cold sweat, and she realized that her fainting might have a lot to do with the pushpin. Could it be that Wang Yawen, who looks at her unpleasantly, is no longer satisfied with fooling her? Or even want to maim her, kill her?

Struggling to sit up, she found a middle-aged man sitting at the foot of the hospital bed, dozing off. Tingting recognized him, this was the math teacher in their class, surnamed Chen, named Wenqing. I was transferred from Dongjun Dapai Elementary School this semester, and I don't know if I have some background, but I became the school's director of teaching as soon as I came. usually has a dry and fierce face, and often calls people to his office to give lectures, and his classmates are quite afraid of him. Tingting is the representative of the math class in the class, and he is somewhat familiar with him.

This Chen Wenqing seemed to be quite keen, as soon as Tingting sat up, he opened one eye, and then the whole person was awake and looked at her quietly.

"Awake?"

"Hmm." Tingting's reaction was a little sluggish, and he nodded weakly, "Teacher, how long have I been lying down?" ”

Chen Wenqing looked at his watch, "2 hours and 7 minutes have passed since you fell." ”

"Oh, that's right." Tingting was afraid that she had been in a coma for a few days and nights, and when she heard this number, Rao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh? Teacher...... Were you there when I passed out? Why is the timing so specific? ”

"Yes, I happened to pass through your class for the morning self-study check." Chen Wenqing took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and pulled one out of it. Two fingers pinch one, thin and long, the cigarette holder yellow and blue vine pattern texture is shiny.

Tingting usually doesn't pay attention to things like cigarettes, probably Wang Yawen, who is holding a cigarette, looks like a ghost. However, this one in Chen Wenqing's hand made her feel that such a vulgar thing could also have a sense of beauty, which was really surprising.

This Chen Wenqing took out a silver luster and beautifully carved firebolt from his other pocket. He expertly flicked the lid open, and suddenly realized that he was in the hospital, sitting right in front of his students. After smashing his mouth, Chen Wenqing casually threw the cigarette into the trash can and stopped talking.

The atmosphere was a little strange, and Tingting felt that she always had to say something.

"Thank you, teacher, for being here with me...... By the way, teacher, don't you have to go to class in the morning? ”

Chen Wenqing didn't answer, he fumbled around in his jacket pocket, and then stretched out his arm towards Tingting, his palm unfolded, and inside was the morning pushpin.

"You got stabbed by this thing in the morning, didn't you?"

“…… Yes, teacher, how do you know. Tingting couldn't imagine why this thing was in the teacher's hands. Could it be that the teacher saw it on the other side of the shoe cabinet?

"I also checked your chair, and it seems that these two things are not accidental."

Tingting was shocked again, it seems that the teacher may know his situation. Her eyes dodged, she didn't know what to do, the teacher would definitely not sit idly by after knowing this kind of thing, once her father knew about it......

Chen Wenqing stared at the silent Tingting for a while, sighed helplessly, and asked, "How long has it been?" Why don't you come and reflect with me? ”

She didn't speak, her eyes were on the angular lines on the bedside table.

"Huh?"

"Uh...... That one...... Teacher, I ...... "Tingting, it seems that I want to prevaricate the past."

"Your father should be almost there, if you have anything you can't say, it's too late if you don't say it now." Chen Wenqing stretched out his arm and glanced at the time again.

Knowing that his father was coming, Tingting panicked and hurriedly said, "Teacher, don't tell my father about being bullied at school." ”

"Yes, yes. But you'll have to tell me what happened. But...... Well, I've guessed a rough idea. Isn't it true that you've been bullied by other students for a day or two, and you think our teachers can't control this, right? ”

Tingting nodded hesitantly.

"I don't want my father to worry, thinking that I will endure it? It's still more than half a year away, and if this happens a few more times, can you predict what will happen to you in the future? After speaking, Chen Wenqing slowly exhaled a breath from his mouth.

Probably because he smoked, Tingting felt the illusion of smoke around him.

"Why not resist? Well? If you feel that others can't help you, why do you keep tolerating others bullying you? ”

Tingting blinked, she didn't understand what the teacher was saying. Revolt? How to resist? Now that he no longer owes Wang Yawen, of course he will not be caught by them obediently, but Wang Yawen has so much strength and friends to match, if he wants to resist, he will only be beaten even worse.

"I don't know what to do, I can't resist, I can't escape if I want to."

Chen Wenqing frowned, with a contemplative expression.

There seemed to be more agitation outside the door, and the voices of several women in the corridor could be faintly heard. The door was carefully opened, and Don walked in breathlessly.

Chen Wenqing and Tang Quan nodded to each other and looked at the half-lying Tingting at the same time.

"Father...... You're here. Tingting didn't dare to meet Tang Quan's anxious eyes, and his slender fingers were intertwined in his chest.

"Hmm." Tang Quan walked to the bed, bent down, and looked at Tingting carefully. His daughter's pale face made his brow lock and lock.

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Hmm...... Probably not. ”

Tang Quan was not very satisfied with her answer, and turned around to ask Chen Wenqing, "Teacher, what happened, what did you say she suddenly fainted?" ”

Tingting's face was full of nervousness, biting his lip, and he raised his eyes to glance at Chen Wenqing from time to time, for fear that he would tell all about his affairs.

"Poisoned."

"Huh?!"

Chen Wenqing took out the pin again, held it up in front of Tang Quan's eyes, and said, "She stepped on this nail at school in the morning, I don't know if there is a reason for this." I'll take it to the doctor right away to get the ingredients tested. ”

Tang Quan looked at this pushpin-shaped thing with a surprised expression, took it under his nose and sniffed it twice, and suddenly his expression changed greatly, glaring at Chen Wenqing angrily.

"Why do you have such a thing in your school?"

Chen Wenqing looked confused and asked rhetorically: "Isn't it normal for the school to have this?" ”

Tang Quan's expression was serious, but he wanted to speak but he didn't stop, and quietly diverted the topic, "What is the doctor going to do?" How to treat it? ”

"I don't know, the doctor said, it may be quite serious, maybe amputation is possible."

In an instant, the pavilion seemed to be a mud bath in water, a branch at the bottom of the fire, and a thunderbolt on a sunny day. She reflexively moved her right leg, and when she confirmed that it was still swollen and sore, her whole body trembled with fear.

"Amputation? Just because I was stabbed? What should I do after that? Crutches? What will the father do? She thought.

She seemed to have foreseen Tang Quan's bitter tears. She thought, maybe her father would be desperate to find a school...... Asking the school for compensation and asking the school to apologize is actually ...... It's not the school's responsibility at all, it's your own fault first.

Tingting covered her ears with self-reproach, she didn't dare to hear her father's reaction, she didn't dare to face this fact.

"What bullshit doctor? Tingting, let's go home! ”

Although Tingting covered his ears, he still heard something. When she saw her father, who had stretched out his hand to her, she was even more powerless and in a trance. "Even my father can't accept this reality...... He must not have believed the doctor's words, so go home and do as usual......" she thought.

Tang Quan lifted the quilt, glanced at Tingting's slight purple from the soles of his feet to his calves, and carried her on his back without saying a word.

"You just brought her back? What about her legs? It probably still hurts. ”

Tang Quan was silent, and walked straight out with her on his back.