space.

There is still a fiery sun hanging in the sky, and Song Yimei always feels that she is living day and night upside down now.

So much so that she took the big recess after the second period yesterday as a school break and ran home happily.

As a result, I met a classmate's parent on the way, and she had the time to ask the classmate if he was home. As soon as the other parent said it, he suddenly realized that he had done something stupid.

At that time, I was really ashamed and anxious, so I hurriedly turned around and ran to school, and went upstairs in time for the bell, wheezing.

I feel speechless when I think about it.

"Girl, how many laps did you run in the morning?" Noble is lying on the back of a snow-white bamboo rat, showing the paralysis of a house mouse.

The bamboo rat had an aggrieved expression on his face, and his right eye socket was deep, obviously beaten.

However, against the backdrop of the panda's black eye sockets, it is not against the backdrop.

It's okay, others ride horses and he uses the same kind as mounts, which can be regarded as very good at mining geographical advantages.

Noble changed his posture, Erlang's legs flew up, and his expression was clear at a glance.

"Didn't run!" Mei Mei's tone was a little sad, as if lying on the back of the giant panda without bones, in the past few days, Hao Xiang wanted to retreat and settle down, and chose a suitable pillow for Song Yimei, of course, it was also to convince people with reason.

The style of these two is out of the ordinary, and they deserve to be good friends!

All kinds of behaviors naturally don't tell Meimei, she is immersed in her furry embrace.

Pandas, cute and lovely, a bit of a fly in the ointment is that the hair is too hard, and it is a bit panicked when it comes into direct contact with the skin.

Meimei also lazily changed her position, hugging the giant panda's arm.

The panda has a good temper, with one paw around her back, one hand holding fresh bamboo shoots to eat, the big mouth is open and closed, and there is a large pile of bamboo residues beside him, and the breath is quite fresh.

"Why? Your words from last night are still ringing in my ears! ”

"They looked down on me, thought I was fat, and laughed at me." In this quiet situation, she was able to let go of her ridiculous pride and tell Noble about the resentment in her heart.

"What about you, did you laugh back?" Noble was not surprised, he had heard the words of luxury fragrance that day, and he also observed it carefully.

Song Yimei, a little girl, is really not as content with the status quo as she seems on the surface, and it can be seen from some small details that this is a child with strong self-esteem, and she is also easily injured.

Children who are too soft-hearted will always try to take care of people's feelings and are easily dissatisfied with themselves. After a long time, things are always held in my heart, and I am afraid that I will not even smile happily in the future.

The great sage of mankind does not advocate teaching students according to their aptitude, according to him, this child can only defend, and to put it bluntly, he is obedient.

This kind of temperament is really bad.

Have a certain degree of aggression so that you will not always be bullied.

"Huh? It's not good to laugh at people, and I don't know what I can laugh at her. ”

Song Yimei felt that this was not very kind and violated her principles.

"You just have to look at it, it's easy to find."

Noble stared into her eyes and said bewildermently: "For example, if she wears old clothes, you can laugh at her poor family and can't afford to buy new clothes." looks dark, it can be said that she doesn't pay attention to hygiene and doesn't like to bathe. If you have less hair, then laugh at her and become a little nun in the future. If she studies poorly, it can be said that she picks up garbage for a living after she has no interest. You see, it's easy. ”

"The so-called slapping people in the face, exposing people and exposing their shortcomings, this is the most relieving way." Noble pretended to viciously preach to her ideas that were not in line with normal children's education.

Song Yimei was exposed to such remarks for the first time, and her eyes were about to fall off.

Her parents and grandparents told her to get along with her classmates at school, not to scold, not to fight, to find teachers to solve any problems, to be obedient and be a good child, and not to let her family worry.

Although abiding by such principles makes her sometimes feel very disadvantaged and aggrieved, she has never doubted the educational philosophy of adults.

Every time she is wronged, she thinks that the other party is not a good child, she is not sensible, and she is right. Even if you are wronged, you can't learn from the other party to swear, fight, bully people, if she does that, she won't become the kind of annoying person.

Noble's words kind of broke her worldview.

"It's a little bit bad, I'd be sad if I was said like that, and I don't want to say that to others."

Noble knew that it was not so easy, and continued to follow the temptation, "Do you think about others, do others think about you?" When someone gives you a knife, you are worried that others will hurt and don't fight back, do you think others will feel sorry for you? ”

"I'm telling you, no, if you don't fight back, they will feel that they don't have to pay any price for bullying people, and it will only encourage their evil thoughts and attack you again. Are you going to put up with it forever? ”

"Wait for the day when this demon you connived at will do more bad things to you or others, irreparable, even if you have caused yourself, to put it seriously, you are an accomplice of the bad guys." Noble lay there, his tone heavy.

"I'm not, I don't. People have a good side, don't they? Maybe one day she will be sensible and become a good child. ”

Song Yimei retorted excitedly, feeling that his words were too alarmist for a while, but she faintly felt in her heart that this might not happen.

"It turns out that you are waiting for someone else's conscience to find out? I realize I used to underestimate you, girl. Noble stared at Song Yimei, unable to distinguish between joy and anger.

With the experience of getting along with Brother Bao these days, Meimei feels that nine times out of ten, she is not praising herself.

"Well, no, I just don't think it's good to take the initiative to attack others, I can't do it." The girl was inexplicably a little timid, but she still whispered what she meant.

In fact, she is rarely able to express her wishes, and being with her parents and grandparents is often out of the status of being taught.

If you raise an objection, even if you are right, you can't talk back. was misunderstood and scolded by my parents, even if I cried and explained clearly, I couldn't get a word of apology.

After a long time, she understood that in front of them, you just need to listen obediently, and you don't need to express your opinion.

Because, no one cares.

But in front of Noble, she is willing to say what she feels in her heart.

Because Noble will not yell at her, even if he dies to save face, he will not teach her a lesson. Although she was sometimes vicious, she could sense that Noble cared about her thoughts, even if they were wrong.

"Could it be that you were a disciple of Buddhism in your last life, reincarnated, and you didn't forget to learn from the Buddha to cut meat and feed the eagle, spit on yourself, and influence sentient beings, this is the ethics of a saint! Your family is going to let you go to the west! ”

Noble clapped his hands, shook his head, and the words in his mouth were all yin and yang.

Song Yimei's eyes narrowed, and she sat up cross-legged from the panda's embrace, if you ignore her short hair, she looks like a little monk sitting on the lotus throne.

It's just that as soon as they glanced at each other, Meimei was defeated.

The mockery in Noble's eyes was too strong, and she couldn't bear it a little.

But he still whispered: "You scolded me just now, don't deny it, I heard it clearly." ”

"I'm not going to deny it."

Noble shrugged and spread his hands in affirmation of her accusations.

Song Yimei was a little aggrieved for her family, "My parents are so that I can become a good child and a good adult in the future." It hurts so much if you didn't let me learn from the Buddha and cut my own flesh! And I'm not a Tang monk, and if it's a curse to send someone to the West Heaven, I shouldn't say it. ”

"Yes, they are making you a good boy, a good boy who will not cause trouble, they will save trouble, what should you do?"

"I ......"

"What are you you, not wronged? Doesn't it hurt? Noble cut off her weak response, he had also observed the girl's relationship with her family, and the authorities were fascinated by bystanders, and there were some things he wanted to say.

"You think it's a stone man?"

"Why do you want to save trouble to raise children, the children themselves are constantly having problems, and they let the children bear everything by themselves, why do you want them to use it?"

"The Buddha cut only meat, what about you, you will have to prick your heart to please them in the future, your heart is broken, and people will not be able to live."

Noble said in a quieter and quieter voice, but the words fell heavily at the girl opposite.

Her heart was like being hit by a hammer constantly, and the girl didn't want to cry, but the tears were just big and big ones that couldn't stop falling.

Stop it.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if people offend me, let her score three points, and if people offend me again, cut the grass and eradicate the roots. Think about how you do it? ”

Noble's voice grew softer and softer, and the girl, who was immersed in her surging emotions, had no room to care about anything else, tears and snot streaming down her face.

She was very uncomfortable, but she was not aggrieved, but it was like crying out all the dirty things in her body, and there was a burst of comfort in her chest.

If the bun is long, it will explode.