My parents are away from home all year round, and my grandparents are in charge of me.

Grandpa always asked me to study hard, and if I didn't obey, I would be easily beaten, but boys got better faster anyway. When I was a child, I was beaten a lot, and the more I was beaten, the more rebellious I became. The grades are okay, but the small test is not serious, I would rather hand in a blank paper than be angry with my grandfather.

Grandpa held a bamboo stick in his hand and asked: What's wrong?

I stalked my neck: I wasn't wrong. Then he was beaten and couldn't get out of bed.

This made my grandmother feel distressed, and she couldn't stop her grandfather, so she could only sigh and rub the medicine on me. I'm used to it, and I reassured my grandmother that it doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt at all.

As soon as the words fell, grandpa appeared with a black face and said gloomily: It doesn't hurt?

I have a hard mouth, but I don't hurt. Lay in bed for a weekend.

I've long been used to being beaten, but my classmates used to look around me in amazement, and they often shook their heads and thought my grandfather was unreasonable. I rolled my eyes, and my tone was not good: It's not you who was beaten, use you to manage.

My classmates wrinkled their noses and thought I was unreasonable.

The teacher was very unsupportive of my behavior of provoking my parents by handing in the blank papers, and even publicly named me at the parent-teacher meeting, saying that I had repeatedly taught and did not change, which affected the style of study. I was chuckling in my heart, and before I could peek at my grandfather, I heard my grandfather speak: Then his grades are quite good, right, teacher.

I lowered my head to keep myself from laughing too obviously. On the way home, I was a little nervous, and I didn't recognize my six relatives, and my grandfather grabbed me by the collar, blew his beard and glared: Stinky boy, you dare to make me embarrassed in public, I think you are underbeaten!

When I went to middle school, I didn't think it was fun to joke about my grades, and it was better to do well in the exams to make people envious. I'm not a genius, of course I have to work hard if I want to succeed, I'm willing to take the time to read the book thoroughly, I really don't understand and ask, I'm thick-skinned and not shy. The result of the bad pen is that I am on the list every year, and my grandmother is very happy, and she waves my award certificate in front of grandpa, who is very disdainful of grandma's excitement: just kidding, my grandson.

I don't have any special feelings about doing questions, I have to be handy when I do more questions, and my hands will naturally move regardless of what he comes up with. Some classmates will come to me to ask questions, female classmates, the paper is put in front of me, and I don't say which question for a long time. I comforted her: it's okay, don't be embarrassed about the problem. This is normal.

The female classmate pointed to the topic, and when I looked at it, I couldn't help but say: Oh, there is something similar in this very simple book, have you read the book? Oh, you shouldn't have to, or you don't have to ask me, so you can read the book first.

The roll was snatched away, and I looked at her back as she strode away with great difficulty, and asked my stunned tablemate: She looks quite thin, why are her footsteps so heavy?

The corners of the table's mouth were raised, and his eyes were pitying: You look quite smart, why are you so stupid.

When I got to high school, I started boarding. Although the school is not far away, I need to transfer two times by bus, and one trip is two hours, so I was really troublesome, so I simply stayed overnight. Before the start of school, I was told by my grandmother not to wronged myself at school, not to be greedy, not to forget to eat, and not to save some of what I didn't have. I answered the voice, and then looked over my grandmother to my grandfather: "Don't you have anything to tell me, old man?"

The bamboo stick in my grandfather's hand replied to me: Get out.

The school does not allow me to bring my mobile phone, so I wanted to take it secretly, but when I opened the bag, I found that my mobile phone was replaced with my grandfather's old man machine without knowing when. I held the blue lily phone and couldn't help but be silent.

He didn't say a word just now, was he afraid that he would laugh when he opened his mouth? I pondered this question all the way.

It's fine. The military training required the students to hand in all their mobile phones, and when I took out my lily phone, the instructor suddenly turned his head, coughed, and then patted me on the shoulder, saying forget it, let me keep it.

The instructor walked past me, and I held my phone with a complicated expression. I was laughed at...

When I returned to the dormitory in the evening, my roommates gathered around my bed and laughed half to death. I waved them away like chickens and called Grandpa. The old man answered quickly: What are you doing?

My words swirled and turned in my stomach, and finally I held back: look for my milk.

Grandpa: She slept.

Me: Then why didn't you sleep?

Grandpa: You woke me up.

Me: Then you sleep.

Toot toot - I snorted, so ruthless?

My grandmother called me three times a week, almost all of them between classes, and I couldn't talk at all for just ten minutes, and I hung up quickly. I often pick up in the corridor, I was bumped into by the head teacher a few times, and then I was called to the office once, and the head teacher was heartbroken: I know that a little boy like you is liked, but you can't fall in love like this, it will affect the style of study.

I was stunned: Teacher, I...

The teacher waved his hand and interrupted me: You don't have to explain, I understand, love is free, that's right. But hopefully you can tell the teacher, who are you talking to on the phone?

I:... Teacher, it's my grandmother.

The teacher was stunned: the freedom of love is not so free...

My face was speechless, and the teacher suddenly reacted: Oh! Oooh oh! You call your grandmother, you should have said it earlier! Let me misunderstand, go back, go back, when you haven't been here.

I got out of school, dialed the phone back, grandma picked up, I smiled and told today's things, grandma also laughed: It's not all your grandfather, I have to pinch your time after class, say that you say less, you can call a few more.

I hung up the phone and couldn't help but feel proud: sure enough, the old man still missed me.

I'm usually independent, and I don't think much about my parents, but when my mother calls me, I can't help but choke in my throat. Once, after self-study at night, before I left, I received a call from my mother, and the macho man cried on the spot, and was handed a tissue by a classmate at the back table. I pulled one and buried my head in my arm, not wanting to be seen.

The back table patted me on the back and said sympathetically: Don't cry, the bad guys will laugh.

I turned my head slowly, and met his sincere face, my voice was hoarse, but the scolding was firm: Nervous, you.

A piece of paper and two sentences, I became buddies with the back table. He later laughed at me madly: How old are you and still crying because of your mother's call.

I don't smile: the homework will be returned to me.

He patted himself on the shoulder: cry! Cry out loud! Cry here!

I didn't even bother to pay attention to him, even though I did my own thing, he always covered his heart with half-truths: how ruthless.

After getting acquainted with him, he begged to go to my house to play. I said that it was troublesome to go to my house, and my buddy was sincere: how could I bother you. My grandparents were a little surprised when I brought my friends home, but they were very welcome. Before grandma cooked, she asked him tremblingly: Classmate, do you eat too much?

The buddy quickly waved his hand and pretended to be well-behaved: No more, no more, grandma, I didn't eat much at all.

I don't want grandma to sigh: No wonder you are not as tall as him, and you don't have enough food.

I watched as he opened his mouth slightly and was visibly frozen, trying not to laugh out loud. Grandpa knocked on my head: What are you laughing at, you are not tall. I didn't eat at school, and my hands hurt when I fought.

I covered my head and went with my buddies, the same petrification.

There aren't many houses at home, so my buddies sleep with me. I kicked him into the bath, and he came out naked and shook all the water over me. I didn't care much about the water, but I wasn't convinced: why are you so white?

He looked down at his chest, then at me, and then pretentiously covered himself: "I've been seen, I'm responsible."

I shook off my goosebumps, grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom. When he came out, he was lying in the innermost part playing games and asked me if I wanted to join us. I haven't touched my phone for a week, and I haven't had time to update it, so I'll watch him call first. His technique is quite good, and the more I look at it, the more fascinated I become, and I don't notice that half of the person is pressing on him. When he died for the fifth time, I couldn't help but complain: Why are you gone?

He leaned back a little, turned his head to look at me, and was helpless: Please, you have been pressing my arm for so long, and you don't feel it?

I quickly removed from him: Oh, you said earlier, I really didn't feel it.

He came back to life immediately, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and he said: It's really sad, obviously he was staring at me just now.

I picked up my own mobile phone, didn't dare to talk, always felt that something was weird.

I didn't let go until I went back to school, I was absent-minded before leaving, and was woken up by my grandfather with a bamboo stick: don't think about it, the car is leaving.

I didn't think clearly what was going on, this kind of thing is a waste of time to think about for a long time, it's better to study. My relationship with my buddies is still the same, but I feel like something has changed. For example, when he asked me for homework, I couldn't bear to ask him to buy food for me.

That's a big problem.

But this is the only question that I don't have the guts to determine.

High school is the stage of spelling, and I gradually dare not be distracted to think about other things. I don't worry about the solid foundation, but I'm afraid that if I see my buddy, it's too easy to get nervous. I bit the tip of my pen and couldn't help but look out the window.

Where did the girl come from, why haven't I seen it, when did he meet, why is he pushing and shoving? !

I bit the pen out of the mark, and when I released it, my teeth ached.

My buddy came in, sat next to me, and said to me: Did you see that girl just now? Find yours.

I:? I don't know you, why are you looking for me?

He stared at me for a while, shook his head with complicated eyes, stopped talking, and finally scolded me: Stupid, you just.

How do you think I've heard it somewhere? I can't remember it for a moment.

At the beginning of my junior year of high school, he didn't look for me much, saying that he was afraid that too much talk would affect my studies. I was so anxious that I couldn't hold back: if you don't look for me, it will affect my study even more.

The buddy seemed a little surprised, and then grinned: Oh, you can't leave me.

I didn't have anything to refute, I just agreed: yes, that's right, okay!

I stayed in the classroom at noon to study, and he came with me. The third year of high school classroom is on the top floor, and when the day is hot, it is like a steamer, and the fan is hot and panicked. He fell asleep and woke up hot, back and forth several times, I couldn't stand it, so I quietly borrowed a spare little fan from the girl and sandwiched it in front of his desk.

When it was almost time for class, I returned the little fan and woke him up. He stretched, his fist almost poking me in the face. I grabbed his wrist and asked him to look at it, but he withdrew his hand and glanced at me: like a stove, who wants to touch you.

After saying that, he went back to his place, and I was so angry that I didn't listen to a single class. It's not the fan I borrowed, it's not that I gave it to him! He didn't even want to touch me! The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and I didn't even accept the ice water he handed me after class.

Cheapskate. He put the water around my neck and took my place at the same table. I threw the water into his arms and lay on the table, silent. He snorted, leaned close to me, and exhaled a hot breath that sprayed all over my neck. He said, "Why do you want me to twist the cap for you?"

I didn't move. He really wrung water for me, put it on the table, and said before leaving: Remember to extinguish the fire, big stove.

I heard my table mates sit down beside me, and they said, "Do you drink this water?" If you don't drink me, take a sip, it's hot to death.

What kind of line is this?! I immediately sat up, quickly grabbed the water into my arms, and refused to give it. grabbed an empty spot at the same table, and said frantically: Damn, can you two not be greasy and crooked as if they were in love?

The water bottle touched my arm, and it was so cold that I felt very cold, and something became clear.

I made a phone call to my grandfather, didn't go around in circles, and said bluntly that I had someone I liked. Grandpa didn't seem surprised at all, and said flatly: Then you bring it back after the college entrance examination and we'll take a look.

I was embarrassed: I don't know if he likes me or not...

Grandpa sighed: You ask, it's right to like it, my grandson, can you not be so cowardly.

The old man gave me the guts, I really went. I rushed into his dormitory with the thought of taking care of him, and he seemed to be just about to wash up, and he looked at me with a stunned face as he pinched his tooth cup and rushed in.

I grabbed him and walked out, he threw the toothcup on the bed and asked me what was wrong. I pulled him to a place where no one was and whispered: Are you taking a shower in the dormitory and coming out naked?

His expression was indescribable, as if he was looking at a neuropath. I didn't care, shook my head and said, "You can't come out naked."

He grabbed his hair: Uh, actually, I didn't...

I stubbornly said, "Because I'm not in your dormitory."

The air was quiet for three seconds, and I heard him laugh, and he said, "Yo, you're pretty domineering?"

After the college entrance examination, I went home happily, but I didn't expect my parents to come back to celebrate my graduation. Grandpa sat on the main seat, glanced behind me, and asked me why I didn't bring anyone back, and grandma sighed and said that she wanted to meet the person I liked.

I said, "You've seen it, the classmate who came back with me before."

Grandma thought for a moment: That male classmate?

My dad's eyebrows flew up instantly: Male classmate?!

My mom didn't speak, and probably hasn't reacted yet. My dad immediately picked up a stick and tried to hit me, but before I could hide, he was stopped by my grandfather. My dad said helplessly: Dad, that's my son! Can't I take care of it yet?

Grandpa rolled his eyes: You are my son, can't I take care of it?

My dad was angry: You just get used to him, you just do!

Grandpa denied: Fart, I'm the least used to him, when did he do something wrong and didn't get beaten by me?

My dad is stuck: Then why don't you let me fight?

Grandpa glanced at him and asked, "What did he do wrong?"

- "That's right"