A black car with high beams on its headlights is heading in the direction of the campus. The sound of raindrops crashing on the windshield and the windshield wipers rotated rhythmically. The light emitted by the high beams turned on by the vehicle extends from the front of the car to the front, and the vehicle drives towards the lights at a constant speed and slowly. The car driving forward with its high beams on, like a hunter lost in a strange forest, is weak.

The car is driving slower and slower with the change of weather, which also makes the driver of this car have the mind to look left and right to see his masterpiece.

The sharp wind concentrated all the raindrops on the leaves, and the weak leaves could not hold on, and they were defeated in the onslaught of the wind and rain. In this way, the leaves broke free from the shackles of the branches, flew to the tiles of the retro school building, rippled on the lake, and finally gradually sank to the bottom of the lake, and gradually sank to the glass of the car in the ocean.

Zhou Yang looked at the leaves attached to the windshield, as if he thought of something that he shouldn't think, the speed of the car became slower and slower, but the pace of the wipers was getting faster and faster, maybe some of the leaves were like a demon, attached to the glass, just where he could see.

"Hey, Principal Zhou has no problem, right?" Zhou Yang recalled that the afternoon before yesterday, the mayor took a fancy to the century-old trees in the school and wanted to recycle them at a high price, but he didn't know what to do at that time.

"That, emmmm." Principal Zhou's face was full of embarrassment, and he didn't know how to answer, because someone had already prepaid for the tree in advance, and the buyer was himself. Five days later, Friday was his wife's birthday, and he wanted to solemnly confess to his wife once again in front of all the teachers and students of the school, and make a sacred oath in front of this tree with a different meaning.

"Principal Zhou, if it's inconvenient, forget it. I'm here mainly to let you know if you can continue to pass next year's audit, and you don't have to worry about such small things. "That being said, the mayor didn't have a good face in front of him, and he had a straight face, as if he was saying to you in death, you're finished.

Everyone knows that this is an unfair negotiation, but if you don't want to lose so much shame, you have to consciously lose something at the right time, something that is difficult to express.

Principal Zhou nodded, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Of course you can, mayor, this tree should have been handed over to you." This tree has been overwhelmed by a hundred years of wind and rain, and only a person of great achievements like you, the mayor, can radiate under your meticulous and comfortable care. Awaken the spirit of tree planting to protect trees and love nature. Principal Zhou accepted God's judgment on him, and then stopped patting him on the back.

In the evening, pairs of excavators drove into the school, and the old trees were uprooted by mechanical action, leaving only one that could not fill the big hole.

The car continued to drive forward slowly, looking out of the window, the shadows of the trees outside were like you with hideous faces, surrounding him. As time passed, the rain became more and more violent, and white lightning illuminated the land in front of him, but after a while, there was no trace, and the thunder came slowly, bringing the wrath of the gods.

The wind and rain seemed to swallow everything, and the car's high beams never seemed to shine far.

The splashing road caused waves, and the tires of the car rolled over them and finally stopped.

The school playground is wide and empty, except for the rows of trees, only a sculpture in the middle, surrounded by darkness between lightning and lightning, has been subjected to wind and rain, which adds a little meaning. Principal Zhou pushed the car door and opened the umbrella to get out of the car and look at his sculpture.

Zhou Yang held the umbrella in one hand, and the other hand was placed on the arm on which he was holding the umbrella. The sound of heavy rain from the surface of the umbrella is disturbing.

He looked at the sculpture quietly, and the sculpture looked at him quietly. Finally, when he stopped looking at the sculpture, and the sculpture didn't seem to look at him anymore, he saw the line on the stele that read, "Fight for the childhood of all children."

Huge lightning bolts pierced the sky, and shadows on the ground stretched forward into his memories.

Lightning took Zhou Yang back to that night, when the operating room of the hospital was brightly lit.

Crying spread all over the corner, and the heart-rending cry added a malice to the world.

The children in front of the doctors and nurses are holding them and begging but to no avail, something has happened and you simply have no ability to do anything.

"Why can't I sign? Why, am I not a family member of a patient? Just because I'm a kid, my decision was easily overlooked, right? ”

"That's right, just because you're a kid, you don't understand anything." The doctor in the white coat squatted down and looked at the child, and the child's eyes were full of anger, unwillingness, and doubt.

"No, I know better than anyone else, no one understands better than me, I'm the only one who can save my mother. I know what you're trying to say, I'm a kid, I can't make any important decisions, and the responsibility for medical malpractice is all your doctors' responsibility, because if you're a kid, fart won't work. But I can tell you very clearly, there will be no doctor-patient disputes, because the man who can make the decision is dead, he will not come back, he never came back. The child roared angrily, and every word was straight to the heart.

"I'm sorry, we can't do this surgery" The doctor's words were short and clear, like a judge on high in the sky, facing him with the coming trial.

"You could have saved her, but you didn't, and I will remember that you killed people."

"We could have saved her, but that person didn't come, and we will remember that he is the victim, and we are just victims, and we have no choice."

In the simple white hospital corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant water, a little boy is holding the doctor and crying, two small teardrops, slowly sliding from the child's eye socket to the ground.

Two small splashes jumped on the white marble floor, and a long-brewing storm was about to sound.

The rain became heavier and heavier, the wind blew more and more violently, and the violent thunder and frequent electric light were like the convulsions of a child crying, and the cry resounded throughout the world.

Zhou Yang in the rain could no longer feel whether it was tears or rain on his face. He thought of his father and his son, and made a comparison by the way.

"Uncle, what are you doing here again?" Zhou Yang looked at Zhou Tai, who was pointing his finger at him, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Atai, I told you to be polite when you speak, and you can't point your finger at others, especially since I'm your father."

"No, you've never been, you've never fulfilled your obligations as a father, you've never been on time." Zhou Tai sat in the room holding his own notebook, his face full of disdain.

The pain of déjà vu surfaced in Zhou Yang's mind, making his eyes red, "The child is actually not what you think, Dad loves you, Dad loves you the most, if Dad has any shortcomings that need to be changed, just tell me, believe me, believe me, really believe me." ”

"Remember how many marks I got on my last exam?" The son's face was full of disdain, like a child scolding a doctor.

"Full score in Chinese, 98 in mathematics, I don't remember English very well." My father's words were short and hurried, like a doctor who is not good at words.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the son's face, which made the father tremble.

"If you look at this carefully in your self-study, you will know what you are doing wrong, really." The son's hand was a Chinese test paper with a full score, and the father looked at his son's hand, it was a full-score essay, and the topic was Firefly's Night.

Today, as always, my father and I went to the woods in the mountains behind the school for a barbecue once every seven days. Behind the mountain was covered in snow, my father and I chopped wood in the woods and set it on fire, with a small pot of my favorite roast duck and chicken thigh sausages on top. Just as we were full of tea and rice, fireflies emerged from the woods .......

My father's eyes were glued to the words in the essay, as always, my father and I, barbecue, favorite food, fireflies.

Zhou Yang remembered a joke his wife told him last time: "My son likes to raise animals recently, especially fireflies. Until one day he saw that in the animal world, fireflies will not appear in winter, and cried for a while, not to mention how funny his expression was. Zhou Yang also remembered what he said to the teachers and students of the school on the fire day: "Due to the recent dry weather, it is strictly forbidden to carry open flames, barbecues, smoking and other behaviors in the mountain behind the school. "Memories are like a dam with a valve open, memories are swept over like a flood. At the family banquet where Zhou Yang rarely appeared, his wife mysteriously came over and said to him: "The child has grown recently, you have to find more things that Zhou Tai likes for him to eat" and pointed to the dishes on the table as he spoke, "I can see that the relationship between your father and son has not been very good recently." The wife kissed her husband on the cheek and got up and went to the toilet, and then the father put every dish in his son's bowl, and said, "Meat and vegetarian matching." ”

The pain was as unbearable as suffocation, and the hunter, who thought he could protect everything, lost all his arms and allies, and the hunter reached out to push away the bushes in front of him, trying to find his way home, but at this time, his feet slowly reached into the mire.

Today's rainstorm not only did not calm down because of the change of time, but became more ferocious, the wind controlled the cold raindrops to hit Zhou Yang's face, the deafening thunder echoed in his ears, and the lightning split the night in front of him, illuminating the sculpture in front of him. The man felt that the sculpture was mocking himself wordlessly, fighting for the childhood of all the children could not subside in Principal Zhou's mind for a long time, and the leaves were blown by the wind and attached to Zhou Yang's face, a place he felt.

The man stood there like a sculpture with an umbrella, the sound of the rain and the wipers beating regularly, and the high beams on the front of the car no longer seemed to shine in the direction in front of him.