(120) I was so lucky

I was silent all the way, and my parents didn't ask me what was going on after they saw me, or rather, they didn't say a word to me, they just followed my footsteps in the direction of the teacher's office.

Maybe they're waiting for me to confess and explain to them what happened. But it's impossible, because I don't want to say it myself, but I want to confess, and I won't open my mouth until I find out what our teachers are talking to them. Otherwise, if something goes wrong in the middle, the effect I want may not be fully achieved.

I finally made up my mind, but I can't be ruined just because I can't hold my breath for a while.

When a few of us were about to arrive at the office, Fu Chengwen stopped a few of us in silence.

In terms of the right to speak, almost all of our two families have the right to speak in the hands of Fu Chengwen, so although none of us knows what his intention is in doing this, we all honestly stopped.

Fu Chengwen didn't seem to want to explain, just glanced at me and pushed me to the door. I realized that he might want me to go in and explain to the teacher why the four parents were showing up together, so I didn't ask him why he did it, but obediently took two steps forward and knocked on the office door.

The head teacher seemed to be correcting homework, and when I pushed the door open, he was bowing his head, and when he saw me coming in, he immediately put down his pen, frowned, and asked me sharply:

"What about your parents? Didn't you bring your parents here? What about them? ”

I was still a little apprehensive, because after all, I used Fu Chengwen and Cao Yunxiao. The emotional intelligence of these two people seemed to me to be higher than everyone in the room, and I was really afraid that my acting skills would be clumsy and let the two of them see any flaws, so I was thinking about how I could hide my true thoughts along the way. But when our teacher shouted this sentence like this, the grievances that I had already covered up immediately resurfaced. Where can I care if I am acting, almost in an instant, I lowered my head with red eyes, completely forgot my original thoughts, and said to the five people waiting outside the door with a trembling:

"Mom and Dad, our homeroom teacher ......"

"We're not deaf, so we don't need you to repeat it to us."

Before I could finish speaking, Dad Fu's voice came to my ears, and immediately after, the five of them rushed in, and the expressions on their faces were almost the same heavy.

It is to hold back the heaviness of anger.

Although Dad Fu is good at martial arts, in fact, he is the most amiable of the four of them. In my memory, not to mention who I fought with, I didn't even quarrel with someone, it didn't happen once. I've almost never seen Dad Fu blushing with anyone, but this time, when facing our head teacher, his face would be so ugly.

I watched the expressions of these four parents, especially Dad Fu's already red eyes, and suddenly felt a little uncontrollable tears.

I often feel that my thoughts are extreme, but despite this, I have been seeking an understanding and reliance for so many years, I understand that such ideas are difficult to accept, and I often think about giving up, but maybe because I dare not face the fact that I am afraid of being alone, I still have hope, hoping that even if I am silent, someone will still understand me.

I have never mentioned this matter to anyone, including Fu Chengwen and Cao Yunxiao, as well as Cheng Zexin and the moon. I admit that they have the closest relationship with me other than my parents, but I still don't have the courage to expose my most fatal flaws to them. I can trust that they won't use this shortcoming of mine to hurt me, but I can't believe the word "accident". If someone found out about it from them in some way, I think the consequences would be worse than killing me.

When I talked to Fu Chengwen about this much later, he glanced at me without hesitation. He thinks my idea is very naïve, because in his opinion, not to mention whether anyone will know about it, even if he does, no one will be so boring to hurt me with this kind of thing, after all, there are many interesting things in school, and there is so little time to do these things, who has the mind to waste time on people like me. At this time, I naturally admit that what he said is right, and I can also admit that these strange thoughts are the result of my personality defects. But at the time, I would never agree with him.

At that time, I deliberately kept myself away from the crowd because of my low self-esteem, and even hid my inner thoughts all the time, so I would never let anyone know that I still had such special shortcomings.

But while I had illusions, I always felt that I would never be understood, and I also thought that if I confessed this, it would only lead to a deeper misunderstanding. However, what I didn't expect was that just now, I suddenly felt that the support and understanding I had been looking for had always existed by my side.

It's not that I haven't seen other students get their parents approached. I've seen too many of these dramas since I was a child. After those parents were called, most of them only listened to the teacher's words, and did not ask their children what they had done, and they did not even leave a chance for their children to defend themselves, so they blindly put all the mistakes on their children. And those students who did not make too many mistakes in the first place, and perhaps those who did not make any mistakes at all, under the education of parents and teachers in turn, almost all chose to remain silent in the end and took all the mistakes.

If I were to describe what grievances were, I think the tears left by the children could fully interpret the word "grievances". In fact, it's not a big deal to be misunderstood by people who don't matter. If you are misunderstood by your parents who should trust you the most, that is the real and deadly grievance. So I really didn't expect that I was so lucky to get the understanding and understanding of the four of them.

It was the first time I realized so deeply that the understanding of my parents was so important to me, and it was also the first time I realized that their love for me was so great and deep.

And I'm very lucky to be alive. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "A Paper into a Book, a Thought into a Written Claw Book House" for the first time.