My heart sank, and my father saw it.

Is it because I have a ghost in my heart and let my father borrow money to reveal my stuffing?

"I remember that Chen Hao, and proudly said that he was not affected by that cultural class. It's only a matter of time before you get beaten for saying that kind of thing, the question is, why don't you say it if you know the person who beat someone? And why are you getting involved with Chen Hao. ”

"As I said, I only found out today that he lives near our house. I was supposed to go to the junior high school to see the teacher, but who knew that something like this would happen? I said.

"Okay, so why don't you tell the truth to the police?" Dad said.

I was stunned for a moment, and my mother saw something and said, "Our son is also a victim, why are you holding on like this?" Do you still suspect that our son is also involved? Have you ever seen someone who was beaten so badly by a kick? Are you suspicious of your child? The more you live, the more you go back? ”

"Don't say I'm really afraid that this is the case, otherwise you can ask him to explain what reason he wants to tell the police that he doesn't know those people? Isn't this helping others? Is it okay to do this kind of thing? Dad said.

"I'm afraid of retaliation from them, if I say who. They are all minors, and they have been arrested for a maximum of several years. After I come out, the next one to be beaten like that will be me, so I don't dare to say. I said.

The mother said, "Look, the child thinks so much. In other words, you say it, and they release it, what do you think the child will become? ”

Dad scratched his head and said, "What you just said was told to you by that group of people, right?" Dare to tell them out, and if they are caught in and come out, they will beat you? ”

I nodded.

"Who hit someone?" Dad said.

"The police will look into it, why do you ask so clearly. What do you want to do when you ask clearly? What if you are really caught and you leak out, what if you really release it and beat our son? Mom said, taking out an old mobile phone with a flip top from under the TV cabinet in the hall.

I took the phone and changed the number, and my mother said, "Use this first, your dad borrowed all the money." We all have to save money, and you wait for the summer vacation to work on your own. When the time comes, buy a mobile phone with your own money, and we will give you a difference price. Didn't you always want an iPhone? Hear it on your own. ”

I nodded.

After that, Chen Hao did not come to school, and the school did not say anything.

The whole class only knew that I had injured my arm, and the description of Chen Hao was almost an understatement.

Some classmates asked why Chen Hao didn't come, and the head teacher only said that Chen Hao's parents asked Chen Hao for leave.

I panicked, but apparently I succeeded.

It was the first class of the afternoon, and Wang Xiaomei's booklet arrived as promised.

It reads: How's your hand? It doesn't matter, right?

I returned: I fell and injured my bones.

It reads: Liu Yang, I'm about to get it done, I asked him to get out of school in the school grove. I'll record and ask him about the blackboard, right?

I replied: Okay, that's inconvenient for me. Can you help me go to the commissary and buy a bottle of water when I get back from class?

Handing the booklet back, Wang Xiaomei nodded her head and stuffed the booklet into the drawer after reading it.

The workbook Wang Xiaomei uses is the kind issued by the school, and basically everyone in the class has two or three copies.

Wang Xiaomei rushed out of the classroom between classes, apparently buying me water.