But after lunch, the sun suddenly became scorching, more than twice as hot as in the morning. I'm fine on the ground, and my parents are adults, so there's nothing wrong with that. It's my sister who has the problem.

She was placed in the middle of the stairs, and she already felt dizzy in the air. After standing for a long time, her legs were sore, and I watched from below, and I felt that her legs were shaking a little. Coupled with the exposure to the sun, it didn't take long for my sister to lose her physical strength, dizziness, and the tiles in her hand were unstable and thrown directly to the ground.

I was standing below her, and she threw it directly on my head.

I was caught off guard by this blow, and my brain immediately opened, and on the top of my head, blood gushed out red

Maybe I was stunned, I didn't know the pain, and I didn't fall down immediately, I just raised my head in a daze, looking up. It took me a long time before I felt dizzy, and then I couldn't stand on my feet and fell to the ground.

I don't know what happened next, but when I woke up, I was lying at my uncle's house, with a big net tied to my head, and it was very painful. And at this time, the house has been overhauled and can be moved in. So the hell knows how long I slept.

I didn't see my sister when I got up, but when I asked, I found out that she had already gone to school and that the enrollment procedures had been completed.

In the evening, my sister returned. I noticed that the way she looked at me was strange, not as clear as before. It wasn't until later that I realized what that look meant, and it was simply guilt.

After dinner in the evening, my sister gave me a very interesting tile. And told me that this tile was the one that smashed my head open and stuck it on my head and didn't fall off. Again, the doctor took it down.

I felt my hands shaking when I held the tiles. The tile was very pointed, and there were blood stains on it. Needless to say, it's my blood.

However, I didn't understand what my sister meant when she gave me this thing, and under her instructions, I discovered that there were metal pieces of the same color as the tiles hidden in the sharp corners and blood stains.

I smashed the tiles, and what I got was a flat piece of metal like a knife. The shape is similar to that of the ancient coin knife coin.

I was pierced in the head by this knife, so to speak.

The metal sheet has a blue-green mold and is engraved with a three-character pattern. This pattern looks familiar, it seems to have been seen in some book or TV, but I don't recognize it.

However, I like this knife-shaped metal piece very much, probably because I thought it was the shape of the knife. After all, boys like knives.

I couldn't put it down, I played with it all day, and slowly grinded off part of it and grinded it out of a black color, probably its original appearance.

The next day I was taken to school, and I naturally carried the little knife in my bag.

In the countryside, it is a mistake to run around with small people. When I first went to Guangxi, I didn't understand the local dialect. I finally understood, I could speak, and I moved back. As a result, I'm the other way around, but I don't understand the local dialect of Hunan, and I can't speak it.

Rural primary schools are taught in dialects, and on the first day I went, I was stupid, basically talking with chickens and ducks, and I didn't understand a word. This also became the reason why I was bullied later.

I was in the third grade, and I was the target of bullying from the third to the fifth grade. But my sister won't let me be bullied, although she doesn't know dialects, but she just flew out in Mandarin, scolded the people who bullied me, and even used her hands to attack directly.

But my sister graduated after my fourth grade and went to junior high school, and in the latter part of the year, I had no one to protect me. However, in the following year, I learned the local dialect of Xiangtan, Hunan, and the children's learning and receptivity is quite good.

And the academic performance has also begun to go from the bottom to the top to the top. But even so, I still haven't gotten rid of the shadow of being bullied.

However, after my sister graduated, I gained my first friendship, which was my first friend after returning to Hunan, and it was he who protected me and kept me from being bullied too much before I became independent.

This friend is in the same village as me, and his name is Wang Xin. His family is relatively well-off, his father is a businessman, and it is said that he also has a restaurant. And he himself, tall and strong, is the second strongest in the class.

The first Zhuang is a ruffian, that is, the person who bullied me, and at the same time, he is also a bully in the school, and it is not a problem to bully others.

In the sixth grade, I completely let go, whoever messed with me, I fought with whomever I wanted. In the absence of Wang Xin once, I had a hard time with the first strong.

I have good grades, and I am the leader of the group, responsible for sending and receiving homework for this group of students. This first strong happens to be in my group, and this day this thing is lazy, and he didn't do his homework. When I went down early in the morning to collect my homework, the goods threatened me, told me to hide it, and drew a tick for him. Otherwise, make me look good.

You say you beg me, and I'll think about it. You threaten me directly when you come up, who can stand it? What's more, I have long had a lot of resentment against him.

I angrily refused and said harshly, I would tell the teacher.

This thing was immediately angry, and he actually said with a disdainful look and tone that I would only sue, just like a little girl. It's like I'm wrong, it's wrong.

But I ignored him and walked to the office with my homework. But before I stepped out of the classroom door, the thing actually jumped behind me on the table, and pushed me out with both hands.

Our classroom was on the second floor, and I was pushed by this, hit the guardrail, and almost fell straight down. But fortunately, I was relatively short at the time, and the center of gravity of my upper body happened to be blocked by the guardrail, so I didn't fall down. However, all the homework books in my hands were scattered.

I was so frightened that I didn't relieve. And the thing, unrepentant, rushed up, bent over, and pulled at my feet. Facing down, I immediately fell hard.

My mouth hit the concrete floor, and I immediately felt numb in my mouth, and I couldn't even feel it when I was facing the door.

This is not the end, this thing is a ruthless and vicious person, and I don't know why he is so ruthless at a young age. After throwing me down, he didn't care whether I was alive or dead, and stomped on my back.

With this kick, I felt like my back bone was about to break, and finally I couldn't bear it anymore and arched up in pain. At this arch, my face left the ground, and I saw that on the ground where I was lying on my stomach, there was a bloodstain, scarlet and scarlet, very terrifying.

It was only then that I realized that I had suffered multiple injuries, my nose was bleeding profusely, apparently from a broken internal structure. But the most important thing is that my mouth is very swollen at this time, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a sausage mouth.

But that's nothing, my front teeth, one of them, was broken diagonally in the middle, and the blood was pouring out of the gums.

I've had my teeth replaced, and I'm never going to have teeth again in my life. At this point, I am a toothless person, a person whose image has been ruined. I knew this very well, after all, I was in my teens at that time.

I was stunned for a long time, and kept licking my broken teeth with my tongue, not wanting to believe that this was true.

However, the bully was not at all frightened by the blood on the ground, and kicked me in the ass again, and I almost lost my balance and fell again.

It was this kick that completely drove me crazy. I went crazy and yelled and stood up, startling him. And I took the opportunity to push him hard and pushed him back into the classroom.

This thing is the master of fighting and living, although I was pushed back to the classroom, but I didn't panic at all. As I followed up, I flew up and kicked over.

I was already mad, and this kick didn't kick me down easily, but it also kicked me into the corner. Seeing this good opportunity, the goods caught up with me in two steps, and as soon as he raised his foot, he stepped on my chest and pressed me against the wall.

To be honest, it's incredible in retrospect, how did he lift his legs so high?

But that's not the point, the point is, I'm really on fire this time. casually picked up the stationery box on the desk next to him and smashed it on his calf.

At that time, most stationery boxes were made of iron sheets, which was very durable and sturdy. I smashed it with the greatest force in my life, and I heard the loud sound of the stationery box bending.

The creature fell down with a thud, holding the calf that I had hit, and rubbing it vigorously on the ground.

But am I the one who will give up? Am I going to degas so easily? kicked open the small broken desk, picked up the small bench behind the table, picked it up, and smashed it on him.

I distinctly remember that I smashed it twice, once on his calf, and I heard a sound similar to breaking, very small, but not a small bench breaking. The second time, I smashed him on the left shoulder and knocked him unconscious.

There was a third one, and I remember I had my eye on his head. However, at this time, the head teacher had already arrived, snatched the bench from my hand, and stopped me.

My primary school homeroom teacher's surname is Huang, I only remember so much, she was a female teacher, and she was a very nice person. In that incident, I broke my front tooth, and the other party's family paid me 700 yuan. This was a lawsuit for arbitration and a medical appraisal before compensating for the cost of the filling, and the other party was unwilling to pay at first.

It's no wonder that people are not guilty, after all, I also fought back, and the two benches broke the calf bone of the goods, and the shoulder was almost dislocated, and it was very swollen. After his legs are healed, his shoulders are not yet healed, so he still hangs them up and comes to class.

Of course, the result of the arbitration was that I did not have to compensate him for his medical expenses. There are a lot of items to consider in the arbitration, so it is not biased in my favor, and the arbitration is still very fair.

After this incident, my life at school got better. So far, I haven't been bullied again, and I even feel that even my sixth-grade classmates are a little afraid of me.

In sixth grade, my spring arrived. My academic performance has reached the peak, and there is always a place for me in the top three of my class. And my friend, from only one Wang Xin, has one more ambition. I also have a friend who is very interesting, and I was the first person to start writing letters and making pen pals.

This friend is a member of our class study committee and is responsible for assisting the teacher in checking and changing the language assignments of the whole class. I used the homework book to communicate with him.

It was an essay assignment entitled "My Childhood". I wrote about my life in Guangxi, and because I felt so deeply, I couldn't help but write more, and it was seven or eight pages of paper.

To be honest, it feels so fake to me, like an unreal story. If the teacher or the study committee called two other classmates to help him revise his homework see it, they may directly cross me and ask me to rewrite it.

Naturally, the study committee saw my composition, and because the revision of homework was done during the end of class, there was not enough time, so this guy actually took my homework book back and gave me his homework book in exchange.

I wrote my homework that day in his notebook, and that guy took my homework book to watch my composition, but he didn't write my homework for the day.

The next day, I was named by the teacher, and this was the first time I was named and criticized, and I hated that guy so much. On the third day, I couldn't help it, wrote directly in the homework book, and scolded the study committee members.

Who would have thought that the study committee would actually write an apology in red pen at the end of my writing, and tell me some of his secrets.

That's it, you come and go, and I talk to him with the homework book. There was a lot of red handwriting in my homework book, and it was so conspicuous that he was afraid of being discovered, so he put a note in my homework book to write.

This was the first time I wrote a pen pal, and the most ironic thing was that he and I were classmates and we could see each other every day.

But what makes people speechless is that I have not had any contact with this study committee member since I entered the school, let alone spoke. Even after handing over a pen pal, we didn't speak to each other. Even if they did, they only smiled awkwardly at each other and never made a sound.

Of course, it can't be a guy who makes me happy to write letters and have pen pals. That's right, this study committee member is a girl, and she is the girl who is considered to be the most beautiful in the school.