The lights are off

The city is still brightly lit

I could only close my eyes

Also close your heart when you think about it

I became a man with a locked heart

Wandering in an unfamiliar city

You don't have to give alms

He doesn't need sympathy

Three lives in this life

I just scribble

If there is an afterlife

And the afterlife

Afterlife

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Zhang Mian - "Afterlife"

There is no suspense, because of Yue Lei's matter, Hu Dong was once again called to the room by Teacher Xue and blamed him fiercely, according to Hu Xi, if it weren't for the tall son of Mr. Xue, he would be ready to knock Hu Dong's head with a language book, and in Zhang Xuan's impression in the past few months, Hu Dong has not done anything less.

This tall and thin teenager likes to put his hands in his pockets, appearing in front of and behind different people at any time, constantly looking for novelties in the boring days of the third year of junior high school, and amplifying these novelty things, from this point Hu Dong is a person who is not willing to accept the status quo, which lays the premise for his future life.

An autumn rain is cool.

In December, the autumn wind is cold.

The days are a bit tedious, and Zhang Mian really can't remember the coherent nodes between each day and each day, but important things will still shine in his memory, making it easy for people to find him.

Although Principal Hu is the head of a school, he is still a substitute teacher, he is an unsmiling man, with a tall body and gray hair.

At that time, he was not yet fifty years old, and his father said that he was a young bald head.

He is one of the few teachers in a remote rural secondary school who can speak with a pure British accent, and he is an excellent English teacher despite being the principal.

That afternoon, Gao Xiaoya and I corrected the time, and she said it was morning.

Then based on the time Gao Xiaoya said, who made him one of the few readers of Zhang Mian.

Readers can be willful in front of the author, and readers can do whatever they want in front of Zhang Mian.

That morning, in Principal Hu's English class, Principal Hu, who rarely asked questions, went to the blackboard to the sky, first a boy went up, did not write correctly, stood aside, and then called more than a dozen people from the boy in a row without writing correctly.

More than a dozen people, as well as two female classmates, stood in the corner of the window at the front of the classroom, looking very crowded.

Principal Hu's face was particularly ugly, the potholes on his face were distorted differently, and his chest began to rise and fall, which was the prelude to his outburst.

The last time Hu Dong was beaten, Zhang Mian saw that Principal Hu's chest kept rising and falling, as if there was an old man playing with a fitness ball on his chest, rolling up and down.

The classroom was extremely quiet, and the sunlight outside the window seemed to have lost its temperature, and even a sparrow looked at the oppressive scene in the classroom, and just flew to the window and flew back.

As a song goes, there is not the slightest bit of defense.

Starting with the student closest to Principal Hu, Principal Hu swung his textbook and hit him on the head.

With a snap, the ash on the classroom beams was shaken off.

One person at a time, after beating two or three people, the students in the back consciously stepped forward: leading the fight.

The boys exposed what they thought was the hardest part of their heads to meet the blow of the book, and the two girls met the blow with the thickest part of their hair.

There was a crackling sound in the classroom.

After the fight, everyone returned to their seats, and there was no argument, and no one exchanged words, so in an extremely depressing atmosphere, everyone carefully endured until the end of class.

Cao Xiaoshan once told Zhang Mu that he was used by the teacher with a willow strip in March, and his legs were turned into letters, and he could think of the pain and helplessness when he was beaten from Cao Xiaoshan's sad tone, but he couldn't hear any grudges, and every time he took it out and said it, he regarded this incident as an unavoidable major event in his growth process.

The next day, this incident was like a gust of wind in the past, and there was no trace of it, the male classmates should continue to play with a hippie smile, and the two female classmates did not look for death to live, and all the classmates were normal as if there was a sun on a sunny day.

At that time, teachers had "precepts" and students were punished.

Being beaten because of bad grades is not humiliating, it is the teacher's attention to you, and it is a precious memory of life.

Born in the 80s, both parents and students have great respect for teachers.

The family handed over the child to the teacher and said on their lips: "If you are naughty, give me a hard beating"

The teacher beats you for your own good, and it is also for the attention of parents.

If the teacher doesn't beat you, it basically gives up on you, and of course it doesn't rule out that you are too good.

The teacher who wears a robe and holds a ruler only exists in memories or freeze-frame old photos.

When the teacher has no ruler, the teacher is just an ordinary teacher.

Of course, Zhang Mian has also been beaten, and the teacher who beat him has passed away.

Zhang Mian still remembers his earnest teachings.

"How do I have the impression that you and Liu Yifeng were beaten." Zhang Mian sent a WeChat message to Gao Xiaoya.

"You want me to be beaten so much, right?" Gao Xiaoya replied with a crying expression covering her eyes.

Zhang Mian did not fall into the evil, Gao Jiabiao was really evil.

Before talking about Gaojiabiao's evil, let's talk about the story of Guanyin Temple in Gaojia Village.