At this time, the scene is no longer in his dormitory, but a school, a very old school, and a primary school student walks home in fear, looking left and right from time to time.

When he walked to the back wall of the school, five big students suddenly rushed out from the side of the plate, surrounded the student group, and blocked the wall. Zhao Jiayuan looked at these, and the picture was so familiar.

"I didn't get enough of being beaten yesterday, right, I already said yesterday that I must pay protection money today, what about protection money?" One student said.

"I really don't have any money, I've already given it all to you." The student who was surrounded said timidly.

With a "snap", the student who spoke before slapped the face of the surrounded student with one palm: "Don't be ashamed of your face, don't pay protection money, brothers, give me a beating." ”

Zhao Jiayuan saw this, he wanted to go up to stop it, but the picture changed again, his consciousness was slowly weakening, he and the students who were surrounded before became one, Zhao Jiayuan at this time is this student, this is himself when he was a child.

He saw five big men in front of him walking towards him, one of them kicked him in the stomach, he crouched down in pain, and the others immediately came up and punched and kicked him.

Because the family is very poor, my parents went out to work, and they left for a long time, and they couldn't even come back for the New Year. I lived with my grandparents, and my life was very hard.

When he was a child, Zhao Jiayuan was also very short, because of family reasons, his temperament was very introverted and timid.

There are often people in the school who collect protection money, and if they don't give it, it will be a beating, and Zhao Jiayuan when he was a child was the object of their protection money.

He also reported to the teacher, but because of the report, these school gangsters "took care" of him.

Because he has no money and is not beaten less, every day after school can be said to be a nightmare for him, and every day is terrifying.

This time he was forced to do nothing, he thought of resisting, just after school, he held the pencil sharpening knife tightly in his hand, when these students beat themselves, he closed his eyes and waved the knife in his hand vigorously.

He felt a salty sensation in his mouth and an oily sensation on his face.

"Ah......h

"Ah, murder." Another cry rang out, and he slowly opened his eyes to see a student lying on the ground, his hands and face covered in blood. The other students have already run away.

Did you really kill someone? Have you become a murderer yourself?

Zhao Jiayuan was scared, and the knife in his hand was lost, so he got up and ran home.

The grandparents had not yet come back from their outing, so he ran into his room, locked the door tightly, and curled up in the bed, shivering.

After a short time, there was a "bang", and the door was kicked open with great force, accompanied by a shout: "What about people, come out for Lao Tzu." ”

No one in the family responded, only the dog was barking.

But after a while, the barking of the dog was gone, replaced by a screaming of the dog, and then the sound of ping-pong in the room, the sound of broken wood, the sound of broken glass, and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

After a while, the sound disappeared, and then Zhao Jiayuan heard footsteps walking towards his house, and then there was a "bang" sound, and a heavy object smashed on the door.

Zhao Jiayuan was frightened, he hurriedly got off the bed and climbed under the bed.

The door on the side of the "bang" was smashed and fell to the ground, kicking up dust on the ground.

Zhao Jiayuan saw a pair of feet coming from under the bed and stopped in front of the bed.

Zhao Jiayuan didn't even dare to breathe at this time, tears were snatched from his eyes, and he covered his mouth with his hand to prevent himself from making a sound.

There was another sound of "ping pong", and Zhao Jiayuan saw items smashed on the ground.

The person who came seemed to have finished venting, stopped his movements, and walked out.

Zhao Jiayuan didn't dare to come out, he was still lying under the bed, but after a while he heard the sound of "crackling", and then he saw the fire, and bursts of smoke rushed in.

Zhao Jiayuan struggled to climb out of the bed and wanted to run out, but the outside of the room was surrounded by fire, he looked at the fire in front of him, slowly devouring all this, the fire slowly became bigger, and there was fire all around him.

He looked at the fire in front of him in a daze, his consciousness was already uncontrollable, he stood in place, he was frightened, tears flowed uncontrollably, and he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his chest, and consciousness regained a little. "It's a fantasy, it's not real, wake up, wake up." He was trying to admonish himself.

At this moment, a figure appeared in the sea of fire and rushed towards him. How familiar the face is, waking up crying in a dream late at night, the person who thinks about his dreams is his grandfather, he rushes towards Zhao Jiayuan despite the danger of the sea of fire.

"Grandpa." Zhao Jiayuan cried and shouted.

Then the grandfather hugged him and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, the family, there is a grandfather." Then he rushed out again.

The scene changes again, it is a funeral, the funeral of an old man, and there is a cry in the courtyard.

In the middle of the mourning hall is not a coffin but a bed, on which lies an old man, and in front of the bed there is a photograph of his grandfather, smiling at him.

Seeing this, Zhao Jiayuan could no longer suppress his feelings, knelt down, and cried loudly: "Grandpa, grandpa." ”

I have lived with my grandfather since I was a child, and I have a deep relationship with my grandfather. Not being able to see his grandfather for the last time because of school was a lifelong pain in his heart.

He knelt and came to the bedside, the old man's eyes were closed, and there was a trace of regret on his face: "Grandpa, the grandson is here, can you open your eyes and see your grandson?" Grandfather. ”

Zhao Jiayuan lay on the side of the bed and cried in pain. I missed the last meeting with my grandfather, and before I could be filial, my grandfather passed away.

From his grandfather's expression, he could see that it was a pity that his grandfather couldn't see his grandson for the last time.

The cold feeling coming from his chest was even stronger, and there was a flash of light, but at this time, Zhao Jiayuan was completely filled with thoughts and pain in his heart, he just wanted to look at his grandfather and watch quietly.

At this time, there was a dazzling light on his chest, and Zhao Jiayuan saw the grandfather on the bed disappearing little by little: "Grandpa, grandpa." ”

He stretched out his hands and grabbed at the old man, but he didn't catch anything, and the old man on the bed turned into starlight and slowly disappeared.

"Grandpa, grandpa." Zhao Jiayuan struggled to wave his hands towards the place where the old man disappeared, he wanted to grab something, even if it was a little.

The light was gone, the illusion was gone, and Zhao Jiayuan was kneeling beside the bed at this time, crying bitterly. (To be continued)