In the afternoon of the same day, the whole class noticed that Xu Qiangqiang did not come, and the group of people who gathered in the back to fight in the morning were not there; The fight was reported to the head teacher. There is a noisy church transfer going on in the teacher's office. More than a dozen students. They stood in a row against the walls of the classroom, each with their necks hunched and staring at the floor. Xu Qiangqiang stood in front of the head teacher and listened to the head teacher's words. All he worried about was the people who had been standing behind him.

"Father of the child, here is the fried pot at noon! I'm fined, and I'm deducting performance. This has now affected the Principal's Office. A city-level key middle school made a fuss. The head teacher pushed Xu Qiangqiang aside and said to his father standing in front of him, "It's not that I don't want to keep him." ”

The man has fat arms, wears a dark green jacket and black jeans, and has a round beer belly bulging in front of him, and his flabby belly falls on the trouser belt. He glared at his child with fierce eyes.

"It's not that I don't want to keep him," the head teacher repeated, "it's that he's gone too far." "After saying that, go straight to the point, let's expel it, the grade group has approved it." ”

The office was silent.

"Do you hear me?" The father asked the child, "Do you hear that?" ”

Xu Qiangqiang only bowed his head and was silent.

The father took a step forward, "What should I do?" He asked again.

Still silent. In front of his father, he couldn't show his courage even if he was bold.

"What's wrong? Teachers say that you want to hit whomever you want to hit at school, and do all kinds of bad things? The father shouted, "Why don't you speak!" In the face of the dumb child who kept moving his feet back, he stretched out his big broad hand, threw it heavily on the child's head, and slapped it on the child's front head with a bang.

Xu Qiangqiang was already panicked, and when he received this heavy slap, he was in his father's angry shouts. He fell uncontrollably backwards and fell to the ground.

Instead of sympathy, my father became even more angry. When he approached, he stretched out his foot to kick his own child. Fortunately, this move was blocked by the head teacher in time. "Ahhh Several teachers rushed around, and they grabbed my father's arm and pulled him back.

"What are you doing here?" The head teacher asked puzzled, and then said: "Children will make mistakes, of course, they should be taught, but they can't be beaten so casually, do you want to ruin the child's future?" ”

"What else can I look forward to?" The father threw a flick to the head teacher with disdain, "If you don't read well, fighting at school counts as one." He still glared at the child unrelentingly, and said sarcastically, "What future can you have if you don't study, go and sweep the road on the street." ”

"I can't say anything, father." Just then, a math professor wearing two large lenses walked in through the door and stood in front of the door. The prophet had already guessed that this afternoon, in the third part of the first month, there would be such a roaring meeting.

"If knowledge is a necessary ingredient for the fulfillment of the soul, it is like the criterion by which the measure of life is established—wealth; Because wealth brings happiness. But don't worry, that's not enough. The old professor said to his father in a serious manner.

The father half-turned and looked at the professor suspiciously.

"And a partner, or a friend. Then the soul needs something else. The old professor came to his father's side and asked softly, "Have you thought of it?" ”

The father shook his head, unable to grasp his head, who is this person in front of him, and there are philosophers in this school?

"Technology! Ability! The professor turned his hand outward, "Let your child learn a skill, leaving school is not the same as being cornered, yes, you must always be sure that your child can still be nurtured." ”

Perfect words. "Learning technology? Is this an implication that my child must be expelled, and there is no way to leave it unturned? The father understood the advice, "All right, come on." As he spoke, he dragged the child out of the door. Xu Qiangqiang struggled with his feet, hoping that everyone could keep him.

The teachers were silent. The father walked away with the child.

The children leaning against the wall watched as their boss was abducted by a strange barbarian.

"Teach them a good lesson!" After his father took Xu Qiangqiang away, the professor pointed to the wall and waved, leaving his last words.

The head of the year group strode up, clenched his fists, and gave each head a blow. Then wait for the fourth class teacher to continue to fall.

The head teacher sat back in his seat, took a sip of wolfberry chrysanthemum tea, and got up again.

"Stand here." She commanded the children. The children standing in a row walked slowly and slowly, each with a stick.

"See." The head teacher waved the whip she was accustomed to and proud in her hand, and she said, "I'll give you a chance, and then next time, just get out!" She lifted her face slightly towards the door, "Just like him." ”

"Do you hear that?!" The head teacher shouted violently.

"Hmm." "Got it!" The children huddled together said in unison.

Between classes, a few students passing by the office leaned curiously on the window and stared at everything that was happening inside. Suddenly, the head teacher glared at him: this beautiful, beautiful face is really not cute. A few people quickly dodged away.

"That's all I have to say, go back and write a reflection; Why did you do this, what did you do it, and what do you think in your heart now, from beginning to end, write all your thoughts and thoughts for me, asking for more than 1,000 words; At the next class meeting, I will be given a podium and read to the whole class one by one. After speaking, the head teacher raised his whip with his whip, "Let's all go back to class." The children breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the office.

The head teacher was so angry that he threw away the whip in the back. "It's the third year of junior high school, and you can still figure this thing out." She muttered impatiently.

The class meeting is in the next week's free activity class, which should give students homework or read books. The head teacher walked up to the podium, and a group of children in the back of the classroom made a creaking bench sound, and then the children who stood up were called to the podium one by one by the head teacher, each holding a blank piece of paper with lyrical essays written on it, and read it.

Halfway through hearing this, Jiang Yang felt very uncomfortable with many similar reviews, and he guessed that these touching words must have come from the class committee members step by step to clear their current predicament. But they could only succeed, and he felt that it was beyond his expectations to let those sincere, confessional words be placed on the table, and they would be willing to read them every word. Hopefully, they will really benefit from this incident. And so did he.

It was the turn of the last child to take the stage. Jiang Yang deliberately listened carefully to each sentence:

“...... So, I think I'm completely wrong! I want to say sorry to Jiang Yang. Yes, I'm sorry, but it's not easy to be able to get classmates from thousands of people and get together in the same class here. But I'm sorry again for the big fight with you. If you can forgive me, let us be friends forever! "Thank you."

Very nice finish. Jiang Yang listened to the review book that Peng had read, and the last sentence full of sincerity and generosity sounded too flavorful.

After Cheng Peng was allowed to step down, he passed by his desk in the aisle, and he deliberately looked up at him to see what kind of expression he had at the moment, and whether there was resistance or smugness on his face. However, Cheng Peng didn't glance at him, and directly squeezed the back of his classmate and stood on the seat.

This class meeting with special significance became the fuse of the commotion in this school building. At the end of class, those who stood in the corridor muttered and talked about it, and three or four girls sat in a circle on a stone bench and chatted excitedly by the osmanthus tree downstairs. The news spread everywhere inside and outside the classroom: I heard that Xu Qiangqiang was expelled from the fourth class. People warn those who don't know that they can always hear the confused question and answer first: No! Are you sure? How is that possible, who is it?

Even worse, everyone began to look for the cause of this incident. Why don't they show two or three unfamiliar faces outside the door or in the window every time between classes? They pointed to Jiang Yang, who was sitting behind the classroom, and whispered. It seems that everyone knows this.

A weekend with clear blue skies. At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Pingping had just finished eating and sat at the kitchen door washing the dishes and chopsticks piled up in the big basin. She went into the kitchen and dragged the rubber pipe from the sink, unscrewed the faucet, and the water flowed down the pipe into the large basin, and when the water was about to overflow the basin, she turned off the water and sat back on the stool to get busy. After being busy for half an hour, she put the washed dishes and plates on the ground, and three pairs of chopsticks were laid flat on the bowls. When she was done, she struggled to pull the large basin with dirty water and poured it into the ditch in front of the yard. The ditch was low, and the dirty water rushed to the corners of her pants, and she stomped her foot and took the basin back to the kitchen. The washed dishes and chopsticks were also brought into the house, and the floor was swept clean. She let out a long exhale, how could she spend the next half day when she had done everything she needed to do on Sunday.

"I can't read a book." Her brother came out of the house, and that's how she responded.

She went into the bathroom, stood in front of the dresser and looked at herself, loosened her two long braids and tied them into a big ponytail, and washed her face.

She said hello and went out in a casual shirt.

Today's sun is warm and warm, and I don't feel the coolness of autumn at all. Zhang Pingping walked on a large road without shade, feeling deep warmth and splendor, and she smiled and paced to the garden on the opposite side of the countryside. Under an old pine tree, he saw three children lying on the ground playing marbles with a warm heart, and she watched the gamble with great interest. The older boy, I saw him expertly curl his fingers, tighten the marbles, and aim—yes, "Bang." "Beautiful! Pretty! Pretty! The boy shouted excitedly. The other party sighed in dismay, took out a pinball with blue flowers and leaves from his pocket and threw it to him.

"It's so beautiful!" Zhang Pingping also shouted. The children looked up in confusion.

Three pairs of small eyes stared at her with a slight dissatisfaction, as if they were disturbing their mood to play the game, she smiled wryly at them, and hurriedly walked away.

Walk through the path of flowers. Enjoy the refreshing fresh air as the tall greenery rises side by side in the sky. She really likes to walk this cobbled path, which is quiet and comfortable.

After walking the trail, I came to the water pavilion, the water below the pavilion was crystal clear, and of course the water level was not high. She sat down in the middle of the pavilion to rest, and there was no one around, not even when she looked down the road behind her. It was strange to her that there was no one to see on such a sunny and airy Sunday in the garden.

Sit for a while. The breeze blew the big ponytail behind her, and the hair on her forehead fluttered slightly, and she got up and left the water pavilion with her hands blowing the hair from her ears.

She wanted to look deeper into the garden, where she had rarely been in the past, except a few times when she had been playing peek-a-boo with friends. After walking the path between the pavilions and over the fence, there is a dense lawn, and the grass grows luxuriantly on the middle path, and the fork of the path leads to a clearing. Passing by, she saw four middle-aged men sitting around a stone table, leisurely playing cards.

After going around, Zhang Pingping turned around and returned to her favorite cobblestone pavement.

A figure came from the bushes, stepping on the dry leaves and grass in the ground, making a creaking and crisp sound, and Zhang Pingping was attracted by this sound. As soon as she turned her head to look in, the figure had already burst out and hugged her from behind.

"Hah, did you miss me?" The man pressed her hard against himself.

Zhang Pingping struggled to push her elbow back, trying to push him away. The man didn't insist, did so, and let go of her.

"What's wrong, upset?"

"You're running here and trying to scare me to death." Zhang Pingping glared at Xu Qiangqiang with an unhappy expression and asked.

"I don't want you to come." Xu Qiangqiang said as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to his chest.

She didn't have time to refuse before she entered the embrace.

Xu Qiangqiang approached, kissed her face again and again, and then slowly moved to her lips. Stopped, no further progress. Zhang Pingping closed her mouth tightly and blocked his rough tongue. She covered her mouth in displeasure.

Xu Qiangqiang asked with some dissatisfaction: "What's wrong, if you are unhappy, you tell me." ”

Zhang Pingping pushed him away first, looked at him a little nervously and said, "There are some things that I have always wanted to make clear to you." ”

"You say."

"Let's break up."

Hearing this, Xu Qiangqiang was silent for a while, and his eyes gradually flashed. "Break up?" He asked her mockingly.

"Yes, Mr. Xu Qiangqiang. I'll remember you and probably never forget you, but I've thought about it for a long time and we'll have to break up. ”

"You're not kidding, are you?"

"Of course not!" Zhang Pingping said resolutely.

Xu Qiang was annoyed, but he didn't show it immediately, he just took her into his arms again. However, Zhang Pingping had no intention of complying, and stopped her arm in front of Xu Qiangqiang's chest. It's a pity that she stumbled, and her arm was pulled away by Xu Qiangqiang. Xu Qiangqiang stretched out his left arm and clasped her whole body tightly from front to back, so she hugged him again without obeying the call. What's even more shameful is that she didn't expect him to become more shameless, wanting to insult her.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Pingping raised her voice. "Don't mess around."

Xu Qiangqiang ignored it and smiled slyly. He increased the strength of his left arm, and he had to be careful: if he was not careful, he would let the lamb escape. "I'm not going to say yes." Xu Qiangqiang said in a strong voice, his face tightened, "It's so good to you, you want to dump me now." I know why, you think I'm fired, right? ”

"No, no, I just don't like you, I don't like you." Zhang Pingping resisted, squeezed one arm out of her arms, grabbed Xu Qiangqiang's neck, and wanted to push him away.

"Hmph, that's not up to you." Xu Qiangqiang moved her slender wrist acutely. Then he said with an angry face: "Have you forgotten what I bought you?" I invite you to eat so many delicious foods every day, and I don't hesitate to give you money to spend. It's better now, just break up when you say you break up. No way. ”

She didn't seem to answer, only shook her head violently, screaming and shouting. Xu Qiangqiang couldn't control it, so he pulled her to a hidden place behind her. At that moment, Zhang Pingping felt extremely excited and scared, and she couldn't help shouting: "Help, help." ”

Help me? Very clever idea, people often don't care about the shouts of playfulness, but are most sensitive to these kinds of cries for help that may lead to irretrievable lives if they are a second too slow. The word was noticeable enough when it was invented. Xu Qiangqiang never thought that she would be so cunning, in order to avoid him, in order to leave him far away.

An old man came with a child, and they were the first to be attracted by the shout, and the child was the first to see them. "Grandpa, that—someone hit someone," the child said anxiously to Grandpa.

I wanted to take a few more steps into the depths and block her mouth so that I could avoid the eyes of others. It's better to calculate, the pair who came first have already seen them, and more people will gather. Xu Qiangqiang angrily threw down Zhang Pingping, and when he left, he slapped Zhang Pingping heavily in the face, and left a whisper: Wait!

When Xu Qiangqiang pulled his feet and ran away, Zhang Pingping knelt on the ground full of weeds and broken leaves, whimpering and crying. The old man on the road came up and stretched out his hand and said worriedly, "Get up, son, it's dirty underground." She grabbed her in comfort, and then she stood up holding the old man's hand while holding the ground, and after standing firm, she blew her nose and sobbed quietly. Behind the old man, Zhang Pingping saw that in addition to the children who were walking slowly, there were also a middle-aged couple and a boy of the same age as her. The boy kept looking at her without saying a word, and the couple kept whispering something. As she walked from the grass to the paving, the couple standing on the shoulder of the road asked her a lot about what had just happened to her. She answered them truthfully in a mournful voice.

It's not over, Zhang Pingping knows it very well in her heart. Is her liking for Xu Qiangqiang real in the past? What Xu Qiangqiang said was true, since the first year of junior high school, she has become the goal of Xu Qiangqiang's pursuit, and she was too simple at that time. She thinks that as a student, she just carries her schoolbag into the classroom, listens to the class homework, and then goes home with her schoolbag on her back, so the cycle is boring. No one says it's wrong. But the appearance of that person has disrupted her campus life since then. A cup of warm soy milk and rice balls in the morning, there are all kinds of snacks that she usually likes to eat, and she was deeply moved by the other party's dedication. Put it down, completely let it go, my academic performance plummeted, I was almost decadent in the second year of junior high school, I was too lazy to go to class, I was too lazy to go to campus, I just wanted to eat good things and collect beautiful ornaments. She herself noticed that she had changed.

But now, is it really good to make such a decision? Does she understand that there is something missing? And she wants to leave without compensation, can she really be satisfied? She got home, buried her head in the sheets and cried again.

There is a large park 100 meters long near the residential area, and the entertainment equipment in the garden is considered to be a relic of the old era; Loose swings, cramped cradles, rusty spinning lions and a tall, wide iron slide. Every evening, all the children gather here to have fun. There was a group of kids, or boys, who would come here every night around six or seven o'clock and gather in the cloaks on the top of the slide. They decide on the rest of the people by turning their hands and backs of their hands, and there is only one person left, who is called "Zombie" by his playmates. This is a new way to play, everyone is obsessed with this kind of play, it is a strange new trick, the nature of the game is roughly the same as "cat and mouse", but the person who is caught, the person who touches, is not considered to abstain; Join Mr. Zombie and go on to find other "humans".

Today, they were spinning around again, jumping, running, shouting, and playing.

Suddenly, a child who was being chased retracted his legs as he ran towards the intersection. He craned his neck cautiously, staring ahead. Then he shouted, "It's not good, it's not good, there's a little ruffian coming!" The kid pointed to the front gate of the park and shouted frantically.

Those hiding in cloaks, playing on skateboards, all turned their heads around. The children screamed uncontrollably, and they all jumped over the fence and jumped onto the road.

Three people walked through the door, and they found a rest area to sit down and start talking. As soon as the man in the middle sat down, he cursed, spat and slapped heavily on the stone table. The man was clearly angry, and he looked like he couldn't breathe.

"Don't worry, big brother." Someone next to him sat on the table, put one hand on his shoulder, and he whispered: "Isn't it just a fight, it's normal." The man kept patting him on the shoulder.

The angry man continued, "Ugly things appear one after another, even if you are expelled, even Zhang Pingping will go against me." He clenched his fists, thinking about the events of the week, and hatred grew in his heart.

"Do you know what the reason is?" Another person in the room asked.

"The reason? Hells know. Xu Qiangqiang glanced at the questioner, "I've eaten enough and played, I want to leave." ”

"So what do we do next?"

"Cheng Peng." Xu Qiangqiang shouted, "You go to class tomorrow to bring Zhang Pingping out, I still have something I want to ask to understand." ”

"That's it?" The man then asked, seemingly unhappy with the plan, and wanted something more exciting.

"That's it for the time being, of course you have to get it back slowly."

"Big brother, this is not like you, Zhang Pingping's character must depend on you." Cheng Peng leaned over and said hurriedly, "We are mainly thinking about the matter of your expulsion." ”

"yes." After Cheng Peng finished speaking, the person sitting on the table holding Xu Qiangqiang's shoulders responded.

Xu Qiangqiang stood up, and he looked into the distance of the park: there were two children lying on the ground cutting poker.

"Don't worry, that's it for now." He said as he walked towards the two children. The two behind looked at each other, shook their heads, and followed.

There was no one person in the classroom, and the whole class seemed to be completely new and quiet. At the beginning of the new week, the group of classmates who had been rampant in the back row were now shrunken and honestly in their seats, they were all listless without the protection of the big brother's power.

Cheng Peng saw it and thought that many people in the class were looking forward to their removal and dissociating themselves from them earlier. But he was very unconvinced, and he would not allow such a thing.

Today, in order to do a good job of commissioning, he stopped Zhang Pingping early at noon when he got out of school.

"Not going?"

"Yes, just tell him that I don't want to see him."

Such an answer made Cheng Peng really incredible, and he remembered Xu Qiangqiang's words that night. When he insisted on letting Zhang Pingping go with him, Zhang Pingping pushed his hand away and actually scolded him.

Although this did not dispel Cheng Peng's idea, when he was pushed away again, a person behind him was holding his arm, and he turned his head to look behind him - it was Jiang Yang.

"Classmates, I advise you not to go too far." Jiang Yang said behind him.

"Really? I also advise you to be nosy. He threw his elbows back. And Zhang Pingping had already taken the opportunity to pack her schoolbag and leave.

"Very good, very good." Cheng Peng squinted at the person behind him and muttered to himself, nodding thoughtfully.

Since this "Hero Saves Beauty", whether in class or between classes, Cheng Peng has paid close attention to the two of them. He found that many times, Zhang Pingping actively and happily turned her head to make Jiang Yang happy, talking and laughing with him. At the time of the incident, I felt that between the two people, there was something that could be described as ambiguous. It was hard for him to imagine the answer he had come up with.

Once when Jiang Yang went to the toilet between classes, he walked behind Zhang Pingping and wanted to ask clearly. As soon as he started talking to her, he was ruthlessly thrown away by her, and he heard her answer him impatiently: I want you to take care of it. After that, Zhang Pingping kept pretending not to hear anything and ignored him.

"Well, the birds that flew out forgot their nests." Cheng Peng secretly thought, things are really getting more and more complicated.

After school that day, Cheng Peng packed his schoolbag after copying his homework, walked to Jiangyang's seat, and sat on his desk with a fart, "Stay tonight." As he spoke, he stroked his cuffs high from the left to the right and pulled out a bundle of gauze from his pocket. He stared at Jiang Yang, put the gauze around his right finger, and after putting it on, he closed his hands and tightened his fists. It's incorrigible. Jiang Yang thought to himself, their eldest brother was gone, and it was inevitable to trouble him. This is their plan of revenge.

Cheng Peng is moralistic, at least it seems. But is this righteousness in the wrong place? Otherwise, those honest, well-behaved, and obedient classmates in the class would avoid him wherever they saw him.

There was silence on both sides. The atmosphere around me became oppressive: what were the people who stood up after school and put their bags on the table and didn't want to walk away?

Jiang Yang stood up, and then Cheng Peng followed suit, apparently not allowing him to leave. The two only met through eye contact, and Cheng Peng defiantly hooked the corners of his mouth and pestered him to death. He didn't make a move, and the other party didn't want to make a move.

The confrontation lasted for a while. Jiang Yang took out his schoolbag from the desk, and as soon as the schoolbag was taken out of the table, Cheng Peng held it down with his backhand. Suddenly, Cheng Peng pushed him away and staggered. Suddenly, he pounced. There was a thud, and the two were clasped together, and he tugged at his collar shirt as he grabbed his neck.

"Hey, who's that." A man sitting by the window whispered. "Ah, it was him." A litter of people huddled against the glass, looking downstairs in amazement.

One of the people in the nest walked up to Cheng Peng's side, he leaned into Cheng Peng's ear and muttered a word, and then stuck his arm between the two in front of him, insisting that they let go. Unexpectedly, Cheng Peng let go first, he glanced at Jiang Yang with contempt, and then walked back to his seat as if nothing had happened.

When the head teacher walked in through the door, nothing happened. The rest of the students in the classroom all left with their school bags one after another. Only a few people who love to watch the excitement are still standing in their seats.

"How?" The head teacher came to Jiang Yang's side and asked.

For half a minute no one spoke. Everyone looked at Jiang Yang, waiting for his answer. The results were beyond their expectations. "Teacher, I'm fine. But I see it's been so long since school is out, I have to go. Jiang Yang said and threw his backpack over his shoulder. Gu Ling stood in the corridor worrying about why Yangjiang hadn't come for so long, and finally, knowing the reason under Chen Yue's inform, he hurriedly followed the head teacher into the classroom and came to the back row.

"It's okay." Jiang Yang comforted her.