Railroad Middle School Library.

Uncle Wang sat alone in front of his shabby desk, he seemed to be leaning against the cold wall weakly, one hand slightly raised above his head, and at the moment he was looking at a photo that he was holding tightly in his hand with tears in his eyes.

There are three people in the photo, a man, a woman and a child.

The man was probably in his thirties, had a clean short haircut, and was quite handsome. The woman in his arms had straight black hair, and at this time she was snuggled in the man's arms like a bird, smiling sweetly.

In the middle of the two, there is a child about ten years old, who seems to be somewhat naughty, making an exaggerated grimace at the camera.

There is no doubt that this is a family portrait of a family of three. Judging from the photos, the family is happy and full of happiness.

Uncle Wang's hand clenching the photo was trembling slightly, and at this time, he could no longer suppress his feelings, tears couldn't stop flowing from the corners of his eyes, and then coldly crossed his cheeks.

"I miss you two...... Do you feel it......"

Uncle Wang blocked the photo in his chest, and he cried even more sadly.

If you don't carefully compare the man in the photo with Uncle Wang, it is difficult for anyone to think that the handsome middle-aged man in the photo is actually the current Uncle Wang with stubble and half-white hair.

The woman and child in the photo are Uncle Wang's wife and son. The photograph was taken six years ago during a family trip when he was 34 and his son was 10.

Uncle Wang's real name is Wang Changyu, he just turned 40 this year, and when he talks about the title of "Uncle Wang", he was actually called by the students here as early as when he first became the dormitory manager. Because the dormitory management is in the impression of the students. It's not an uncle or an aunt, it's not a grandfather, a grandmother, and there are very few young men in their early twenties.

So the students at that time were a little spoofed and gave Wang Changyu a friendly nickname "Uncle Wang". As a result, the nickname "Uncle Wang" was called by the students one by one.

It is no exaggeration to say that there are students who go to school in Railway Middle School who don't know who the principal is, but there is absolutely no one who doesn't know who Uncle Wang is.

And the title of "Uncle Wang" has gradually changed from a nickname to a veritable one. Especially in recent times.

Wang Changyu in the past two months, if you can see it from the face alone. He was barely a teenager old. Not only did most of the hair turn white, but the wrinkles on his face also began to increase due to the accumulation of sadness.

In fact, it is already a miracle for him to be alive and strong. Because in the past two months, he has experienced the pain of losing a child from a white-haired person to a black-haired person, and the pain of losing his wife.

If he hadn't had a nearly eighty-year-old mother to take care of, he would never have continued to live alone. Because for a man who has lost his sustenance, who has lost his direction, who has lost all hope. Being alive is the most painful thing in the world.

How many times, in these days, he has lost count of how many times he has woken up crying in his sleep. I can't remember how many times I have dreamed of my wife and children, and they looked at me with pained faces. Constantly waving at him.

"Wait for me...... When I send my mother away, I'll go down and accompany you......"

After Wang Changyu cried fiercely, he felt a little happier in his heart. He waved his hand to wipe away the tears from his face, and then looked at the rows of bookcases in front of him.

Staring into the bookcase. That's what he does in a day's work. There were almost no books in the library, and if any, there were tutorial books, so few people came in during the week.

Looking at the bookcase, I don't know how long I was in a daze. Wang Changyu suddenly heard a soft sound of the door opening, his body trembled slightly, and then subconsciously looked towards the door.

After a while, I saw a tall and thin student walk in. Wang Changyu had some impression of this student, because he had seen this student and a group of gangsters from other schools standing on the sidewalk opposite the school and smoking.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Changyu glanced at his watch and knew that this was not the end of class, so this student appeared here, it could only be sent by the teacher, or he really had nowhere to go after skipping class, and planned to pass the time here.

"Uncle Wang...... There's something I want to sue you. ”

The person who came was none other than Deng Wenjun, who was determined to tell Uncle Wang the truth of the matter. As for his good buddy Ye Fei, he chose to give up after repeated hesitation, perhaps out of cowardice or luck.

Deng Wenjun felt that he was a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it was difficult to protect himself, so naturally he didn't have the heart to care about Ye Fei, so he decided to seek truth from facts and confess to Wang Changyu.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Changyu still said the same sentence, but his tone was a little better.

"Can I come in now?"

Wang Changyu didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this student's gourd, but he wasn't afraid of anything, he nodded:

"Come in. If you don't have anything to do with me, don't blame me for kicking you out. ”

With Wang Changyu's permission, Deng Wenjun tiptoed into the library. Because the library is on the shady side, the light in the room is very dim, and Wang Changyu did not turn on the lights, so Deng Wenjun felt a little sultry.

Seeing that Deng Wenjun had already come in, Wang Changyu subconsciously put the photo on the table into the drawer of the desk, and then said coldly:

"What's the matter, let's talk about it now."

"Yes...... It's about your son. Deng Wenjun gritted his teeth, but still said this sentence:

"Your son's name is Wang Yue, right? He also attended the railway middle school and was in his third year of junior high school. ”

The railway middle school is divided into two parts, junior high school and high school, and the two school buildings, one at the south end of the playground and the other at the east end of the playground, are not too far away because the school area is limited.

"About my son? My son is dead! ”

Mentioning his son Wang Yue again, Wang Changyu had just soothed some of his feelings, and suddenly there were signs of rolling.

"I know he's dead." Deng Wenjun nodded in a deep voice:

"But do you know how he died?"

Hearing Deng Wenjun say this, Wang Changyu's heart "chuckled", and his face suddenly changed:

"Didn't Satsuki fall off the wall because she was naughty......

"Of course not!" Deng Wenjun took a deep breath and interrupted Wang Changyu:

"Your son was beaten to death!"

Hearing this, Wang Changyu's face showed a look of disbelief, and it was obvious that Deng Wenjun's words surprised him too much. (To be continued......)