It should still be summer vacation, so only the children of the second year of high school tutoring came out of school, and when they walked at the school gate, the old Ye who had two gray temples walked out slowly from the door with his hands behind his back, he was more than one meter eight tall, never hunchbacked, energetic, age gave him a docile cultivation, but with the legendary domineering around him, the students would not take the initiative to approach him, although today's students lack some bone marrow in the real respect for the teacher, but also less the poverty of the students back then, after all, human civilization is making rapid progressWar and confrontation are instinctive, but a healthy society can influence the tyrants in the hearts of the people living inside, in short, follow the law, adhere to the normal trajectory of life, don't engage in specialization, and make it different from others. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A girl who trimmed the trouser leg of the school uniform quickly bypassed him with small steps, the distant and familiar scene made Sanbao laugh naturally, he was in the milk tea shop across the road at the school gate, Lao Ye glanced over, naturally did not remember that this was a naughty student back then, there are too many such children, just need to pay attention to the current is enough to work, Lao Ye long legs step on an old-fashioned bicycle, from his body it seems that he has not used his fists and feet for many years, and the new generation of obedience and obedience can be cured with mouth cannons, I don't know what method he will use to govern the school when his teeth are not neat, with his eyes, think about the evolution to that point, he should be able to do it, so when Sanbao and Lao Ye passed by, Sanbao seemed to have a moment back to the golden age of Lao Ye's body, which was described by passion.

The tension at the school gate continued, and it was not surprising that these people were gathered together, and the gangsters of different camps were now facing weak individuals and their unity, like grasshoppers of different colors on a rope, and they were surrounding a pockmarked girl, her hair sticking to the dirt on the ground, sticking to her cheeks, looking dirty, like a poor little wild cat under siege, several people laughed and said more excessive, and were about to get started, the girl's eyes were full of horror, and later, a brave young man rushed out of the crowd, and he gave people an unreal feeling, Impulsive like a sharp iron spear, a good mess of punches to disrupt the formation, crazy with a beastly roar Wan pulled the girl's emaciated body out of the crowd, but almost instantly was pressed to the ground, those people were almost morbid to uphold some bullying plus two feet of this sentence, even the good children passing by squeezed in and wanted to kick it, the boy protected the girl under him, let the fists and feet impact on himself, the young man's facial features were just a little immature three treasures, He suddenly remembered that it was the nine-foot old man who had just passed by who kicked through the crowd like Sparta to rescue himself and her who was persecuted, and when he mentioned dropping out of school, he blamed himself for everything and said that everything was his dereliction of duty.

But in fact, in the current Sanbao's view, school violence is not a person's problem, but the impetuousness of the whole society, especially children without a sound personality are most likely to be influenced by the seemingly great adults, hatred will be transferred, for example, there is violence in the family, and the school will also, because your parents often swear and call women "that girl", the child is like a dehydrated sponge, imperceptibly, absorbing with all his five senses, and naturally saying such vulgar words at school, and taking action for his irresponsible language, If the strength of the fists and feet can get attention and power, then any group will burst into friction and even war, since there have been human beings in this world, this is the conventional and arrogant rules, so group living is really annoying, low-quality social interaction does not get any benefit, and the real high-quality loneliness, they rely on the experience of pride or Zhigao philosophy is usually unknown.

And no one has the right to blame society, just like Sam Bao was a victim in the past, he is almost 30 years old and still standing at the school gate and thinking about violence from a mature point of view, he seems to be accustomed to looking at his own affairs from the perspective of a bystander, which is not a good thing from a human point of view.

It was very easy to walk into the campus between the doorman's naps, dressed inconspicuously, with a little personal style in simplicity, and even tried not to attract the attention of others, he found that the school's flower beds were built neatly, there were no traces of the past ravages, it seems that the basic quality of the students will also improve, the canteen school buildings are freshly painted, and the internal facilities have also been changed, but it can be seen from the memory of the transmission that the mold is still that school, Sanbao first walked around the playground, the yellow earth in the past is now a playground full of greenery, Standing on the rostrum with the red flag hanging high, you can see the endless yellow and clear rape flowers outside the campus wall, blown by the wind on one side, many people when they go to school are looking forward to saying that they must go to the rape flower field to play when they have time, but after half a century through a wall, they still only remember that she was blown by the wind and floated on the campus, and perhaps sneezed and cursed why this damn rape flower didn't wither earlier.

Unconsciously walked to the door of the class, the sudden memory fragment was suspected of tampering with the Sanbao caught off guard, he took a few steps back, his brain was dizzy, he thought that his soul seemed to lack some bearing capacity, and the slightest irritating and malicious message would stab him, which seemed impossible before, in the blank gap he recalled that in the back seat of the class, the whole class walked out, because it was going to be a physical education class, and even the teacher didn't care about the grotesque Chunxia.

Strange people live on their own and deserve to be alone, this seems to be a conventional thing, and Sam Bao doesn't think there is a problem with her prayers before meals, there is no essential mistake in being grateful for food and faith, she just made such a small gesture because of the difference between others and was rejected from the team, Sam Bao's mistake lies in his expansion, for a while he and the very sociable Li Fa wandered away from various groups and seemed to know many "heads and faces" characters, But in fact, it's like a new employee who thinks he can rely on the second chief he knows and thinks he can press other people's heads, in fact, he really stabbed the basket, knowing this relationship is more terrible than not being close to him, and the "person who knows" will be the first to come out and shoot the bird's head that you come out.

Sanbao may be the first person Chunxia to talk to her since she was studying, that hot afternoon, the warm wind blows through the school building and blows the doors and windows and hyacinths to make a crisp sound, the class table is full of useless books, silent and orderly, is wearing a quiet and peaceful warm coat, as long as Sanbao follows the crowd out, then Chunxia can breathe a sigh of relief and lie on her stomach to make her unfinished dreams, the next class is singing loudly, and the gray bird without a name will stop on the glass window and flutter its wings, She could sleep on her arm in the sweat that flowed naturally, as usual.

"Let's go to gym class together." In the afternoon a few years ago, Sanbao still had a small short inch of broken spirit, his hand was held on the back of the girl's hand, and he invited self-righteously, Chunxia naturally did not go, she looked up at this bold boy, only to remember that this was the first time he was touched by the ugly and unapproachable himself, his eyes were kind without the slightest banter, the beads of sweat on the sun-soaked wheat-colored skin flowed from the neck to the collarbone, there was a burst of numb electricity on her hand, and the boy's big hand still had a warm breath, maybe he often played coffee-colored ball games, There was a smell of earth and dew between her fingernails, obviously just hands touching hands, but they were as close as breathing in her ears, her heart was confused, and she saw from all sides what she had learned passively from the complicated family, and those undoubted premonitions about the end came from the unhappiness of the disrupted daily life, and something would always happen.