After tossing all night, I thought I could have a good rest the next day, but something unexpected happened.

My grandparents washed up and took me to the hospital. Although it was a false alarm last night, they didn't dare to put me out of sight.

I hate the hospital, not because of the horrible atmosphere, not because of all the scary rumors, but because of the pungent smell, which is always unforgettable for three days, and even more hates the rule that once I enter the hospital, my hand must not reach out and touch anything.

Hurry up, hurry up, and by the time you get to the hospital, the person is already gone.

Grandpa quietly kept me out, and people were crying and screaming. I stuck my head out and saw the corpse lying on the hospital bed, my eyes trying to open wide and bulging out of my sockets, a mark on my neck, blood stains and bruises on my body.

The cause of death was not hanging, but excessive blood loss. A huge wound on the wrist almost cut off the palm.

The adults must have pressed me tightly behind me to prevent me from participating in these scenes. Still, I heard something sporadically.

That night, it was about to dawn. The deceased in his sleep suddenly went insane. quietly got out of bed, took a rope and was about to hang himself, but fortunately he was found and saved in time. After that, she began to giggle non-stop, constantly pinching herself, pricking herself with needles, and her family rushed to stop it, but she ran to the kitchen without paying attention, picked up a kitchen knife and cut her wrist.

The wrist was cut very decisively, and blood spurted out on the spot. The family didn't know how to bandage, they only knew to rush to the hospital, but the deceased was crying and making trouble and refused to cooperate, delayed a lot of time, and there was no way to get to the hospital.

After hearing this, the grandparents decided not to talk about the thrilling situation they encountered, and at the same time began to wonder if some relative had done something unreasonable, and the people came to ask for their lives and took revenge on others.

The two of them had a lot of guilt, and this matter was over.

This year has also passed in a hurry.

With a solid family background, I have successfully grown up to be the eldest child in the eyes of my peers, and I am a leader wherever I go. My friends will come to me when they are beaten, and my temper will definitely explode as long as they hear it. Those who dare to hit me, brothers, kick the field. Every now and then, my harem will come together.

In order to let my parents worry less, I also avoided the pain of flesh and skin, and in the arduous struggle, I found some valuable experience. The scene must be said before the fight, the first point is that it is not allowed to slap the face or pull the hair. The second point is to take off your clothes and beat, otherwise you will definitely be scolded when you go home if your clothes are dirty and torn. The third point is that no matter whether you win or lose, you are not allowed to file a complaint, including those who are watching the game, and you are not allowed to leak the news. Fourth, there must be people on both sides to keep guard, and if you see someone coming over, you must notify in advance, so that everyone can run away without being discovered, and fight again in the future. The person who violates the above four points is a puppy, no one plays with him, everyone is a seven-year-old guy, and he must be credited.

So I gradually grew the team in the pleasing eyes of my parents, and our combat effectiveness was second to none in the neighborhood.

However, there is always one thing that people are very concerned about at every age. Seven-year-olds are most concerned about going to school, and I can't avoid it, so I toss my parents to ask me when I can go to school and why I have to wait until September.

Even though I heard the same answer many times, I still enjoy it.

Overwhelmed by my constant problems, my parents tried to comfort my restless heart, but also to give themselves a moment of peace. They would bring me something every time they got off work, the day before yesterday it was a red color pen, yesterday it was a yellow color pen, today it was a pencil, tomorrow it was an eraser, the day after tomorrow it was a stationery box, and the day after tomorrow it was a school bag.

When everything was ready, they couldn't find anything to buy, they actually started to bring the newspaper home, it doesn't matter how many words I know, it doesn't matter if I take the newspaper upside down or not, as long as I shut up, everything is OK.

I was stupid enough to fall for them. Lying on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, he looked at the newspaper that had been taken backwards, and made up the daily news with a muttering mouth. My goal was successfully shifted by my parents, I think the most important purpose of going to school is that there are many children there, I want to dominate the school, and now I am a newspaper reader.

At that time, I had no idea why a good song "The Sun Shines in the Sky" turned into "Bombing the School".

When I got bored of reading a newspaper I couldn't read, I started drawing. The first choice is, of course, the master's sword, and now with the help of a ruler, I finally don't have to draw the twisted and crooked green snake sword, but no matter how hard I try, I can't draw the feeling that the master's sword gives me, and limited by the size of the paper, these drawn swords are too small.

So dominating the campus was put back on the agenda, and I was very concerned. Many times I took my friends over to step on the spot and understand their situation. We got a lot of first-hand information, and after a lot of arguments and discussions, we made a big decision, the fifth and sixth grade guys will not be left behind, let's wait a year or two, and our work will focus on ruling below the fourth grade.

In short, the beginning of the school season is coming, the night before I signed up, I tossed and turned in bed and was excited all night, and the next day I was still fighting high and went straight to school, I Hu Hansan came!

At that time, I only felt that the sky was blue, the clouds were white, the world was colorful, every pedestrian on the road was a beating note, and the wind blowing and the rustling of leaves was the music played by everyone.

I did all the calculations, but I missed a little, and I didn't get into the same class as a few friends who went to school this year!

How can I say yes to this! On the first day of school, the teacher gave me full attention.

"Report!" I screamed, and after inquiry, I learned where the homeroom teacher's office was.

"Come in." I heard the answer from inside and opened the door and went in.

"Who is the homeroom teacher of Class 1?" Before the first day of class, how do I know what the homeroom teacher looks like? There are so many people in this office, so I have to ask.

The already quiet office is even quieter.

"I am. What's the matter with you? "Female, older, kind face.

"Hello teacher, I am a student in your class, and I want to transfer these people from classes 2, 3, 4, and 5 to our class." As I spoke, I put the note signed by my friend on the teacher's desk.

I'm getting older and I'm a little slow to react, and she looks at me and froze.

"Uh, ahem, the matter of transferring classes needs to be handled by the parents of the students." The teacher finally came to his senses.

"Oh, that's right, then I'll go back and call my mom now." Turn around and run. "Thank you, teacher."

"Hey, hey, it's not your mother, it's their mother!" The teacher shouted from behind me, "Wait, come back, it's class, you can call again tomorrow." ”

What are you kidding, how can I go to class with peace of mind if my friends don't turn around.

When my mother saw me running home panting, her stunned expression was more exaggerated than that of the teacher. I dragged her and ran to school, explaining why.

After knowing my request, my mother's face turned cloudy, like a dark cloud in the sky, and she could squeeze out the water by pinching it.

I went to school and apologized to the teacher, and I went home. After ten rounds of torture, torture, and torture to extract a confession, I did not say my true purpose. But in the long struggle with me, my mother seemed to grow into a good hunter, and all the plans of my little fox were unwittingly tricked by her.

The wise and martial mother issued a decree, and her father arranged it and transferred to another school.