Chapter 7: Ten Years Later

"Two, the beautiful ugly duckling in the class"

Every morning when I take a math exam, my mood is always bleak. Every time I take math class, I sit in the last row like a mouse meets a cat, either reading a novel or leaning against the corner of the wall, thinking about what would happen if one day I were Guo Jingming and Zhang Ailing? When will such a day fall on me, an ugly duckling who is desperate, even if I die on the road of literature like Zhang Ailing, I will die blindly. But I always score fifty or sixty points in every exam, and compared with literature, I would rather carve out a literary path for China and strengthen my patriotic ambitions, and I am no longer willing to die on the road of mathematics, and I am bruised all over my body. However, in the end, the female writer I loved so much, Zhang Ailing, got her wish when she was dying, and her popular "Little Reunion" was finally made into a TV series, but I haven't watched it yet, because my math scores are always up and down, and I want to watch TV series, which is simply wishful thinking. Until the teacher saw that I was distracted in class and asked me to answer the question,

"Zhang Qian, get up and answer, who are we Chinese mathematicians?"

Of course I know who it is, isn't it Newton? When the teacher asked the three-year-old children a question that they would answer in the second year of junior high school, the students slapped the table and leaned back with laughter, which showed how weightless I was in the heart of the math teacher. I was embarrassed to answer;

"Newton!"

"Well, it seems that you are not completely stupid, so you can sit down, concentrate on the lectures in the future, don't be absent-minded all day long, you always dream that you are a writer!"

After this class, I almost became the focus of my classmates, the focus of bullying, and the annoyance of the math teacher, there were 56 people in our class, and my math scores were always the bottom one or two in the class, so I was a poor worm who was born insensitive to math. With that low self-esteem, under the destruction of my classmates, I could only hide in the toilet or hide in the darkest corner of the classroom after class. Ren You, the most naughty and mischievous Liu Wei in our class, bullied, tables, chairs, benches, basketballs, and chalk, all smashed into my thin body. I cried out in pain almost from my heart; and even knelt on the ground and begged.

"Please, you don't 。。。。。。 Don't smash it anymore. I hurt!"

"For a brain-dead person like you, won't we fight and still eat?"

In the 180-square-meter classroom, because the students watched Liu Wei smash hard, the students were also divided on the podium, three or five colorful chalks smashed together to the place where I was sitting, and I was afraid to hide under the table that the students could not see. Endless tears blurred my eyes. The pain is endless, and only I can feel it. Every time I go home, I either have messy hair or a blue corner of my mouth, and a purple faceless person to see my family. Every time before class, I was the one who went to the infirmary. Even the teachers in the infirmary felt pity for me when they saw me;

"Hey, what a miserable child, does it hurt?"

"These classmates in your class are really bandits. Look at how well I beat you. Why don't you tell your dad, don't you care? ”

Say, why don't I say it, but what if I say it, every time I am bullied by my classmates, my father just wants to save face, and one day he wears a suit and tie in school, which is to treat the son of the junior Zhang Lun as a baby, saying how sensible and well-behaved this child is, and how good his grades are. So it's useless to say it, and in the end I thought to myself that it would be better not to say it, bear it myself, and fend for myself.

So when the teacher asked me that, I was just deceiving myself and deceiving the teacher and myself

"I just don't want to trouble my dad."

Ten years have passed, and my grandmother has been cruelly taken away from me, but I haven't had a good day since my grandmother left. Every day I go home to do my homework, and I don't talk until midnight. I also have to wash the dirty dishes left over from the dinner at home that day, even if I can't straighten my waist after washing, I still have to do it.

Because my legs are not good, my mother still wants me to do it, even if I am limping, she still says a word to me unchanged;

"Quick, Qianqian, you can go to bed after finishing the housework, don't be angry, mom is exercising your legs."

Looking at my mother's incomparably warm smile at me, I couldn't help but feel numb in my legs, my heart was shivering with cold from time to time, and my feet were like stepping on cotton, and I couldn't help but stumble, but in the end I still stood firm, and I also showed a warm smile to my mother's back that I could barely see;

"Well, Mom, don't worry, Qianqian will definitely do a good job."