My name is Peng Yuan, I am 16 years old this year, and I am a student in the third class of Baiyucheng No. 3 Middle School.

Originally, I had a happy family, and both parents worked in a thermos factory not far from home.

In the words of the time, this is all an iron rice bowl!

That position was originally my grandfather's, but when my grandfather retired, it was my father's turn to take up the post.

It was just when I was six years old that there was an accident at home.

For various reasons, the parents were both laid off, and the original iron rice bowl was suddenly gone, and the grandfather sat at the door smoking dry cigarettes, his face full of melancholy.

The most common thing to say is: times have changed.

At that time, I didn't realize what was happening at home, but I felt that the meat on the dinner table was appearing less and less, and my parents' faces were full of sorrow.

Finally, one day, my father decided to start a business with my uncle, and at that time it was said that he went to the sea.

With two-thirds of the family's savings, my dad went south with my uncle, saying that he was going to dump electronic products, but in less than half a year, my dad and uncle came back.

I still don't know what happened at home during that time, but the night my dad came back, I should have been happy, but my mom cried so hard that she kept counting my dad, and my dad sat on the bench at the door and smoked.

It's the same as my grandfather looked like half a year ago.

The frequency of meat on the dinner table has changed from once a week to once a month.

My dad didn't stay at home for long, so he got a job on a construction site and went to work as a construction worker with my uncle.

At that time, the teachers at the school praised them as the builders of the city, the loveliest people, I don't understand, but I was very proud.

But later, on a rainy day, my uncle's daughter, who is also a cousin, suddenly came in a hurry, saying that something had happened at home, and I followed her out of school and returned home.

To be honest, at that time, I didn't understand the eagerness and sympathy in my cousin's eyes, but I just thought it was good to be able to skip class.

But when I got home, I heard heart-rending cries coming from inside as soon as I got to the door, and I went into the house and saw my mother and my grandmother crying loudly.

Grandpa stood aside with red eyes, smoking a cigarette, but there seemed to be no light in his eyes.

His big rough hands touched my head, and his voice was dull and a little suppressed.

"Baby, you will ...... in the future There's no dad anymore."

I looked up at my grandfather's cloudy eyes, and he didn't shed tears, but I couldn't stop crying.

I later learned that when my dad was working on the construction site, the safety rope fell off, and the accident happened, and the construction site gave a compensation at that time.

But one rainy night, I heard my grandmother standing at the door crying and scolding, saying that my mother had run away and took away all the compensation, and I hugged my grandmother and cried for my mother.

But at this point, I never saw my mother again, she seemed to have evaporated from the world, and only my grandparents took me.

Later, I understood a sentence, hemp rope is broken in detail, and bad luck is only looking for miserable people.

The situation at home seems to be getting worse day by day, and the thing I am most afraid of is growing up, because every time I grow up, my grandparents will grow old.

When my grandfather gave birth to my father, he was already thirty-five years old, and my father gave birth to me, which was thirty years old, which is not too early, which led to the fact that when I was in junior high school, my grandfather was almost eighty.

As I grew up, I gradually understood the problems that I couldn't understand before.

For my mother's decision, in fact, I still have some hatred in my heart, after all, I am not a saint, she left me, I became a wild child without a father and no mother, especially every time the parent-teacher meeting, it is the elderly grandfather or grandmother who comes to attend.

In fact, what I hate the most is my junior high school homeroom teacher, once I was late for school, and I happened to be caught by the vice principal, so that he was also criticized, and then, he openly said that I was a child without a father and no mother at school.

It was hard for me to understand how he could say such a thing as a teacher, but then I understood.

Maybe my classmates will become teachers, doctors, and lawyers when they grow up...... But like me, they are just ordinary people, and their professions have never been equated with character paintings, but textbooks and news reports will instill certain ideas in us and deify these professions.

Like I might be a teacher or a doctor when I grow up, but I really ...... Is it that noble?

From that day on, the eyes of my classmates looked at me differently.

My former companion and I were estranged.

Even, the people sitting in the back row would suddenly put me down from behind when a female classmate passed by, and he stood aside and straightened his pot lid, as if the eyes of the whole world were looking at him at this moment.

Especially a fat man in the class, he learned to count, but he recognized several older brothers in high school, and some people who dropped out of junior high school, he followed them, bought them cigarettes, and invited them to surf the Internet, but in the class, he was very powerful.

I just glanced at him, and he grabbed him by the collar.

He said, I'm crazy, and punched me.

I couldn't beat him, but he still found a lot of his "friends" and kicked me and took me to the toilet, where I was thrown on the ground and the urine on the concrete floor stained my clothes.

While he beat me, he said, "You're the craziest, crazy!"

I don't understand, really.

I was in school, walking with my head down.

When I see them, I'll stay away.

I never provoke them, I don't fight, I don't curse.

Why am I mad?

Later I understood......

Whether I am crazy or not, in fact, depends on whether I have many friends, whether I have money at home, whether my clothes are expensive enough, if I am really crazy, I really fight every day, I can really press him to the ground and rub ......

Then I'm not crazy.

Later, I really wanted to become an enemy of the people.

I wasn't ugly, but they would rate me the ugliest boy in the class.

Those female classmates will deliberately make fun of me, and then deliberately say that so-and-so likes me, and so-and-so will feel that he has been greatly humiliated, and then say some vicious things.

I was walking along the road and suddenly someone would trip me and they would laugh.

It's like accomplishing some feat.

I told the teacher that I said they beat me, bullied me, and scolded me.

The teacher asked me why they didn't scold and hit others.

I stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

When I went home, I wanted to tell my grandparents, but when I saw them, at that moment, all the grievances were swallowed.

"Good grandson, you have to go to school hard, study hard, and you can't mess around with others, you know?" Grandpa said to me.

I nodded in anticipation of graduating from junior high school soon.

In the years of junior high school, my books didn't seem to be complete, they would roll my books together, glue them with adhesive tape, and beat me.

Or maybe my book will be torn to pieces.

I don't know who did it, and I don't dare ask.

Does it matter?

Finally......

I changed schools and came to No. 3 Middle School.

I believe that I will study hard here and try to get into a good university.

I will usher in a new life here, and get rid of the nightmares of the past.

Until......

I was in the last row, and I saw the fat man.

He waved at me with a smile on his face.