"She'll be in a coma for about two hours, and someone will come to clean up the aftermath in a while, don't worry."

Yan Lan played sign language and stuffed the dean into his office, "Let's go, it's time for you to go home too." ”

Shang Yun wiped away his tears, moved his lips and didn't make any sound, just followed behind Yan Lan step by step.

After getting out of the office building, she walked to Yan Lan's side, her eyes still red: "I'm sorry, I don't know...... I thought the teacher would help me, I thought the teacher wouldn't be the same as those people. ”

"Noble is always a person, not a profession," Yan Lan replied silently, looking at the twilight that began to darken in the West, "Society always likes to mythologize a certain authority, and teachers are just one of them. ”

From childhood to adulthood, the people around me say that you must listen to the teacher, what the teacher says is what it is, parents will be happy when they are praised by the teacher, and if they are criticized by the teacher, everyone will feel that the teacher has nothing wrong, and then accuse you of not doing well enough, but is this really the case?

Are teachers really sacred? Is it true that teachers don't make mistakes? Is it really possible for a teacher to take care of every student?

A profession is just a profession, and it doesn't represent what kind of person the person is.

"I didn't wear it exposed, I just wore a school uniform, and I didn't seduce ......" Shang Yun wanted to continue, but his tears fell uncontrollably, and finally he had to wipe them with his free hands.

[Very good, I was only 00 years old when I died, and the girls on the streets and alleys were wearing suspenders, and there was a trendy Hong Kong style, and I didn't see anything about it.] ]

[approximately, probably...... We're gone and the economy is in recession? If you can't manage your career, you can manage relatively weak people? ]

[Huh?] Hasn't it always been like this? [Sex] precociousness is shameful, [sexual] education is strictly forbidden, but it is necessary ^_^ to urge marriage and birth at an age]

"The fact that the bank is open on the street is not an innocent reason for the wicked to rob, and it is not an innocent reason for the wicked to rob the market with the money."

Yan Lan sighed, leaning against the wall and signing slowly and seriously, "If the world can't control the suspects, it will take care of the victims, and make them shut up, which is known as their unique way of protecting - you don't have to pay attention to it, let alone internal friction."

"I've always felt that the minimum level of respect and understanding between people is to 'allow others to be others, allow yourself to be yourself', and if a person has to go beyond the limits of accusing you, then he will have a thousand reasons to belittle you - you don't have to pay attention to the person who belittles you for the sake of degrading you."

Moreover, there should be no such thing as victim guilt.

But there are always people who distort the facts, turn black and white upside down, and criticize the victims under the pretext of "why doesn't they bully others, only bully you". and those who remain silent, who seem to be seeking justice, but consciously or unconsciously, show a tacit attitude towards such behavior, which leads to the safety of the perpetrators and the embattlement of the victims.

Those who are discussed are always victims.

Shang Yun pursed his lips, forced the bitterness in his heart and smiled, his neck shrunk slightly, as if there were tens of millions of pounds of weight on her shoulders, and he entangled her like a nightmare, "You said that in this world, good people ...... Isn't it very few? ”

Yan Lan was silent, raising her hand and touching her hair.

It's not that there are few good people, it's because good people generally don't take the initiative to find you, and people with evil thoughts will take the initiative to cause trouble and make trouble for others, they just take pleasure in bullying you, and even a little bit of bullying you for a living, which will inevitably make people feel that everything they can see is evil.

"Let's go," Yan Lan took her hand, her free hand was still signing, "Go and beat it as soon as possible, if you don't want to tell your parents, I'll accompany you tomorrow, and then, there are two more options." ”

Shang Yun: "...... What? ”

"Private revenge, or call the police."

Yan Lan looked at Shang Yun, who was stunned, and continued calmly: "But calling the police will cause a lot of additional damage, and the chance of success is very slim." ”

Shang Yun trembled: "I'm afraid." ”

"Are you afraid of what, afraid of calling the police?"

Shang Yun clenched Yan Lan's hand and nodded.

She wasn't afraid of another blow to the apotheosis of power.

Instead, I am afraid of repeating the process of being hurt again and again, and I am afraid of seeing pity and pity in the eyes of others, as if I am telling myself again and again, "You have been violated". What is even more painful is to try to withdraw, and narrating too calmly will reduce the credibility of one's own narrative, so I have to mentally re-experience the pain and suffering of the past again and again.

Shang Yun is not a fool, she thought about calling the police, but she didn't have the courage or strength. The outside world has never had the luxury of giving her tolerance and understanding, and some are only shackles and white eyes.

"Then choose private revenge," Yan Lan's eyes were gentle, "I'll come, no, we'll deal with it together." ”

"When the law fails to bring justice to the person concerned, private revenge is justified and even noble from this moment on. So, together we get justice for ourselves. ”

……

"Gone?"

Xin Shan and the others communicated with the white swamp next to them at the entrance of the playground, and the students after school and the people who occupied the playground to play football were bustling, but the other party accurately sensed Yan Lan's arrival, and raised his hand to throw away a bottle of room temperature mineral water.

She noticed the "little tail" behind her before she competed with Yan Lan, but Yan Lan didn't drive it away, and Xin Shan didn't care.

Yan Lan caught the water and walked over to the two of them.

"I've just talked to her a bit," Xin Shan conveyed the current situation, "Do you have anything to ask - did you bring a notebook and a pen?" Give it to her. ”

Shiranuma: "Yes, I took it. ”

Yan Lan took Bai Nuan's pen and paper, "How are Ah Sheng and Dong Hua Village?" ”

"Brother Asheng is gone," Shiranuma replied in a low voice after reading the question for a long time, "Donghua Village suffered a mudslide a few years ago...... Gone. ”

It echoes the ending of the previous game.

Yan Lan thought about it, and put down the pen to write: "How are you now?" Have you ever met a person named 'Jian Shanghui'......"

"Why are you still playing football, go and see! Someone jumped off a building and died. ”

"Damn, someone jumped off the building!"

"What? Finally, someone can't stand jumping off the building, so can we take a vacation? ”

"I'm still thinking about the holiday, something has happened! I've heard that it seems to be the mute who made a special donation, what's it called...... Shang Yun is coming? ”

Shangyun?!

Yan Lan tilted her head suddenly, and Xin Shan also straightened up in an instant: "What's the matter?" Didn't you just talk to her?! ”

Yan Lan didn't respond, she ran in the direction of the crowd, and when she pushed through the layers of noisy crowds, she saw a corpse with a broken skull.

"Obviously they were still talking together ten minutes ago, what's going on? Didn't you say that you would go home with a book......" Yan Lan couldn't help but take half a step closer, and the blood gathered into a shallow, reflecting Lu Jiao's face.

Yan Lan looked at the pale white marsh beside her, and suddenly once again clearly and sharply recognized a sad fact-

The past is irretrievable, and life and death cannot be crossed.

This unreal glimpse of the past, or a few words on paper in reality, is the end of their lives.

* "Dear Lestrade, I believe that private revenge is justified and even noble from this moment when the law fails to bring justice to the person concerned. So, this time I decided not to take this case. ”

- Sherlock Holmes: The Return, Milwarton

(End of chapter)