My name is Peng Yuan, I am sixteen years old and I am a student in Class 1, Class 3 of Baiyucheng No. 3 Middle School.
Originally, I had a happy family. Both my parents worked in a thermos bottle factory not far from home.
In the words of the time, this was an iron rice bowl!
That position originally belonged to my grandfather. Later, my grandfather retired and it was my dad’s turn to take up the post.
But when I was six years old, there was an accident at home.
Due to various reasons in the thermos bottle factory, both my parents were laid off, and their original iron rice bowl suddenly disappeared. Grandpa was sitting at the door smoking a dry cigarette, with melancholy written on his face.
The most common thing said is: Times have changed.
At that time, I didn't realize what was happening at home. I just felt that the meat on the table appeared less and less frequently, and my parents' faces were full of sorrow.
Finally, one day, my father decided to start a business with his uncle. At that time, it was said that he would go to sea.
With two-thirds of the family’s savings, my dad went south with his uncle, saying he wanted to invest in electronic products. However, within less than half a year, my dad and uncle came back.
I still don’t know what happened at home during that time, but that night when my dad came back, I should have been happy, but my mom cried so hard that she kept scolding my dad. Just sitting on the bench by the door smoking a cigarette.
He looks exactly like my grandfather 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 too long and found another job at a construction site, working as a construction worker with his uncle.
The situation at home seemed to be getting better gradually. At that time, the teacher at school praised them as the builders of the city and the loveliest people. I didn't understand, but I was very proud.
But then, one rainy day, my uncle's daughter, who was my cousin, suddenly came in a hurry and said something happened at home. I followed her out of school and back home.
To be honest, I didn't understand the eagerness and sympathy in my cousin's eyes at that time. I just thought it was good to not have to go to class.
But when I got home, as soon as I walked to the door, I heard heartbreaking crying from inside. I entered the house and saw my mother and grandma crying loudly.
Grandpa stood aside with red eyes, smoking, but his eyes seemed to have lost their light.
His big rough hands touched my head, his voice was dull and a little depressed.
"Baby, you will...have no father anymore."
I raised my head and looked into Grandpa's cloudy eyes. He didn't shed tears, but I couldn't stop crying.
I found out later that the accident occurred when my dad's safety rope fell off while he was working on the construction site, and the construction site gave him a compensation at the time.
But one rainy night, I heard my grandma standing at the door crying and cursing, saying that my mother ran away and took away all the compensation. I hugged my grandma and cried for my mother.
But so far, I have never seen my mother again. She seemed to have disappeared from the world, and only my grandparents were with me.
Later I understood a saying: hemp ropes are only broken at the thinnest places, and bad luck only seeks out the miserable.
The situation at home seems to be getting worse day by day. The thing I fear most is growing up, because every time I grow older, my grandparents will get older.
My grandfather was already thirty-five when he gave birth to my father, and my father was thirty-five when he gave birth to me, which was not too early. This meant that by the time I was in junior high school, my grandfather was almost eighty.
As I grow up, I gradually understand the problems that I couldn't understand before.
In fact, I still hate my mother's decision. After all, I am not a saint. She left me and I became a wild child without a father and a mother. Especially at every parent-teacher meeting, it was always the elderly grandfather or Grandma comes to attend.
In fact, what I hate the most is my junior high school teacher. Once I was late for school, and I happened to be caught by the vice principal, which caused him to be criticized. Then, he openly said in school that I was a child without a father and a mother.
It was hard for me to understand how, as a teacher, he could say such a thing, but then I understood.
Maybe the classmates around me will become teachers, doctors, lawyers when they grow up... But they, like me, are just ordinary people. Career can never be equated with character, only textbooks and news reports will tell We instill certain ideas and deify these professions.
Just like when I grow up, I may become a teacher or a doctor, but am I really... that noble?
From that day on, the students in the class looked at me differently.
My former companions are estranged from me.
Even those people sitting in the back row would suddenly knock me down from behind when a female classmate passed by. He stood aside and arranged his pot head, as if the eyes of the whole world were looking at him at the moment.
In particular, there was a fat guy in the class who studied countdown, but he recognized several brothers in high school, and some people who dropped out of junior high school. He followed them, bought them cigarettes, and asked them to surf the Internet, but in the class Here, he is very powerful.
I just glanced at him and he grabbed me by the collar.
He said I was crazy and punched me.
Obviously I couldn't beat him, but he still found many of his "friends" and kicked me violently. He took me to the toilet and threw me on the ground. The urine on the cement floor stained my clothes.
While he was beating me, he said, "You are the craziest, so crazy!"
I don't understand, really.
I was in school, walking with my head down.
When I see them, I will stay away.
I never provoke them, never fight or curse.
Why am I crazy?
Later I understood...
Whether I'm crazy or not actually depends on whether I have many friends, whether my family has money, and whether my clothes are expensive enough. If I'm really crazy and fight every day, I can really push him to the ground and rub him... …
Then I'm not "crazy" anymore.
Later, I really wanted to become a public enemy.
Obviously I'm not ugly, but they would rate me as the ugliest guy in the class.
Those female classmates would deliberately make fun of me, and then deliberately say that so-and-so likes me. So-and-so would feel that she had been greatly humiliated, and then say some vicious words.
I was walking along the road smoothly, and suddenly someone would trip me over, and they would burst into laughter.
Like accomplishing some feat.
I told the teacher that they beat me, bullied me, and scolded me.
The teacher asked me, why don't they scold others or hit others?
I stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
I returned home and wanted to tell my grandparents, but when I saw them, at that moment, I swallowed all my grievances.
"My dear grandson, you have to go to school and study hard, and you can't mess around with others, you know?" Grandpa said to me.
I nodded numbly, looking forward to graduating from junior high school soon.
In the high school entrance examination, I still did not perform as well as I could, and it was difficult for me to perform as well as I could. During these years in junior high school, my books seemed to have never been complete. They would roll up my books with me, stick them with tape, and beat me.
Or maybe my book will be torn into pieces.
I don't know who did it, and I don't dare ask.
Is it important?
finally……
I changed schools and came to No. 3 Middle School.
I believe that I will study hard here and strive to get into a good university.
I will usher in a new life here and get rid of the nightmare of the past.
until……
I was in the last row and saw the fat man.
He waved to me with a smile on his face.
