Chapter 689 My Name Is Zheng Yingxiong

My name is Zheng Yingxiong.

I am from Quanzhou, Fujian.

I lied. I came to "Daocheng" just to find the smell I once smelled.

Before I came to "The End of the Land", I was sitting in the classroom of Class 1, Grade 2, shivering.

Listening to the approaching footsteps of the head teacher, my head was always hanging.

I didn't have the courage to look at her, and I didn't have the courage to look at my deskmate.

Just as I expected, when the head teacher saw a few meal tickets lying quietly in the desk hole of my deskmate, she was like Zhang Fei in the comic book, and she was furious in an instant.

She slapped the deskmate in the face, and then pulled his dirty collar to make him stand up.

"Xu Jiahua! You are such a bad guy!" The teacher stretched out his hand and kept pointing at the deskmate's temple, "You steal things at such a young age, you will become a hairdresser when you grow up!"

The deskmate looked at the meal tickets in the teacher's hand with disbelief, and stammered: "Damn... I, I didn't steal!"

"You are swearing! You are swearing!" The teacher stretched out his hand and slapped the deskmate on the head, "You didn't steal, where did these meal tickets come from?! Your family is so poor, okay, you steal meal tickets to eat? You can't even afford a three-yuan meal ticket, you deserve to go to jail when you grow up! Your Xu family will have no descendants!"

"It's really not me!!" The deskmate was so anxious that he was about to cry, "My mother prepared lunch for me! I brought it myself!!"

He hurriedly took out a wrinkled plastic bag from the hole in the table, which contained two dry biscuits. The biscuits seemed to be broken, and the plastic bag was full of residues.

The classmate held up the cake and said with a choked voice: "Teacher, look! I, I brought the cake, why did I steal something if I brought the cake?"

Hearing the classmate start to quibble, the teacher raised her voice again: "You have done enough bad things!!"

Her voice was so loud that my ears were going deaf.

"I...I..." The classmate's hand holding the cake kept shaking. He probably had never been wronged like this in his life.

"Okay! There is ham in the lunch issued by the school. If you want to eat it, just steal your classmate's meal ticket?" The teacher slapped the classmate's cake to the ground and pointed at his forehead and said viciously, "You dirty ghost! Poor ghost! Don't use these things to disgust me!!"

The teacher cursed the classmate in front of the whole class. The classmate who used to smile in front of his classmates was greatly wronged at this time, but he couldn't think of how to quibble for a while.

How can he quibble...? He couldn't quibble at all.

Because those meal tickets were not stolen by him, but by me.

I took advantage of the break and stole the meal tickets and quietly put them in his desk hole.

The girl who lost the meal ticket found that the meal ticket in her desk hole was missing. She suddenly interrupted her class and started crying. After finding out the reason, the class teacher asked everyone to put their hands behind their backs and she checked everyone's desk hole and schoolbag.

As I expected, my deskmate was discovered.

The teacher scolded him very badly, and I was shaking all over because I knew that she was not scolding Xu Jiahua, but me.

I don't want to steal things, and I don't want to go to jail in the future, but I hope the school will expel my deskmate. He is not a good person.

He would ask me for money, stab me with a pencil, and punch me if I don't listen.

But the teacher didn't care at all. She always said, "Classmates should get along well. Why doesn't he bully others?"

I have no choice. I don't want to be beaten every day, and I don't want to give him all my lunch money.

My family couldn't afford to buy a meal ticket for three yuan, and we only had one yuan and fifty cents for meals every day, but he asked me for fifty cents every day!

Students who didn't buy meal tickets were already annoying to the teacher, and I must not be caught this time, otherwise I would be beaten to death by the teacher. ..

But... I never thought that it would be so uncomfortable to put the blame on others.

I lowered my head and tried to hold back my tears. I thought I would be very happy when my deskmate was scolded, but I didn't...

I was very scared, but more sad.

Later I learned that stealing a classmate's meal ticket would not be expelled from school. The head teacher asked him to apologize to the girl who lost the meal ticket in front of the whole class, and then asked him to stand and listen to the class for the next two days.

It seemed that my deskmate was punished, but in fact I was the one who suffered the most.

I stole something and framed someone else. Seeing my deskmate standing there carelessly, I knew that I should be the one to be punished and apologize.

Until after class, my mood was extremely heavy.

That night when I got home, my father was drunk again. He had a quarrel with my mother as usual, and all the plates and cups in the house were broken.

My father was lying on the sofa snoring, and my mother was not at home. She probably went out to play cards again.

Our house was originally very small, and now there were broken plates and cups all over the floor. I couldn't even stand. I took a broom to sweep up the glass fragments, and then came to my room.

My room is very small. There is a bed at the entrance and a table at the foot of the bed.

Every day I would sit on the bed to do my homework. The light in the room had been broken for a long time. My father and mother didn't fix it, and I couldn't reach it myself, but fortunately I had a small table lamp.

But today, my father and mother seemed to quarrel a little fiercely, and my small table lamp also fell on the table. I picked it up and found that the light bulb had been broken.

"Ah..."

I didn't know what to do. I didn't expect that there was no bright place in the whole house for me to do my homework. Although my academic performance was not very good, if I didn't do my homework, I would be slapped by the teacher. Our teacher was good in everything except his temper.

I took my schoolbag to the door and sat on the steps at the entrance of the yard. There happened to be a street lamp here. I took out my homework book and started to do today's homework.

Fortunately... there was a street lamp at the door of the house.

Today I have to copy "Sima Guang Smashing the Jar". This text is really interesting. I don't need pinyin to understand it.

Sima Guang not only has many playmates, but he also saves his playmates.

After he smashed the water jar, his parents and teachers did not blame him.

It's a really good text. I envy Sima Guang so much.

He has his own playmates and no fierce parents and teachers.

I copied halfway and saw a few water spots on the four-line grid book.

Is it raining?

I looked up blankly. People were quarreling everywhere in the summer nights. Neighbors were quarreling, pigeons were quarreling, and cicadas were quarreling.

Sometimes the sky would quarrel too. It was like a father. After thunder, it would drop a few raindrops and let them break on the ground.

Then the sky fell into a deep sleep, and the next day it was as if nothing had happened.

But the sky did not quarrel today. There were no stars in the dark sky, only a moon that was as lonely as me.

Was the moon doing homework outside today?

I reached out and touched my cheeks. It turned out that it was not the sky that was crying, but me.

I buried my head in my knees, trying not to make any sound, and then burst into tears.