The poverty and inferiority of our family made us narrow-minded and closed. Naturally, we were separated from our classmates who were better off than us. Perhaps they did not despise us, but we became sensitive. We were cautious in school, afraid of offending others, afraid that others would look down on us. Therefore, we lived a depressed life with our tails between our legs every day.
When we work hard like this, we will have an assumption in our hearts. We will assume that others have seen our tolerance, that others have understood our inferiority and depression, and that others will treat us well in the same way. However, all of this is just an assumption.
The people around us didn't care about our weak attitude of pleasing others and pleasing our surroundings. No one could understand our desire for the surroundings and our inner desires. Therefore, when we paid a heavy price and found that the people around us didn't treat us as we imagined, the long-suppressed inner emotions would explode in anger. This explosion would completely destroy all the tolerance and restraint we had previously paid. Instead, it strengthened the surrounding definition of us being " born barbaric."
There was also a small river at Zhoutiankou. It flowed from the mountain behind the school headquarters and flowed along the foot of the hill on the south side of the campus to the Zhoutiankou Bridge. It flowed across the bridge to the east side of the hill and then turned north to join the small river at Dayuan Bridge. Together, they flowed northeast. Zhoutian Bridge and Dayuan Bridge were like twin brothers, one in the south and the other in the north, blocking Zhou Tian in the middle. There was also a water bay under the Zhoutian Bridge. The water was less than a meter deep, not as deep as the water bay under the Dayuan Bridge.
In the hot summer, the school stipulated that students had to take a nap in the classroom at noon. However, the boys in the class would not obediently go to the classroom to take a nap, especially the "brothers" of the high-ranking officials in the field and school departments (the highest in Zhoutian, not referring to the national cadre level). All of them were "naughty kings". Due to their superior family background, they were more knowledgeable than the children of ordinary workers and farmers. They were smarter, stronger, and bolder. The "kings" here had two meanings. One was that they were famous for being naughty and were called "kings". The second level referred to their "overlord status" in the class. Children from ordinary families (including small cadres) did not dare to provoke them (us brothers were even more afraid of them). To them, causing trouble and breaking the rules were simply a common occurrence. The teachers could not do anything about them. They could make the female teachers cry in class.
These " brothers " would not follow the teacher's request and obediently take a nap in the classroom. It was hot and unbearable. Once it was time for a nap, they would sneak down to the Zhou Tiankou Bridge to play with water. Not only did they go alone, but they also pulled other students along. Because the more people there were, the more the teacher could not do anything to them. They also pulled me along. I was afraid that the teacher would find out and criticize me. I didn't want to go, so they even pushed and pulled me to go. I was usually afraid of them and had no choice but to follow.
The homeroom teacher had long known that there were students who slipped away to play with water during their afternoon nap. However, she had yet to think of a way to deal with these mischievous people, so she did not make things difficult for them. She only warned in class,"Everyone must abide by the rules of the afternoon nap. Don't think of playing tricks or playing tricks. Otherwise, you won't have a good ending." After listening to the teacher's warning, I refused to follow the "brothers" anymore. However, these "brothers" did not take the warning seriously and followed it without fail.
This afternoon, the first class was science class. Class had already started, but these " brothers " had not returned yet. There were no one in the six or seven seats. The science teacher did not know what was going on, but when he asked everyone where the students who knew these empty seats had gone, everyone replied that they did not know. I also felt strange. In the past, no matter how playful these " brothers " were, they would always rush back before class. Why were they not back today after class time?
The science teacher was still asking questions when he suddenly heard a crisp " dang " sound. It was the sound of a small stone hitting the glass. Looking out from the back window, he saw a few heads poking out from the bushes. It turned out that these " buddies " were hiding in the bushes behind the classroom and waving at the people in the classroom. It seemed that something was wrong and everyone in the classroom saw them.
The science teacher walked to the window and shouted," What the hell are you doing? Why aren't you coming in for class?”，But they refused to come out from the bushes. The teacher was a little angry." Come out quickly, or you will be punished." A few of them stood up from the bushes. It turned out that they were half-naked." Come out!"”The teacher called out again. Two of them walked out of the bushes and covered the bird's body with their hands. After a long time, these " brothers " were not wearing clothes." Where are the clothes?”
The science teacher was a woman. When she saw a few naked guys standing behind the window, she was angry and amused. She asked the class monitor to call the teacher in charge. The teacher in charge really brought a pile of clothes (he secretly took the clothes while they were playing in the water. This was a good fruit for them to eat). She placed them on the podium and shouted into the bushes behind the window,"Come in and get some clothes to wear!”，These "brothers" obediently came out from the bushes and went around the corridor in front of the room. They entered the classroom and stood naked. They stood at the edge of the podium with their hands covering their little bird parts and waited for the class teacher to return their clothes. Seeing their sorry state, the classroom burst into laughter. When these guys saw that I was also laughing, they told the class teacher that I had also gone to play with water a few days ago. The class teacher just glared at me and did not make things difficult for me.
After being played by the class teacher, these guys temporarily stopped playing in the water, afraid that their clothes would be taken away again. However, they would never come to the classroom to take a nap. My deskmate was the " commander " of these " brothers ". He was one year older than me. Due to the difference in the quality of family life, he was much stronger than me. In terms of fighting, I was not his opponent at all. In terms of courage, he was arrogant in front of the teacher, but I was submissive. In terms of father's status, let's not talk about status. Just in terms of qualifications, my father was not worthy of being compared to his father.
" Marshal " doesn't come to take an afternoon nap, but the table must be left empty. It's fine if he doesn't come, but I can't sleep on his " Marshal "'s table. It's important to know one's own limits. I know this very well. Since my father isn't even worthy of being compared to his father, do I still dare to compete with the " Marshal "? I was sincerely convinced and obediently slept on the orange board designated by the "marshal". The orange was swaying, and its four legs were already loose. If you lifted the orange, its legs would fall off. If it fell asleep, it would fall to the ground when it turned over.
Even so, I was still calm and peaceful every day. I carefully lay on the swaying orange and looked at the empty table of the "commander" respectfully, thinking that his father was a high-ranking official. However, a few days later, the leg of the orange became more and more loose and crooked. Even if it didn't fall asleep, it would fall down if it wasn't careful. Sleeping on this orange was almost like practicing acrobatics.
I stopped playing in the water. Marshal didn't come to take an afternoon nap as usual. I didn't know what new tricks he had gone to play. I lay on the orange and didn't dare to fall asleep even when I was sleepy. I was afraid that I would fall off. Looking at Marshal's empty table, I had a bold idea,"Anyway, Marshal won't come. I'll lie on the table for a while." Thinking of this, I actually dared to go against Marshal's wishes for the first time. I climbed onto the table and lay down."Ah, lying on Marshal's table is really more comfortable than sleeping on the orange." As I thought about it, my eyes started to twitch. After a while, I became muddle-headed…It was as if I was carrying a bag on my back and pulling out bamboo shoots on the mountain. The bag was already full of bamboo shoots. Just as I was feeling happy, a huge rock appeared in front of me. Above the rock was an even bigger bamboo shoot. The fresh and tender bamboo shoot tips seemed to have just emerged from the soil. I was so happy that I started to climb up. However, I kept climbing, but I couldn't move a single step. I kept feeling that the bag on my back was caught by something. I struggled hard. My body seemed to have become lighter. I had just climbed a few steps along the stone when the bag on my back was caught again. I struggled hard again. Suddenly, the voice of a demon came from the stone." This is mine. How dare you come up?”，But why did the demon sound like the marshal? He wanted to see where the demon was, but he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only hear the demon's laughter, which sounded like " Marshal "." Why aren't you getting out of here?”，There was laughter again, and the monster shouted,"Go to hell!"”，The stone under my feet suddenly disappeared. I screamed and fell down…
I felt a sharp pain in my body. I opened my eyes abruptly. I had fallen from the table to the ground. The fallen orange was still lying on my body."Marshal" and his "brothers" surrounded me and were laughing at me lying on the ground. I immediately understood that it was "Marshal" who had lifted me off the table in my sleep. My body first hit the orange and then fell to the ground.
Hot blood rushed to my head. Even a rabbit would bite when it was anxious. My hand touched an orange leg that had fallen and I jumped up like a vicious wolf. I picked up the orange leg with both hands and smashed it at the "marshal"'s head as if I was going to split him. The students who were watching the show exclaimed."Marshal" didn't expect me to dare to do this. This kid was indeed a high-ranking official's son who had eaten his fill. Just as the orange leg was about to smash his head open, he subconsciously tilted his head. The orange leg landed heavily on his bare upper body (he wore a singlet in the summer), and a thick bloody mark immediately appeared on his shoulder.
His face was so scared that it lost its color. It took him a while to wake up and shout at me," I'm just joking with you. Did you really hit your mother?”，My hands were still tightly holding onto the orange leg, waiting for his revenge. Today, even if I had to die, I would no longer tolerate bullying. He was like a wounded beast, howling but did not attack.
There were already students who ran to the office to report to the teacher. When the teacher came to the classroom, I was still holding that orange leg with both hands, as if I was ready to fight at any time. The female teachers went up to comfort him, and the male teacher said loudly to me," You're a barbaric fellow. The school wants to expel you." The whole class was also discussing," Look at him, he's usually so honest. Why is he so scary when he gets angry?"" This kind of person, if his family doesn't educate him, he's barbaric…"
I was yelled at by the teacher to get out of the classroom and never come back to class again. I fell off my orange leg and ran out of the classroom with tears all over my face. I ran to the back of the mountain and lay down on the ground where I once sang," A cool wind blows over the water...". As if my parents had died, I cried loudly for an entire afternoon.
Why were they crying? Was he regretting his barbaric behavior just now? Was it because of the inferiority and oppression of this world? Or was it because he dared to use barbarism to shatter the humiliation that the strong had given him? After all, I was only a fifth-grade elementary school student. It was impossible for me to understand such a profound philosophy of life. I could only attribute it to the " instinctive impulse of animals."
The school didn't really expel me because of this. The next day, I walked into the classroom with my head lowered. I began to be afraid of this classroom because the walls of the classroom had engraved the scene of my crazy emotions in the air. I was also afraid to see my classmates. They had witnessed the fierceness hidden in my bones. I was even more unwilling to see those teachers. They only saw my savagery, but they couldn't see the pain and sorrow in my humble and suppressed heart.
None of them even talked to me after the incident. They didn't fire me, criticize me, or ask for the reason. They were afraid that I would get angry and strike them like I was striking a " marshal ".
I came to class every day as usual, and the " marshal " didn't find trouble with me anymore. After a few days, I was switched to the same seat as the daughter of a high-ranking official. The teacher estimated that I wouldn't use the posture of striking a marshal to strike a female classmate.
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