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Chapter12
"There is an essential difference between being strict and disgusting. Mom is strict with us, and it's all for our own good." I raised my arms with difficulty and touched my little sister's head, "She just doesn't want us to... go crooked."
My words obviously couldn't convince her. She frowned and asked again: "But the teacher said that hitting people is wrong. She can reason for us, so why do you have to hit people?"
I was a little bit stunned by her questioning. As a high school student at the time, I couldn't find a better reason, so I could only use the same excuses to prevaricate.
"You'll understand when you're older," I said.
The next day I went to school with the injury, and none of the teachers and classmates saw that I was injured.
I sat quietly in my seat all day, enduring the bursts of discomfort from my back, and after school, I carried the piano to the empty classroom to practice the piano as usual.
"Why is your piano sound so weird today?"
That was the first time that Ran Qingzhuang took the initiative to speak to me after I became the supervisor and Ran Qingzhuang became the supervised person.
I stopped and didn't answer, just looked at him suspiciously.
He raised his head from his folded arms, with no sullen expression on his face, looked me up and down, and guessed, "You were beaten?"
My personality is not very good, piano practice and study take up too much time for me, so I don't have the heart to socialize anymore, so I don't have any friends, and I always go to school alone.
All day, none of the teachers and classmates saw that I was injured, but Ran Qingzhuang heard from the sound of my piano that I was beaten.
It's a pity not to learn music.
"No." After all, it was a domestic scandal, and I subconsciously wanted to deny it.
Ran Qingzhuang obviously didn't believe it, and continued to guess: "Is it the little gangsters from the technical school next door?"
Our high school is considered a good high school in the local area, with a long history, strong teachers, and graduates from well-known universities at home and abroad. Next to our school, there is another school, which is not a very good vocational technical school. There are more people hanging around in the school and less serious study.
The two schools have been standing there for many years, and I don't know which class forged a "feud". By the time I graduated, the two schools were still in a state of incompatibility. Guess it will go on like this for a long time.
They think we are arrogant, we think they are really low-level, and they don't like each other. Students from the two schools often have friction and fight whenever they disagree. And Ran Qingzhuang can be said to be the main force of our high school. Since he entered the school, he has fought 17 or 8 fights, and 80% of them were with the next door.
It seems that he was born to clash with those people, and when he sees it, don't think about passing it peacefully in front of him. The teacher really couldn't do anything about him, so he thought about whether he could stagger the school time of the students next door, so as to effectively prevent the conflict from happening.
This matter was a bit difficult to handle, but because of me, it was just right, and everyone was happy. That's the real reason why he was "supervised" by me here.
"No!" I was afraid that he thought it was the school next door who beat me up and made an oolong, so I hurriedly told the truth.
"Yes, it's my mother. I didn't do well in the math test this time. She was a little angry and hit me..." I put down the bow, clasped the strings lightly with my fingertips, and lowered my head and whispered.
Ran Qingzhuang was a little surprised: "Your mother beat him?" Using the back two feet of the chair as support, he leaned back slightly and said in a relaxed tone, "Oh, it's alright."
Being interrupted by him, I had no intention of practicing the piano, so I just put the piano away, took out my homework and started writing.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ran Qingzhuang's chair was swaying, not being honest.
"I would also like my mom to beat me if I could, but I've never met her."
The tip of the pen rested on the paper, and I looked suspiciously at Ran Qingzhuang. Seeing him leaning over the chair, with his hands behind his head, his eyelids drooping, and a listless look, he couldn't help but ask, "Where did she go?"
"I didn't go anywhere." He didn't look at me, looked at the blackboard in front of him, and said in a voice that they could hear each other, "My grandmother said that it should have been born by some random woman my dad knew outside. I didn't want to support me, so I gave it to my dad and ran away. My dad didn't want to support me, so he gave me to my grandma."
I was a little stunned to learn about his life so suddenly.
"Ah...then you, then you have a father anyway. My father passed away when I was eight years old." I have never experienced this kind of atmosphere. I always feel that I should say something, but I don't know what to say. what. Under the clumsy tongue, he said the worst thing to say.
The dishonest chair stopped for a moment, and Ran Qingzhuang finally turned his attention to me.
"My dad was shot and killed when I was twelve years old." He finished with a half-smile, grabbed his schoolbag from the table, put it on his shoulder, and walked outside the classroom, "I also I haven't enjoyed a few more years of fatherly love than you."
After he left, I slammed my head against the table in annoyance, accidentally pulled the wound on my back, and grimaced in pain.
"Hey, don't blame me for not having friends..."
After the performance in the evening, I was changing clothes with the other male members of the group in the locker room when the violinist Hu Wen hurriedly pushed open the door and barged in, scaring the men to cover their key parts.
"Hu Wen, what are you doing?"
Hu Wen put one hand on the locker and panted, "No, Xiao Fang's husband... and, have a fight with Manager Xin!"
When she came in, I was untying my bow tie. When I heard that something was wrong, I didn't care to untie it properly. I tore off the bow tie and threw it aside, and ran to Manager Xin's office.
From a distance, I saw a group of people crowded in the corridor. I pushed aside the crowd and squeezed to the door, only to see Fang Luosu at the door in a dazed state. The office door was closed behind him. From time to time, there was one or two miserable howls from Manager Xin.
Although Nan Xuan is a literati who studies music, he is also a man. It is hard for Manager Xin to be beaten like this.
"You should avoid it first." I pulled Fang Luosu away and was about to open the door. As soon as my hand was on the doorknob, Fang Luosu shoved it from the side and hit the wall without any defense.