Owe You

On the new semester, the head teacher arranged him to sit at a table with her. No one expected that she patted the table, suddenly stood up and said angrily: I won’t sit at the same table with him. Ask what? The head teacher asked directly. She tilted her head to one side, snorted in her nose and said contemptuously: he is a countryman with a stink of sweat! The whole class burst into laughter, and some of them were more exaggerated. They couldn’t stand their waist and even burst into tears. He seemed to be wronged by the sky. He lowered his head tightly, almost against his chest. The Tears of Douda were like broken beads falling down along his red cheeks. The teacher in charge was really unbearable, he dropped the textbook on the ground fiercely, pointing at her and shouting loudly: I am also from the countryside. Come here and smell it carefully. Is there any smell of sweat on me? How hard it is for a rural student to go to school in the city, you should help and care for him. But if you treat your deskmate like this, your self-esteem will be hurt! Besides, what’s wrong with rural people who are hardworking, kind and simple? From now on, who dares to say such a thing? Don’t blame me for being impolite to him! He came to the classroom first every day, moved the stool down from the table and set it up, and wiped the tables and chairs spotlessly with a rag. When cleaning, he rushed to the water pool to carry water, clean the blackboard, sweep and mop the floor, like a calf, with endless strength. She stood aside with her hands in her arms and sneered, as if he should have done the work alone, who made him a rural student that nobody valued. She smiled and thought, “Do you think you are rushing to do all kinds of work? This princess will sympathize with you and pity you, and will give you a good look? The days are still long, and you will suffer. In summer, the classroom is as hot as a steamer. She asked loudly on purpose: Classmates, Are You Hot? There is a smell of sweat in this classroom. I really can’t stand it. Open all the doors and windows quickly. Our lives are really hard. There are no rural students in other classes, but our class may have a hard time. His composition was well written, and he was often read to his classmates as a model essay by Chinese teachers in class. His classmates were moved to tears one by one, stretching out their thumbs to him one after another. Only she said disapprovingly: teacher, this composition is so familiar. It seems that I have seen it in some composition book. The teacher ignored her. He just stared at her and smiled lightly. She seemed not to give up, thinking that writing a composition well was not a real skill, and then you would wait to cry if you failed the geometry exam. She deeply believed that the teaching conditions in rural schools were poor, and the students transferred to the city from there had weak foundation and especially difficult to learn geometry. During the geometry test, she covered the test paper tightly for fear that he would see the answer accidentally. She is the best one in geometry among dozens of students in the class, and she can almost get full marks every time. The teacher was also ruthless enough. All the questions were off-topic and weird. There were several questions that she could hardly do. After answering the test, she blinked and looked at him proudly, thinking that you were miserable this time, even if you couldn’t answer a question. But everything was beyond her expectation. In that exam, only one student in the class scored 90 points, and she only scored 80 points. He was the one who scored 90 points, A student who just transferred from the countryside! Her classmates gathered around him and asked questions one by one. She felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart. She hated him for being too excellent and stealing all her limelight. If she wanted to revenge him, she had better disappear from this class immediately. One day, she deliberately hid her pen in his schoolbag, and shouted loudly that the pen was missing, more than 100 yuan each, which was a gift from Grandpa on her birthday, he also turned his schoolbag upside down on purpose. The classmates helped her find it together, but every corner of the classroom had been found, but there was still no shadow of pen. She rubbed her eyes pretending to be wronged and said, “it was clearly in the schoolbag, why did it disappear at once, and would it be stolen? Who would steal it? Students in the city don’t value a small pen, which is a rural student, but he is the only one in the class! She opened the cover of his schoolbag in front of the crowd and shook out her pen from the Chinese book. She shouted that he was a thief whose hands and feet were not clean, I will never sit at a table with him again. But this trick of her was completely seen by a class cadre who criticized her without mercy. She was so ashamed that she ran out of the classroom with her face in her hand, and the weather was unpredictable. People were in trouble. Her father had a car accident and left her forever. Since childhood, she has been living in a sweet jar and living a carefree life. After her father went, her life path was completely rewritten. How sad and desperate she was, as if she had found someone to cry happily. But she was so arrogant that nobody paid attention to her. She had no bosom friend. When her father was alive, he would ride a bike to pick her up and go to school every day. But after father left, mother was busy with work, so she had to walk home. She walked too far along the road, so she took the path. It was a narrow and long Ridge Road with rough roads. She had never passed and was not used to it at all. What’s more, she was carrying a heavy schoolbag and wearing leather shoes. She turned around like a lame duck. In winter, it was dark on the day after school. The sky was gray, and there was drizzle, and the path was wet and slippery. There is no personal impression on both sides of the vegetable field, which is cold and clear. She followed behind him without hesitation. For the first time, she felt that his thin waist and back were like a mountain, which could completely give herself a solid support! He walked faster and faster, leaving her alone. She wished him to look back at herself and stop to wait for herself. But as he went further and further, she couldn’t help crying aggrieved, shouting loudly to his mother. He felt his voice was a little familiar, turned around and stopped, standing by the roadside waiting for her. As soon as she walked in, he grabbed her schoolbag, and they hurried one after another without saying a word. It was the first time that she looked at him carefully. How kind her face was and how familiar the tears of happiness were flowing into her heart. She kept thinking, he hurt him again and again, but he didn’t care about or hate her. He stopped to wait for her and helped carry the schoolbag. She wanted to say sorry to him for a long time, but she didn’t have the courage to speak. She ‘d better wait for the next time. Anyway, it’s still a long time. But that winter passed, she still didn’t say sorry, although he carried her schoolbag every day. She was thinking that she would not let him sweep the floor next semester, and would invite him to dinner at home. She would bring him a bunch of snacks every day, but on the day of school, she didn’t see him. The head teacher wiped his tears and said that his mother had a serious illness, and he went back to the village to go to school. In that case, he could study while taking care of his sick mother. Looking at the empty seat beside her, she suddenly burst into tears. She owed him sorry! 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