C23 Drop out of School(1)

Fang Lin was bedridden, lying on the bed without eating or drinking. Her eyes were dull, and she held a picture in her hand. Her other rough hand touched the picture from time to time, from day to night, just looking and touching and silently crying.

Her family had encountered many unforeseen circumstances, and Fang Linmei was bedridden again. Bian Liang was afraid, especially when he saw his mother's skinny and lonely appearance on the bed. It made him feel a chill run down his spine several times. He had thought more than once, would she die as well? If his mother died as well. . . What should he do? This question had been bothering him for the past few days. He was unable to get rid of it. Bian Liang had thought about it. Once Sister Fang Lin really left. . . Could it be that he was as anxious as Zhang Wei to steal? He shook his head slightly.

In his daze, Bian Liang understood a reason. Although Sister Fang Lin was not his biological mother, she could not die yet. At least, she could not die now. Thinking about it, he fell asleep muddle-headedly.

Bian Liang was woken up by the crackling sound of firecrackers outside the window. In his daze, he stretched.

Suddenly, there was another crisp sound of firecrackers. It was soul-stirring. He woke up completely. His stomach was growling. The more he tossed and turned on the bed, the hungrier he became.

He had to get up and make something to eat.

The house was quiet. His mother had not woken up yet? He pushed open the door, and Fang Lin's petite body curled up on the large bed. She was so thin and frail. She had been sick for several days. Once she was sick, her life would be in chaos.

She had no choice but to settle her breakfast by herself. She went downstairs at dawn and looked for food in the kitchen. There was only a bowl of cold rice left from a few days ago.

In the past few days, his aunt often came to help him prepare some food and place it in the fridge. When he was hungry at dawn, he would heat it up in the microwave to deal with it.

He was clumsy and put a bowl of cold rice into the pot. He added a large bowl of tap water and finally boiled two bowls of rice.

He brought a bowl to his mother's bed.

Tears suddenly flowed out of Fang Lin's eyes like a wronged child's tears. This was not a simple bowl of rice; it was clearly the hope that her son gave her. After a few mouthfuls of hot rice, her pale face seemed to have a bit of blood on it. A warm current flowed through her body.

She - - - completely gave up the idea of living a carefree life.

After the Lantern Festival, Fang Lin's younger sister dragged her weak body to work in the factory. Bian Liang also finally ended the winter vacation that he would never forget in this life. He consciously carried his schoolbag and went to school.

Spring came quietly without him noticing. The peach blossoms in front of the house opened again. Sister Fang Lin's body gradually got better as the weather warmed up. Not long ago, other than her brother Fang Linbai and sister-in-law taking care of her, it was also fortunate that Zhao Qiang in the factory took the time to help her, allowing her to live through the most difficult days.

She wore silver-gray work clothes and a yellow work cap as she swept across the factory district's main road. After sweeping a path, She was tired and weakly leaned against the tree trunk. He closed his eyes and breathed lightly. His wet undergarments were blown by the wind and stuck to his body. She moved her body a little. A golden ray of light shone down from the shade of the tree. She lazily faced the sunlight and enjoyed the warm sun. Her body felt a little warm.

Her phone rang. Fang Lin's sister was startled. It was her son's form teacher, Teacher Li. He wanted her to go to school as soon as possible.

So anxious? Was Liang Liang last or did he cause trouble again? She didn't even change her clothes before rushing to the school. It was a break between classes. There were children jumping around everywhere. The whole school was chattering as if they had knocked over a duck boat.

Sister Fang Lin went straight to Teacher Li's office on the second floor. A few classmates followed behind her. They quietly peeked through the window. One of them said softly, "Look, Bian Liang's mother is sweeping the floor. "

The teacher chased them away with a glance.

Teacher Li did not beat around the bush. Instead, he went straight to the point. "I asked you to come today to tell you that Bian Liang not only skipped class, but also had a parent report today that Little Xu's phone is missing. They suspect that Bian Liang took it. "

What? Bian Liang took his classmate's cell phone? Fang Linmei shook her head repeatedly. "No! No! My family's Liang Liang won't. "

"Yesterday afternoon, the last period was a physical education class. Liang Bian said that his stomach hurt and he went to the toilet. The others didn't leave the sports field. After class, Little Xu went back to the classroom and his phone disappeared. "

Fang Lin still didn't believe him. "He asked if it was bright?"

"He asked, but he didn't admit it. " Teacher Li said bluntly, "It was because he refused to admit it, that's why I invited you to ask him. "

The teacher sent people to look for Bian Liang, but they couldn't find him. His classmate said that someone saw him climb over the wall and walk out.

Fang Lin was stunned. Only then did she remember that when Bian Jiansheng was hospitalized, Liang Liang had mentioned that he wanted to buy a phone. At that time, she had ignored him. Since Jiansheng could not even borrow money for his medical expenses, how could he have the money to buy a mobile phone for him? After and after the Spring Festival, there were consecutive accidents at home. Liang Liang didn't mention this matter again. Could it be that he. . . Fang Lin's heart tightened, and she said guiltily to the teacher, "I'll go back and ask. If he takes it, I'll definitely ask him to return it to Little Xu. "

Fang Linmei repeatedly apologized to Teacher Li and repeatedly bowed.

When she came out of the school, she was so angry that her entire body was trembling. Her legs were also weak as she rode the electric scooter towards her home.

Liang Liang wasn't home, where did he go? Did he go to the internet cafe again? Sister Fang Lin was overcome with grief. She sat on a stool and looked at her husband's portrait on the wall. She muttered to herself, "If you leave, what should I do? Ah? Tell me! Tell me!" Tears streamed down her face.

A moment later, she wiped away her tears and forced herself to go to work.

In the evening, Sister Fang Lin returned home after work. Bian Liang had already returned. A pop song "Hmmmphahahahaha" came from the radio upstairs. After thinking for a long time, she was no longer excited. Instead, she was calmer than usual.

Sister Fang Lin went straight upstairs to the bright room. He lay on the desk, his workbook pressing down on his body. He closed his eyes as if he was sleeping, but not sleeping, listening to the song.

Fang Lin sat on the edge of the bed and deliberately coughed. Bian Liang was shocked. He opened his eyes and suddenly found his mother sitting in front of him in a serious manner. What happened to her? Bian Liang sat up straight and was a little nervous.

"Turn on the radio, let's have a good talk today" Fang Lin's sister's words weren't loud, but instead had a bit of gentleness and kindness.

Fang Linmei placed her hand on her son's shoulder, telling him to turn around and face her.

Bian Liang turned off the radio reluctantly and thought: Talk? Talk about what? However, his mother was rarely so serious, so he felt a little uneasy.

"Liang Liang, you're already fifteen this year. There are still a few months before the middle school exams. You have been living with your mother for nine years. Tell me, what exactly did Mom do to you? " Sister Fang Lin stared into his eyes without moving.

What was going on? Bian Liang quickly avoided his mother's eyes and lowered his head in silence.

"Don't worry, just say whatever you want. I won't blame you if you say something wrong. " Sister Fang Lin still stared at her son, gentle and serious.

Bian Liang felt a chill on his back. She, who usually nagged at him, suddenly became so calm. He was not used to it.

Seeing that he had no intention of replying, Fang Lin let out a slight sigh and said: " If you don't say. . . Then I'll say it. I know that Mom did something wrong. You hate me. "

Bian Liang thought to himself, Don't cry like a cat. I'm just a shadow of your son.

Fang Lin paused for a moment and continued, "I admit, Mom is a cleaner. If you can't make any money, you won't be able to keep your face clean. Especially since your dad is sick and owes you so much money, Mom can't give you what you want. Liang, Liang. You have to know, it's not that Mom doesn't want to give you, It's just that Mom really doesn't have money. But no matter how poor your family is, the money you have to spend. . . Even if I borrow money, I will give it to you to spend. Liang Liang, you are already a big child. We can't compare to them, let alone take other people's things. Right? "

Bian Liang's heart skipped a beat, and he deliberately looked elsewhere.

After a short pause, Fang Lin said again, "Liang Liang, come! Look at me. Tell Mom, did you take your classmate's phone?"

Bian Liang's voice was very low. "No. "

Fang Linmei patiently said, "If you take it, then return it to me. Mom won't blame you. "

"No!" Bian Liang's voice was much higher than before.

"Really?"

"Really not at all!" Even though his voice wasn't loud, it was firm.

Fang Linmei let out a light sigh of relief and revealed a gratified smile. "You have grown up. Mom believes in you. "

In a short moment, she put away her smile. Next, it was time to ask the question that was last in the exam. No matter what Sister Fang Lin asked, Bian Liang remained silent.

Actually, Bian Liang's attitude was completely within Fang Lin's expectations. This was not the first time he had achieved such a result. She had already thought that no matter how poor she was, she could not be poor, nor could she be poor in education. She decided to hire a tutor for Liang Liang to tutor him.

Just as Fang Lin's sister finished speaking, Bian Liang was so frightened that he stood up. He nervously shook his head and refused as he kept saying, "No, no, no. "

Sister Fang Lin was stunned. She actually did not appreciate it. Could it be that it was for the tuition fees of a few hundred yuan per class? This wasn't something a child should consider. Since he had already made up his mind, there was no need to be conflicted.

Why not? Bian Liang stammered out his true thoughts. He - - did not want to go to school anymore.

As soon as he said this, Fang Linmei stood up in fright. She was about to take her middle school exams. To say such a shameless thing, was it a joke? She looked at her son in astonishment, unable to speak for a moment.

Bian Liang deliberately avoided his mother's aggressive gaze. His eyes were lowered, and he stammered out the idea of working to earn money.

In addition to being shocked, Fang Lin was very angry. It was simply inconceivable. He wanted to work even before graduating from junior high school? What kind of international joke was this? That factory dared to accept child labor? Her attitude was very firm. She should give up on this idea as soon as possible. Preparing for the middle school examination was his only goal at the moment, and there was no room for negotiation.

It was rare for Bian Liang to see Sister Lin so agitated and so determined. Usually, as long as he said a few tough words, his mother would always obediently compromise, and he would always feel unhappy.

He continued to turn his head to look elsewhere to protest, and he secretly competed in his heart. Let's see how long you can last.

After a stalemate for a while, in the end, Sister Fang Lin gave in and agreed not to ask for tutoring. However, he could not escape from school anymore, much less go to an internet cafe. Even if he could not get into high school, he had to at least go to a professional technical school and then get a diploma.

Bian Liang did not speak anymore. He fell onto the bed and covered his head with a blanket with his back to Fang Linmei.

Fang Linmei was angry, angry, and helpless. She said to her son, "Think about it. " Then she went downstairs to cook.

The next day, Bian Liang came to school. Although there were still classmates discussing the matter of losing their phones, there was no evidence. A few days later. The wind also passed. However, Bian Liang felt that from that day onwards, His classmates looked at him with a strange gaze. There were always people poking his spine from behind. They called him a "thief, shameless" "wild child. This made Bian Liang feel uneasy. The thought of not wanting to go to school became more and more intense.

Half a month later, the washing machine at home broke down. Fang Lin pulled out the water pipe and moved the washing machine away. A wet blue plastic bag suddenly appeared on the ground. Fang Linmei had a suspicious look on her face. When she opened it, she saw that it was actually a silver-white Huawei phone.

It really was a phone that Liang Liang stole? Her head buzzed and immediately became chaotic. In a trance, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. A little later, she woke up. She wiped the phone dry and pressed the switch, but there was no response. After charging and fiddling with it for a long time, there was still no reaction.

Her tears silently flowed, and her white hair scattered on the pillow. Her eyes of despair stared at the corner of the wall and did not move for a long time. She heard a cry of despair from the depths of her heart: Why? Why did the heavens do this to me? What did I do wrong? Why did they punish me like this? She finally cried out, and in the quiet house, it seemed even more desolate.

In the evening, it was dawn and school was over. When she entered the house, she shouted that her stomach was hungry and that she wanted to eat. There was no one in the kitchen. The house was silent, but the door was open.

Bian Liang felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he slowed down his pace and walked upstairs. He walked upstairs. Standing on the platform at the door of the room, he slightly poked his head out and glanced at his mother's room. He saw his mother turn sideways and look at the white wall in the bed. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her face was pale. He was shocked. Could it be that. . . He shivered. He was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat and took a step back. He heard his own heartbeat.

After a slight pause, he forced himself to calm down. He peeked out and looked at his mother, who was sleeping sideways. There were tears on her face and her eyes were red and swollen. Bian Liang mustered his courage and stepped forward. After taking a few steps, he saw a blue plastic bag on the floor in front of the bed. On the bedside table was a Huawei phone. He stopped and immediately understood the reason. He finally let out a sigh of relief.

Fang Lin's sister's appearance just now really frightened Bian Liang. He was very afraid of such a scene. In this period of time, he had personally experienced this kind of terrifying scene twice. Witnessing the ruthless and tragic parting of life and death, the scene of his father and grandfather before they left was still before his eyes. Especially when he pushed the body into the crematorium. In less than half an hour, his body had turned into ashes. For the first time, he felt the fear of being turned into ashes after death. Before this, He had never thought about the true meaning of the word death. Now, he knew. And he deeply experienced the horror and pain of life and death parting.

He boldly pushed his mother's body lightly, and then immediately withdrew his hand. He felt that his body was soft and his body temperature was high. He lowered his voice and called out timidly: "Mom! What's wrong? Don't not say anything, I, I'm afraid. "

Tears suddenly flowed out of Fang Lin's tightly shut eyes.

Seeing that his mother still didn't say anything, Bian Liang pondered for a moment and returned to his room. He wrote a "guarantee" and even poked his finger with a needle, pressing down a bright red handprint.

He handed the "guarantee" to Fang Linmei and said softly, "I. . . I was wrong! I promise not to take other people's things in the future. I swear, I will definitely change it! "

Fang Linmei finally slowly turned around and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. A pair of red and swollen eyes looked at her son in front of the bed for a few minutes before she muttered, "Liang Liang, promise mother. No matter how poor the family is, we can't steal from others. " Her trembling hands took the "guarantee" and saw the blood print on it. Her heart ached faintly. "Liang Liang, you. . . " Although her voice was weak, It was clearly much more powerful than before.

Bian Liang's thumb was still stained with blood. He rubbed it with his fingers.

"You silly child. " Fang Lin's sister blamed him with heartache, "There's a band-aid in the drawer. "

The next day at work, Sister Fang Lin borrowed 1,500 yuan from Zhao Qiang. At noon, she went to town to buy a phone of the same model. At night, she brought Liang Liang to Little Xu's house in the neighboring village.

Little Xu's house was in the middle of the village. He was a famous fat boy in the class. A teenager was already as thick as his waist and arms. His mouth was curled up on his round, fat face like a small cherry. Little Xu opened the door and stuck out his round head.

Bian Liang and Fang Lin stood at the door. Little Xu had a surprised look on his face as he shouted at the house, Mommy!

Little Xu's loud shout startled his mother. She ran to the door in a few steps and was a little surprised to see the unfamiliar mother and son of Sister Fang Lin standing in the dark.

Little Xu's mother was a fashionable and well-developed woman. She had golden curly hair and a pair of earrings that kept shaking under the light.

With a sincere smile on her face, Fang Lin handed the original packaged new phone to her.

Little Xu's mother immediately understood why Fang Lin was here. She did not answer the phone and was instantly displeased. She raised her voice and said, "You only came now? How long has it been? "

Fang Lin's mother's face turned red. Fortunately, it was at night. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I've caused you trouble. I'm sorry!" She held her phone with both hands and bowed deeply to express her apology.

Little Xu also shouted, "We bought it a long time ago. "

Sister Fang Lin let out a soft "Ah" and pretended to be calm as she said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'll pay for it. I'll send the money over in a few days. " Fang Linmei bowed deeply once again, and then said to Bian Liang with a commanding tone, "Quickly! Apologize to Auntie and Little Xu. "

Bian Liang stretched his face and said, "I'm sorry. " His attitude was stiff, and his expression was extremely unnatural.

Fang Linmei thought to herself, Now that we've reached the point where we have one person in hand, we can't let the child suffer because of the family's difficulties. 'If my phone had lit up earlier, I wouldn't have had such an embarrassing situation today. '

Fang Linmei left with Liang Liang feeling ashamed.

"You're uncultured! You're a thief now. It's definitely not a good thing if you grow up. " Little Xu's mother whispered to Fang Lin's mother's back.

"Shameless thief!" Little Xu cursed loudly.

Little Xu's curse was so piercing to Fang Linmei's ears in the darkness that her heart was bleeding.

On the contrary, Bian Liang was the opposite. If it wasn't for his mother's presence, he would have really wanted to go back and have a fight with her to vent his anger. It was just an old phone. He didn't even want his new phone. Was there a need to scold him so harshly?

The next day, the news of Bian Liang stealing the phone spread like wildfire and quickly spread throughout the entire school. Wherever he went, people would look at him with disdain. Some students pointed and pointed at him. Not only did they mutter that he was a "bastard," some even called him a "thief," and a "bastard thief, a god thief. "

After school, Bian Liang was very depressed. He lowered his head and walked alone on the road. A few of his classmates walked past him and deliberately avoided him with strange looks in their eyes. A few more classmates came over and whispered to each other. Occasionally, intermittent voices could be heard: " He was the one who stole the phone and looked at him with shifty eyes. One look and you can tell that he's not a good person! "

Another student said, "In the past, he might have even stolen other things from the class. . . "

" Right! It's possible that I lost a pen last time. "

"My imported eraser is also missing, could it be. . . "

"This kind of godly thief, stay away from him in the future. "

The students all circled around him to avoid him, their mouths full of unclean words.

Bian Liang did not expect that the situation would develop to such an unbearable extent. He was like a mouse crossing the street. Everyone shouted at him. He had already used sufficient perseverance to restrain his emotions, and he had to endure it again and again. However, every sentence of his classmates was harsh, sharp, and vicious. Like a dagger stabbing into his heart, he was completely enraged. He cursed in his heart, 'Isn't it just a broken phone? What's so great about it? Is it necessary? Is it necessary?'

He walked to the riverside in a huff and took out the unlucky phone from his schoolbag. He threw it into the river without any hesitation. The phone sank into the water with a 'plop' sound, as if it had thrown all the bad luck and resentment into the water. Ripples spread across the surface of the river, and soon, peace was restored.

Bian Liang's face was ashen. He accidentally saw the scar on the back of his hand. He clenched his teeth and returned to the main road with a frown. He resolutely walked towards the Internet cafe.

After entering the Internet cafe, he suddenly thought of why he would use his phone to vent his anger. This was the new phone that his mother had just bought yesterday. His heart ached and he regretted not being able to get rid of it for a long time.