Saving the Tragic Adonis

"I want to save my mother, no one can stop me..."

Yin Mingzheng sat cross-legged on the cot, and the mobile phone placed on the bed table played the fifteenth episode of "August the Great". He watched it carefully and did not find it funny.

Clicking on the barrage, the original sporadic barrage suddenly increased, and they were all barrages such as [Look at the magic trick of shaking your legs] [Shake your legs is coming and start].

All the barrages are mocking.

Yin Mingzheng was a bit at a loss. He thought Aogu was very handsome and charming. Why did these people laugh at the protagonist Aogu?

The men outside turned on the TV and watched while drinking, like a demon. Yin Mingzheng had imagined many times since he was a child that one day he would defeat the Demon King and save his mother.

Perhaps, this is the idea of ​​every boy in a domestic violence family.

"August the Great" is a niche TV series. Not many people watch it. He likes it silently. Aogu has the same idea as him. He saves his mother from the devil. He can also use spells and swordsmanship. When someone bullies him, he trembles. Face everything with your legs, against the whole world.

In fact, in every incident, Aogu will be bullied and not understood, but in the end it will be proven that he is right.

Just such a person, why do people hate him and laugh at him?

In the fourth grade of elementary school, Yin Qiang was furious and beat Yin Mingzheng's mother and son. Zhou Juan hugged Yin Mingzheng and cried, but Yin Mingzheng was at a loss.

Later, he accidentally found this TV series on his mother's mobile phone, and soon fell in love with the plot and protagonist in it.

He fantasized countless times that he was Aogu, beat Yin Qiang to the ground, and then pulled Zhou Juan away from the house and never came back, but unfortunately it was only a fantasy.

He's too young to beat.

The classmates in the school and the barrage in the video all told him that shaking his legs is a very bad behavior, and he will be laughed at and ridiculed. Well, he will not do this in the future.

Yin Mingzheng put down his mobile phone and silently took out the workbook.

The door was pushed open, and Zhou Juan walked in.

Yin Mingzheng raised her head, Zhou Juan's expression was a little strange today, she stared at Yin Mingzheng for a while before saying, "Mingzheng, did you encounter something unhappy at school recently?"

Yin Mingzheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No."

Zhou Juan snorted and said nothing. She suddenly found out that she didn't know how to communicate with this child. When she left it alone, Yin Mingzheng had grown into a teenager who was almost fifteen years old.

"Then, have you been bullied?" Zhou Juan asked again.

Yin Mingzheng shook his head, "No."

He speaks very little, and is more reticent at home.

Zhou Juan stood awkwardly for a while, and decided to say Shu Ning's words, "I heard that some people in the school imitated your posture... Maybe, those classmates didn't want to laugh at you, they were just joking, don't take it to heart..."

Yin Mingzheng smiled lightly, "I know."

Zhou Juan was a little discouraged, "If you are really bullied, tell your mother that she cares about you very much."

"Um."

Zhou Juan is not very good at communicating with Yin Mingzheng. The older the child, the farther away she feels. She put two hundred yuan on Yin Mingzheng's cot and said, "Mingzheng, lunch money."

After saying that, he left the room and closed the door.

Yin Mingzheng looked at the two hundred yuan on the bed, and his eyes slowly turned red.

He took 200 yuan and put it into his schoolbag very carefully.

Recently, the family is getting more and more difficult. Last time, Zhou Juan didn't give him lunch money, so that he didn't eat lunch for a few days. Knowing that his family was poor, he didn't ask for money and decided to carry it on an empty stomach.

However, one day, Zhou Juan suddenly said sorry to him. He forgot to pay the lunch fee before, saying that he is now an older child and needs to eat better. Since then, the weekly lunch fee has risen from the minimum school standard of 60 yuan to Two hundred dollars.

In the past, he could only eat the worst lunch of twelve yuan once, but now he can eat twenty or thirty lunches and save his pocket money.

Too extravagant.

He originally wanted to take one hundred, but Zhou Juan insisted on giving him two hundred.

In order to live up to Zhou Juan, he took the money, but only spent 100 per week, and saved the remaining 100 to buy meat and vegetables on weekends to improve the food at home.

When Zhou Juan saw him shopping for vegetables, she acquiesced.

On weekends, Yin Mingzheng would buy spare ribs, chicken and duck with the money he saved, and buy some good things that Zhou Juan didn't buy before, and learn how to stew soup and fry from the Internet to nourish his family.

unprecedented satisfaction.

In the past, Zhou Juan didn't care much about his school, so he sometimes had the illusion that his mother didn't care about him, and no one in the world cared about him.

However, he realized today that Zhou Juan has him in his heart.

If she really didn't care, how did she know that someone in the school imitated her leg shaking? She must have accidentally found out by asking the head teacher.

Knowing that, Zhou Juan actually cared about whether he would be hurt or not, so she came to ask.

His mother has been watching him silently.

Realizing this, Yin Mingzheng blamed himself.

Such a mother who would rather starve herself than give him two hundred yuan for living expenses and secretly inquire about how he is doing in school, why should she doubt her love?

Yin Mingzheng stroked the worn schoolbag with a warm heart.

Going to school the next day, Yin Mingzheng sat in the seat, Shu Ning next to him seemed to want to talk to him, but Yin Mingzheng ignored him.

Outsiders have rejected him since he was a child, and he does not expect the tolerance of the world.

It's enough for him to have a mother.

As long as I can get my mother's understanding and love, other people's attitudes don't matter.

Yin Mingzheng tucked his schoolbag into the stomach of the desk, lowered his head, his long eyelashes fluttered, and his side face was graceful and smooth.

After a while, he felt something was wrong, raised his head, and before he knew it, several boys surrounded him.

"What?" Yin Mingzheng stood up, his whole body tense.

He was never afraid of fighting, because he was used to fighting since he was a child, but fighting was a way of communication that he was familiar with.

When he was about to have a big fight, several boys looked at each other and suddenly bowed their heads, "I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't learn to shake your legs."

"We didn't mean to ridicule you."

"Sorry!"

Running away.

Yin Mingzheng: "…"

Yin Mingzheng couldn't react, and stayed in place for a while before slowly sitting back in his seat.

He didn't understand why those boys apologized to him, it was really inexplicable.

This is not the way he is familiar.

Others have always been malicious to him. In the face of malice, he knows how to deal with it, but in the face of kindness, he does not know.

The heart is beating fast.

He wanted someone to explain to him why, but didn't know who to ask.

Suddenly there was a "I'm sorry."

Yin Mingzheng turned his head and saw the handsome blond boy looking at him sincerely.

Yin Mingzheng frowned, "Why do you apologize?"

Shu Ning handed him the phone and motioned for him to look at it.

Yin Mingzheng took it in doubt, and found that it was a post on a school forum. He didn't go to the school forum very much, anyway, he knew that others would not say good things about him.

The title of the post: Is imitating someone else's posture and way of speaking bullying?

The post resonated, and many people followed it below, and some people attracted high praise from the outside station, and the discussion was very lively.

"Seeing this post, a few classmates and I suddenly realized that imitating your actions was also a form of bullying, so I wanted to say sorry to you." Shu Ning's voice was clear and sincere, "However, the few of us are just Just kidding, I definitely didn't mean to laugh at you, I hope you can forgive me."

Only then did Yin Mingzheng understand why those boys suddenly apologized just now.

It was because of this post.

Has he had any luck lately? The lunch fee went up, everyone started apologizing to him, and no one attacked him with the old things of the past and satirized him.

Yin Mingzheng was a little dazed, but after a while, he regained his senses, returned the phone to Shu Ning uncomfortably, snorted softly, and turned his head away.

"The last time I wronged you, you didn't say to forgive me, and you didn't say it this time. Can you forgive me?" the boy next to him continued to ask.

Yin Mingzheng was a little nervous, raised his head pretending to be indifferent, stared at the boy and said, "Are you annoying?"

"Then forgive me."

The boy dyed his blond hair and seemed to want to imitate him, so he was invited to the office. Later, I vaguely heard that he said directly to the head teacher in the office that "dyed hair does not mean a bad student".

Honestly, it was a surprise.

He has a good appearance, his eyes are bright, and he looks like a little sun when he is dyed blond.

Laughing can burn people's eyes.

Yin Mingzheng turned his head, "Why should I forgive you?"

The boy stopped talking.

After a while, he secretly put a carton of milk on his desk, "It's all classmates, don't be so serious, I apologize."

Yin Mingzheng frowned, he was annoyed by such words, as if he didn't know the similarity.

It was obviously a stupid boy who was instigated to trouble him, as if he should be forgiven if he apologized, and it was his fault if he didn't forgive.

Why?

He threw the milk on the other side's desk and looked down at the book.

The milk rolled off the desk and fell to the ground. He heard the sound of the other side's desk and chair moving. After a while, the milk was picked up.

"Okay, you don't have to forgive me." The man said, "This carton of milk is a token of our breaking up. If you don't want to be friends with me, if you don't want to talk to me, just drink this carton of milk. say…"

beep beep

Yin Mingzheng took the milk in his hand, Gululu finished drinking it, pinched off the carton, and signaled that Shu Ning had finished drinking the milk before throwing the carton into a nearby trash can.

Shu Ning observed him for a moment, then grinned, "I understand."

Yin Mingzheng snorted lightly, lowered his head and continued to read.

In fact, he didn't see much into it, but he didn't know what to do sitting there. His mobile phone is a machine that Zhou Juan does not use, the screen is broken, the memory is very small, and he did not buy a **** package because it is too expensive... so that he does not play mobile games, and he is too lazy to read mobile web pages.

The friendship has been broken, but the eyes of the same table have been falling on him.

Yin Mingzheng pretended not to see it, but his gaze was too hot to ignore.

Yin Mingzheng turned his head unbearably, and the tablemate quickly looked back.

Yin Mingzheng had a bad seizure, so he lowered his head and continued to read.

There was a click next to him, and Yin Mingzheng turned his head to capture the picture of his deskmate quickly retracting his phone.

"What are you doing?" Yin Mingzheng asked in surprise.

The tablemate said nervously, "It's nothing."

Yin Mingzheng was incomprehensible, "Are you taking pictures of me secretly?"

His voice was a bit loud because of the shock, and everyone around looked over.

Shu Ning was embarrassed.

Yin Mingzheng said: "Deleted."

Shu Ning, like a erring elementary school student, handed him the phone slowly, his eyes dodging, a bit of embarrassment, fear, and shyness hidden in it.

The moment Yin Mingzheng got the phone, he suddenly had a subtle feeling of being in control of this person. That feeling was different from liking and not hating. It was as if Shu Ning was in his palm, and he could do whatever he wanted to him, while the other dare not resist.

Total control.

Putting those strange thoughts aside for a moment, Yin Mingzheng opened Shu Ning's photo album, and there was indeed a photo of him in it.

With his face turned sideways, his lines are clean and clear, like a prince on campus.

He didn't know how he looked like from other people's perspectives.

Yin Mingzheng sneered, deleted the photo, and sneered coldly: "You actually took my photo, are you really gay?"