A Heartwarming Decade

The Ministry of Education advocates quality education. City B is an imperial city. In response to the call of the central government, it must be met.

As a result, the only physical education class every week, in Aheng's school, is full of joy, and several sets of sportswear are customized for the students. However, Xilin's product is absolutely a counterfeit. What Nike Adi is back to back, imitation is vivid and perfect.

The principal said with a smile: "Classmates, you don't want to study hard, can you afford to make you a master of brand-name sportswear?"

The crowd was deeply convinced, and worshipped them, feeling that there is such a sentence, what the principal said for so many years can completely flush into the toilet.

Yes, it’s not for quality, we also have to do for those few messy trademarks, such as adidos, NEKI, how well-known and ecstatic brands...

It is a pity that in winter, the weather is not so good, the cold wind is blowing, and the trees are bare. A Heng was thinking about it. If the leaves are the clothes of the tree, then it is strange enough, green jacket in summer, streaking in winter... Ha ha.

The term "streaking" began to be popular in schools at that time. The boys boasted and talked madly, ×××, if I am not very good, let's go naked.

Ah Heng found it interesting, and was always thinking about using this term, but couldn't find the opportunity.

Therefore, seeing the dead tree, the time and the place are right, and the scenery is in love. I am very satisfied.

A word from the physical education teacher as usual-free activities, the boys humiliated, fighting on the basketball court.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, holding volleyballs and chatting, facing the basketball court, they are quite arrogant and instructive: this long-bearded man in Nike Adidas thought he was Jordan, but in fact he was a hooligan; is that oily hair Knowing that it hasn't been washed for a few days, the representative of "no character, quality, no tutor" and "three no". Two words to leave you alone: ​​unbearable, terrible!

Ah Heng doesn't know much about basketball, but he suffocated a lot when he heard the comments from the girls. After a while, the girls silenced. Without exception, reserved and elegant.

A Heng glanced through the cracks and saw a group of high school sophomores who were discussing a game with their class. It was Si Wan who happened to take the lead. Their class is also sports.

Sindayi saw Si Wan, smiled with white teeth dazzling, and leaning on his shoulders with the young man, he did not live up to the word "fa young", and the two horses became a pair. It's a pity that the dribble is sturdy and the basket smashes. The girls are distressed and hissing and crying: "Auntie, please be lighter. You don't have to go into class alive if you hurt Wen Siwan!"

Si Wan was gentle and gentle on the surface, and nodded politely to the girls, but when he heard Fa Xiaoerxin's teeth creaking, he was amused, and he didn't know when he offended the stunned head. However, his brother didn't have to face, grabbed the ball, made a three-step layup, relaxed, and hit the rebound.

Thinking smiled like a dragon, looking back with a smile, Bai Meisheng shocked a group of little hens beside him. The girls were so shy in their hearts, but they scolded Sindayi for being unwilling, and shame them for the third class.

Sindayi crossed his eyebrows, stared at the girl with big eyes like a light bulb, and said "Rely", moving the world, the stadium trembled.

Knowing Sindayi's temper, the girls talked about it and went to the side to play volleyball together in twos and threes.

A Heng dropped the order and squatted quietly in the corner. Straighten your arms, put your wrists together, catch the ball with your wrist, she... will do it too.

On the left, the basketball court, with vigorous posture and sweating; on the right, with graceful gestures and a sweet smile.

She is in the middle, neither left nor right.

So, a little lonely.

After squatting for a while, his feet were a little numb, he stood up and stomped his feet; stood for a while, and when he was tired, he squatted down again.

After repeating it back and forth several times, Ah Heng felt that he was tossing around, so he might as well go back to the classroom to do some physics problems.

But when she just got up, a white ball flew towards her.

"Bang!" A sturdy face enthusiastically hit the volleyball.

Aheng squatted on the ground holding his nose, tears coming out.

A girl ran over and patted her shoulder, somewhat rude: "Hey, Wen Heng, are you okay?"

"No...no...it's okay." A Heng's head was a little confused, his nose hurt so badly, his voice was urn.

"what did you say?"

"It's okay." She was dizzy, and the stars circled her head.

"Can you speak up a little louder!" The northern girl was hearty and could not see others tweaking. A Heng's voice was very small, so the girl raised the voice, a little impatient.

Ah Heng was a little anxious. He really wanted to yell, "You try to get hit by a volleyball and you can't speak." Unfortunately, the Beijing dialect is still at an infant level, so he shut up, hypnotizing his heart. .

People, not breaking out in silence, are more silent in silence.

Within a few seconds, a hot thing ran down the fingers from the nostrils.

Click, click.

Bright red blood.

A Heng was a little dizzy at first, and there was a group of people around him, and the more he looked at it, the more he became blurred, his head tilted and unconscious.

She had a dream, and the dream was white, rich and cold.

When I woke up, I found myself covered with a quilt, a warm atmosphere different from dreams. Opening his eyes, I saw a familiar face-Si Wan.

"Are you awake?" The boy laughed.

"Yeah." A Heng smiled, his black eyes were gentle and clear.

"Does it still hurt?" Si Wan's voice became more gentle, his eyes staring at her with a trace of pity in his eyes.

A Heng looked at Si Wan and smiled, with warm lips and crooked eyebrows.

"It doesn't hurt." She shook her head.

Ah Heng felt that he was not squeamish, and if the children of the poor were still squeamish, it would be fatal.

The habit developed in the Yun family, whether it is knocking on a tree or a stone, even if you are stupid, your father and mother must be "not painful" when asked.

Only when the cloud is there are you qualified for pain.

Si Wan lightly touched Aheng's nose that had just been stopped by the school doctor.

She shrank back quickly, took a breath of air, and looked at Si Wan, a little aggrieved.

Si smiled, dimpled deeply, rubbed A Heng's black hair, and said warmly, "Look, it's still painful. Don't bear it if it hurts, eh?"

The redness of Aheng's eye circles originated from my nose, which doesn't feel so painful. It hurts so much now. However, there seemed to be a stove burning in my heart, warm and warm.

After returning to work from the infirmary, everyone looked at her strangely, especially the girls. The next class of physical education is self-study. A Heng secretly thanked him and returned to his seat to prepare for the problem.

"Oh, poor little boy is back!"

A Heng looked up, and the girl in the front row looked at her strangely.

She froze there.

The other girls sneered, looking at her with disdain. The boys don’t care. Sitting there, they just feel that girls are petty, but life is so boring and there are good scenes to watch. When should we not gossip? As a result, they frowned as if they were making questions, but their ears stuck out.

Aheng pondered hard, besides the apes and monkeys, did the ancestors of humans also have donkeys?

"Wen Heng, you teach everyone how to calculate the time so accurately, you fainted as soon as Wen Siwan walked over?" The girl who hit her with the ball, across several rows of seats, turned towards A Heng She shouted, smiling at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were cold.

A Heng paused, lowered his head, and continued to calculate the problem.

"What are you doing, are you disgusting?"

A Heng felt the blood rushing out of his body, and wanted to say "Si Wan is my brother". However, Si Wan is such a dazzling person, everyone likes him so much, she can't discredit him.

It is not a glorious thing to have a sister who is stuttering. She didn't look down on herself much, but in this environment, it was obviously more stupid to look up at herself than to look down on herself.

Of course, she grew up and had many teachers, but no one taught her before, and she had to bear the insult.

Everyone is looking at her. They have teasing, good-looking, mocking, triumphant, aggressive looks in their eyes, but they have no integrity.

She quietly took a volleyball from the locker at the back of the classroom and slammed it at the girl's shoulder with moderate strength.

"Ah!" cried out painfully.

A Heng looked at the girl grinning lightly, without a trace of emotion in her gentle eyes, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

The girl's face was flushed, her shoulders were hot, and her heart was very angry. She stared at Ah Heng, "What are you doing?"

"Are you pretending?"

Aheng smiled.

If people are not immersed in the scene, how can they experience the pain of others?

Others treat her very well, and she only returns three points to others. But these three points are precisely her self-esteem, tolerance and calmness.

However, if this is very kind and warm, she will double it, and give it a thoughtful response, so good that it is heartfelt.

It's a pity that these people didn't know that even Sindayi, who became a very good friend in the future, just didn't say a word.

A Heng never remembers grudges, but she wants to remember that his ancestors will be immortal for all generations.

Because the sadness of being insulted by others, even the generous-born, she never really forgot.

Really, so sad, alone.

That day.