Su Jianwei's class teacher stared at the bone-chopping knife in Lin Yulan's hand, which seemed to be stained with blood, in fear and swallowed hard.
He soothed Lin Yulan's emotions with a trembling voice, "Mother Su Jianwei, you misunderstood. No one here wants to bully your daughter."
“Yes, yes, yes!”
"It's your daughter who is bullying our daughter."
Lin Yulan's hand, gripping the bone-chopping knife, was shaking. "Bullshit!"
"My daughter is quiet and introverted, and she never bullies anyone. It's you! It's you who bully our Weiwei time and time again. You're the ones who force us to do this!"
Su Jianwei listened to the voice of the woman in front of him who was devastated but still defending herself, looked at her trembling hands that tightly grasped the bone-chopping knife, and her body that had been protecting him behind her from beginning to end.
Her eyes were a little hot, and she didn't know if it was because of the heat at the end of June or the wind.
None of the parents and teachers on the opposite side dared to continue to provoke Lin Yulan. Everyone could see that her emotions were at a critical point of collapse.
It’s just that sometimes there are things that adults don’t dare to do, but children don’t have so many concerns about.
"We didn't force you to do that."
A voice, not loud but very clear, came out, "You think you're justified in having a mistress give birth to an illegitimate daughter!"
As soon as the girl made a sound, her mother quickly covered her mouth.
She did this not because she felt her daughter had done anything wrong, but because she was afraid that her daughter would anger the crazy woman in front of her.
"I'm not!"
Lin Yulan has never been a good talker.
During this period, she explained countless times and even sent people from her hometown to bring someone who knew the situation, but no one listened to her explanation.
Until now, the word "mistress" seemed to have been nailed to her body, and she became a rat crossing the street, hated by everyone.
Since the rumor came out, Lin Yulan has been subjected to slander and humiliation.
It's okay for her to suffer some grievances, but she can't let her daughter suffer the same grievances as her.
"Weiwei is a legitimate child. When I was pregnant with Weiwei, Su Zhiping and I were still married!"
"He abandoned Weiwei and me to go back to the city. I'm not a mistress!"
After Lin Yulan finished speaking, she looked at the indifference in the eyes of the people opposite her, and suddenly felt that her explanation was as powerless as the one she had given in front of the restaurant.
They don't believe in themselves, and they don't care what the facts are.
Lin Yulan took a deep breath. She looked at Su Jianwei's head teacher and said angrily, "We won't go to this crappy school anymore!"
"Transfer to another school!"
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Su Jianwei was originally worried about how she would get along with classmates whom she knew and didn't know, but Lin Yulan's suggestion of transferring schools directly resolved Su Jianwei's concerns.
After Lin Yulan pulled Su Jianwei out of the office, she rode her motorcycle directly from the school gate to take Su Jianwei home.
After returning home, Lin Yulan told Su Jianwei to stay in the house and not go out, then turned around and left on her motorcycle.
When Su Jianwei was the only one left at home, she could finally look at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment in front of her without any scruples.
In the past few years since the end of the world, Su Jianwei has become accustomed to touching around in unfamiliar places first, and this place is no exception.
The house in front of you was bought by Lin Yulan last year. It has three bedrooms and two living rooms on the first floor with a courtyard.
There is a simple shed on the left side of the yard with several large vats inside. You can faintly smell the aroma of some sauce.
On the right side of the yard there is a thick and leafy persimmon tree. Under the tree are two bamboo chairs and a table, and there is also a bicycle against the wall.
There was a pile of garbage in the corner of the gate, which looked like it had been swept up in a hurry and not thrown away yet.
Su Jianwei had picked up a lot of trash and turned it into treasure during the apocalypse, so she subconsciously walked over, only to find that it was full of broken wine bottles, broken light bulbs, some rotten vegetable leaves and other miscellaneous unusable things.
It seems that Lin Yulan doesn’t drink?
Just as Su Jianwei's doubts flashed through his mind, a wine bottle was thrown in from outside the wall and smashed into pieces on the ground.
"The mistress is ugly, the mistress is mean, and the mistress's daughter has a rotten heart..."
Children aged seven, eight or nine sang songs they made up and threw all kinds of garbage into Su Jianwei's yard as if they were competing.
She looked at the yard that had become a mess in an instant, and suddenly understood where the garbage in the corner of the door came from.
The game outside was still going on until a child suddenly screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
The kids around him not only didn't show any concern, but some of them pointed at him and laughed, "Hahaha, you lose, ah!"
The wanton smile on the boy's face was instantly replaced by pain. He suddenly retracted his hand, which was hit by something, and the bottle fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
He was not the only one who was hit. Green tomatoes the size of thumbs hit the mischievous children outside like cannonballs, and they ran away shouting "Enemy attack".
Some of them cleverly discovered the location where the "enemy" was attacking based on the "bullets", but before they could see clearly who the enemy was, they were beaten so hard that they dared not show their heads.
Su Jianwei sat on the trunk of the persimmon tree, picking small persimmons from the tree. As long as any child dared to show his head, he would make sure that the "bullets" in his hand would hit them all with bruises.
In the end, the leading kid could only helplessly shout, "The enemy's firepower is too strong," and retreated with a group of other little kids.
Su Jianwei did not come down from the tree because he could not hear the children's noise.
She sat quietly on the tree, listening to the birds singing, smelling the fragrance of the leaves, and feeling the no longer scorching sunlight falling on her through the layers of leaves, as if she had become one with her surroundings.
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