The girl was depressed for a long time. She didn't want to eat or talk. The other children tried to comfort her.
"Sister Qingmang, you still have us!"
"Xiao Zhi is a bad guy. He stole Sister Qingmang's parents away. We won't play with him anymore!"
"But he won't come back to play with us anymore... He went to the city with them."
"Sister Qingmang, can you please talk to us? Don't be sad."
The dean took her to his office alone. She looked at him with loving eyes and finally couldn't help asking, "Why?"
The dean sighed. "Even if Xiaozhi didn't say that, they would still take him away. Qingmang, it's not because you're not good enough, it's because you're a girl, and a grown-up child."
She stood up and stuffed a red envelope into her hand. "This is what that uncle left for you. He still admires you very much. Don't be sad, Qingmang, and don't feel resentful. You still have a lot. Be grateful and think more about the good things. Be good."
The wind blew away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes. In the blink of an eye, several years passed. The twin ponytails became a single ponytail, and the calmness in her eyes remained the same as before.
"Class monitor, can you explain this question to me?"
"Okay." The girl explained the problem to her classmate with a gentle expression. After the classmate understood, he said a series of words of thanks. She just shook her head gently. "You're welcome."
During evening study, she sat alone at the podium doing her homework, occasionally looking up to check on the class discipline. One time, when she looked up, she said, "Li Jiawei, stop talking."
"Pfft..." Someone laughed. "Jiawei, how many times this month has the monitor called you out on this? Don't you learn your lesson?"
Li Jiawei looked disdainful. "So what if I speak? What living person doesn't speak? What will the monitor do if I don't shut up? Will he tell the teacher?"
"I will record it and report it to Teacher Wang," said the girl.
"Tsk, you only know how to tell the teacher. Shen Qingmang, this is all you can do, and you still dare to control me? My parents are obedient to me, and you, an orphan, want to teach others."
The girl's face turned pale. Someone grabbed Li Jiawei and whispered, "Don't go too far."
Within a few days, the girl was gradually isolated by her classmates. Feeling helpless, she turned to the teacher for help. After investigating, the teacher discovered that Li Jiawei had spread the news and called her to the office to reprimand her. She remained unmoved. "I don't think I did anything wrong. Shen Qingmang is only a good kid in front of you. If you don't believe me, ask other students and see how she bullies others."
The teacher called in other students for a confrontation. One of them was the boy who had asked Shen Qingmang questions earlier. He looked at Li Jiawei's warning eyes and the girl's expectant gaze, lowered his head, and whispered softly, "The class monitor often... often did threaten us, saying that if we didn't obey her, she would report us to the teacher and our parents."
The girl trembled slightly and looked at the teacher: "Teacher Wang, I didn't do it. I didn't do it."
The teacher, however, looked disappointed. "I've always believed in you, Qingmang. But the classmates are all saying this. How about this? You take a break and let the deputy monitor do more of the work, okay?"
Two weeks later, the girl attended a parent-teacher conference without her parents. After the meeting, she saw Li Jiawei's parents, Li Jiawei, and her homeroom teacher laughing and chatting, and then handed them a gift box. She stepped back and stepped on the mop, which made a loud noise and drew several people's attention.
Li Jiawei's father saw her and waved with a smile. "Isn't this Xiao Shen? Uncle took a photo with you when he went to the welfare home before. Do you remember?"
The girl nodded silently.
It turned out to be this person. He had donated books and daily necessities to the welfare home several times. What did the director say at that time? Thank this uncle and be grateful to everyone who helped you.
Be grateful, Shen Qingmang.
The girl grew up in silence. When she was in high school, her deskmate was a shy boy who was very kind to her and always cared about her. She listened to the dean and studied wholeheartedly. She regarded love as a disaster, but she also imagined that after the college entrance examination was over and there was no academic pressure, the two of them might be able to walk hand in hand on the street.
Then one day, she passed by the tree-lined path and heard the conversation between the boy and his friend.
"I heard from Lao Xiao that you gave Zhou Yingying an extremely expensive lipstick for her birthday last week."
"That straight guy Lao Xiao also knows the brand of lipstick? I gave it to him."
"Oh my, what do you mean? Didn't you tell me you liked Shen Qingmang? I saw it on her birthday, and you gave her a notebook. That thing only cost a few dozen yuan, and that lipstick cost over 200 yuan. Are you planning to invest in two lines?"
"Qing Mang isn't the kind of girl who despises the poor and loves the rich. As long as the thought is there, that's enough. Zhou Yingying is so picky. If you give her a cheap gift, she probably won't even look at it and will just throw it in the trash."
"Hahaha, you're really good. But if you ask me, for love, you can find a little princess like Zhou Yingying, but for marriage, you have to find someone like Shen Qingmang who knows how to live."
The girl returned to the classroom, took out the notebook wrapped in transparent paper from the deep inside of her desk, and threw it into the trash can, along with her budding heartbeat.
The last page of the yellowed memory finally turned to dust. In the brightly lit dormitory, four girls were lying on the bed chatting.
"The teaching internship is really useful. After this internship, I no longer want to be a teacher."
"Me too. I work myself to death teaching them, but they still get it wrong the next day. Was I that stupid when I was in school?"
"We're studying at a normal school. What else can we do if not become teachers? Hey, Qingmang is going to teach in rural areas. What are you thinking, Qingmang? Is it for a place in graduate school?"
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