Chapter 472 Desperate Student (Extra)
In the second year of junior high school, my deskmate lost a week's lunch money, 100 yuan. I became the main suspect.
Because I was not good-looking at the time, my grades were not good enough, and I was depressed because my parents were getting divorced, and I was often bullied. My deskmate was one of the people who bullied me. Every time she came home from school, she would press her schoolbag on my arm, and then pack up the homework and take it away. Compared with other people's verbal insults or physical harassment, she was "good enough" to me, so I never resisted.
After she lost the money, I was pulled into the toilet by the female monitor and other female classmates to strip and check. No one knew how she lost the money, but they all seemed to believe that I was the thief.
I still remember the scene very clearly. A lot of people blocked in front of me, and boys would occasionally peek in at the toilet door. I was squeezed in the corner of the toilet and could see the snowflakes slowly falling outside through the gap in the wall. But I think the most embarrassing and awkward moment was not the way they looked at me like a thief, but the ruthless laugh they made when they took off my red down jacket and found the holes on my clothes.
I was not afraid of their looks because I didn't steal her money at all, but the holes on my clothes ruthlessly exposed the fact that no one cared about me. I was afraid that all of them would know that my parents were about to divorce and I would soon become a child without a home.
They didn't find any money from me, and my deskmate was a little disappointed. Later in class, she kept crying and said that she lost her money and didn't dare to tell her family. I held the fifty yuan in my schoolbag, which was all my lunch money for this week. I hesitated and handed it to her. I whispered, just take it and don't tell your family. She ignored me, but other students whispered. I remember a sentence very clearly: those who show kindness without any reason are either treacherous or thieves. I was very angry inside but didn't dare to do or say anything. I could only lower my head and put the money back into my bag.
I thought the matter was over. The next day, I went to school happily, but I was called to the dean's office during morning self-study. Apparently, they had just finished a meeting. All the teachers were sitting in the office. When they saw me coming in, some of them raised their heads. My head teacher looked at me with a particularly disgusted look, as if I was a scum in her eyes. It
was the first time I walked into the dean's office. Facing so many teachers, I was at a loss and my heart was trembling. My head teacher pointed at me with her sharp voice and her newly manicured fingers and said, "Tangyuan, do you admit it now, or wait until I call your parents and ask them to come over before admitting it."
I clenched my fists, feeling very aggrieved, and wanted to ask the head teacher why she was sure that I stole it. Is it because I sat closest to my deskmate who lost the money? !
All the teachers in the office turned their heads to look at me, as if they also believed that I was the thief.
It was the first time that the head teacher was contradicted by someone. She didn't look at me directly, but took out her mobile phone to call my parents. I begged her to stop beating me. But she seemed to be more convinced that I stole the money.
Her harsh scolding sounded in my ears, "You are so shameless at such a young age, and you are a girl. I must call your parents today. Not only will I call them to tell them that they have raised a thief daughter, but I will also tell them that her daughter is not suitable for studying. Staying in school will only affect the study of other students and lower the class average."
The looks of the other teachers made me embarrassed, but what embarrassed me even more was what the head teacher said. I wanted to get into the ground at that time. I will remember the head teacher's movements and expressions when scolding me for the rest of my life, even though I later learned that she was so irritable to me because of the broken family relationship. I have never forgotten it.
Just when the head teacher was about to make a phone call, a young and beautiful female teacher walked in.
She was a newly hired art teacher in our school. I heard that she was one of the best graduates of CAFA. Her surname and her profession match well, so I remember her name very clearly.
Her name is Hua Shiyi.
The other teachers just watched me being scolded and scolded, and occasionally cast one or two meaningful eyes at me. But Teacher Hua was different from them. She stood beside me firmly. She put her hand on my shoulder. Her gentle voice was not loud but could be heard throughout the office. She said, "I believe Tangyuan. She is not such a child."
Why did she believe me? I was touched but also had doubts. The head teacher was the first to stand up and question.
Teacher Hua touched my hair. Her voice was very soft and gentle. She told everyone standing in the office, "A child who donates all his lunch money to the elderly beggars on the street would never do such a thing."
"What is the proof?" the head teacher asked again.
In fact, I have forgotten whether I have done such a good deed. I was a little afraid that Teacher Hua would shirk it to help me.
Teacher Hua took out her mobile phone, opened the mobile phone album and handed it to my head teacher. The head teacher took a look and saw that my face changed. Teacher Hua's mobile phone was passed one by one, and finally it came to me. Seeing the pictures with clear dates, clear people and clear locations on them, I remembered that I had indeed done such a thing. I was also very glad that I did such a good deed and was seen and even photographed by others.
Based on the guarantee of the painting teacher, the head teacher did not insist on calling my parents. She casually asked about my pocket money and walked out, never looking at me straight in the eye. But the next day, the news that I stole money spread throughout the school.
I think if there was no painting teacher, I would not have survived that period. Because rumors are terrible, three people can make a tiger, and I have become a thief. Although I have never done so.
During that time, the painting teacher taught me to paint whenever she was free, so that I could use the brush to relieve my emotions. While splashing ink, in the colorful world, I really forgot all the troubles in real life.
Influenced by the painting teacher, I later became an art teacher, teaching students to paint, and I was very happy every day.
I remember asking Teacher Hua a question, "Why don't people die when life is so painful?"
Teacher Hua answered me, "You are still young and have not experienced the colorful world. Besides, no one will reject the sunshine in their life. But you have to be patient occasionally, because when the sunshine comes in, dust will also fly in."
In the following decades of my life, whenever my students encountered problems, I would tell them what Teacher Hua taught them.
No one will reject the sunshine in their life.
Even if it brings in a little dust.
I won't. I believe you won't either.
(End of this chapter)
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