I thought entering junior high school would be a new beginning, but because the school district was close to that of the elementary school, many of An's elementary school classmates went to the same junior high school as An's.
The title of "thief girl" also followed closely.
An Yan became silent and taciturn. She still could not attend physical education classes, so she began to write and keep a diary seriously.
She wrote down everything she wanted to say and express with the pen in her hand.
All the teachers dislike her except the Chinese teacher.
She was a young female teacher who had just graduated from university a few years ago. She was kind, enthusiastic and careful, and her eyes were always on An Yan.
She felt that the girl's writing style was moving and she didn't look like a junior high school student at all.
She often asked An Yan to read her compositions in class, and then praised her generously, saying that she would be a writer in the future.
There was a ray of light in An Yan's life. She began to look forward to school, and the short Chinese class brought color to her life.
When I was in the second year of junior high school, my Chinese teacher became pregnant. An Yan was the last one to know about it. She only noticed it when Teacher Liu's belly was showing. No one shared any special news with her.
After Teacher Liu became pregnant, she rarely got angry and always had a faint smile on her face. An Yan felt that Teacher Liu was an angel, but she felt a little sad deep down.
She knew that when Teacher Liu went on maternity leave, her only hope for the school would be gone.
"Xiao Yan, I'm going to be on vacation tomorrow. Your Chinese grades must not fall behind while I'm away."
Liu Xin spoke to An Yan gently, but An Yan felt her eyes were a little itchy.
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
She held it in for a long time before she said this.
"I haven't checked. It can be a boy or a girl, but I prefer a girl like Xiaoyan. I'd be very happy if she likes Chinese as much as you do."
Liu Xin took out a book, which was a gift she had carefully selected. She handed the book to An Yan, who held the book against her chest.
She walked back to the classroom as if she had found a treasure, praying that she could meet Teacher Liu again as soon as possible.
When I walked to the door, I found that the classroom was very lively.
A boy in front of the stage was reading something with great excitement, and the people in the audience laughed every time he read a word.
The more An Yan listened, the more familiar it sounded. Until she saw the diary in the boy's hand, An Yan's face turned red.
She ran over and tried to get her diary back, but the boy threw it to another boy in the back row.
"Oh! Let's take a look at the diary of the thief girl! See where she hides all the stolen things!"
The boys were laughing and shouting, and the students around were watching with great interest. Only An Yan was extremely anxious.
"Hey! Bring it here!"
Just as An Yan was about to pick up the diary, another boy took advantage of her inattention and snatched the book from her hands.
"The thief is stealing again! Look at this book, I don't know where she stole it from!"
"Give it back to me, give it back to me! This is a gift from Teacher Liu!"
An Yan felt helpless and aggrieved. The few treasures in her life were taken away from her.
"You're lying! How could the teacher give you a gift alone? Why not give gifts to others? I'm going to report Liu Xin's special treatment to the principal!"
An Yan felt that she had said the wrong thing. She gasped for breath and didn't know whether to get the diary or the book first.
Those boys really enjoyed the process of teasing An Yan. The usually silent girl became as anxious as a monkey under their guidance. They felt a great sense of accomplishment.
An Yan didn't care about the pain from being bumped against the corner of the table. The diary had become tattered from being passed around so many times, and there was a crack on the cover.
The secret that he had carefully guarded was torn apart in front of everyone.
An Yan blocked the boy holding the diary against the window with tears in her eyes. Seeing that the diary was about to be taken by An Yan, the boy threw it directly out of the window.
The diary fell into the flower bed that had just been watered. An Yan hurriedly ran to the door, but bumped into her head teacher.
"An Yan, class is about to start. Where are you going?!"
The head teacher's face was full of anger, and An Yan was so scared that she stood there in a daze.
"Teacher, I found out that An Yan stole my book!"
The boy who grabbed the book was afraid that An Yan would complain, so he took the lead in slandering An Yan.
"I don't……"
An Yan shook her head aggrievedly, but the head teacher's expression was very serious.
"You would slander you in front of the whole class if you didn't have him?! Why doesn't he slander others?! I've heard that you have dirty hands, but I didn't expect you to be so bold!"
An Yan's breathing became rapid, "I didn't... I didn't..."
The diary rotted in the mud, just like An Yan's broken body and mind. She felt dizzy and passed out.
"An Yan, are you pretending to be awesome? You made a mistake and you can't even tell me?! An Yan, get up! An Yan? An Yan!..."
When An Yan's father received the call, he did not dare to delay for a moment and rushed to the hospital quickly.
He kept thanking the head teacher, saying that it was thanks to her that she sent An Yan to the hospital in time that An Yan's life was saved.
"When she gets better, transfer her to another class or school. She's almost in the third year of junior high school and I can't waste my energy on you kids."
Anyi apologized immediately and begged the head teacher to keep Anyan, saying that she would be more careful in the future.
This operation made the already poor family even worse off, but after hearing that An Yan was out of danger, Anyi breathed a sigh of relief. As long as An Yan was still there, he felt that all the costs were worth it.
"Mom, Dad, Sister, I'm sorry..."
An Yan opened her eyes and found herself in the hospital. She knew she had wasted a lot of money again.
If she had been more careful, her sister could have continued her dance studies, and the teachers at the institution praised her for her talent.
My mother wouldn't buy a new piece of clothing for a long time, and my father would ride his bicycle for a long time in winter to save money.
She was really a disaster star. An Yan sometimes thought that maybe if her parents and sister died, she would be happy.
She knew that her diary would rot in the soil, and the gift that Teacher Liu gave her might not be returned.
An Yan's tears fell. She really wanted to tell her family about the grievances she suffered today, but when she saw her parents' tired faces, she gritted her teeth.
Compared with the grievances I have caused my family to endure, what are my own grievances?
An Yan sighed deeply, and her thoughts returned to the present.
The sister's voice on the phone was very anxious. It seemed that her father's illness was very serious this time. Her father had always been healthy, so how could he have such a serious illness?
An Yan panicked when she saw her father looking pale in the hospital. An Jing described the current situation to her and asked her to ask if there was any doctor around who could read the examination indicators.
An Yan didn't dare to delay for a moment and called again and again.
They found the director of another hospital, who was the mother of one of my sister's friends, and described every test indicator of Anyi to her in detail.
"Hurry up and get him into the ICU. He can't be saved if he leaves the central hospital now."
After hearing the explanation from the other end of the phone, the three people stood there in a daze, and An Jing quickly ran to find a doctor.
At this moment, she finally understood where the uneasiness in her heart came from.
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