Heavy snowfall in Yuzhou on January 27, 2015.

The afternoon school bell rang.

The campus of Yuzhou No. 2 Middle School suddenly became lively. As a provincial key middle school in Hui Province, No. 2 Middle School ranks among the top ten in Hui Province in terms of comprehensive teaching strength.

Even though Yuzhou No. 4 Middle School is now rising strongly and developing rapidly with the blessing of Changqingye, Yuzhou No. 2 Middle School has never looked at it seriously.

Compared with the oppressive atmosphere of ordinary high schools, the style of the second middle school is free, and even the evil night self-study does not exist.

The campus environment of No. 2 Middle School is excellent. No matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter, there are flowers blooming and falling, which is so beautiful.

Xue Chuchu pushed the black battery car and strolled gently through the campus.

Large snowflakes fell from the colorless sky, falling into gardens, lawns, and roads, decorating the campus.

There were students chasing each other, some playing badminton, and even dancers wearing costumes dancing in the snow...

But all of this had nothing to do with Xue Chuchu, she just pushed the cart silently.

Her deskmate Mu Ying, who is also a student in the Qingbei class, had a smile on her face: "Chuchu, it's snowing."

She took out her mobile phone, recorded the snow scene, and prepared to post it on QQ space. Well, with the words: The first snow in Yuzhou this year is ready.

Gradually, the two of them passed through the lively crowd and crossed the school gate.

Xue Chuchu invited: "Get in the car, I will take you."

She picked up Muying and drove into the wind and snow.

Mu Ying said: "Chu Chu, you go home so early every day. Jin Yuanhang and the others ask you to hold activities, but you never agree."

In her impression, Xue Chuchu seemed to be very fond of home, and would leave immediately as soon as school was over.

Xue Chuchu's voice was like cold snow: "I want to go home early. My mother is waiting for me at home."

Mu Ying: "Oh~"

Then she said: "Hey, it's a pity that my parents are out of town all the time and they only know how to send me money."

"By the way, you can stop at the Luoman Banquet Center later. My brother is attending an event there and I can have a meal." Mu Ying said, "Want to come together?"

"No." Xue Chuchu declined.

It was getting dark, and the street lights on the roadside gave off dim light. It was obviously snowing heavily, but there were more and more pedestrians on the street, and people were walking in the snow.

Xue Chuchu drove very slowly to prevent accidents. Mu Ying, who was in the back row, was admiring the falling snow. When she saw the people gathered in front of her, she was surprised: "There are quite a lot of people over there."

Suddenly, a woman's shrill scream came from the front.

When Mu Ying heard the sound, she was startled: "It seems something happened."

There is a section of road ahead that cannot be avoided. If you cannot pass through it, you can only push the cart in the opposite direction.

When Xue Chuchu approached the crowd, she saw a familiar scene. A man of medium size was beating a woman violently.

The man grabbed the woman's hair with his hands and dragged her along the concrete floor. The snow water stained the woman's clothes.

The boy was furious and shouted: "If you don't go home, I will let you go home!"

He grabbed the woman's hair with his left hand, made a fist with his right hand, and hit her head repeatedly.

The woman on the ground was pulled like withered grass in the cold wind. She was trembling and unable to resist. She could only scream from her throat: "I won't go home, I won't go home!"

The man roared angrily: "I want you to go home!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of his hand and stamped the woman in the face, hitting her hard and knocking her over.

The woman fell heavily to the ground, and blood spilled from her nostrils.

Mu Ying's eyelids twitched.

For a flower like her who grew up in the city, she had never seen such a bloody scene before. She felt like she was trembling all over and her hands were weak.

Pedestrians around tried to dissuade him: "That's enough, you've had enough beatings!"

"You're really not human!" someone exclaimed, "I'm already bleeding!"

The domestic violence man was stimulated. He suddenly abandoned the woman and turned towards the old man who had just spoken: "What the hell is your business! Who do you think you are?"

The uncle stared angrily: "Try touching me!"

The domestically violent man was so angry that he turned around and continued beating his wife, "If you don't come home with me, I will freeze you to death!"

He actually tore the woman's clothes with his hands in full view of everyone.

The woman had no power to fight back, and the blood dripped from her face and mixed with the snow, turning into bloody snow.

A powerful fist hit her face, and the woman cried and wailed for help: "Help me, please help me!"

"Chu Chu..." Mu Ying fell into an extremely angry state. As a woman, she can feel this personal fear more personally.

Xue Chuchu witnessed this scene. There was almost no wave in her eyes and she remained calm. She said: "Leave first."

Mu Ying was stunned and couldn't believe it: "Leave?"

Xue Chuchu whispered: "Leave first, then call the police."

Mu Ying looked at the woman who was being beaten repeatedly, and bursts of shrill screams reached her ears. She couldn't bear it: "If you drag it on any longer, she will be beaten to death!"

Although Xue Chuchu sympathized, she still insisted: "What do you think is the chance of being beaten if the two of us step forward to stop him?"

Before Mu Ying could answer, she made a turn for the battery car and drove in the opposite direction.

At the next intersection, Xue Chuchu took out her cell phone to call the police and explain the situation.

Then, she didn't stop any longer and chose to ride home directly.

Arriving in front of the Roman Banquet Center, Xue Chuchu pressed the brake. After Mu Ying got out of the car, she looked at Xue Chuchu. Her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she still said nothing.

Xue Chuchu started her journey again, this time she was the only one left.

The snow is getting heavier.

The sky is covered with thick clouds, and the flying snow is like flowers all over the sky.

The image of a woman's face covered in blood flashed through Xue Chuchu's mind, and Mu Ying's expression of hesitating to speak flashed across her mind, and Xue Chuchu's mood became complicated.

Did she do something wrong? Should she bravely step forward to stop it?

The past experience reappeared. On the day she moved from the city to Heba, a similar incident happened in the residential building. Jiang Ning obviously stopped the domestic violence man, but the woman who was beaten actually wanted to tear Jiang Ning apart.

'My mother told me since I was little, not to meddle in other people's business, and not to cause trouble based on appearance, because that is inviting disaster, and our family... cannot withstand any storms.'

'If something happens to me, it will be my mother who is sad.' Xue Chuchu told herself, 'And Tongtong, and him...'

'Even if we succeed in stopping it, what will we gain? Peace of conscience?'

'No, the safety of my family and friends is my greatest peace.'

The weather is getting colder, and only the jade pendant on my chest emits bursts of warmth.

The confusion in Xue Chuchu's eyes disappeared, and it immediately became clear: 'I did nothing wrong.'

…

Yuzhou No. 4 Middle School, the first class of evening self-study.

Snow was flying outside the window, and Xin Youling was sitting on the podium, with a panoramic view of everything in the classroom.

Some people read books, some do homework, and some play with their mobile phones.

Suddenly, Shan Qingrong pushed the door open and walked out. The cold wind rushed into the classroom, making people feel chilled all over.

As if he was afraid of disturbing his classmates, Shan Qingrong closed the door. At this moment, the eyes of countless classmates were focused on him.

Shan Qingrong looked at Xue Yuantong and saw that she was concentrating on playing games. Shan Qingrong smiled kindly and put the plastic bag in his hand on the edge of the desk.

Jiang Ning glanced at it and said, "Thank you to the head teacher for the jujube cake, shredded beef, squid strips, chocolate bars and pecans."

Not to mention, the snacks Shan Qingrong picked were pretty good, and they were much higher quality than the snacks he had given before.

Shan Qingrong was particularly kind: "Xue Yuantong, if you study hard, you will not be short of snacks."

These snacks are expensive, but Shan Qingrong is quick-witted. He had discussed it with Principal Yu before: "You spent six figures on Du Chuan, but now you can only take the third grade exam. I will buy snacks for Xue Yuantong, who ranks first in our class."

, you won’t reimburse me?”

After that, the quality of the snacks Shan Qingrong bought instantly improved.

When the students in Class 8 heard Jiang Ning announce the name of the dish, all kinds of ideas came to mind.

Class monitor Xin Youling was amazed: 'In my life, this is the first time I see a teacher often giving snacks to students.'

Then, an idea came to her: 'If I had Xue Yuantong's results, wouldn't I be the squad leader instead of running for election?'

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Soon, it turned into panic again, 'Doesn't it mean that as long as Xue Yuantong gives an order, the class teacher will immediately remove me from the position of class leader?'

You can't think about it any more, otherwise Xin Youling's mood will be broken!

Not every classmate is as self-aware as Xin Youling. In high school, who didn’t think that they were unique?

Shan Qingrong delivered snacks to Xue Yuantong, completed the main task, and then started the second task. He said: "It's snowing heavily today. Students will study on their own in the evening and go back on the road. Pay attention to safety and ride slower."

"Wear more clothes. Don't worry. I'm talking about you, Shan Kaiquan. Why are you shaking?" Shan Qingrong criticized him.
To be continued...