Chapter 1: Conflict in front of the school cafeteria
That year, I just entered junior high school from elementary school and studied in a very ordinary school in the city. At that time, I was still an ignorant boy who didn’t understand anything. I just came to school with some excitement and full of hope for the future.
A beautiful fantasy.
Before I entered the school, I heard a lot of rumors about our school and knew that the school I was going to attend was very chaotic. The so-called chaotic meant that students often fought and fought.
In fact, which junior high school at that time was free from chaos? There was no absolutely peaceful school. To a greater or lesser extent, fights would occur in every school.
Students are all in adolescence, a time when passion is surging. It is common for them to have a few words or disagree with each other, or to fight. However, I think it is theirs to fight, and it is none of my business.
Just study hard.
I naively believed that as long as I studied hard and studied hard, I would be able to get into college and make my family happy. At that time, I always simply thought about being able to stand out one day.
My family is very special, it should be considered a single-parent family. I have never met my father. Every time I hear my peers calling me "Dad", I can't help but ask my mother, "Mom, Mom,
Why do everyone else have dads, but I don’t?"
When my mother heard what I said, she didn't answer and just cried. And I was most afraid of my mother crying. Once my mother cried, I stopped asking questions. From childhood to adulthood, it was my mother who raised me up alone.
On the first day of school, I carried the new schoolbag my mother bought for me and came to school. On the first day of class, I was very excited. I listened to the class with great concentration throughout the morning.
I think that in the first year of junior high school, we need to lay a good foundation. So, we should start from each class now, go step by step, and slowly improve our grades.
When school was over at noon, I planned to have something to eat in the school cafeteria. When I arrived at the school cafeteria, it was crowded with people. I stood at the door of the cafeteria and took out the money I had saved by picking up junk and selling it during the summer vacation from my pocket. I counted it roughly a few times.
There was about fifty yuan. I was very happy and carefully put the money into my pocket.
I was standing behind several classmates queuing up to eat. Then three tall classmates came up. They dragged me out by the hand. The classmates around me just looked at me in astonishment. No one dared to say anything.
I didn't know what was going on, so I kept struggling.
"Boy, be honest, if you move again I will beat you."
"Don't move, if you move again I'll beat you to death!"
"Mom, I'm looking for death!"
The three people were swearing, and I heard their anger rising. Being young and energetic, I struggled even more.
The two of them suddenly lifted me up and pulled me out of the crowd. I felt like I was being picked up like a chicken. At this time, a tall man among the three punched me in the face.
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Blood suddenly flowed out of my nose. My hands were occupied by them and I couldn't free my hands to wipe the nosebleed. I felt the blood flowing into my mouth. It was a bit fishy and salty. That was the first time in my life.
Tasted blood.
As soon as I started to bleed, I struggled even more fiercely. I didn't want to follow them no matter what, and I shouted loudly. There were many classmates watching around me, but no one was willing to come up and help.
It was the time when school was over at noon. There were many people going to the cafeteria to eat. A large group of people gathered around the entrance of the cafeteria. They were all looking at the scenery. They were pointing and pointing, but no one was willing to come up to help me.
Teachers who eat in the cafeteria also take a detour.
Two tall men pinched my shoulders hard, and I felt a lot of pain, as if I was shattered to pieces. The other tall man cursed again, and then he punched me in the head.
I only remember that I was a little dizzy at the time, I had no strength to struggle, and blood flowed from my face and onto my white shirt.
I only remember that that shirt was something my mother bought for me to wear in the new semester. I knew that it was bought with the money my mother earned from washing other people’s clothes until their hands were rough.
I really wanted to struggle, but I felt that my strength was gradually weakening and I lost the strength to struggle and resist. I was dragged forward by them like a dead person.