Chapter 2 Lonely Child
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After being diagnosed with an incurable disease, Zhuang Ziang didn't know who to tell the news to.
Most people would definitely think of their parents, but his situation was a bit special.
His father Zhuang Wenzhao and mother Xu Hui had divorced when Zhuang Ziang was five years old.
Most professions in this world require training and exams before they can take up their posts.
For example, you need a driver's license to drive, and you need a teacher's certificate to teach.
But being a parent doesn't require an exam. You can bring a life into this world just by impulse or an accident.
Few people care about the child and whether he is willing to come.
Zhuang Ziang had an unhappy childhood. Since he could remember, his parents had endless quarrels almost every day.
The tables and chairs at home were often tilted, and the floor was covered with glass shards and porcelain pieces.
Finally, on an ordinary day, they broke up completely.
When negotiating a divorce, Zhuang Wenzhao didn't want Zhuang Ziang for a while, because he always felt that bringing a burden would affect his reorganized family.
Finally, with the intervention of grandparents, Zhuang Ziang was allowed to stay at home on the grounds of continuing the family line.
A year later, Zhuang Wenzhao brought back a heavily made-up woman.
Two years later, they had their own son.
In fairy tales, children with stepmothers live a miserable life.
Although the reality is not so exaggerated, it is always necessary to look at other people's faces and rely on others.
It is obviously my own home, but I often feel like I am living under someone else's roof.
Mother Xu Hui did not remarry. As a train conductor, she ran around all day and only came back once every ten days or half a month.
She rented a small house near the school. Sometimes Zhuang Ziang didn't want to go home, so he stayed there for a few days.
Over time, he became a marginal figure in the family.
Both parents were at work at this time. Zhuang Ziang didn't want to disturb them. He came to the bathroom corner of the balcony, hesitated for a long time, and dialed a landline number.
The ringing lasted for a long time before someone finally answered the phone.
An old voice came: "Hello, who are you looking for?"
Zhuang Ziang burst into tears: "Grandpa, it's Ziang, I miss you."
Zhuang Jianguo immediately said happily: "Ziang, Grandpa misses you too."
Then he called his wife loudly, asking her to come and listen to his grandson's phone call.
Zhuang Ziang didn't feel the love of his family on weekdays. Only during the winter and summer vacations, he went to his grandparents' home in the countryside to seek a rare spiritual comfort from the two kind old people.
"Grandpa and grandma, I will come back to see you on the weekend." Zhuang Ziang tried to make his tone sound natural.
"No, you have a heavy study task now, don't worry about us, come back during the summer vacation." Zhuang Jianguo said with a smile.
"Well... okay, grandpa and grandma, take care of your health, I have to go to class." Zhuang Ziang quickly found an excuse to hang up the phone.
Otherwise, he would definitely cry out.
He really didn't have the courage to tell the two closest old people this shocking news.
If that day really came, how sad would they be?
The school bell rang at this moment.
Zhuang Ziang wiped away his tears, pretended to be calm, and returned to his seat.
He tried to forget his sadness and immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.
The schedule was written on the far right side of the blackboard, and two consecutive math classes followed.
"Mistress Miejue" Wu Qiufang walked up to the podium with a textbook.
Math class, hypnotic effect is quite good.
Only five minutes have passed, and most of the students are drowsy.
Li Huangxuan took advantage of Wu Qiufang turning around to write on the blackboard, reached out from the desk, and took out a copy of "Tianlong Babu".
Flipping through it casually, it is a classic scene.
The Eighteen Flying Riders of Yanyun, galloping like tigers, wind and smoke.
"Son, you are going to die, reading novels in Mistress Miejue's class?" Zhuang Ziang lowered his voice and reminded his deskmate.
Li Huangxuan was determined to commit a crime against the wind.
The swordplay and revenge in the martial arts world are much more interesting than mathematical formulas.
As a good student, Zhuang Ziang sat upright and focused.
But unlike before, I could only see Teacher Wu's mouth moving, and I couldn't hear a word.
It was as if the temperature of life was being withdrawn from my body bit by bit.
"Mr. Murong, Boss Zhuang, and Old Monster Ding, if the three of you come together, why should Xiao be afraid?"
Li Huangxuan was just seeing the wonderful part, and suddenly felt a murderous aura coming towards him.
He raised his head and met Wu Qiufang's sharp eyes.
"Li Huangxuan, go to the blackboard and solve this problem."
Standing on the podium, the teacher can often see the students' small movements clearly.
Wu Qiufang's teaching style has always been strict, and she can't tolerate any sand in her eyes.
Li Huangxuan walked up to the podium reluctantly, holding a piece of chalk in his hand, facing the heavenly book on the blackboard, like petrified, motionless.
Such a difficult question, except for those emotionless learning machines, who can solve it?
Wu Qiufang's face was livid: "With your math grades, you still have the nerve to read novels in class. You sit with Zhuang Ziang, don't you know how to learn from him?" Li Huangxuan muttered: "He bought the novel for me!" "I confiscated it, you go to the back and listen to the class." Wu Qiufang scolded. Then she changed to a kind tone: "Zhuang Ziang, you solve this problem and set a positive example for the students." As a super student, Zhuang Ziang always gets full marks in math exams. Solving this kind of difficult problem is easy. But when Zhuang Ziang heard the teacher calling him, he was obviously stunned for a moment, as if his soul wandered somewhere and was suddenly pulled back. He came to the blackboard, but he also stopped for a long time and couldn't write. His mind was full of the diagnosis, or the death warrant. The numbers and symbols that were once the most familiar to him became particularly unfamiliar at this moment. "Zhuang Ziang, what's wrong with you?" Wu Qiufang was surprised. "Teacher Wu, I don't know." Zhuang Ziang choked up and answered.
"How is it possible?" Wu Qiufang knew Zhuang Ziang, and this level of math problems would definitely not be difficult for him.
She asked Zhuang Ziang to solve the problem intentionally to set off Li Huangxuan, but she didn't expect it to fail.
Zhuang Ziang's shoulders trembled slightly, and the chalk in his hand fell to the ground.
Tears of disappointment came out again.
The whole person was wrapped in huge sadness, like a lonely child.
Wu Qiufang felt distressed and couldn't help wanting to hug him.
The classmates looked puzzled and whispered to each other.
"This kind of question can stump Zhuang Ziang, what a joke?"
"A top student is a top student. He can't do math problems and can cry anxiously."
"Mu Shi, did he confess to you and was rejected by you?"
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Lin Mushi opened her beautiful eyes and stared at Zhuang Ziang's back, suddenly palpitating.
After being friends for so long, she has never seen Zhuang Ziang so sad.
He must have some secret.
"Zhuang Ziang, stop crying and go back!" Wu Qiufang comforted him softly.
"Teacher Wu, I want to go to the bathroom." Zhuang Ziang kept sobbing.
Wu Qiufang sighed softly and nodded silently.
Teachers are always more tolerant of good students.
Walking out of the classroom and into the corridor, Zhuang Ziang couldn't control himself and cried heartbreakingly.
Every teacher and every classmate made him deeply attached.
Only three months left, they will be separated by Yin and Yang.
They will never meet again.
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