Su Yumian felt a "knock" in her heart. She pretended to be too much, but she didn't expect that the current students were so brave. She looked around with her eyes. The children are nutritious and grow fast. Although they are only in junior high school, they are already in a trend of surpassing her. The thinnest part of the audience was herself and the bamboo pole boy in her arms.

The bamboo pole boy was useless. Su Yumian estimated that he would start shouting now, how long would it take for people outside the alley to hear it?

After glanced at the length of the alley, Su Yumian immediately felt desperate. However, the next second, she suddenly saw a tall figure walking towards them.

The man's legs were straight and long, his air pressure was very low, his eyes were dark, and he seemed to have a strong wind when he walked.

"Teacher Su, why are you here?"

Yidao, which came out halfway, made the bad students very disappointed.

First, because he is a man, he is half a head taller than the tallest among them; second, because his air pressure is too low, it looks very difficult to mess with; finally, it is because of the words "Teacher Su".

Are they really a teacher? The little bastards looked at Su Yumian with complicated eyes.

Su Yumian said very well and waved calmly: "Teacher Yi, you are here too."

Teacher Yi nodded, glanced around coldly, and it seemed that there were cold arrows everywhere.

The eldest brother said angrily: "Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Liao glanced at the boy quietly, his pupils were bottomless. The eldest brother's arrogance was instantly extinguished and he was stunned.

"Teacher Su, what happened?"

Su Yumian replied concisely: "As you can see, campus violence."

Yi Liao glanced at her. The boy's school uniform she was holding in her arms was covered in mud, his face was blue and bleeding, and the boy's eyes were filled with fear.

"You guys fought?" Yi Liao turned around and looked around.

The boys were frightened and pushed their elder brother desperately out of the alley. Originally, the elder brother wanted to show the style that his elder brother should have, but Yidao's expression was so gloomy that he couldn't speak for a long time, and he half-pushed and ran away with his younger brothers.

Su Yumian said: "Tsk, let them run away."

"It's okay, he must know." Yi Liao glanced at the Zhugan Boy and said, "Let's go, go to the police station."

The boy from Zhugan gently pulled Su Yumian's sleeve and stuttered, "I won't go."

The two of them stopped.

The boy always buried his head and his voice was extremely low: "It's useless. If you go to sue, they will only bully you even more in the future."

The boy named Song Qingming, fourteen years old, was a student in the second grade of the middle school next door. Because he was thin and could not grow tall, he had no friends at school. His family was very poor, and his mother left the father and son and flew away when he was very young. He relied on his father's meager income to support the family's living expenses and his tuition fees.

The ten dollars in his wallet are really his entire pocket money this week.

Su Yumian and Yilan took Song Qingming to the community hospital for treatment of the wound and waited for his father to come to pick him up. During this period, the two heard him talk about something about school.

The school boss is a famous gangster among the students in this area. He never makes sense to beat people, and especially likes to bully Song Qingming. Because he is very weak and has no friends, he doesn't have to worry about being retaliated. He is like an optional marginal person, and no one will notice him even if he is beaten to death one day.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and Yi Jie asked: "Have your father never considered calling the police? Or ask the teacher to come forward."

"I tried it all, but it's useless." Song Qingming said numbly, "There is no surveillance in the alley like the one just now. My father came to the school to find a teacher, but we couldn't come up with evidence, so we couldn't do it. My father was so angry that he blocked them in the alley, but was detained for a few days. During those days, I was bullied even more by them. Only then did we know..." Song Qingming paused for a moment, his eyes were full of ashes, "That boy, his family is relatively powerful locally. Do you understand if I say this?"

I understand, of course I understand. Su Yumian looked at him for a long time. At the age when he should have been free, he was forced to absorb the injustice in the world.

Yi Liao said: "But as long as evidence is found, the school has the right to punish students regardless of the background, right?"

Song Qingming silently buried his head lower.

Su Yumian pulled Yilan and shook his head slightly, "The parents of those students will definitely say, 'It's all children', 'not serious', 'just joking with him'." After a pause, she continued, "As long as you push all the responsibilities to the point of being younger, no one can do anything."

She seemed to remember something, her eyes were dull and her brows were tightly frowning.

Yi Liao looked at Su Yumian's side face and said nothing.

When Yi Lan's thought of having experienced something similar in person, he felt like a piece of empty heart, and the cold wind blew into it.

After being silent for a long time, Song Qingming suddenly raised his head with a blank look: "Why can they bully me with this excuse?"

His voice was particularly calm compared to before, and it was so calm that it made people feel a little creepy. He said, "I can do it too... I am also a minor. If I kill them directly, I don't have to pay my life."

Su Yumian was shocked and slapped Song Qingming in the face like a conditioned reflex.

The crisp slap fell on the boy's face, and his lost eyes finally gradually focused.

"What are you talking nonsense?" Su Yumian's shoulders trembled with anger, "Do you want to pay for your whole life for that kind of scum?"

Song Qingming looked at her in confusion.

Su Yumian held his shoulder excitedly, his eyes turned red, and he shouted uncontrollably: "Song Qingming, please apologize! Now, apologize to yourself! Hurry up."

Song Qingming was a little confused and didn't understand what this sister who happened to meet suddenly went crazy.

"I asked you to apologize, didn't you hear it?"

"Okay... OK!" Song Qingming was a little helpless, "I'm sorry! I said sorry to myself."

Su Yumian saw another face, a 16-year-old face, through his cheeks, full of grievance and anger.

She could no longer control her inner emotions and cried in a collapsed manner.

Yi Liao and Song Qingming were both stunned.

Su Yumian pinched the boy's shoulders and cried and said, "I know, I know everything, I know how you feel now."

"But you can't do that, absolutely not."

"Don't sacrifice your life for these unworthy people, and don't make yourself the same as them."

"You still have a great future and a long life. You will meet someone you like in the future, and someone will like you."

"You will find your own career and meet great colleagues and partners. Although it won't be smooth sailing, everything will be fine."

"These are just small episodes in your life, and you will have your own ordinary but happy life."

The crying gradually turned into sobs, and Su Yumian lowered her head: "So, please let go of such thoughts, study hard, and live well."

The matter finally came to an end, and Song Qingming's father rushed to the clinic and picked him away with a confused look on his face.

Su Yumian returned home crying all the way. After arriving at home, she stood upright in the living room wiping her tears.

Yi Liao felt distressed, took a towel to wipe her face, and said softly: "Don't be sad, he won't go astray."

Su Yumian burped and twitched his shoulder: "I'm not..."

"I understand what you think, don't cry." Yi Zhan sighed and said, "I feel sorry."

"No, I want to say... I didn't buy soy milk."

...

***

Su Yumian quickly returned to her daily life at home. That incident was like a small episode, and she gradually left behind her.

It was not until the ingredients in the refrigerator were finished, she and Yilan discussed going to a large supermarket near the community to stock up on some goods.

The winter has gradually begun in the past two days. Su Yumian wrapped a big scarf around her neck, and lifted it up to cover half of her face.

Yi Liao was already standing in the entrance hall waiting for her. When he saw her like this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Wait for me." Then he turned back to the room to get things.

When he came out again, he had a black mask on his face.

Su Yumian looked at him straight, and Yi Liao couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"I think you're a little bit like this without silver."

"Why?"

"You just reveal your eyes, which makes people curious." Su Yumian looked him up and down, then sighed, "Really, no matter how you look, it looks like an idol goes out, and you just have a pair of big sunglasses."

Yi Liao let her look at it, looked back quietly, and said, "Su Yumian, I am quite satisfied with your look now."

"What's my look?"

“Lust.”

Su Yumian was stunned for a moment, then she felt as if she was stepping on her tail, and she felt guiltyly: "I don't! I'm not! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Okay, you don't, you're not, I'll talk nonsense." A smile appeared under Yi Liao's mask.

The supermarket they went to was very large and was the center of activities for residents nearby. Su Yumian picked and chose in front of the shelves, and Yi Liao followed her and pushed the shopping cart lazily. The two of them attracted the envious eyes of many girls.

In front of the sauce shelf, Su Yumian liked to eat only the last bottle of oil. She reached out to pick it up, and suddenly another pair of hands rushed over to grab the oil.

"Sorry, I only eat this."

The woman's voice was sharp, but it sounded very familiar. Su Yumian turned her head and saw Xu Rui's scarlet and bloody mouth.

"Oh, it's you!" Xu Rui pretended to be accidental and covered his mouth and smiled, "What a coincidence, I've been thinking about you these two days."

Su Yumian lowered his hand lightly: "Don't worry about it."

"Don't be so polite, old classmate. I heard that you haven't had a good life recently?"

Su Yumian raised her eyes and smiled: "Xu Rui, do you care so much about my movements?"

"Not that." Xu Rui tapped the oil-consuming bottle with his fingertips, and the glass wall made a dry sound, "Su Yumian, do you know how good it is in No. 1 Middle School?"

Su Yumian was waiting for her to "show".

"No. 1 Middle School is the best school in City B. The annual admission rate reaches 99%. There are countless students admitted to Harvard and Yale, and they have been providing high-quality students to major top universities in China." Xu Rui paused for a moment, and his eyes showed regret and continued, "But who would have thought that such a good school actually had a dog to hit the cart."
To be continued...