Chapter 7: Primary school student

Holding the rabbit in one hand and the French club in the other, Wang Jiexiang stood in the dark.
She tilted her head and listened carefully. It seemed to hear someone talking, the voice came from a long distance, and it was hard to hear what was being said.
"Did you hear it?"
"Ok."
Feeling the darkness, they walked forward in the direction of the sound.
Suddenly, the hand holding the rabbit lightened, and at the same moment, Wang Jiexiang kicked a board.
"Yin Xian?"
No one answered, it looked like he was no longer here.
The free hand leaned forward, and she came across a round, handle-like object.
Hold it and turn to the right. Sure enough, it was the door, it was opened.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Jiexiang stepped in.
The door opened and closed again, and the voices nearby were louder.
The too much light in the room made her unable to see. Wang Jiexiang blocked her eyes with her hand, and it took a while to get used to it.
A man and a woman were arguing not far away, and you said something to me, accompanied by the sound of things hitting the floor.
Wang Jiexiang looked at her palm and the small French stick she was holding, and knew that she had shrunk into a child again.
Where is she?
He looked up and looked around: the spotlessly cleaned room, single bed, bookcase, writing desk.
Walking to the writing desk, Wang Jiexiang put his hand on the desk. The table is made of wood and covered with glass panels. Between the glass and the table, there is a course schedule and a table full of award certificates.
The certificate closest to her said: [Congratulations to classmate Yin Xian, who won the three best students in this year's class].
It seems that this is Yin Xian's room.
So who is the quarrel?
Wang Jiexiang walked to the door, quietly opened the door a gap, and looked outside.
A boy with the appearance of a pupil turned his back to her, sitting at the dining table doing homework. The door of the room beside him was closed, and the sound of quarreling came from there.
Wang Jiexiang thought strangely: Are Yin Xian's parents who quarreled? If so, how could he sit outside and listen to their noise? Under normal circumstances, should I persuade you?
"boom!!!"
I didn't know what hit the floor and rolled to the ground grunting, and the quarreling room suddenly became quiet.
Half a minute later, the female voice said.
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Yin Zhengming, if it is not for Yin Xian, if it is not for his young age, I will divorce you in this marriage."
The man did not speak.
The door of the room opened from inside, and Wang Jiexiang stepped back subconsciously.
The tall woman came out, not looking at the child doing homework. Straight to open the door of their house, she went out, closing the door heavily.
The boy's writing pen paused because of the loud closing sound, and then he buried his head and continued writing.
After a while, the man in the room also walked out.
He has slap prints on his face, he is unshaven and depressed. When he walked to the dining room, he sat on the sofa and turned on the TV with an annoyed look.
The old-fashioned TV was playing movies and TV shows, and the actors' smiles were exaggerated. The man stared at the TV screen, silently and indifferently.
The atmosphere outside was so strange that even Wang Jiexiang, who was hiding in Yin Xian's room, felt depressed.
After a long time, Yin Xian put down the pen, moved a little bit, and turned around.
Wang Jiexiang saw his face. Yin Xian, who was in elementary school, had a pair of panicked eyes. His bangs were too long, and some of them covered his eyes; his mouth was thin and not bloody. Compared with the last time, he has grown up a lot. What remains unchanged is his temperament. Wang Jiexiang thinks of a small sparrow wet by rain during a typhoon, and Yin shows it.
"father……"
Facing the man, he spoke carefully.
"No need to go, look for mom?"
The man took the remote control to switch channels, and he kept pressing the switch button without waiting for the TV screen to switch.
The picture on the screen is one card one card.
"How many times have I told you that children don't care about adults and concentrate on reading your books."
Yin Xian lowered his eyes and turned to the dining table.
"Have you finished the math problem that you asked you to do? You have a personality inherited from your mother, and you have to grind and harp for a long time."
The man muttered to his feet and grabbed the exercise book from him.
After scanning his eyes a few lines, he frowned and patted the booklet directly at the back of Yin Xian's head.
"The third big question is wrong again."
The book is closed, and the cover is applied to the child's head. He sat upright and didn't know how to hide, just next to him abruptly.
"Wrong again, wrong again."
"It's so stupid that I wonder if you are my child, why are you so stupid?"
Wang Jiexiang looked shocked.
She was holding a weapon, but could not decide whether her next step would be to rush out to help Yin Xian.
I planned to stay still and observe who was going to be disadvantageous to Yin Xian. When that person appeared, she slipped from behind and gave him a stick. She didn't expect to encounter the current situation, it was family, it was his father, it was not something that could be solved by slashing the mess.
Yin Xian was crying, his mouth closed tightly, tears falling one by one.
He must not want to cry, his eyes were flushed with tears, the tears gushing out, he consciously raised his hand quickly and wiped it off.
But he was still scolded by his father.
"Crying, crying, crying all day long. Crying is the most useless. Cowardly people will always cry."
The workbook is broken, and his dad hasn't gotten hooked yet.
Yin Xian sat in a chair with her thin back crouched. He couldn't stop sobbing, so he had to shrink his face so that he could not be seen.
"What qualifications do you have to cry? Do you eat or wear without you? Are you dead father or dead mother? I want to train you and nurture you. Because I love you, I try my best to supervise your studies I am strict with you. I work hard to make money. For this family, you have everything that others have, but you are still not satisfied? What is wrong with you? Who can show you a deformity?"
He grabbed Yin Xian's hair, shook him, chattering in his mouth.
"I hate you when I go home every day and see you so wretched, crying, can you not be so vulnerable?"
"Hey!"
Kicking open the door of the room, Wang Jiexiang waved his French club, making noises every word.
"If you hit him again, I will call the police to catch you."
She couldn't bear it anymore. Even if she knew that her behavior might be reckless and her own help might be self-righteous, but she couldn't bear it, and watched the child be beaten and scolded.
In Yin Zhengming's stunned eyes, Wang Jiexiang generously stepped forward and shielded Yin Xian behind him.
"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
The man was too much higher than Wang Jiexiang, she raised her chin, akimbo her waist fiercely, staring at him with her nostrils, and she did not lose half of his momentum.
"I am..." Wang Jiexiang made up without blushing and breathing, "The daughter of the next door."
"Next door?" Yin Zhengming looked at her up and down: "How did you come into my house?"
"From the window, the balcony window."
Wang Jiexiang threw the French stick in his arms: "My mother asked me to send bread to your house, and I want to take Yin Xian out to play."
After speaking, regardless of whether Yin Zhengming agreed or not, she dragged Yin Xian out the door.
"Wait a minute."
He shouted.
Wang Jiexiang tried desperately, but Yin Xian did not leave.
Yin Zhengming opened his wallet, took out a five-yuan coin, and handed it to Yin Xian.
"Learn from other children, be happy every day, play and laugh. There are so many children in the community who ride bicycles. I bought a bicycle for you, and you ride too."
He softened his tone. Yin Xian has not yet recovered from the severe humiliation, and dare not look at him directly.
Yin Zhengming's expression angered Yin Zhengming again.
"What a freak. With a stinky face all day long, I will only be lifeless and dull at home. If you don't like to go out, you just get out and do the questions."
Yin Xian twitched his trousers and lowered his head.
"How can you talk to a child like this?"
Wang Jiexiang pushed Yin Zhengming and pushed him away from the child.
She looked at Yin Xian, a young, sluggish, and selfless Yin Xian. He lowered his head, stepped forward, picked up the exercise book dropped on the ground, and walked back to the table full of homework.
The palm of your hand pressed the workbook as hard as it could, flattening its corners. The loose hair covered his eyes, and Yin Xian began to revise the third big question his dad said he did wrong.
With such a good sun outside, the children running around laughed happily.
Quietly Yin Xian, curled up in the corner of the dining room to do calculations. His body was forgotten by the sun, a small shadow piled in the gaps between the books; he didn't care about allowing gray to climb on his back and grow moss.
"Go, follow me."
Blocking his workbook, she clasped his fingers firmly.
Yin Xian shook her head at her and pulled his hand away.
Wang Jiexiang's heart was broken.
"You look at me."
She cupped his face. His eyes met, tears gushing from the corners of his eyes.
This disobedient tears instantly stunned the child, and Wang Jiexiang comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay."
"Listen to me, Yin Xian Yin Xian."
Meeting his wet eyes, she straightened his forehead and wiped away tears for him.
"It's okay to cry, it's normal. You are not deformed, you are not a freak, don't be afraid."
She hugged him with a serious expression like the principal speaking, like the dean of teaching.
She told him very seriously.
"You don't know how good you are, from head to toe, from beginning to end..."
"Yin Xian, you are the best."
"You're this!" Wang Jiexiang gave a big thumb, covering Yin Xian's face with his thumb to authenticate him.
"People all over the world should like you, like you like holidays, like you like sending money. All people who don't like you, it's because they have problems, their aesthetic flaws! Their brains are sick!"
Yin Zhengming had an unfavorable relationship with Wang Jiexiang. Hearing her insinuating cursing at herself, she just had a reason to send her out.
"You kid is really uneducated. First I climbed the balcony into someone else's house, and now I teach my kid to say something messy. What about your parents? I have to take you..."
Wang Jiexiang winked towards Yin.
Now she was able to move him, and with a gentle and skillful pull, he followed her to jump from the chair to the floor.
"Yin Xian!"
Yin Zhengming shouted, blocking their way.
Wang Jiexiang stepped on his feet, bent his waist, avoided his arms, and led Yin Xian to the door.
"Fleeing again."
The sound of the wind blew her ears, she seemed to have a hallucination, and she felt that an adult Yin Xian was speaking to herself.
The familiar tone of a smile, he said.
"Could it be something new, Wang Feifei?"
Looking back.
Only the pupil Yin Xian clasped her hand firmly.
Unknowingly, they finished the third floor and arrived downstairs. He was so tired that he could not catch his breath.