flawed

Chapter 51

Feng Tingting, Feng Tingting's deskmate, Jiang Yu, and naturally the "suspect" Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in two rows in the office.

Zhang Xiaoqiang admitted that he entered the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-], and that he was sitting in Feng Tingting's place. He also accidentally broke the pen, but he didn't know what wallet it was, and he didn't take it either.

Unexpectedly, he would not admit it, Feng Tingting yelled brokenly: "Who else is it if it's not you? Jiang Yu said you took it."

Xie Ying asked Jiang Yu: "Is that him?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang was anxious to distinguish: "It's not me, I didn't take it." He just stared at Jiang Yu with a little despair.

"I didn't say it was him. I was working on a problem, and I didn't keep staring at it. I only knew that he was sitting on Feng Tingting's desk, looking through her things." Jiang Yu said indifferently.

"Fuck your mother, I took her things because I took them? You're not there, why don't you say you took them?" Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded Jiang Yu.

"Zhang Xiaoqiang, keep your mouth clean." The person who spoke was the head teacher of Class [-] of the second year of junior high school, a male teacher who taught physical education, "What are you doing to rummage through other people's things?"

"Fuck off, fuck me and frame me..."

A cable as thick as a finger, the pointer made of copper wire in the middle was pulled out, and it fell on Zhang Xiaoqiang's back with a "snap", which stunned him.

Then his homeroom teacher held him by the back collar, raised his voice, and said sternly: "What's the matter with you? Playing games in front of me, be more tender, please calm down..."

"Teacher Zheng, calm down too." Xie Ying persuaded.

"Mr. Xie, don't you know that this little rascal never listens to what he says with his mouth. He fights and fights every three days. He even robbed elementary school students of money before. I also think he has something to do with today's matter."

Zhang Xiaoqiang struggled hard: "I don't have it, if I say I don't have it, I don't have it."

"Why do you go to other people's classrooms without you? To find fault with them?" Teacher Zheng pointed at Jiang Yu with the other end of his pointer.

This student is quite familiar to him, and he often sees it at Xie Ying's place. At first glance, he is the kind of good student with good grades and obedience. For some reason, he has provoked this little gangster Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't answer.

Feng Tingting said angrily at the same table: "That pen is a birthday present that my aunt bought for me from a big shopping mall in the city. You will pay me for it."

Zhang Xiaoqiang had nothing to say about this matter, he did break the pen, and he admitted it.

"Give me back your wallet." Feng Tingting begged.

Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped up instantly: "Again, I didn't take your wallet."

This roar made Feng Tingting cry immediately.

After tossing a class, Zhang Xiaoqiang refused to admit that he took Feng Tingting's wallet after school.And the more he refused to admit it, the more embarrassing his head teacher would be. In the end, he had no choice but to call his home and ask his parents to come over.

As for how Zhang Xiaoqiang's parents dealt with it later, Jiang Yu didn't know.The three of them in the first grade were all sent back to the classroom. As for the "victim" Zhang Tingting who was at the same table as her, Xie Ying said that she would give them an explanation after school on Monday.

Before leaving the office, Zhang Xiaoqiang said fiercely to Jiang Yu: "Jiang Yu, you fucking memorize what happened today."

Because of this threat, he was slapped by his head teacher again.

Jiang Yu glanced sideways at Zhang Xiaoqiang, of course he would remember, not only this, but more.

It was about this time a year ago, when he was standing in the teacher's office, facing the criticism from the teacher and parents, he felt aggrieved and unable to prove his innocence, Zhang Xiaoqiang should have felt it today.

People are like this, it is always easier to believe what you believe than the truth that is difficult to ascertain.

Everyone believed that Zhang Xiaoqiang was someone who would do such bad things, so it only needed some opportunities, such as a lost owner or a lost wallet, and the adjudicator would naturally link the whole incident with him.

However, Jiang Yu performed well in school and was often praised by the class teacher. He is neither a mischievous type nor has a history of bullying classmates or stealing. Even if he told them that he took the wallet to frame Zhang Xiaoqiang, he would not believe it.

This time is enough for Zhang Xiaoqiang to drink a pot, but Jiang Yu's mood is not brightened by the successful revenge, only the clothes on his body that may never be washed clean again.

After school, he trotted all the way home, got into the bathroom as soon as he entered the door, took off his clothes, soaked them in the basin, and poured a lot of washing powder.But no matter how you rub it, there are always a few faint marks, which are particularly conspicuous on the white clothes.

The sweat on his face poured into his eyes, and he raised his hand to rub it, but because the foam on his hands was not washed off, his eyes hurt even more.He hurriedly poured water, rubbed his eyes red, and sat in front of the laundry tub, feeling powerless grievances—expensive clothes that couldn’t be washed clean, and punks he couldn’t get rid of.

"What are you messing with as soon as you come back?" Qi Nuliang pushed open the door of the bathroom, frowning at him.

The child was sitting on the floor tiles topless, with water all over his face and red eyes that looked like he had been crying.Qi Nuliang pulled him up: "What's the matter, why are you crying alone in the toilet?"

"I didn't cry."

"I haven't cried yet." He said as he pulled off the towel and wiped his face, "Being beaten?"

"No."

"Is that criticized by the teacher?"

"No." Jiang Yu pulled the towel from his hand, "I said I didn't cry, the foam got into my eyes."

It was only then that Qi Nuliang noticed the washbasin full of foam, and fished out the T-shirt inside with a puzzled face.

"The clothes were accidentally stained with ink." Jiang Yu explained embarrassingly, "It can't be washed clean."

"Crying about this?"

"No crying."

Qi Nuliang threw the clothes back into the basin again: "It's okay, I'll wash it for you later, I promise to wash it clean for you. Don't cry."

"...I really didn't cry."

"If you don't have it, you don't have it. Come here and show you something good."

"what?"

"You'll know when you come here." Qi Nuliang pulled Jiang Yu and pushed open the bedroom door. The drenched and shirtless child suddenly shivered, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his skin, "Is it cool?"

At this moment, Jiang Yu saw the air conditioner hanging above the window at a glance, where the cold wind was blowing from.

"You bought it?"

"Then who else is there?"

Qi Nuliang went to the table at the foot of the bed again, and lifted a cloth cover like a bride's hijab, under which was a square TV.He looked at Jiang Yu triumphantly: "Big color TV, the latest model, how about it, not bad."

Jiang Yu's eyes lit up, and he reached out to touch it.

Qi Nuliang turned on the power, took the remote control on the table and told him how to switch on and off and change channels: "But you can't watch it during school, you can during the holidays. Isn't it the summer vacation soon, let you have a good time before school starts."

Jiang Yu nodded quickly, and then sneezed.

"Put on your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."

"Yeah." Jiang Yu took a T-shirt from the closet and put it on, but kept his shorts pinched in his hands, and kept looking at Qi Nuliang.

Qi Nuliang also looked at him, not knowing why: "What's the matter?"

"Brother, you go out first."

"..." Qi Nuliang thought for a while before he realized, "You're still shy."

Jiang Yu was really embarrassed by what he said, and pushed Qi Nuliang away.

"It's not a little girl, you are so shy..." The door was closed in front of his eyes.

Qi Nuliang snapped his fingers. In the second half of the year, the little boy will be 14 years old and enter the second year of junior high school.I heard from the big sisters in the restaurant that girls start to think more at such a young age.But the boys are still foolish, not sensible at all.The conclusion reached is that it is better to be a girl, who is sensible and considerate earlier.

His family is a kid, but he is caring and sensible, so at this age, his thoughts are starting to increase, and he is starting to be ashamed and want privacy?

Qi Nuliang shouted outside the door: "Come out quickly, I'll show you something nice again."

Jiang Yu changed his clothes and opened the door: "What else?"

Qi Nuliang took him to the kitchen, and there was a large refrigerator one person tall standing at the door: "Open it and have a look."

Jiang Yu opened the upper door and saw two plates of leftovers from lunch.

Qi Nuliang closed the door: "I told you to look below."

He opened the frozen layer below again as he said, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was filled with popsicles and ice cream.

The two sat cross-legged on the bed, watching TV, blowing on the air conditioner, each holding a cardboard box to his chest, and leisurely biting the popsicle in his hand.

"Cool down?"

"Cool."

"Are you comfortable?"

"Comfortable."

Qi Nuliang threw the wooden stick to the ground, fell on the bed, and sighed: "This is life."

Jiang Yu also fell down, tilted his head, and looked at him quietly: "Brother, how much did this cost?"

"Not much, I still have money." As he spoke, he turned out the phone, showed him the balance information sent by the bank, and emphasized again, "Look, I really still have money."

"Your job..."

"Work is good too. Are you hungry, let's go out to eat?" Qi Nuliang changed the subject.

Seeing that he was not willing to talk about this, Jiang Yu didn't ask again: "It's still hot outside, wait until it gets dark before going out."

"Alright. After dinner, buy a watermelon and put it in the refrigerator. There will be iced watermelon tomorrow."

"Brother..." Jiang Yu called him softly, a little coquettishly.

"how?"

"When you get old, I will take care of you."

"..."

Qi Nuliang was also choked by the saliva while lying flat, coughed a few times, and held it in for a long time before finally choking out two words: "No hurry."

"It's not in a hurry now, but you will grow old one day, we can talk about it first."

"...you'd better read the book first, be careful that you won't even be able to support yourself in the future."

"I will study well, and I will be able to support myself in the future, and I can also give you a pension."

This topic seemed to be too much to pass, Qi Nuliang turned over and got up from the bed: "It will be dark soon, let's go eat."

The weather was hot, and the two ate cold noodles and porridge in the small restaurant downstairs.After eating, I really went to buy two big watermelons, one for each person to hold in their arms.

Back home, Qi Nuliang began to wash Jiang Yu's clothes.Before that, he went to the kitchen to tinker for a long time, brought a bottle of white vinegar over, and put it on the stained area.After a while, I rubbed it in clean water, and it was really clean.

Now, Jiang Yu's unhappiness at school finally disappeared.

"How do you know you can wash it off like this?"

Qi Nuliang hung his clothes in a ventilated place by the window: "Your mother always wore a white shirt when she went to school. I saw her clothes were stained with ink and washed like this."

On Monday morning, Jiang Yu went to school wearing that clean T-shirt, calmly asked how Zhang Xiaoqiang's parents came last week and how the matter was finally resolved.