Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 507: True tragedy
Chapter 507 The real tragedy
Before the voice change, the child's voice is mostly clear, but sometimes it is harsh.
After the tall boy finished speaking, everyone in the classroom looked at the hunchbacked boy.
Huge shaking heads and deformed faces stared intently at the child sitting by the wall.
"It was he who killed the mockingbird!" The short boy named Fu Ming also jumped out, his voice was sharper, and there was a faint tremor.
The hunchback boy's straight body just now slowly bent down, his beautiful eyeballs were full of panic.
"It's you?" The male teacher looked unkindly and shouted at the boy: "Stand up for me!"
The hunchbacked boy's thin body was about to shrink into a ball, so frightened by the teacher, he shivered and stood up from the chair.
"Did you kill the dean's robin?" The teacher stepped off the podium. He was 1.8 meters tall and stood in front of the boy like an insurmountable wall.
"Speak!" The teacher's voice was very loud and very severe.
The hunchbacked boy's beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dust. He clasped his hands together and lowered his head slowly.
"Why didn't you tell the teacher the truth?" Standing outside the door, I was anxious for the hunchback boy. As an adult, I couldn't understand the mentality of a child when facing such a thing.
In the classroom, the silence of the hunchbacked boy made the male teacher even more annoyed. The students in his class actually mischievously killed the dean's bird. If this happened, his rating in the dean's heart would definitely drop.
"Tell me! Did you kill the dean's robin?" Thinking of this, the male teacher became even more angry: "Do you know that robin is a kind of bird that only exists abroad, and it is very rare in China , you really **** me off!"
The hunchbacked boy was silent, and the boy who was the first to report the two villains was happy, and continued to sing and continue: "Teacher, every time when there is no one in the courtyard, he will sneak into the dean's office. We have I have spotted him several times! Other students have also seen it!"
"Yes, I have seen it too."
"That's right, he was the one who killed the little bird!"
"How can you do anything with such a cute little life? It's too cruel!"
Huge shaking heads, enlarged and distorted faces, accusing the hunchbacked boy almost uninterruptedly.
The child in the corner still didn't speak at this time, his head was lowered so low that I couldn't see his face anymore.
"Be quiet, you guys continue the class, pay attention to the classroom order, come out with me." Old Chen said, and the classroom immediately became quiet.
He beckoned to the hunchbacked boy, and walked out of the classroom first.
When I saw that Mr. Chen was about to come out, I quickly backed away and hid again at the corner. What I didn't expect was that Mr. Chen was walking towards me holding the hand of the hunchbacked boy.
"Find me? Shouldn't it be?"
I hid quietly on the second floor, peeking through the blind spot. Mr. Chen and the hunchbacked boy stopped at the corner of the first floor, which was far away from several classrooms, and no one could hear their conversation.
"Did you kill the mockingbird?" Old Chen's image in the dream had no facial features, and his flat face looked very scary.
The hunchbacked boy lowered his head and said nothing, acting very well-behaved, just like a child who made a mistake.
The two were in a stalemate for a few seconds, but Mr. Chen broke the calm: "I know that you didn't kill the robin, and I also know that you often come to my office, open the cage and release the bird." Come out, you are friends with it, how could you tear off its feathers and throw it to death? You didn't do it, why didn't you speak out loudly? Tell everyone the truth?"
What Mr. Chen said, not only the hunchbacked boy, but even I who was hiding on the second floor didn't think of it: "This old guy is really a good person? His tone is very decent?"
Hearing Old Chen's words, the hunchbacked boy who had kept his head down slowly raised his face, his clear eyes seemed like a frozen lake that had never been polluted.
He opened his mouth, as if thinking of something, but he didn't say a word after all.
"Raise your head, look into my eyes, and tell me why you have to suffer grievances that don't belong to you." Old Chen put his thick palm on the shoulder of the hunchbacked boy. He was tall and condescending, like a **** who ruled everything.
When I was hiding upstairs, I curled my lips when I heard what he said. How could there be any eyes on his face? The whole whiteboard.
The boy still didn't look up, whether it was because of fear or other reasons.
"Why is this kid so afraid of things? Let the bully stay silent, bear the grievances he shouldn't have to bear, and now he meets the dean and still doesn't know how to redress his grievances? This character is really unpleasant." It's called humble, that's called humble, no one in this world will respect a humble person from the heart.
All I met during the live broadcast were some extreme lunatics, such as Yuanchen Shensha, who dared to curse a school when he was in a hurry, and dragged dozens of people to be buried with him, or Luxing, who changed for himself against the sky. They even dared to blow up the dam blocking the river, displacing millions of people from their homes.
Because I have been in contact with these reckless lunatics for a long time, my thoughts will be more extreme.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, bowing your head to bear in the face of bullying, this will only make your head lower and lower until you can no longer lift it up.
I'm very curious about how this boy's personality was developed. Although I experienced shallow dreams, I still don't know much about his childhood life. I don't know what kind of stimulation he has suffered to become so cowardly. So patient.
But what happened next left me speechless, and I gained a new understanding of the hunchbacked boy and Mr. Chen.
"Actually, you did a good job." Old Chen's voice changed from the seriousness just now, and he seemed very satisfied. He simply praised: "The mockingbird is dead. For a dead bird, hurt This is the classmate's mistake, you did a good job."
"What?!" I couldn't believe my ears. Is it wrong to hurt a classmate for a dead bird? Is this how Mr. Chen usually educates hunchbacked boys? Is it correct not to dare to tell the real culprit, and to bear the grievances that should not be endured? fair? What about honesty? What is the most essential sense of justice in a person's heart?
"Go back, let's forget about this matter. When everyone is born, they are pure and innocent, and their nature is good. Your grievances and commitments will eventually be seen by them one day, and they will understand and accept you. At that time, you will become the most popular among all people, and everyone will be willing to be friends with you." The old man with no facial features touched the hunchbacked boy's hair, as if he was stroking the down feathers of a young bird: "It's like Like that robin you like, the little gray guy who is never noticeable will one day spread his wings and take to the sky."
"But, the robin is dead." The hunchbacked boy spoke for the first time. He was cowardly and hesitant, very neutral, and only listened to the voice. It is estimated that most people would not be able to tell his gender.
"You should go back." Old Chen seemed dissatisfied with the hunchbacked boy's reaction. In his opinion, the other party should obey him unconditionally, and he didn't want to hear rebuttals.
Old Chen left along the corridor, the hunchbacked boy was leaning against the wall, his head seemed to be lowered because of Old Chen's stroking just now.
"The hunchback boy should have received some kind of stimulation before he was sent to the orphanage. He is cowardly and introverted. After entering the orphanage, Mr. Chen's education method was a bit deviant. He even encouraged this kind of cowardice without bottom line. This led to the hunchbacked boy’s self-denial.” I looked at the hunchbacked boy in the corner with complicated eyes: “I finally know why this part of the middle-level dream was specially selected, and why it had to start with the robin.”
According to legend, the feathers of the robin were light gray. When **** was crucified on the cross, it flew to Jesus' ear and sang to soothe the pain of Jesus. The blood on Jesus' body was stained on the robin. Since then Its breast feathers turned bright red.
This bird symbolizes salvation in reality, but in the hunchback boy's dream, the robin is dead.
True tragedy usually lies not in how a person dies, but in how he lives.
As for the boy in front of me whose name I still don't know, his tragedy has just begun.