The first snow in 2002, I was in my second year of high school. My down jacket was shedding hair. The snow was melting at noon. The down jacket was wet and wet. The smell of duck feathers made me want to breathe.

The school’s facilities reformed, and the classroom was equipped with an air conditioner, with electricity of 15 degrees a week, and there were fifty people in a classroom, which all depended on breathing to keep warm.

It's so cold, how can I feel like I'm in class?

"Yan Xiaochang, get up and carry it on your back." The history teacher looked at me with a smile, looking like he was distracted again.

Why is it me again!

To be honest, in history class, no one took it seriously before. Later, our class teacher resigned and stopped working. When the history teacher took office as the class teacher, everyone was energetic. But I still couldn't raise it, maybe because our history teacher was too pretty and looked easy to bully.

I stood up, and had no idea what the teacher asked me to memorize. I didn't even look at it. I said very awesomely, "No."

The history teacher didn't make things difficult for me, "Sit down, listen carefully, and come to my office to memorize the self-study class."

I sat down consciously.

The classmates in our class all felt that the history teacher looked at me differently because he liked to catch me and ask questions, but he asked me ten times, but I couldn’t answer eight times, so I barely answered it, and someone next to me was prompted.

I am not a real bad student, but I am not interested in history at all.

During self-study class, I took the history book to the head teacher's office. History teacher Wang Zhaoyang was talking nonsense with the female teacher in the office. He was the youngest in the office. He just came to our school last year and I was his first wave of students.

The female teachers all like Wang Zhaoyang very much, and their classmates also like it. I don’t like it very much, and I don’t like it except myself.

Wang Zhaoyang asked me to find a place to sit by myself, so I sat on the windowsill, looking at the ice and snow outside, and accidentally walked out of my mind.

Wang Zhaoyang bounced on my head, "Where do you miss my boyfriend?"

"I don't fall in love early." I answered simply.

Wang Zhaoyang exclaimed, "It's right not to fall in love early, how old are you." He pulled a bench and sat down next to me. Teacher Wang expressed his concern, "Come and tell me, what are you thinking about when you are in a daze all day until night in class?"

I wasn't polite, and said straight, "Would you be angry if I say that you're boring to class?"

Wang Zhaoyang became interested and asked with a smile, "Why is it boring for me to go to class?"

It’s not boring either, it’s just, “Teacher, I don’t like learning history.”

"Why?"

"I don't think it's useless."

Wang Zhaoyang has a very good temper and doesn't always speak like other class teachers. He said, "But you have to take this exam."

I have nothing to say.

Wang Zhaoyang patted my shoulder, "Just memorize it, you will know the history in the future."

This year I was seventeen and twenty-five, Wang Zhaoyang was unmarried.

That evening self-study, when I returned to the dormitory, before I started washing it, the phone in the dormitory rang, and my roommate asked me to answer. I knew there was nothing good. As soon as I answered it, Wu Yuqing scolded me, "You little bastard, a bastard raised by bitch, why don't you die with them!"

Wu Yuqing is my father's lover, and I know she is drinking too much again.

At that time, I was still young and energetic. Even though I knew she didn't remember anything the next day after drinking too much, I was still willing to choke with her. I said, "Didn't you just scold me if you are a bitch?"

Wu Yuqing, "Battle breeder, I can't go back, die and come and pick me up!"

I hung up the phone and couldn't be said to be disappointed, because I'm used to this kind of thing.

I have to pick up Wu Yuqing, I have my reasons.

After leaving the dormitory, the students who live on campus cannot leave school at will. They still follow the old path and can climb over the wall in the bicycle shed. But today I was unlucky. When I climbed over the wall, I was caught by the patrolman and sent me to the communication room.

The head teacher Wang Zhaoyang came to pick me up.

The old man in the communication room was drinking tea with his own white porcelain cup. Wang Zhaoyang asked me why I had to leave school privately.

I made up the reason, "I'm having my period, so I'm going out to buy sanitary napkins."

Wang Zhaoyang's face changed and he said, "Can you borrow it from your classmates first?"

"I borrowed it, no, and I used them allergies." My face was calm and I never blinked when I lie.

Of course Wang Zhaoyang didn't believe it and told me not to lie to him.

After gritting my teeth, I said, "I understand or you understand. Do you don't believe that I can take off my pants and show you!"

The old man in the communication room raised his eyelids and looked at me. Wang Zhaoyang's face was helpless and helpless. He hid a little anger and pulled me out of the communication room.

The students have all returned to the dormitory. There are no people on the way to the school now. Wang Zhaoyang stood in front of me and was very angry. He asked me, "Yan Xiaochang, is there anyone who talks to the teacher like this?"

"Are you talking to students like this? You even have to take care of your period!" I really bullied him with a very strong temper.

Wang Zhaoyang still tolerated it, but was so angry that his face was cramped. "What kind of sanitary napkin do you want? I'll go out to buy it for you."

"No, I'll buy it myself. You can open the order and let me go out, otherwise the supermarket will be closed."

"Yan Xiaochang!"

In the eyes of the teachers, I am just a problem girl. I lie and skip classes and never return home. I have a lot of bad records. Apart from my grades, I am just not qualified in history.

This is the first time Wang Zhaoyang yelled at me, and I couldn't speak, and I wanted to cry a little. I bit my mouth and said, "I won't buy it anymore, I'll go back to the dormitory."

Turning my head and walking towards the girls' dormitory, Wang Zhaoyang pulled my arm down, stopped me and then quickly let go. He said, "You tell me what reason you are, I will let you out."

I hesitated for at least two minutes, and finally said in a deep voice, "My stepmother is drunk too much, I'll pick her up home."

"Where is your stepmother?"

"Singing Room." I replied impatiently.

Wang Zhaoyang frowned, "Is that the place where students should go, where is your dad?"

"Diet!" I stared at him, tears flowed out in a flash, and the gaze seemed to hate him very much. Actually, I didn't hate anyone, I just felt wronged, but I didn't want others to see my grievances, so I could only use this hatred gaze to hide it.

Wang Zhaoyang was stunned for a moment, looking at my tears, probably what I said was true, apologized, "I'm sorry, don't cry."

I turned my face and wiped my tears, "Do you want me to go out?"

"It's too late, I'll go with you."

I looked at him and felt that he was a little too busy with other people's affairs. I have self-esteem, okay? I never talk about our family affairs to my classmates, and I don't want anyone to see me. I, Yan Xiaochang, rely on others to do that kind of thing to stand here.

Wang Zhaoyang had a motorcycle, which was awesome means of transportation in that era. He drove me out of school with a motorcycle. I sat in the back, my down jacket was ventilated, and my knees were still very cold.

Wang Zhaoyang asked me if I was cold, but I didn't say anything. We had to have a motorcycle with legs to sit on. I was especially afraid that I would stick to him, so I grabbed the iron frame under my body with my fingers, feeling a little embarrassed.

My stepmother was already asleep on the broken leather sofa in the singing room. Just go to bed. Her hands were not honest, and she was pulling out the cotton inside the broken leather sofa, and she threw it on the ground one by one.

I walked over and pulled her, and Wang Zhaoyang watched from the side, and it was inconvenient to help.

After pulling my stepmother up, the place was not far away. I said I would walk back. Wang Zhaoyang insisted on carrying her back, so he put my stepmother on the motorcycle again. The stepmother sat in the middle and I squeezed behind, afraid that she would fall.

Then I arrived at my house.

The old house I live in was when my father was a worker in the 1980s. It was divided into pieces and was ragged and all of them were wooden doors, which felt very unsafe.

Wu Yuqing didn't cooperate with the stairs, so I shouted at her, "Can you raise your legs? Are you dead?"

Wu Yuqing cursed at me, "I'm dead. If I die, I'll go to take revenge. If I die, you don't think about it!"

I heard this from the age of fifteen and now that I am not surprised by this. I dragged her upstairs with a dark face. My house lives on the fourth floor. Every time I dragged her up, I feel exhausted.

Wang Zhaoyang kept following behind, probably because he was afraid that we would fall down the stairs, but he still had no nerve to help, so he shone the light with the small flashlight on the key.

When I entered the door, Wu Yuqing and I fought with each other, and she said that I squeezed into her hand when I closed the door.

She grabbed my hair and said, "You ungrateful wolf, I will hold you for a few years, and you will be able to kill me. Kneel down and kneel down!"

Wu Yuqing pressed my head and asked me to kneel down to her, so I didn't kneel down and kicked her in the stomach with my feet. Wang Zhaoyang couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he reached out to pull us, but said nothing, but just pulled her, probably still observing the situation.

Wu Yuqing only discovered Wang Zhaoyang's existence until now. She was so dizzy. When she saw someone helping her, she scolded me again and pulled my hair even harder, "Okay, I learned to hook up with a man in my teenage years old. I will strangle you as a bastard and strangle you to death!"

She just scolded me for something else, is this my teacher okay? Is it human words?

I didn't care whether the head hurts or not, and kicked her away with one kick. Wu Yuqing fell to the ground, feeling that she couldn't beat the two of us, so she sat on the ground crying with grievance.

He said that his life was so miserable, and he was so ungrateful.

I rubbed my hair and didn't want to pay attention to her at all. I planned to leave directly, but Wang Zhaoyang didn't leave. He squatted over to comfort Wu Yuqing, helped her stand up, and said kindly, "I am Yan Xiaochang's head teacher. I'm afraid she will not be safe with her. Sister, go and rest first. I will take Yan Xiaochang back to school. She will have class tomorrow."

Wu Yuqing did stand up and met Wang Zhaoyang's look of spring breeze and rain. Seeing that this man was not young, he probably believed it. He endured his tears, glared at me fiercely, and staggered back to the room.

My family only has two rooms, one room in the door, one room inside, and it is both a bedroom and a living room. Wu Yuqing slept there. There is a bed in this room where I enter, and I slept this when I come back.

Wu Yuqing slammed the door, leaving only Wang Zhaoyang. Wang Zhaoyang looked at the environment and had no place to sit, so he could only sit on my bed.

My bed was still very neat, although it was covered with old sheets, but it was also clean.

Wang Zhaoyang asked me: "Your dad is gone?"

I didn't reply with a dark face.

He then asked, "You live here with your stepmother?"

The words stuck in my heart couldn't help but say them. I said, "She is not my stepmother, she and my dad are not married at all."

Wang Zhaoyang may have been confused by this complicated relationship. He crossed his legs slightly, put his palm on his knees, and sat quite well. He was like a teacher, and he said, "Yan Xiaochang, can you tell the teacher about what difficulties are there at home? The teacher can also help you."

"What can you help me?" I looked at him impatiently, remembering that he was my teacher, and his attitude was gentler. "My parents are dead. This woman was deceived by my dad. I will live in her house and she will pay the rent for me."

My parents were scumbags. When they were alive, they knew how to gambling and playing mahjong, and they didn't work and earn money. My father was quite pretty, so he tricked Wu Yuqing, who came to sell from another place, and took it to his home to raise him. He told Wu Yuqing and I were her relatives. Wu Yuqing sold meat and raised our family for several years.
To be continued...