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Before the voice changes, most children's voices are clear and crisp, but sometimes they are also very harsh.

After the tall boy finished speaking, everyone in the classroom looked at the hunchbacked boy.

Huge shaking heads, deformed faces, and gazes stared at the children sitting by the wall.

"He was the one who killed the mockingbird!" A short boy named Fuming also jumped out, his voice even sharper and slightly trembling.

The hunchbacked boy's body that had just been straightened slowly bent down, his beautiful eyes full of panic.

"Is it you?" The male teacher looked at the boy with an evil look and shouted loudly to the boy: "Stand up!"

The thin body of the hunchbacked boy was almost shrinking into a ball. When the teacher was so frightened, he shivered and stood up from the chair.

"Did you kill the dean's mockingbird?" The teacher walked down the stage. He was 1.8 meters tall and stood in front of the boy like an insurmountable wall.

"Speak!" The teacher's voice was loud and stern.

The beautiful eyes of the hunchbacked boy seemed to be covered with a layer of dust. He clasped his hands together and slowly lowered his head.

"Why don't you tell the teacher the truth?" I stood outside the door and was worried about the hunchbacked boy. As an adult, I couldn't understand the mentality of a child when facing such a thing.

In the classroom, the hunchback boy's silence made the male teacher even more angry. The students in his class were naughty and killed the dean's bird. As a result, his rating in the dean's heart would definitely be lowered.

"Tell me! Did you kill the dean's robin?" Thinking of this, the male teacher became even more angry: "Do you know that the robin is a bird that only exists abroad and is very rare in China? You are really I'm furious!"

The hunchbacked boy remained silent. The two children who complained first were happy and continued to sing in harmony: "Teacher, every time when there is no one in the courtyard before class, he will sneak into the dean's office. We have found him several times." Times! Other students have seen it too!"

"Yeah, I've seen it too."

"Yes, he was the one who killed the bird!"

"How could you kill such a cute little life? It's so cruel!"

Huge heads swaying one after another, and distorted faces enlarged one after another, almost constantly surrounding the hunchbacked boy with accusations.

The child in the corner still didn't speak at this time. His head was so low that I couldn't see his face.

"Quiet, you continue the class, pay attention to the order of the class, you come out with me." Mr. Chen said, and the classroom immediately became quiet.

He waved to the hunchbacked boy and walked out of the classroom first.

When I saw Mr. Chen was about to come out, I quickly backed away and hid around the corner again. What I didn't expect was that Mr. Chen actually held the hand of the hunchbacked boy and walked towards my direction.

"You discovered me? Shouldn't you?"

I quietly hid on the second floor and peeked through my blind spot. Mr. Chen and the hunchbacked boy stopped at the corner of the first floor. They were far away from several classrooms and no one could hear their conversation.

"Did you kill the robin?" Mr. 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 several seconds before Mr. Chen broke the calm: "I know you didn't kill the robin. I also know that you often run into my office, open the birdcage and let the bird out. You You are friends with it, how could you tear off its feathers and beat it to death? You didn't do it, why didn't you say it loudly? Tell everyone the truth?"

Not only the hunchbacked boy, but also me hiding on the second floor did not expect what Mr. Chen said: "This old guy is really a good person? His tone of voice is very decent, right?"

After hearing what Mr. Chen said, the hunchbacked boy who had always lowered his head slowly raised his face. His clear eyes were like an icy lake that had never been polluted.

He opened his mouth as if he thought of something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

"Raise your head, look into my eyes, and tell me why you have to bear the grievance that does not belong to you." Old Chen put his thick palms on the shoulders of the hunchbacked boy. He was tall and condescending, like a god who dominated everything.

Hiding upstairs, I curled my lips when I heard what he said. How could he have any eyes on that face? A complete blank slate.

The boy still didn't raise his head, whether it was because of fear or other reasons.

"Why is this kid so afraid of trouble? He allowed himself to be bullied without saying a word and endured grievances he shouldn't have to bear. Now that he meets the dean, he still doesn't know how to redress his grievances? This character is really unpleasant." Excessive humility is not called humility. , that is called despicable. No one in this world will respect a despicable person from the bottom of his heart.

The people I came into contact with during the live broadcast were all extreme lunatics, such as Yuan Chen Shen Sha, who was so desperate that he dared to curse a school and drag dozens of people to be buried with him, or Lu Xing, who changed his fate for his own sake, and even Dare to blow up the dam blocking the river and displace millions of people.

Because I have been in contact with these reckless lunatics for a long time, my ideas are more extreme.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, bowing your head to bear the insult 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 character was developed. Although he experienced shallow dreams, I still have a partial understanding of his childhood life. I don't know what stimulation he suffered that made him become so cowardly and tolerant.

But the scene that happened next made me stunned, and I gained a new understanding of the hunchback boy and Mr. Chen.

"Actually, you did a good job." Mr. Chen's voice changed from the seriousness just now and seemed to be very satisfied. He simply praised: "The robin is already dead. For the sake of a dead bird, you hurt your classmates." It was wrong and you did a good job.”

"What?!" I almost couldn't believe my ears. Is it wrong to hurt a classmate for a dead bird? Is this how Mr. Chen usually educates the hunchbacked boy? Is it right not to dare to tell the real culprit and to bear the grievances that we should not bear? What about fairness? What about integrity? What about the most essential sense of justice in a person’s heart?

"Go back, forget about this matter. When everyone is born, they are pure and innocent, with good nature. They will eventually see your grievances and commitments, understand you, and accept you. When the time comes, you will Be the most popular among everyone, and everyone will be willing to be friends with you." Mr. Chen, who had no facial features, touched the hunchbacked boy's hair as if stroking the down feathers of a baby bird: "Just like you like That little guy who is just like a robin, fluttering gray and never attracting attention, will one day spread his wings and fly into the sky."

"But the robin is dead." The hunchbacked boy spoke for the first time. He was timid and hesitant, and very neutral. Just by listening to his voice, most people probably couldn't tell his gender.

"You should go back." Mr. Chen seemed dissatisfied with the hunchback boy's reaction. In his opinion, the other party should obey him unconditionally. He did not want to hear any rebuttal.

Mr. Chen left along the corridor. The hunchbacked boy was leaning against the wall. His head seemed to be pressed lower because of Mr. Chen's touch just now.

"Before he was sent to the orphanage, the boy with a hunchback should have received some stimulation. He was weak and introverted. After entering the orphanage, Mr. Chen's education methods were a bit deviant. He even encouraged this kind of cowardice without a bottom line. This led to the boy with a hunchback. More and more self-denial." I looked at the hunchbacked boy in the corner with complicated eyes: "I finally understand why the middle dream chose this section in particular, and why it had to start with the robin."

Legend has it that the robin's feathers were originally light gray. When Jesus was nailed to the cross, it flew to Jesus' ears and sang to soothe Jesus' pain. The blood on Jesus' body was stained on the robin's body. The feathers turned bright red.

This bird symbolizes salvation in reality, but in the hunchbacked boy's dream, the robin is dead.

The real tragedy is usually not how a person died but how he lived.

And the tragedy of the boy in front of me, whose name I still don’t know, has just begun.