It was that day that we happened to meet in the city. Because I haven't seen you for a long time, I booked a hotel at night, ready to have a good chat. I also ordered porridge that I haven't seen for a long time. It's really hard to complain about life now, or when I was happier as a child. Xiao Gan suddenly asked us, do you remember that primary school teacher? I don't even remember my high school teacher, so how can I remember my primary school teacher? She said that she remembered. The Chinese teacher in the third grade, who is in his fifties, is the vice principal. He is very bald, so he always cuts his hair very short, shaves his beard very clean and has obvious wrinkles on his face. He is serious in class, but after class, he is always affable, smiling and with small eyes.
She looked up at us and then pulled her mouth and smiled. Say, do you know why I remember? I really want to forget. But it never seems to go away.
Xiao gan was a representative of Chinese class at that time and had to go to the office to hand in his homework every day. Unlike other teachers, this teacher has his own independent office. At first, he just touched Xiao Gan's face and neck, patted him on the shoulder, or something else. What do children in Grade Three know? I thought it was because the teacher liked himself, until one time, Xiao Gan said that when he was instructing homework, Xiao Gan sat on his lap and put his hand into Xiao Gan's clothes.
From that day on, Xiao Gan never dared to go to the office alone. She would ask others to go with her. Only two girls can't do it, so they can only ask the boys to go together, but the teacher is always in the dark and uses both hands and feet. Or just ask her to go alone. Xiao Gan kept hiding and told her mother that the teacher always touched her face. In fact, the teacher didn't just touch her face at that time. But my mother only said, stay away from that teacher, and sometimes she will pick her up. The next year, I transferred to Xiao Gan.
However, in this incident, Xiao Gan is not alone. Xiao Gan is not the most beautiful in the class. In that remote and poor town, most children and parents are not around, and other children don't even have an irresponsible protector.
Xiao Gan said at the end, "Do you know? It took me a long time to realize what I was going through. Maybe while watching a movie or an article. Then comes the emotion, nausea, pain and shame. Then you say, before this, I clearly didn't know what it was, why did I always remember it? That morning, the man asked me to sit on my lap and pointed to my exercise book to say how to do the problem. My other hand is in my clothes, fumbling back and forth. The smile on his face and the deep voice are like chocolate melted in his pocket, which is disgusting. And I will never get rid of these memories. "
If only I could forget it naturally. Xiao Gan, who has grown up and received higher education, understands the rights and wrongs of this society, but she still dares not tell anyone about it. What happened, for her, that kind of filth, stayed in her body forever. The most painful thing is that this happened to me. I was only ten years old, and there were those classmates, or classmates before and after.
Xiao Gan said that after she realized this, she had a year's holiday, probably after graduating from junior high school. She went back to the town and primary school and saw the teacher in the distance. If she has the courage, she should expose him and report him. But she didn't do anything. She has no courage. She doesn't know what she is worried about, but what she is worried about, even now. She can only tell herself that ten years later, the teacher has retired, and the rest should be safe? Either someone was brave enough to report him, or the school found out, or he died unexpectedly.
Zhou said that this might happen to her. Once she went to a cousin's house to play, and the cousin took her and another group of people to the cousin's house next to her and said that she would play hide and seek. When she ran to the second floor, she met her cousin's cousin Actually, Zhou should call him big cousin. Big cousin is a fresh graduate of college. She usually looks gentle and quiet. But that time, my cousin asked her to take off her pants and said that as long as she showed it to him, her big cousin could tell her a good hiding place and candy to eat. Otherwise, she can't leave. It happened that Zhou's cousin took the others to the second floor.
But I can't forget it. Even though he didn't suffer anything, Zhou, who is in his twenties, still remembers the man in that room on the second floor that afternoon.
I wonder, has this ever happened to me? If my answer is no. So I don't want to talk about it, or have I forgotten?
This world, on the surface, is really beautiful! But everyone has a story in their heart. They really want to throw away these memories, but they can't. Unless one day, I think this is a small matter in a long life. If a child really takes this kind of thing as a trivial matter in his childhood, I'm afraid this beautiful world is really a mirage reflected in the desert.