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The female teacher persuaded him to sit and wait in the guard booth. There was a heating stove inside to read to his parents, but Fu Jueshen was afraid that he would not see Mommy when she came later.
He stubbornly shook his head and refused, and was unwilling to provide the phone numbers of other people in his family.
The teacher had no choice but to wait with him for another half hour.
Winter nights come relatively early, and the sky is already dark before six o'clock. The red rotten tomatoes on the horizon add a touch of beauty to the cold.
The snow was still falling, and soon the roads, houses, and trees on the roadside were dyed white.
The whole world seems to have fallen asleep.
Time passed by minute by second, and it passed extremely slowly. Just when the female teacher felt that her hands were almost no longer her own, she suddenly heard the little boy sneezing.
She woke up from her trance, moved her stiff neck, looked down at the sleepy little boy, and patted his shoulder to wake him up.
"I feel deep sleep, can't sleep, I will catch a cold. Wake up"
Hearing the female teacher calling him again, Fu Jueshen slowly opened his sleepy eyes. A gust of cold wind blew, and snowflakes hit his face randomly.
Like a knife blade.
It¡¯s cold and painful.
With a hint of worry in her voice, she raised her head and asked the female teacher, "Teacher Xiaohua, what time is it now."
She looked down at her watch and said with a helpless tone, "It's already six seventeen."
Your mommy may not come.
The little boy did not speak, but his tight lips revealed his emotions. The female teacher gave a wry smile and hurriedly comforted him.
"Jueshen, maybe your mommy is just too busy. You'd better provide the teacher with the numbers of other people in your family, and the teacher will go to the office to call you and ask."
At this time, mobile phones were not yet popular. Rich people would buy a Motorola or Nokia, but they were incomparable to those of later generations.
The female teacher has just graduated and has been working for less than half a year. She is living hand to mouth and is not yet wealthy enough to own a private mobile phone.
"But as a high-end aristocratic primary school in City A, the office is equipped with a landline, so it is quite convenient and free to make phone calls.
Fu Jueshen declined the teacher's concern and took a deep breath of air-conditioning.
"No, thank you, Teacher Xiaohua."
After saying that, he lifted his legs and walked towards the school gate. After standing for two hours, the snow water had already wet his shoes and socks, and his feet were so cold that they were numb and unconscious.
"It's better to say that we are moving step by step, walking like an eighty-year-old man."
The female teacher looked at his stubbornly leaving figure, which was obscured by the darkness of night. Her nose felt sore and she hurriedly chased after him.
"Then do you have money? The teacher will send you to take the bus"
The little boy nodded solemnly and bowed ninety degrees to her, "Thank you, Teacher Xiaohua, I have it."
She seemed to believe it, and handed the umbrella in her hand to Fu Jueshen's hand, "Then you should be more careful alone. You can hold this umbrella and return it to me next semester."
The snow is so heavy that there is still a distance of several hundred meters from the school gate to the bus stop.
Fu Jueshen nodded, holding back the emotion and sadness in his heart, holding an umbrella and preparing to leave.
The little figure walked alone in the vast snowy winter night.
The female teacher seemed to be sighing quietly behind him, "This childwhy is he so stubborn?"
In such a cold weather, it would be difficult for him to take the bus. Wouldn¡¯t it be better for his family to pick him up?
Fu Jueshen's steps staggered, and a voice sounded in his heart, answering the teacher's words.
It¡¯s not that he didn¡¯t want to provide his number, but he knew it would be useless to call him.
Because once that woman starts painting, she will concentrate on it and not answer any sounds from the outside world, so she will turn off the phone in advance and unplug the landline.
Sometimes she would go on like this and not come downstairs for two or three days.
Even meals are left at the door by the servants.
In fact, Fu Jueshen also lied to the female teacher about another thing - he had no money!
He threw in all the ten dollars he had in the morning.
Being penniless, he could only choose to walk.
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The distance from the school to the villa is about twenty minutes by car.
But along the way, Fu Jueshen walked for almost an hour, walking slowly When he finally reached home, the little boy could no longer remember how he had survived this journey.
There was an umbrella, but his hands and feet were like frozen meat in the refrigerator, without any feeling.
When he stood at the door of his home and looked at the dark villa in front of him without any light, Fu Jueshen felt deeply disappointed.
Tremblingly, he reached out and pushed open the door.
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A low, hoarse sound like an old man's cough sounded in the darkness.
There were already blackheads outside the window, the night was like ink, and he couldn't feel any warmth in the home without turning on the lights.
There is only a kind of despair of falling from this ice cave into another ice cave.
At this moment, he looked up at the second floor, at the end of the corridoronly that room was lit.
That¡¯s her studio.
When she was in a good mood, she would let him in, hold his hand and teach him how to draw, and tell him that colors are the most beautiful things in the world.
They make up this colorful world.
¡°When she was in a bad mood, if Fu Jueshen entered the studio, he would be hit by the oncoming paint tray or drawing paper. The woman would point at the door and angrily tell him to get out.
If it were normal, Fu Jueshen would know that she was painting and would not bother her.
But now he thought about it and walked up.
He wanted to question her, was this why she forgot to pick him up from school?
If you can't do it, you shouldn't tell him that.
Why give him any hopeless expectations
He placed the umbrella in his hand in the hall. The snowflakes on the umbrella suddenly entered the warm environment and melted into snow water, dizzying the exotic red woven carpet.
She bought this by the way when she was sketching in Niboer, and it is also her favorite item.
The little boy walked slowly and silently to the second floor, the last room at the end of the corridor.
The door was not completely closed, leaving a slight gap.
The dim yellow candlelight inside spilled out from this gap, forming a ninety-degree right angle at the threshold and refracted to his feet.
He just stretched out his cold hand to touch the door frame and cast his eyes into the room. The scene inside scared his pupils.
The woman's figure was reflected on the snow-white wall, and the black shadow was stretched thin. The hand she was proud of was holding a knife, slowly cutting the object in front of her one by one.
The movements are slow and graceful, with indescribable grace.
Fu Jueshen looked at the other shadows on the wall. The one tied to the chair was a human figure.
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