Have you ever had such a humble thirteen year old?

Ye Ling transferred to our school halfway.

She walked onto the podium, like a white swan, with a relaxed posture, but with an inexplicable alienation in her smile, as if she was used to loneliness. The whole girl in the class immediately sat up straight and entered the emergency guard stage; however, what was even more straighter than the girl's waist was the boys in our class. It was straight, really straight.

The head teacher, Mr. Ouyang, asked Ye Ling to introduce herself. She held it in for a long time before she said, "I...I...I'm...I'm...Ye Ling."

There was a trembling smell in the voice, and her confidence was far less than her demeanor.

The boys' eyes were still flashing on Ye Ling like a flashlight, and the electricity was strong and lasting; and the girls read special messages from her self-introduction, so they breathed a sigh of relief. Some girls even had sex in private: It was just a vase, but they still stuttered! They spoke very disdainful.

I glanced at Ye Ling, and before I could even rate her beauty, a disgusting boy in the back deliberately threw a pen, and the pen water was thrown on my back. When I glared at him fiercely, he smiled like a fox.

I don’t know why he didn’t look at Ye Ling quietly, but was struggling with me. Later, I realized that he was just to show off his heroes and attract the attention of the beautiful woman Ye Ling.

Boys are like this. During adolescence, they always make some inexplicable actions to attract girls. This is the common point between male animals. The male peacock opens his tail like a narcissistic, the male orangutans beat their chests like a nerve-wracking, and some animals make hypocritical duels for courtship. Alas, magical hormones.

If I was a little flattering at that time, I was a little bit flattering and swallowed my anger, but I was not used to being polite to this boy who was as thin as a monkey. I was also a bullied person in this school, so I dared to make trouble in my head.

This boy who desperately works as a clown in front of Ye Ling has a very strange name, Gu Fei. However, I kept calling him Huba.

From the bottom of my heart, I despise this "tail" boy who has nothing else on his body and can only wag his tail and beg for mercy. Changing his surname should be the biggest insult I could think of at that time.

Every night when the moonlight is very bright, I would put down my homework, run to the window, clasp my hands and put them on my chin, and devoutly imitate the girl's prayer in the oil painting, praying towards the stupid moon. At that time, there were no ready-made convenient spells such as "Son, take him away" or "Baiyun's mother, take him away", so the folk self-created spell "Huba, Huba, go to die", became my special spell when I prayed. Every time I fought with Huba and was beaten to the point of falling flowers and flowing water by him, as long as you pass through my window, you will see a scarred ping-pong racket that looks like a girl praying devoutly.

Obviously, my prayers didn't work much. Otherwise, when Ye Ling came to our classroom for the first time, Hu Ba wouldn't be alive, and she threw a pen and water on me so proudly, smiling like a fox that was sucking.

I turned around in anger and attacked quickly, pulling Huba's pencil case to the ground.

Bang - The sound of the pencil case falling to the ground alarmed the whole class and interrupted the speech of Ouyang's class teacher asking everyone to help the new classmate Ye Ling.

Huba suddenly stood up like a warrior. Before Teacher Ouyang asked, he said, "Teacher, Ai Tianya, she removed my pencil case."

An idiot who complains about the lawsuit! No wonder he is in good health. He is in a class like me, who is bullied by his classmates.

The whole class looked at me with his eyes in unison, and Huba's expression of a very small success, I stood up slowly.

The only benefit of a small person is that he doesn't have to pretend, and he is pitiful. I lowered my head and said, "Teacher, I was accidentally... Just now... someone sprinkled water behind me. I was scared and turned around, but I accidentally knocked off his... pencil case... After that, I turned around and apologized to Hu Ba, saying sorry, and asked Teacher Ouyang to see the "water traces" behind me - so the "ink plum" picture drawn by Hu Ba's pen bloomed brightly in the classroom.

In fact, I have been a little evil since I was a child and inherited from my mother. These little evils are fully manifested in the struggle with Huba.

Teacher Ouyang looked at Hu Ba, and before he could speak, Hu Ba was anxious to defend himself, "Teacher, it's not me. I don't have a pen. If you don't believe me, come and search. My deskmate can testify."

Just before Teacher Ouyang was about to go down to search, Ye Ling, who was standing on the podium, suddenly spoke, so abrupt.

She was very anxious, with a little bit of arguing. Old... teacher, it was just that boy... just threw a pen... talked about the podium... I, I... saw it.

The whole class laughed loudly as she stuttered.

The girl was as if she had found a treasure and determined the shortcomings of this beautiful foreign invader. The boy laughed, probably to provide confidence in the future with this girl who originally thought she would be a white swan. You just want to be like that. In the future, don’t pretend to be a swan, ignore our conversations, accept our love letters, and do not accept our gifts and kindness. We are equal.

At that time, I looked at Ye Ling in surprise. I thought that there might be an intersection between us, but I didn't think it would be so soon.

Ye Ling's face turned red with laughter.

After school that day, many girls quietly bit their ears while on duty.

——I can’t tell that this stuttering is quite good at cursing the teacher.

——Isn’t it? I thought she was so beautiful and she was pitiful, tsk.

——Pretty? She is also called beautiful?

——That’s it. Don’t say anything, don’t say anything, hurry up and clean up, otherwise Gu Lang won’t have time to watch the basketball game…

——Ah, Gu Lang…

Ye Ling walked out of the classroom silently in those unbearable words. Obviously, she was not used to the runs and isolation in this new environment. Fortunately, I was used to it. I carried my schoolbag and looked at her lonely back, thinking secretly, maybe, I would teach her to get used to this kind of life.

Speaking of which, children of that age are indeed quite strange. They use the same person to unite the front and use bad words to consolidate their relationship with each other. I can understand that they are isolated from low-level animals like me; they are also isolated from good-looking girls like Ye Ling. This is really hard to explain clearly.

However, my dream will one day be able to grow taller normally, join them, say bad things about others, and snatch others together. Because I don’t want to be lonely, don’t want no one to speak, and don’t want to be just a joke in the eyes of others forever.

Have you ever had such a humble thirteen year old?

Have you ever had humble and evil thoughts in your youth?

Ye Ling.

When I went down the stairs, I called her name.

She turned around and looked up. Seeing that it was me, there was a large amount of sunshine in her eyes. She said very hard, "You...you call me?"

I nodded, went down the stairs very lightly and walked across from her. She was tall and thin. She came to school on the first day and did not wear a fat school uniform. She was a light blue jacket. The lace-lace-shaped shirt inside, which highlighted her long and thin neck, like a princess.

When I was a girl, I had the same dream as many girls, which was to have a beautiful lace shirt and dress myself up like a princess.

It's strange. When we were teenagers, we loved lace so much that we thought it would make us princesses.

After our twenties, we learned to question lace and felt that too much of it appeared on us would make us look cheap.

I raised my face, glanced at her beautiful clothes, looked at her clear eyes, and said softly, thank you.

Ye Ling smiled.

That smile is like a flower blooming, and it is relaxed and the fragrant smile slowly blooms. I can't forget it for so many years.

I have tried countless times to imitate this smile, like the smile that stretches as the flowers and plants bloom. This is the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. It is kind and gentle, as if you can walk into her heart as soon as you touch her smile.

One girl smiled openly at the other girl without any concealment.

I knew she had a difficult time talking, so I didn't wait for her to speak anymore. I quickly introduced myself, and I said, "My name is Ai Tianya, and my name is easy to remember, right?" Tianya is Tianya, the world at the corner of the world. Others say that my mother doesn't love me and wants me to be far away from them in the future, so haha, I gave me this name. You are Ye Ling, you look so pretty, your name is as beautiful as yours...

In the stairwell, I talked to Ye Ling a lot, wiped my sweat and stuck out my tongue embarrassedly.

It’s not that I’m noisy, I just don’t want her to talk more, I know her shortcomings, I’m afraid she will be embarrassed. So, I am like a singer, trying hard to fill the gap between me and her, fearing that there will be silence.

I think Ye Ling understands this.

Because each other understands each other's beauty and kindness, when I was thirteen, I had my first good friend in my life. From then on, the tall and thin Ye Ling and the short and thin Ai Tianya became a special scenery in the Municipal No. 7 Middle School.

No one is jealous of the friendship between me and Ye Ling, because they seem to disdain. What can I envy of the friendship between a stutter and a short man? It's really strange, why do they always try their best to discover our shortcomings and alienate us instead of discovering our advantages to accept us? For example, Ye Ling is so kind and beautiful, and Ai Tianya is so enthusiastic and clever.

There is no jealousy without envy, so they can only laugh behind their backs. Or in class, Ye Ling stutters when answering questions in a while, until Ye Ling blushed back to her seat.

At that time, mobile phones were not common, so I couldn't send a text message to Ye Ling to comfort her. I could only hand over a small note to Ye Ling, which said: Ye Ling, don't be sad. The teacher is a pig's head. Then I drew a big pig's head on it. Then the signature was: Tianya.

I was waiting for Ye Ling to burst into laughter. Unexpectedly, as soon as the note was thrown up, the Chinese teacher noticed it. He rushed down and held Ye Ling's hand and tried to grab the note, but the note fell to the ground. Hu Ba, this bastard, saw that the note fell to the ground, rolled out of the seat, picked up the note, handed it to the teacher in a flattering manner, and then looked at me proudly.

When the teacher opened the note, my head was getting big. As expected, she saw the pig's head drawn on the note and was furious. She scolded me, threw it outside the classroom and stood there.hf();
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