The years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar

"I want to leave……"

"Shout report!"

"Go away, I said I want to leave!"

"I told you to fucking shout a report!!!"

Si Yan felt as if he had encountered a bunch of scum, a bunch of scum who didn't care what they were saying and just kept repeating those idiotic words.

"You won't let me leave. This is restricting my personal freedom. I want to call the police..."

"what!"

"If you hit me, I'll call the police!"

"Ok!"

"Don't... don't fight... it will kill someone... it will..."

"dead person's……"

Four Eyes, learned to obey.

But the price he paid was not to accept the right or wrong of one thing, but to be arbitrarily arranged by a group of people who called themselves "teachers" for no reason.

"Four eyes!"

Sometimes, as soon as a roar similar to this sound appears, a wooden child will stand up, stretch out his hand and slap himself hard, and shout without even knowing what happened: "It's my fault, it's my fault." I’m not right!”

Siyan lived in such an environment day after day. His way of counting the days was to use his nails to make long scars on the outside of his arms, and then use saliva to stop the bleeding.

A child trained in this way will definitely pass the test in appearance, just like the way four-eyed parents come to see him on parent reception day.

Si Yan was sitting in his position with his back straight and motionless, like a piece of steel.

The four-eyed mother was still very excited. She walked around him and said to her husband, "Look, Zai Zai is more energetic. It seems that he chose the right school this time."

Si Yan's father seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He quickly sat across from Si Yan and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

He saw his eyes trembling, as if he had something to say.

The four-eyed father held the child's hand in the sunshine of the reception room. He found that he could no longer hold the hand.

The straight body seemed to be welded, until the father looked at the teacher, the teacher said: "Your parents are talking to you here, relax."

It took Si Yan a moment to blink, and then, uncontrollable tears shone in his eyes.

The mother was also a little moved, but she still wanted to hide it and said: "Look at how excited the child is..."

But Si Yan quickly wiped his tears, stood up straight, and shouted to himself: "I'm not crying, teacher, I'm not crying!"

He was closing his eyes hard, trying to squeeze away the tears, but the more he did so, the more tears began to flow out.

The teacher could only smile awkwardly and said: "Sorry, the child may have never been away from his parents and is still a little unaccustomed to it."

Si Yan was sure that his parents must have sensed something. They looked at each other suspiciously, and then actually said: "Boys must learn to be brave. Some things just need to be faced by themselves." With these words, they turned and left.

People in that era believed that teachers were sages and children were naughty children. Even if they were beaten or scolded, some parents would take the initiative to go to the teachers in the school and say: "Just take care of the children if they don't obey. If you break them, I will never do it." Not looking for you!"

There was even a teacher who, after spanking a child, was asked by the child: "Why did you hit me!" He responded: "Your parents asked me to spank you!" The teacher was extremely arrogant.

But that special era allowed them to have such privileges, and now they still turn around and say: "Children today are difficult to manage, and they cannot be beaten or scolded."

That summer, Siyan survived in such an environment. Since then, I have become taciturn when I returned home.

"Zai, what exactly did you experience in school?" his father asked curiously after he returned home.

Four eyes lowered, saying nothing.

"Baby, study hard in the new semester." After her mother really couldn't hear the answer, she could only warn her like this.

In order not to return to that ghost place in this life, Siyan could only study hard after the new semester started.

My parents at home were so excited at the time. I am afraid they will never understand where Si Yan was sitting at the study table. His chest ached when he sat down, and the muscles in his back were torn as if they were broken. They did not dare to move. I thought it was the gospel brought by that school.

Yes, Siyan was admitted to university with excellent grades, but when he chose the direction of his studies, he resolutely chose computers;

Yes, Siyan got a job based on his talent and received a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan. However, he never said a single word to anyone else after that! The first thing I did after I made money was to take my seriously ill father to the border area, and told my father that it was more convenient to treat the disease here.

Everything he said was true, but what about the reality? He just wants to get as far away from Haidong as possible. At this time, let alone southern Xinjiang, even if he can find a little reason in the northeast, he will rush to that land of ice and snow.

But in dreams, even after so many years, Si Yan can still dream about the scene at that time, and would be so frightened that he would break into a cold sweat during the scene, and even, at this age, he would leave a map on the mattress.

He is in China.

Domestic!
In 2017, before the incident at XX Academy aroused public opinion, the school where Si Yan went to had been exposed. As soon as their cruel methods to combat Internet addiction were spread on the Internet, Si Yan's father had already seen it.

At that time, Four Eyes' mother had already left this world, and his father was seriously ill and lying in bed watching the news... and shouted words that felt like his heart was being torn out.

Si Yan sat on the sofa without changing the channel at all, expressionless and crying while watching the law enforcement officers inspecting the tools they used to abuse students...

The father, who had to rely on his four-eye salary to buy medicine to survive, looked at his son and realized what happened to his son back then!
"Why didn't you say it?"

The old man cried and shouted to his son: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Siyan stood up, slowly opened his mouth, and faced his father with the mechanical smile he learned from that school. With his cheeks covered with tears, he stood in front of his father in the same posture as before. .

He said it. When the four-eyed father saw this expression, he instantly remembered the son he saw in the reception room!

But at that time, didn’t no one believe it?

Siyan stood in front of the old man and said word by word: "Do you want to hear it?"

For some reason, the four-eyed father suddenly felt that the son in front of him was very scary.

The old man took a step back and chased after him with four eyes: "Do you want to hear it?"

"I can tell you that starting from today, every month when I buy you medicine and bring it back to renew your life, I will tell you something about that school, okay?"

He asks politely and behaves in a well-behaved manner. Isn't this what you need?
Isn’t this what you want!

That’s it for you! !

It's all ready for you...

Four eyes left.

Because at this time his salary could no longer cover his father's huge drug expenses, so he had no choice but to take risks.

However, every time before he went out, he would use the handcuffs he bought to handcuff his father to the bed at home, turn on the computer, play the news about the academy being exposed in a loop, and then tell his father: "Live well, am I not also living well?" What?" After leaving a very mechanical smile, he turned around and left.

He knew that no one would die during the dozen hours he left, even if he didn't eat or drink.

He knows, and he also knows that the time can be longer, such as two or three days, and it will be fine... (End of this chapter)