Chapter 549: The Happier You Are, The More Scary You Are 9
In the school, the once frozen pond was blown open by the spring breeze, and the brief peace no longer existed.
I carried my schoolbag and went upstairs, and I could clearly feel the probing and disgusted eyes around me. Some people even gave me a wide berth, and probably wanted to force me to give up if conditions allowed.
And, this time, it's different than before.
This look of disdain is no longer a disdain for a homeless and warded girl and her guardian;
But how to say it.[
For example, now, uh, let’s talk about myself.
For example, now I accidentally discovered that my father is a traitor and was bribed by the R.B. to work as an undercover agent in our city. What will everyone think of him?
What do you think of me?
Of course, this metaphor is not very appropriate.
Because everyone has a very firm attitude towards traitors, and they must hate them to the core and then quickly.
However, in a sense, the attitude my classmates have towards me now is very comparable to it. I don’t know why, so I’ll just compare it.
But they have never been kind to me. Who cares how they love me?
Can you take care of it?
But all in all, it still feels bad to be shot by countless machine gun-like gazes, quite bad.
I followed the flow of people to my classroom, took my seat, and started reading early.
While blocking out audio and video, eliminating distractions, and letting myself be quieter; while reading attentively, letting new content occupy my time and space.
I knew all the texts I needed to memorize, so I brought out the trump card I had used before: read aloud in a relatively standard American pronunciation, and Blain found Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea" for me.
The story is actually very simple. The protagonist Santiago is an old fisherman. After many hardships and dangers, he caught "a big marlin weighing more than 1,500 pounds." On the way back, he encountered five attacks by sharks.
The old man fought back bravely with a harpoon, oar and knife. When he returned to the port in his boat, only a huge white skeleton of the marlin was left.
But the lonely old man’s mental journey in struggle, and his tenacious struggle in the face of failure, and his determination to never give in, moved me. An old man who still maintains elegance under heavy pressure is forever invincible spiritually. He is undoubtedly very great.
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