After midterm, a new student was transferred to class one. He had very long hair and a gloomy temperament. He always shrank in the corner and spoke in a low voice.
It's a little stutter.
His classmates showed kindness to him at first, but he had low self-esteem and was cowardly. He was weak and bullied, and the kindness turned into malice.
The little boy stuttered less and became almost transparent in the class.
There were many wounds on his body. No one cared about the origin of the wounds, and no one cared about him, until one day there was a hot post on the campus wall.
——Little Stammer and the school sweetheart got off the same luxury car.
After being blocked again, he whispered: "Ji Zhan is my brother..."
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My brother is a very good person, has many friends, and is surrounded by stars.
There are many people around my brother, too many.
My brother saw that I was injured, and he asked me what happened. I said that I accidentally fell, and he frowned in anger, but his eyes looked at me more gently.
If I'm hurt, can my brother look at me one more time?
Can my brother hug me if I get hurt?
Brother, let's fall with me.
Brother, please help me.
Wenmingwai
Intention: To be a good person.
