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Chapter 14
I imagined a gentle Mike with a sly look on his face in my mind…but I couldn’t picture it.
“Because at that time, the children in the orphanage were always bullied at school. They had no parents. Everyone said if it wasn’t because they were abnormal, sick, how could their parents abandon
them?”
“Therefore, it was only natural to bully them, to rid the people of
harm.”
“But they didn’t have parents, they had an older brother.
“Those are all my younger brothers and sisters, so every time I find them being bullied, I will fight back for them.”
“Mike was amazing.”
I praised him earnestly.
He laughed when I tried to comfort him.
Not really
“I couldn’t do it. I used to be bullied and I was too scared to fight back.”
I sincerely spoke.
So in my eyes, he was very impressive.
He did become serious, repeating the words: “It’s not your fault, you just weren’t taught to fight back.”
“Back then, the orphanage was not very well–regulated. There was an aunt who disliked me, thinking I was naughty and always getting into fights. It was also common for my younger siblings to be bullied at school.”
“Who made them have no parents?”
He whispered. “She always says this, she always punishes me, she uses bamboo to whip my hands.‘
One day, the grandmother of the dean discovered it, but the aunt still casually said. “What’s wrong with hitting a few times? Who let them have no parents?”
When the dean’s grandmother saw the wounds on my body, she felt so sorry that tears welled up in her eyes. She said words that I will remember for the rest of my life: “He doesn’t understand, just teach him. Why hit him?”
“She fired the nanny and took her younger siblings to school to report to the teacher.”
“Then at night, she secretly wiped away her tears in self–reproach.”
So at that time, Mike changed.
He no longer fights, no longer studies poorly, and no longer blames others. He swears never to make the headmistress cry again.
He remembered the words of the dean’s grandmother: “He doesn’t know how, you just need to teach him, why hit him?”
Everyone has their own blind spots, just like rural people not
understanding luxury cars and watches, and city people not being able to distinguish between wheat and rice.
There is no need to mock, just speak up and tell them, teach them at little, and they will understand, won’t they?
I suddenly remembered the first time I cooked, I put too much water and was scolded and kicked to the side by my dad.
He hit me, but did not tell me how much water to add, so in the end, I still couldn’t cook.
By the third time, I really didn’t want to be beaten or scolded, so I secretly went to see how the neighbor’s aunt cooked.
She knew about my family situation. My mom worked outside and only came home once a week. My dad was an alcoholic and hard to manage, so she taught me carefully.
I learned it in one go.
Yes, just once, just teach me once and I will understand.
But why would he rather hit me several times than teach me once?
“I thought I had already improved, but today I couldn’t resist.”
Mike reflected.
I shook my head and said, “That was Calvin’s fault. He knew that it would hurt others, but he still chose to do it, so getting hit was deserved.”
This is the first time I have been so straightforward about Calvin’s
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faults.
He still had a serious look on his face.
Mike laughed, not far away, an old lady waved towards me and said, “You are Mike’s friend, right? Come here, come here.”
