Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Flynn School

Chengzhou is a small city. Five kilometers to the east, there is a smaller school - Flynn School.There are many trees and many birds here. It is actually an evening school with few teachers and few students.Therefore, the air here is quite good, it is like a sanatorium for the lungs. During the college entrance examination, Xiaohua Xiaocrocodile failed, so her mother sent her to study here.My mother said: "In the future, you must have a diploma if you want to work in society. It doesn't matter if you study at night or not, it's a college diploma after all." Floral Crocodile doesn't like this place very much.

After dark, people of her age may be eating supper or going to nightclubs, but she is actually studying night school here. Thinking of this, she couldn't help scolding, damn it. However, she did not disobey her mother's wishes. Relatively speaking, she was even more unwilling to get along with that middle-aged woman day and night. After coming to night school, she was at least independent. In 1997, Suanhua Xiaocrocodile was 3 years old and went to kindergarten. He had just learned to write "Mom and Dad" when his parents divorced. Her father's surname is Xing, her mother's surname is Li, and her parents gave her a name - "Xing Li".After going to elementary school, she was unwilling to be called this name again, and changed it to Sui Hua Xiao Crocodile herself.I don't know why, but she likes the word "crocodile" very, very much.

Once, a naive boy from the neighbor's house came to her to borrow a pencil sharpener, and shouted "Xing Li" outside the window.She picked up the pencil sharpener and ran out, came to the boy, raised her hand and stabbed him in the eye, the boy screamed and avoided, and a big gash was drawn in the corner of the right eye... To be precise, it was my mother who left my father behind, and then she left the farm (formerly called Bingtuan) in the small northeastern border town of Jiamusi, never to return.Broken Flower Crocodile firmly remembered that his father drank a lot of wine that day, hugged her and cried bitterly, and murmured: "Little Crocodile, your mother abandoned us. This is the first lesson life taught you. You must Learn to be strong!"

From then on, the house seemed to have been lifted off the roof and became empty.Floral Crocodile only had a very vague impression of her mother, and she never saw her again. Until two years ago, my father passed away suddenly. He died of alcoholism. There was a big snowstorm that day, and my father didn't come home very late.Broken Flower Crocodile called him, but no one answered. She was so anxious, but she didn't know where to find him, she could only call over and over again, with the same voice every time, slowly: "Du... Beep...beep...beep...beep...beep..." until automatic redial.After that, whenever she heard this voice, Broken Flower Crocodile's heart was filled with sadness and despair, so she seldom called people and always sent text messages.

In the middle of the night, Floral Crocodile fell asleep on the bed with his clothes on.She was dazed and had a dream. She dreamed of a place surrounded by white clouds and flowers in full bloom. Her father walked towards her step by step, smiling as he walked.She shouted eagerly, "Dad, where have you been?" "I went there," said the father. She felt that her father's answer was a bit weird, and said, "I ask you, where have you been?" Still the father said, "I went there." She said, "Where is that?" Father was still smiling, repeating the same sentence: "I went there..."

Then, the broken flower crocodile woke up suddenly.The lights in the room were on, dazzling, and it was pitch black outside the window. The wind and snow had disappeared without a trace. I don’t know what it brought or took away.The broken flower crocodile got up from the bed and wanted to see if her father was back. She felt a sudden pain in her chest, as if someone was turning a pulley and pulling at her internal organs.She leaned against the head of the bed and sat down, pressed her chest hard, and took deep breaths, but there was no relief. Finally, she walked out with difficulty and called out, "Dad!"

The house was dead silent. She went into her father's bedroom and looked, but there was no one there. After walking out, she continued to call her father, still with the same voice that blocked her heart: "Du...beep...beep...beep...beep..." She sat down on the sofa and thought sensitively: Could this heartache be some kind of induction between her and her father? She always heard things like this: when someone passed away, his child was thousands of miles away without knowing it, and at the moment someone died, his child felt inexplicably full of sadness or physical pain...

Broken Flower Crocodile was scared, and prayed silently: "God, please bless my dad! I need him!" About half an hour later, her cell phone rang suddenly, and she rushed to grab it, it was her father's number.She picked it up nervously and called out, "Dad..." A strange man's voice came from the phone: "I am police 110." The broken flower crocodile's heart turned cold. The other party said: "The owner of this call is your father?" Broken Flower Crocodile said in a low voice: "Yes. What's wrong with him...?" The other party said: "He is frozen by the roadside, you come here immediately."

In fact, my father was dead by then.He didn't freeze to death, the forensic doctor said, he was suffocated to death by vomit that blocked his windpipe. After his parents divorced, his father never remarried for the sake of the little crocodile. He cooks for Floral Crocodile every day, and drives her to and from school on an extremely sturdy bicycle.He takes her out every weekend to have fun.He didn't get mad at her once. She loved the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on her father's body, and these familiar smells dissipated immediately. After his father died, Xiaohua Xiaocrocod felt that the four walls of his home had also collapsed.She stood alone in this empty world without tears.

She firmly believed that the moment when her heart was pierced like a knife was exactly the time for her father to die. Soon, a middle-aged woman appeared in front of Floral Crocodile. She was wearing a cool-colored uniform, her expression was indifferent, and she looked very strange.She is the mother of Floral Crocodile. She took the flower crocodile to Chengzhou.At that time, Floral Crocodile was a sophomore in high school. On the train, Floral Crocodile didn't say a few words to her mother, she just looked out of the window from beginning to end.From the day her mother left, a seed of resentment had been planted deep in the heart of the little crocodile.Although we haven't seen each other for so many years, the seed has germinated, and time is its fertilizer. It is jointed day by day, and now it is full of branches and leaves, covering the sky and the sun.

After getting out of the car, my mother smiled reluctantly and said softly, "I'm home." The broken flower crocodile glanced at her indifferently, and asked, "Where is your home?" Generally speaking, night schools do not live on campus, but Flynn School is different.Floral Crocodile likes to live on campus, and she regards Flynn School as a shelter. After a few days, she gradually felt that she was destined to come to this school, just like the sun must fall into the pocket of night.