Chapter 17 third chapter

Five days later, the teacher was admitted to the hospital urgently due to a heart attack.The operation failed, and the days to come were numbered. "This is simply a fraud!" The teacher lying on the hospital bed had sunken eyes and raised eye sockets. "That's to say...it's a fraud." It happened so suddenly that I didn't even want to cry or be surprised. "Are you going to die like this?" "I heard that I can only live for another week at most. Even I was surprised. I didn't expect to be sick, and I didn't expect to die of illness."

"...Since I'm going to be sick, why didn't I give birth earlier? Now I'm lonely again." "You were all alone, and now you're just returning to your original state. There's nothing to be miserable about! You just have to work hard on your own again, and become a doll again." "You can only say such selfish things... You gave me such good expectations, said such beautiful words that made me intoxicated, and even said that you want to run away together, but you died in the end? Too bad!" I pulled the teacher's hand out of the hospital bed, but his hand was so cold that I was shocked and couldn't help but let it go.I'm sure this man is really going to die.

"Impolite guy, I'm not dead yet!" The teacher withdrew his hand back on the bed. "Lijia, what's the matter with your bruise?" "It was just a few hits by my dad." "You have a cut on your ankle." "It was just cut by a classmate with a knife, please don't take it to heart." "You turned into a doll?" "what?" "When you were beaten by your father or scratched by your classmates, you turned into a doll and survived?" "right……" "Li Jia, I still think you have to fight." Even though he was attacked by the disease and exhausted, the teacher's eyes still did not change. "The freedom that comes from victory is the real freedom. Escaping is really wrong and impossible. I originally wanted to take you to the south, take you to escape far away, and never come back; but this is not right , so I received retribution."

"This joke is not funny at all, please don't say such things!" "No, this is the truth. Fight, fight, Lijia! Otherwise, you will have the worst life until you die. Would you like that?" "...How could you be willing?" I lowered my head. "So what if I become a doll?" "Why, so you understand it yourself! That's right, even if you become a doll, it won't help. In other words, fighting and winning is the only way for you to be saved. Lijia, whether you like it or not, you can only fighting." "...Fighting..." A thought I had never had before.

fighting.Want me to fight? "Generally speaking, it is the job of adults to help weak and weak children; but unfortunately, I am so virtuous now that I am so powerless that I can't help anything." Continuing to speak seems to be very laborious, and the teacher's words often Mixed with severe gasps. "However, there are still many adults who are willing to help you. You can't forget this, and you can't make a mistake. Li Jia, you definitely have something to do, don't doubt it." "If I fight, can I really win?" "Yes," he answered quickly. "I was right."

"Okay, I'll fight...and win." I nodded vigorously. "Hmm." The corner of the teacher's mouth rose slightly. "You will win, and I will die, each perform their duties, and each has its own share." Call back! "I'm surprised, you don't have to be so sad! It's just an arrogant teacher disappearing from this world!" "Teacher" I stretched my hand into the bed and held the teacher's hand. "I'm, uh, sad." "Lijia, this is wrong. The so-called sadness is a word that can only be used when you have fought repeatedly but lost completely. It's just that a useless adult died, so you can't talk about this word."

"Don't say that, I'm really sad. I can't live without a teacher..." "You should go back to the factory." The teacher shook off my hand. "Also, don't come to see me anymore, because you don't have that kind of spare time to feel sorry for my death. Extra affection will only get in the way." "Teacher, I..." "go back." "..." "..." "..." "go back!" After saying this, the teacher stopped talking. I left the ward. After returning home, I was kicked by the factory father's flying knee and supported from behind, so the muscles and bones on my back became weird.I managed to escape, but was caught by my sister again, who cut off my girl's hair; the hair that was long enough to reach my shoulders became so short that it couldn't even cover my ears.When I went to school the next day, my classmates beat me with erasers. My hair and uniform were covered with chalk dust. My head was covered with a cleaning bucket. While my vision was dimmed, I was beaten on the back with a broom.In these moments, I am a doll: no pain and no sorrow, just a doll.However, when I learned that my teacher had died four days after my last visit, I was determined to fight.