Fourteen years ago, she was thrown at the door of the orphanage on the night of the first day of the new year, and the night was dark, so she named "Sun Moon", without a surname.Cun novel is free to read.

The moon looked up, and in the sharp laugh, tears blinded her eyes.

The boy held a stick in his hand, and the other end of the stick was high, hanging down a fishing thread, and hanging tightly the neck of a black cat, the black cat was motionless, the body moved with the mischievous boy shaking, blood dripping down, dripping on the work book that had not yet been written in the moon, and suddenly fainted.

"Little Ke" trembling, softly calling, can't believe the fact that the dear little friend was ruthlessly murdered in front of his eyes.

She held out her hand and wanted to hold the black cat down.

But as soon as the stick shook, the body of the black cat was suddenly dumped on the other side.

“Hahaha” was so full of laughter around.

“Give me back the little one,” she cried as she left her seat.

The boy laughed, put his stick on his shoulder, and flexed the skipping of a chair in the classroom.

She chased the past, stumbling all the way, and the snow-white skin hit a lot of bruises.However, she can't catch up with the boy, always five steps away from the black cat.

The ears were full of the laughter of the students, no one helped her, and everyone regarded her as a good play.

Everyone was laughing at her, just because she was different from other classmates, she had no parents and no idea who her parents were.

So she should have been bullied.

No, not.

She stopped and stood exhaled in the second row of aisles, staring coldly at the boy with the body of a black cat.

The boy soon found out that the moon had not caught up, and he "hudted", stopped, and looked back.There was a row of double chairs between them, which was very safe.He came up with a bad eye, and the assailants came from the moon, raised the black cat's body to the front of the moon, and smiled: "Little bastard, you come, come."

The moon is unmoved, just staring at this person dead, remembering him, remembering how he once bullied himself.

The boy approached a little more impetuously, dangling the body of the black cat to pat the cheek of the moon, and saw that she was still motionless, he could not help but single out the usual words: "Little bastard, no father and mother's little bastard."

"Wang Xiaoming" a sharp call interrupted the clamor of the classroom, everyone was stunned, just when the boy lost his mind, the moon suddenly stepped on the chair, skipped the two rows of tables and chairs, and threw the boy hard in the past.

Suddenly, the two people knocked over the table and chair, and the boy's head was slammed into the corner of the table of the first group, and suddenly blood was shed.He touched his head, saw the blood on the tip of his finger, the pain swept, he shook his legs, and cried out with fear: "Blood"

His voice was interrupted, the moon was like crazy, riding on his body, the little fist desperately smashed into his face, hit him hard enough, and the moon also grabbed his collar and threw his head into the corner of the chair, breaking his head.

For a long time, some of the students came back to God: "The moon is crazy and the class teacher is coming."

After half an hour.

Shuo Yue and Wang Xiaoming stood in the class teacher's office, the class teacher is a fashionable sexy beauty, and on her table, there is also a black cat body, a body hanging from the bamboo stick by fishing wire.

The head teacher took a picture: "Tell me who moved the hand first."

Wang Xiaoming was startled and timidly raised his finger and pointed to the moon.

The moon's eyes were blazing tears, staring closely at the black cat on the table, but the tears were stubborn and unwilling to fall.

The head teacher looked at her like this, and he was angry and scolded, “Son Moon, you said why did you hit someone?”

"Wang Xiaoming killed my friend," said Shuo Yue aggrieved, his voice as if he had been soaked in tears and hoarse.

The head teacher slapped and slapped it, and suddenly a red palm print larger than the face appeared on the white face of the moon.The head teacher spit on her and said, "A cat is just compared to human life, if you kill Wang Xiaoming, how do I explain to his mother and father how to explain to the school what you have done a girl, even learning boys fighting and bleeding people, do you know what is called people's fate, your parents did not teach you no, you do not know who your parents are really an uneducated wild child."

The more angry she was, the more the head teacher raised his hand and fought on the weak body of the moon, and after a few slaps, she felt that her hands were hurt by the bones of the moon, and simply picked up the textbook on the table.No matter how much pain she has, she just bites her lips and doesn't scream.

These people who bully her, she will remember everyone's appearance in the eyes, whether it is a year, or ten years, one day, she will avenge.

At this time, a man's voice came from outside the office: "Chang teacher"

The head teacher then stopped, saw the people, and immediately changed his gentle smile: "Little Ming's father, you finally came, Xiaoming, follow me to see my father."Then he gently took Wang Xiaoming’s hand and led him toward the man.

She saw that they were all gone, she had originally regarded herself as a wooden man, and let her scold, and at this time she immediately became clever.As she watched the head teacher stand at the door and Xiaoming Dad laugh, she quickly removed the fishing line wrapped around the black cat's neck, and then took the black cat carefully in her arms, and the stubborn appearance of fighting the whole world became gentle in the black cat's arms.

She gently stroked the black cat and said softly, "Little, let's go home."

Her cat got up and tiptoed toward the window, just as she passed the head teacher’s computer desktop, she found that the head teacher’s computer was turned on, and an idea came out of her mind.

She looked at the head teacher, the head teacher had been talking at the door and Xiaoming Dad, with her back to her, so she quickly found out the picture folder in the head teacher's computer, and when she opened the 18 banned photos of the class teacher holding the headmaster in the office with the principal, she aroused a smile of revenge.

With a tap, she posted the photos to the school forum, which took the black cat up to the window and left.

Just as she was crossing the window and her foot was still in the office, the head teacher found her escape and shouted, “Son, if you dare to run, I will break your dog’s legs.”

She grimacedly made a grimace at her, then smiled brightly out of the window.

She ran with the black cat toward the school gate, smiling in the corners of her mouth, but the tears were always flowing in the wind.

Little, the human heart is biased, so there is no absolute fairness in this world.

No one's heart in this world is biased towards me, but if one day I meet a person who is biased for me, even if it is a little bit, I am willing to use my life to please him.