The little boy in the movie steals money from his parents, skips classes, steals things, enters the juvenile detention center, and finally escapes from the juvenile detention center. He is called "problem boy" by adults. While watching movies, I saw shadows of my past and smelled the air of my youth. I have done everything that "problem boy" has done except entering a juvenile detention center.
I have the impression that I was considered misbehaving by others from a very young age. The first bad thing in my memory was defecation at the door of the neighbor's house. I was playing with the neighbor's children, but the neighbor's aunt didn't like me because of my bad relationship with my parents. They leaked a big lump at the door, when they were three years old.
I skipped classes since kindergarten. Every time I went to kindergarten, it was like entering a cage. The big iron gate was locked, and dozens of children were playing in it. Once again, the iron gate was unlocked. Nah, just walk around the house. When I was in elementary school, skipping classes was exciting. Another good friend and I escaped for a whole day every time. We touched every lane and every small shop in our district, and we even stole things. Dime gadgets. When I went to junior high school and high school, I didn't dare to escape, because the teacher grasped it tightly, and the consequences of escaping were unimaginable. When I got to university, skipping classes was a compulsory course, and years of depression were released by skipping classes. When I was a freshman and sophomore, I didn't have a computer or a boyfriend. I just skipped classes and stayed in a deserted dormitory all day. Now I have a computer and a boyfriend in my junior year. The content of skipping classes is rich and colorful. Skipping classes and continuing...
The little boy in the movie didn't dare to go home, so he secretly lived in his classmate's house. When I was in elementary school, I secretly kept a classmate who didn't want to go home for the night. At that time, I also said to the little classmate, "You can stay at my house and be my parents' child." She said, "Your family doesn't have enough beds." "Then you can sleep under my bed." Later, the man named Jiang The little red girl was found by her father that night.
Stealing parents' money, I think every child does it. I don't have a long history of stealing money, but I have a lot of experience. My mom used to keep change in a drawer and occasionally put it in the wrong drawer. I'll help her create an accident and help her put the wrong drawer. If she doesn't find out that the money is missing later, then the "misplaced" money will belong to me. If she finds out that the money is missing, then I will help her find it, "Well, Mom, see if you have misplaced it." Yes Sometimes I would cheat my parents out of money in the name of paying the school, and the money I cheated would buy a lot of messy snacks. Fortunately, I would just buy snacks, not like the boy in the movie. Later, when I went to high school, I gradually became sensible. I knew that it was not easy for my parents to make money. Of course, I would never steal or cheat money again.
Since I was a child, I was not the teacher's favorite student. Passing notes in class, talking to classmates, playing chess under the table, fighting with male classmates, and being punished for standing at the back of the classroom were commonplace. In junior high school, the form of standing penalty is not as monotonous as that in primary school, the content is rich and colorful, and the location is ever-changing. Junior high school teachers focus on exercising physical and stamina while standing penalty. Squatting and running are commonplace. This is for speaking in class, but the advantage is that sports always get full marks. At noon, you are not allowed to go home for dinner and do your homework while standing in front of the teacher's house. This is for not doing homework. In fact, that stupid teacher I don't know, we will go back to eat in the middle; I will be fined a thousand times to write a sentence, because I accidentally wrote a wrong word. The most embarrassing thing was in the first year of junior high. For some unknown reason, five or six of our classmates were punished by kneeling in the head teacher's office. Back for dinner. When she left, a few of us also sneaked out to go to the toilet to eat, except for a little girl, she said she didn't dare, for fear of being caught by the teacher, so we came back and chatted until the goddamn teacher came back, the little girl was trembling Said to her: "Teacher, can I go to the toilet? I haven't solved it all morning." "No!" The woman was expressionless, but moved her upper lip covered with vulgar lipstick to say these two words. After another tens of minutes, the little girl walked out of the office. We saw her pants were wet and there was a spread on the ground... Going
to school is a painful thing, like going to a concentration camp. I hate it, and now I think of that The expressionless female teacher wearing vulgar lipstick, I just want to spit her and give her a punch.
Stop talking about it.
Today I finally have a topic that reminds me of the days when I was young. Those days were not beautiful at all. The tones were gray, the air was turbid, and the sun was impetuous. Maybe I will remember when I am old, "Yesterday when I was young. ", that would be a movie like The Four Hundred Blows.
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