The girl transferred in was called Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan was transferred from No.
1 Middle School of the county.
It was said that something happened at her home.
She had fair skin, big eyes, her hair was cut in a neat short style, she wore a pink sweater, and her feet were on a pair of clean white sneakers.
As soon as she entered the classroom, the boys’ eyes went wide.
The girls gathered around, asking her about the brand of the lip balm and where the hair tie was bought.
Zhou Yan was quite pleased.
As soon as she opened her mouth, she adopted the soft tone typical of the county: “Well, my mom got it from the city.
You guys here can’t get it.
”
Bian Feifei didn’t come closer.
She still sat in the last row,低头 writing.
She thought that as long as she kept quiet, no one would notice her.
She was wrong.
That noon, Zhou Yan followed a few girls past her table.
Suddenly, she stopped, tilted her head, and looked her up and down.
“You are that…
Bian Feifei’s pen tip stopped moving.
“I heard that you are really good at writing essays.” Zhou Yan smiled, the smile lingering on her face, but beneath it was cold, “可惜呀, having nice handwriting doesn’t mean anything.
Look at your clothes, isn’t it that your mother knitted the shoes and saved half a year to buy them for you?”
The other girls laughed.
Bian Feifei’s face turned pale little by little.
She didn’t raise her head.
The pen in her hand was clenched until the knuckles turned blue.
From that day on, her name was no longer mentioned in the class.
Zhou Yan gave her a nickname – “The Daughter of the Lame Man”.
This nickname spread like a leg, running faster than anything else.
First, they in that small circle called her, then half the class called her.
Some girls saw her from afar and shouted in a loud voice: “Oh, the daughter of the lame man is here!” After that, there was a burst of laughter.
A boy deliberately walked with a limp, imitating Bian Shou Tian’s manner, and the whole class applauded.
Bian Feifei never retorted.
The only time she did was the day she heard the nickname for the first time.
Her face turned red, and she said, “Why do you scold my father?” As a result, Zhou Yan clapped her hands and laughed: “Oh, you dare to argue back. This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.
An arguing lame girl is even uglier.”
After that, she didn’t dare to retort anymore.
She began to be afraid of physical education classes, crowded places, and the road from the classroom to the cafeteria – on this road, there were always a few girls who liked to gather and make fun of her.
She began to take a longer route, even if it meant walking ten more minutes, to avoid them.
Once, she was washing clothes in the washroom, and Zhou Yan and some others came in, pointing at the clothes in her basin and saying: “These clothes are all washed white and still worn.
They are really dirty.” Then, she deliberately moved her basin aside, far away from her, as if afraid of getting anything on it.
Bian Feifei stared at the old dress in the basin, looking at her blurry reflection in the water.
She didn’t cry.
She swallowed all of these, one by one, like swallowing a piece of bread trampled by iron eggs.
That night, she wrote in her diary:
“Zhou Yan said I’m dirty.
I’m not dirty.
My clothes are old, but I wash them every day.
My father’s leg is lame, but his heart is upright.
One day, she will no longer have the right to mention my nickname.”
After writing, she put the diary back under the pillow and curled up.
She didn’t know that this nickname would follow her for many years to come.
But she also didn’t know that it was this nickname that, little by little, turned the soft part in her heart into something hard.