Hearing Ji Zhile’s words, Pei Jing immediately thought of the scars on his face. He was beaten by his mother. Was Ji Zhile bullied by others?
Pei Jing looked at Ji Zhile. His face was full of miscellaneous watercolor traces and looked ugly, which reminded Pei Jing of some bad things.
It turned out that he was bullied by other children in his grandmother’s house.
Those children are always tangled up in a team and doing hateful things. But because of their young age, they’re always told that they’re still a child.
Pei Jing was bullied by them. The clothes that he washed and dried on the clothesline outside were stained with firewood ash and mud by several children, and those children even threw mud on him.
Pei Jing was very angry, rushed up, and started fighting with those children, one against four. Although he had suffered a lot, the other party did not get any advantage, and finally, they cried and ran away.
For them, it is best to use fists to solve problems with disobedient children.
Pei Jing looked at Ji Zhile. Ji Zhile was not tall, he was fair and clean. He looked like he could be easily bullied, plus he has been hiding his face, which was very typical in Pei Jing’s eyes after being bullied, they dare not let the adults in the family know.
Ji Zhile’s eyes were red from crying, and he was sobbing.
Pei Jing clenched his fists, thinking that Ji Zhile must be in need of help.
Ji Zhile did not speak, and Pei Jing said: “Zhile, don’t be afraid, who painted it on your face?”
Ji Zhile burst into tears, felt ashamed to death, wiped his tears, and said, “I drew it myself, woo… woo…”
Pei Jing still did not quite believe it. It is true that some children would say that they did it themselves if they were bullied and dare not say it. Pei Jing understood this kind of psychology, so he said: “Whoever bullied you, you tell us, and everyone will help you. It will definitely not happen again in the future.”
Ji Zhile covered her face, thinking that Brother Pei Jing was so annoying. Why did he ask him again? He said that he painted it himself, although Ji Zhile did not want to admit it now.
He sobbed with trembling shoulders, ignoring everyone.
“Pfft…” Si Tian’s laughter came from the front. Seeing Ji Zhile crying sadly, she was very happy, “It’s really Ji Zhile who painted it himself.”
“As for why, you can ask him.”
Pei Jing was also dumbfounded. It was completely different from what he thought. He looked at Ji Zhile. He did not know what to do in the face of a child who was crying non-stop.
He rarely cried because he felt that this was a very useless thing and would only waste physical strength. But Ji Zhile was different, he was like a small ball, and he could actually cry for a long time.
While he was crying, Si Tian laughed, and finally, she could not help rubbing her sore cheeks from laughing.
Ji Zhile said angrily, “No, stop laughing! Hiccup.”
It’s just a pity that a hiccup at the end made his angry and commanding words completely lose their momentum.
“Well, since Ji Zhile won’t say anything, let me say. When he was in art class today, Ji Zhile wanted to be…”
“Don’t say it, don’t say it!” Ji Zhile almost wanted to fly over and cover his mother’s mouth.
But unfortunately, he could not cover it. Si Tian still said it completely: “Ji Zhile really wants to be an African chief, so he paints on his face. Ji Zhile thinks it’s cool. Do you think it’s cool?”
Both Pei Jing and Ji Ningyi were stunned, completely unaware of Ji Zhile’s brain circuit.
Ji Zhile cried even more sadly: “Woo, I hate you! I hate you!”
Why tell them? He felt so ashamed and did not want to see anyone anymore, so he covered his face again. He swore that he would write this down in his notebook when he got home.
It’s just that when Ji Zhile was crying really sad, someone rubbed his hair and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Then, Ji Ningyi’s gentle voice reached his ears.
“It’s okay, don’t cry.”
Ji Ningyi took out a wet tissue from his schoolbag, wiped off the tears on Ji Zhile’s face, and comforted him softly, “Just don’t do this next time.”
“I’ll wipe it off for you so it won’t be dirty.”
Ji Zhile barely said ‘um’, then took the initiative to raise his head, and let Ji Ningyi wipe it for him.
His face was soft and his skin was fair, so these marks were particularly conspicuous, and they were not completely wiped off with a wet paper towel. Ji Ningyi comforted him: “Go home and wash slowly, and it will be clean.”
Ji Zhile felt that his brother was the best. He nodded with tears in his eyes and looked down at his clothes again: “The clothes were also dirty.”
Ji Ningyi said: “Bleach can be used to remove the color.”
Although Ji Zhile didn’t know what bleach was, he believed his brother’s words and nodded.
He looked at Pei Jing and saw that the marks on Pei Jing’s face had also faded, so he said, “Brother Pei Jing should wash his face when he gets home, and it will be clean.”
“Let’s all stop being chiefs.”
Pei Jing curled his fingers slightly: “Okay.”
Hearing Ji Zhile’s words, Pei Jing immediately thought of the scars on his face. He was beaten by his mother. Was Ji Zhile bullied by others?
Pei Jing looked at Ji Zhile. His face was full of miscellaneous watercolor traces and looked ugly, which reminded Pei Jing of some bad things.
It turned out that he was bullied by other children in his grandmother’s house.
Those children are always tangled up in a team and doing hateful things. But because of their young age, they’re always told that they’re still a child.
Pei Jing was bullied by them. The clothes that he washed and dried on the clothesline outside were stained with firewood ash and mud by several children, and those children even threw mud on him.
Pei Jing was very angry, rushed up, and started fighting with those children, one against four. Although he had suffered a lot, the other party did not get any advantage, and finally, they cried and ran away.
For them, it is best to use fists to solve problems with disobedient children.
Pei Jing looked at Ji Zhile. Ji Zhile was not tall, he was fair and clean. He looked like he could be easily bullied, plus he has been hiding his face, which was very typical in Pei Jing’s eyes after being bullied, they dare not let the adults in the family know.
Ji Zhile’s eyes were red from crying, and he was sobbing.
Pei Jing clenched his fists, thinking that Ji Zhile must be in need of help.
Ji Zhile did not speak, and Pei Jing said: “Zhile, don’t be afraid, who painted it on your face?”
Ji Zhile burst into tears, felt ashamed to death, wiped his tears, and said, “I drew it myself, woo… woo…”
Pei Jing still did not quite believe it. It is true that some children would say that they did it themselves if they were bullied and dare not say it. Pei Jing understood this kind of psychology, so he said: “Whoever bullied you, you tell us, and everyone will help you. It will definitely not happen again in the future.”
Ji Zhile covered her face, thinking that Brother Pei Jing was so annoying. Why did he ask him again? He said that he painted it himself, although Ji Zhile did not want to admit it now.
He sobbed with trembling shoulders, ignoring everyone.
“Pfft…” Si Tian’s laughter came from the front. Seeing Ji Zhile crying sadly, she was very happy, “It’s really Ji Zhile who painted it himself.”
“As for why, you can ask him.”
Pei Jing was also dumbfounded. It was completely different from what he thought. He looked at Ji Zhile. He did not know what to do in the face of a child who was crying non-stop.
He rarely cried because he felt that this was a very useless thing and would only waste physical strength. But Ji Zhile was different, he was like a small ball, and he could actually cry for a long time.
While he was crying, Si Tian laughed, and finally, she could not help rubbing her sore cheeks from laughing.
Ji Zhile said angrily, “No, stop laughing! Hiccup.”
It’s just a pity that a hiccup at the end made his angry and commanding words completely lose their momentum.
“Well, since Ji Zhile won’t say anything, let me say. When he was in art class today, Ji Zhile wanted to be…”
“Don’t say it, don’t say it!” Ji Zhile almost wanted to fly over and cover his mother’s mouth.
But unfortunately, he could not cover it. Si Tian still said it completely: “Ji Zhile really wants to be an African chief, so he paints on his face. Ji Zhile thinks it’s cool. Do you think it’s cool?”
Both Pei Jing and Ji Ningyi were stunned, completely unaware of Ji Zhile’s brain circuit.
Ji Zhile cried even more sadly: “Woo, I hate you! I hate you!”
Why tell them? He felt so ashamed and did not want to see anyone anymore, so he covered his face again. He swore that he would write this down in his notebook when he got home.
It’s just that when Ji Zhile was crying really sad, someone rubbed his hair and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Then, Ji Ningyi’s gentle voice reached his ears.
“It’s okay, don’t cry.”
Ji Ningyi took out a wet tissue from his schoolbag, wiped off the tears on Ji Zhile’s face, and comforted him softly, “Just don’t do this next time.”
“I’ll wipe it off for you so it won’t be dirty.”
Ji Zhile barely said ‘um’, then took the initiative to raise his head, and let Ji Ningyi wipe it for him.
His face was soft and his skin was fair, so these marks were particularly conspicuous, and they were not completely wiped off with a wet paper towel. Ji Ningyi comforted him: “Go home and wash slowly, and it will be clean.”
Ji Zhile felt that his brother was the best. He nodded with tears in his eyes and looked down at his clothes again: “The clothes were also dirty.”
Ji Ningyi said: “Bleach can be used to remove the color.”
Although Ji Zhile didn’t know what bleach was, he believed his brother’s words and nodded.
He looked at Pei Jing and saw that the marks on Pei Jing’s face had also faded, so he said, “Brother Pei Jing should wash his face when he gets home, and it will be clean.”
“Let’s all stop being chiefs.”
Pei Jing curled his fingers slightly: “Okay.”
