The first class of the day was Chinese.The teacher stood at the podium, giving the usual self-introduction. Then, with a casual glance across the classroom, she suddenly called out:"You, the one by the window—answer this question."
Hao froze.By the window… that was him.
In his previous life, whenever this happened, he would lower his head, keep silent, and pray not to be noticed.But now, staring at the teacher, countless memories flashed through his mind—missed chances, lost opportunities, all because of fear.
"This time… what if I choose differently?"
Slowly, Hao stood up.His voice trembled, but he forced himself to give the answer.It wasn't perfect, but it was complete.
For a brief moment, the classroom fell silent.Then, a few claps broke the stillness.The teacher smiled: "Good. Next time, speak a little louder."
A strange emotion welled up inside Hao—As if the entire world had shifted, ever so slightly, because of this tiny choice.
During the break, Da Tou grabbed his arm, eyes shining:"Hao, that was awesome! Didn't think you'd actually dare to answer!"Hao only smiled faintly.
At that moment, watching Da Tou's silly, carefree expression,Hao couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion.He knew all too well—this very innocence, this inability to fight back,was what would make Da Tou the target of bullying and rejection in the years to come.
But right now, they were only seven.Hao understood that he couldn't change much yet.All he could do was remind him gently, bit by bit, in the days ahead.
Just then, the teacher's voice rang out:"Everyone, open your textbooks to page one!"
The classroom was instantly filled with the sound of rustling pages.Children pulled out their brand-new books,the air heavy with the scent of fresh paper and ink.
It was the first day of school, and many parents had not yet left.They wandered around the campus—the cafeteria, the pavilion, the hallways—waiting for lunchtime, or simply wanting to stay close to their children.
Hao glanced out the window, and a sudden ache stirred in his chest.If only… if only my mother could stay here too,waiting to be with me… how wonderful that would be.