Six years of primary school passed in a hurry, and I also entered junior high school. Everything is brand new. Several students in the same class are divided into several classes. Looking at the strange faces in the newly assigned class, there seems to be a familiar and somewhat strange face in the strangeness. Could it be him? He reminds me of. ...
His name is Zhang Hao, a former classmate. He left in the fourth grade because he had a fight with someone from another school. His father was afraid of revenge and transferred him to a school in a remote area.
Zhang Hao and I can be described as "iron handles". From the first time I saw his eyes in grade one, I had a premonition that this man would make some waves in my life. Zhang Hao is loyal and simple. In the second half of the fourth grade, he heard that his friends who played big in kindergarten were bullied by some hooligans. He was very angry. He doesn't want everyone around him to be bullied. He told me about it. As soon as I heard this, my brain suddenly became hot. "Bullying my friend is bullying me to hit him!" That's what I said at the time. When I got home and calmed down, I began to think about it seriously. After all, this is not the same as the argument on the football field, so we should get to the blood. How can I help Zhang Hao? Should I tell the teacher about it? I know this is different from telling Zhang Hao not to do his homework. I didn't know what to do, so I thought it over and over again. The next day, I told the teacher about it, and the teacher was surprised. In order to keep my friendship with Zhang Hao, the teacher didn't criticize him or say anything about me, but told me how to persuade him. I kept it in mind and went back to the classroom. I am very ambivalent. I seem to feel sorry for the friendship between my friends. It seems that I don't have the courage to fight Zhang Hao.
It seems that there are two wolves in my heart, both biting my heart. I can't bear to be loyal to my brothers, but I really don't want to see unpredictable results. Throwing caution to the wind, the teacher said: this is not without feelings. I found Zhang Hao and inspired him with my teacher's words. After listening, he seemed to understand. Unexpectedly, "enlightened" Zhang Hao waited for him that night under the guidance of his bullied classmates. Zhang Hao and several of his close friends beat up some hooligans. Under the cover of night, they quickly ran away. The next day, he didn't come to school, and a few days later, his father helped him with the transfer formalities, and he transferred.
I was very sad afterwards, and the teacher regretted it. When the summer vacation came, Zhang Hao asked someone to take a message for me. He missed me so much that he regretted doing so. He said there was no way. He wanted to stop at that time, but all the appointments were arranged. Everyone swore that he could only do so.
This is my first choice, a painful choice about how to deal with friendship, and also a correct choice, although it didn't succeed. But I know I was right.