A group of people hurried to the rooftop.
There were already many people surrounding it, and it was extremely crowded.
Some people are worried, and some people watch the excitement and take their mobile phones to record videos.
On the rooftop, a teenager turned his back to them. He was wearing a blue school uniform and looked a little thin and depressed in early winter.
Everyone couldn't see the expression on his face, but for no reason they felt a sad, gloomy aura spread from his body.
He is obviously a young man with vigor, but that aura is like that of a seventy-year-old old man who has seen life and death through vicissitudes of life.
He looked down at the students and parents gathered in the flat open space below.
Faintly looking away, his eyes fell on the withered and withered leaves, and there was sadness at the bottom of his eyes.
The onlookers were talking.
"Hey, today's children's ability to withstand pressure is too low, and they commit suicide when they encounter a small setback."
"Even if you encounter a big thing, you can't make fun of your life."
"I heard that this kid's academic performance is good. It will be a tough matter to take the Qingbei exam in the future. I don't want to put it on a bright future. Why don't I want to jump off the building?"
"Is it too much pressure to study? The students in the third year of high school are tense, and the study of hanging beams and thorns is really hard."
...
Xiang Minxi's eyes were empty, and he turned a deaf ear to the sounds around him, as if nothing could arouse his mood swings.
Yan Zhixu came to the front row.
Seeing the sadness all over his body, as if it could turn into a wisp of smoke at any time, the young man who disappeared and disappeared, ripples appeared in his indifferent eyes.
The whole body was enveloped by the rich black death aura, and the black mist was gradually swallowing his vitality.
Squeeze the others away from mom.
Her meticulously groomed clothes were wrinkled, her hair was messy, her lower lip was bitten, and she was in a state of embarrassment.
His lips were trembling, his heart was holding back his anger, and his right hand was covering his chest.
"Xiang Minxi, what are you doing? What do you want to do? I work so hard and spend so much money for your studies. That's how you repay me? Are you worthy of me?"
Xiang's mother's voice is hysterical, and her expression is excited, like a mad woman on the street, and her emotions are on the verge of collapse.
Heartbroken, roaring and roaring tears slipped out of the eye sockets, dripping across the cheeks.
Yan Zhixu noticed that after Xiang Minxi's words were finished, Xiang Minxi's body became slightly tense.
He moved his body, turned around, faced the crowd, turned his back to the empty sky behind him, and fell down with a single blow.
Looking at his son, he cried out to his mother.
"Do you blame your mother for being too strict with you? But I'm all for your own good. How could I hurt you? I'm your mother, and you're the flesh that fell from my body!"
"You can't bear the hardship of studying now and you will suffer from the society in the future. Do you want to go to the construction site and move bricks under the sun? You are busy all day long, and you only earn one or two hundred yuan in the wind and the sun!"
She shed tears to her mother, the tears blurred her makeup, and her shrill voice resounded through the sky.
Some of the surrounding parents frowned and disagreed with this point of view, while others nodded and even agreed.
Seeing that she was still stimulating Xiang Minxi's emotions, Yan Zhixu's eyes were cold.
"To shut up."
"I……"
The eyes like an ice pick fell on his mother, as if falling into an ice cellar, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.
Sitting on the rooftop, Xiang Minxi raised his head and looked sadly at the mother who had raised him as an adult, his eyes full of sadness.