Hot Man

There were three primary schools around my house. My father, a middle school teacher, would enquire me how many compositions my Chinese teacher had asked me to write per month. I always hesitated and was not sure what I should say to please my father. Obviously my father was unsatisfied with the school in composition teaching, so I was forced to transfer from one school to another. At last, I entered a school which was far from my residence. It would take me one hour to go to school.

One afternoon, on my way to school, I caught sight of two workers on a power line pole opposite the road. They should have checked the power lines carefully. Just then, a sharp cry stopped all the people down in the street. I saw one of them burning on the pole and the other crying desperately. I was so shocked that I was unable to step further. People shouted and gathered around the spot.

“Are you going to school, little girl?” asked an old lady behind me.

I nodded in return.

“Let’s go there together,” the lady suggested and took me by the hand.

The next day I saw a wreath on the ground leaning against the pole. From then on, I couldn’t help glancing at the pole whenever I passed by.