那一天,我大哭起来。很多同学围在我身边,问着,劝着。她们都以为我肚子疼得受不了了。可我埋着头,自顾自嚎啕,什么也不说。后来,韩老师你来了。尽管我一直趴着,一直哭泣,停不下来地哭泣。但是,你走到教室门口,大声地焦急地问:“怎么了?陈小绮怎么了?”我听得清清楚楚。你走过来,站在我身边了。你摸着我的头,在我耳边问:“怎么了?身体难受么?跟老师说说。”虽然温和,但还是透着焦灼。韩老师,那时,我真有种错觉,仿佛妈妈来了,是她在跟我说着话。但是我妈妈在重庆外婆家。开学一个多月了,她还是不过来,不来看我,不来和我 That day, I cried. Many students around me, asked, advised. They all thought I could not stand my stomach hurt. But I buried his head, self-serving howl, said nothing. Later, teacher Han came. Although I have been lying on the ground, I have been crying and can not stop crying. However, you come to the door of the classroom, asked loudly anxiously: “What happened? Chen Xiaizi what happened? ” I can hear clearly. You came and stood beside me. You touched my head and asked in my ear: “What happened? I feel uncomfortable with the teacher to talk about.” Although mild, but still with anxiety. Han teacher, then, I really kind of delusion, as if the mother came, she was talking to me. But my mother is in Chongqing grandmother. More than a month after school, she still does not come, do not come to see me, do not come with me