I regret for not being sensible at that time, although the principal killed someone, she has the responsibility, the reason is certainly complicated, but her love for me is sincere, I should have a grateful heart. Why many bad people always have a few good people for them, it is because they once had love for others, so there is no absolute good and bad people in this world!
When I was twelve years old, I left home to go to junior high school in the town.
Across the wall from the town middle school is the town primary school. The music teacher of the town primary school is called Feng Yingying, and sometimes she will come to our middle school to take music lessons.
Teacher Feng Yingying is 27 or 18 years old, with long hair and white teeth, wearing a long dress that reaches to the ankle, and walking in high heels of one span, with a slender and soft water waist curling in the gutter, she is a beautiful sight in the campus.
One time, several classmates and I went to help her carry the piano to the classroom, and when we turned to leave, Teacher Feng stopped me.
"Who are you wearing?" she asked.
I suddenly felt my face burning, very embarrassed, whispered: "My second aunt."
In that era of material scarcity, there was no extra money to buy clothes, my grandmother simply modified my second aunt's old clothes when she was young for me to wear. I didn't like those clothes. They were dull and rustic. I was reluctant, but I couldn't help it.
Teacher Feng smiled and sighed: "It doesn't fit."
The next day at noon, I was eating in the canteen, a classmate ran to tell me that teacher Feng was waiting for me at the school gate. I have some doubts, pinch half of the steamed bread went to the school gate there, Feng teacher smiling standing under the willow tree, she handed me a colorful polyester crochet bag, which is bulging, I opened a look, is a lot of colorful clothes, and a pair of small white shoes
She said, these are her clothes, but also her niece's clothes, not much to wear, let me accept; He touched my head, said a little girl should dress up nicely.
My heart surging a warm current, looked up at her, her long hair and behind the willow branches together with the wind fluttering, smiling curved eyes have stars in the twinkling.
The clothes were so nice, so stylish and beautiful. I've never worn anything so nice. I took my clothes home, folded them up, and carefully placed them on the top shelf of my closet, loving each piece.
Before I had even begun to wear my beautiful clothes, an appalling event happened at the primary school in the next town.
Town primary school principal because of extramarital divorce, killed his wife!
And the principal's extramarital affair is teacher Feng Yingying!
Our town is boiling!
After the principal was punished, in the overwhelming abuse and denunciation of people, teacher Feng became a rat across the street and a heinous sinner on the cusp of the storm.
Shocked and stunned, I began to panic.
The heart of a twelve-year-old boy is not quite able to understand the entanglement of the adult world, and can only vaguely distinguish between right and wrong, black and white, good and evil from public opinion.
Finally, one day, I took out those beautiful clothes stacked in the cupboard, cut them with scissors, and filled them into the burning stove empty, and my heart gradually calmed down like removing a big burden.
After that, teacher Feng Yingying disappeared.
More than 20 years have passed, I do not know this beautiful and charming, face often smile like a flower female teacher where is now, whether it is safe.
我为当年的不懂事后悔，尽管校长杀了人她有责任，原因肯定是复杂的，但她对我的爱护是真心的，我应该有感恩的心。为什么很多坏人总有几个对他们好的人，就是因为他们曾经有过对别人的爱，所以说这世界没有绝对的好人和坏人！
十二岁那年，我离家到镇中学读初中。
与镇中学一墙之隔的是镇小学。镇小学的音乐老师叫冯英英，有时会到我们中学这边代上音乐课。
冯英英老师二十七八岁，长发披肩，明眸皓齿，穿着包至脚踝的长裙，踩着一拃高的高跟鞋，扭着纤细柔软的水蛇腰袅娜地走在校园里，是一道靓丽的风景线。
有一次，我和几个同学去帮她抬钢琴，将钢琴抬到教室，转身要走的时候，冯老师叫住了我。
她问：“你这是穿谁的衣服？”
我突然感觉脸火辣辣的，十分窘迫，小声说：“我二姑的。”
在那个物质匮乏的年代，没有多余的钱买衣服，奶奶就把我二姑年轻时的旧衣服简单改装一下给我穿。我不喜欢那些衣服，沉闷土气，虽很不情愿，却又无可奈何。
冯老师笑了，轻叹：“不合身啊。”
第二天中午，我正在食堂吃饭，有同学跑来告诉我，冯老师在校门口大柳树那里等我。我有些疑惑，捏着半个馒头跑到学校大门那里，冯老师笑吟吟的站在柳树下，她递给我一个用五彩涤纶线钩织的大大的提包，里面鼓鼓囊囊的，我打开一看，是好多花花绿绿的衣服，还有一双小白鞋。
她说，这些有她的衣服，也有她侄女的衣服，都没怎么穿，让我收下；还摸我的头，说，小姑娘就应该打扮的漂漂亮亮的。
我心里涌动着一股暖流，抬头看她，她的长发和着身后的柳枝一起随风飘舞，笑弯的眼睛里有星星在闪烁。
那些衣服质地很好，洋气又漂亮，我从没穿过那么好的衣服。我如获至宝，把衣服带回家，板板正正叠起来，小心翼翼放到衣橱的最上层，每一件都爱不释手。
还未等我开始穿那些漂亮衣服，隔壁镇小学就发生了一件骇人听闻的大事。
镇小学校长因婚外情离婚不成，杀害了自己的老婆！
而这个校长的婚外情人就是冯英英老师！
我们的小镇沸腾了！
校长伏法后，在人们铺天盖地的谩骂和声讨声中，冯老师成了过街老鼠，成了风口浪尖上十恶不赦的罪人。
在震惊错愕之余，我开始惶惶不可终日。
十二岁少年的心还不太能理解大人世界里的错综纠结，只能懵懂的从舆论中去模糊的辨别是与非，黑与白，善与恶。
终于有一天，我把叠放在橱子里那些美丽的衣服拿出来，用剪刀一件件剪碎，填进了燃烧的灶空，心才像卸掉一个大包袱一样渐渐平静下来。
打那以后，冯英英老师就销声匿迹了。
二十多年过去了，不知道这个美丽娇媚、脸上时常笑魇如花的女老师现在身居何方，是否别来无恙。
