In the first half of second grade in elementary school, Chu Mo remembered it should have been a warm and comfortable spring, because even now, he clearly recalled the flowers blooming in the campus flowerbeds.
During the second Chinese language class, the teacher, Wang, watched as everyone did their classroom assignments, and after class, as usual, Chu Mo went to the playground to play.
Back then, the school did not have an official basketball court; there was just a basketball hoop set up in the center of the playground, with a huge stone weighing down its frame.
Chu Mo remembered that he had wanted to climb on top of that meter-high stone to play, but then was pushed from behind by Chu Liancheng. He stumbled, his forehead striking the sharp edge of the stone, and blood poured out.
