I saved the hearts of two girls with long locks.

R is my student. When I first met R, she was handsome with two pigtails, thin, small and lovely, with a single eyelid and clear eyes like lake water, which made her particularly lovable among a group of primary school students.

I wore beautiful and delicate fancy pigtails every day, until one day, her messy and lazy hair replaced the previous exquisiteness. I asked curiously, "R, why are your braids gone?" She reluctantly told me, "Grandma helped me comb it." I didn't care at that time, because I thought it was common for grandma to help with the children when mom was away. I gradually found that every time my mother combs her hair, R is cheerful and lively, and her smiling eyes are blinking. Every time grandma combs her hair, she is bored there and tears silently. However, as a child, she wears braids every day and can only feel the invasion of sadness and foreboding. That braid seems to be a conductor of R's perception of emotions, and I can't help feeling a little sad for her.

What worries me more is that she ran out at noon without saying hello to me, went to school or went to a classmate's house, and asked me to look for her all over the street for fear that she would be abducted by bad people. Compared with other peers, her behavior is abnormal, and I even begin to suspect that she has psychological problems. Later, I learned from the children around her that she had committed suicide. I don't know if it is true. Whether it is or not, it strengthens my judgment of her.

There is always a little girl Y around her. They are as good as twin sisters. Y students have no problem, and they are always worried that R won't play with her. They want to integrate into R's world, but they are often made to cry by R's small and cold personality. It's normal for little girls to be awkward and lose their temper. However, one day, Y's mother came over and told me in an accusing tone that she should not let her children play with R. Y is a cheerful and happy child, and R always threatens her, which makes almost all children have psychological problems now. I didn't know y had been playing r until I asked, because she threatened. Y cried and said that R threatened to jump off the building if she didn't play with R. No one will believe that such a threat comes from a little girl in grade one.

Later, Y listened to her mother and really stopped playing with R. R was very sad and ran back to cry silently. I comforted her and asked her what was wrong. She was unhappy, refused to answer, and then confided that Y ignored her and everyone stopped playing with her. I told her: "The teacher can help you, let Y make up with you and let everyone play with you, but you have to promise me that you can't threaten Y any more, and the children will be scared by you." Those tearful eyes looked at me innocently, and it took a long time to respond with a "good." Then chick R whispered, "I'm not happy. My mother ran away from home and didn't want her because my mother's brother was gone, my father didn't take good care of us, and my mother wanted to divorce her father ... My mother asked me whether I was with my father or with my mother ... I like my mother, but my mother doesn't have much money, but my father is rich, but it's not good for her ... Teacher, do you think my mother will come back? " Incredible, such a sensitive and fragile young mind has to bear the sadness that life should not bear. No wonder it's introverted depression.

Her parents can't spy on the real situation through the phrase R. Perhaps it is too much criticism and little shelter for her soul. On the surface, they love their daughter, but they ignore their sad hearts. More or less, their children's hearts will be unhealthy. Mental illness needs more care and understanding.

I answered her softly, "Mom will come back. Mom just wants to go for a walk. As long as you listen, she will come back. From now on, you can't cry Will you report to the teacher wherever you go? " R nodded silently.

I understand her sad heart. I turned to Y and said, "You can play with R as usual. She has promised the teacher that she will not threaten you any more. As for your mother, the teacher will explain to her. " Then, under my guidance, their little hands were pulled up again, and they returned to the children's circle and played happily with Xiong Haizi. I am particularly pleased to see that R finally smiled.

Finally, R became more and more cheerful. She will tell me jokes and riddles, cherish her beloved red flower book, carefully count the red flowers issued by the teacher, and often pray that I hug the bear and rabbit doll and carefully copy the homework in this book. The small font is correct and beautiful. She will be very happy when she gets A++, and she will beg me to draw for half an hour ... She is still a child.

Y, like her nickname Pippi, has changed back to her naughty and clever self, and her mother no longer interferes in their friendship. I started to make faces before I took it off, and the expression pack on my little face was extremely rich. She cried, not because R bullied her, but because she didn't do well in the exam and was afraid of being scolded by her mother.

At the end of the story, both R and Y have become cheerful, lively and happy selves, thinking what children think, doing what children like to play, no longer depressed, and staying away from the troubles that adults have. This is my heart to help change and save, a pure and innocent world.