On the day of my birthday, the boyfriend bought the cake to celebrate me in the classroom.
When I closed my eyes and made a wish, I was suddenly pushed into the cake.
Very painful.
There’s a blade in the cake.
Open your eyes, shine your eyes, and there are people laughing at me with all the butter and blood.
He used to sit at the class table with a big smile on his finger:
“The dream is over, Yeon, and welcome to the real world. I’m sorry.
One.
Late school is over.
I pushed my bike out of the garage, and I didn’t expect the tires to be released.
“Yon Yeon. I’m sorry.
The sound of Obuchi was ringing not far, and he laughed at me under a dark lamp in the shed, “Shall I take you home? I’m sorry.
I’m just quiet.
At first I really believed him, and then he got on the steep slope and jumped off the train.
I fell from the back of my car and rolled all the way down the steep slope, scratching my body.
He chose the unsupervised part of the road, and even if he went to the police, I had no evidence that he had done it.
I’m happy to enjoy my mess, but as I was about to leave, my hand stood in my way:
“The wounds in one body, they’ll scar if they’re not properly treated. I’m sorry.
I don’t care.
The next day, in the classroom, under his command, several girls surrounded them with medical alcohol:
“Song Yeon, let’s disinfect your wound. I’m sorry.
It’s useless to struggle.
It’s like when Mio Yin and I fell in love, and everyone knew he liked me so much, he brought me breakfast every day, he copied my notes, he sat with me at the table and brushed off.
The basketball team class threw a ball at him and called him in.
And he took it easy, and threw it back, and his head did not lift up, saying, “You fight, and I am not learning.” I’m sorry.
It’s funny, too.
I have lived silently for 17 years, and for the first time I have been the focus of the crowd’s eyes, because of the monsoon’s preferences.
So once he showed aversion to me.
I’ll be dragged to hell, too.
A bottle of medical alcohol fell from the top of the head, and the cotton ball ran over the wounds of thin blood, and I almost fainted with my breath.
I’ve been looking in my eyes, and I’ve been sneered with alcohol.
“That way you won’t be scarred, Yeon-yeon. You’ll always be beautiful. I’m sorry.
“It’s good enough to be tortured. I’m sorry.
I looked into his eyes and said, “Why?” I’m sorry.
It seems as if Obuchi wasn’t surprised at all, even though he was waiting for me to ask.
“What’s the point of the game, Yeon-yeon? I’m sorry.
He smiled at me, “You’re so smart you can find your own answers, right? I’m sorry.
Two.
I didn’t give a shit. I pushed the car home.
He’s not following me slow.
Every step, it’s like stepping on my head.
And I held my hand and forced myself not to turn back and look, but it was clear to me that this was how he played with my fear, and kept my heart high and vigilant, and did not know when to fall.
I shouldn’t have thought about it, but I can’t help but think about it.
I was told that I was afraid of the dark, and that I had refused it once, so I followed me in silence until I was safely brought home.
He was the first person I knew since I moved to this school.
The teacher arranged for him and me to be at the table, and Miyuki was friendly and passionate from the beginning.
Then I did not see why he was the most popular of the children of his grade, so he approached me as a silent man.
Until we left school on cold leave, there was only two of us in the classroom.
I was groping the papers in silence, and I suddenly looked at my hands, and I was shaking in front of my eyes, and I got a little bit of help:
“Song Yeon, you really don’t see it. Am I chasing you? I’m sorry.
Then together, he was better for me.
I’m not a smart and talented student, and I can only work 12 points, and it’s easy to get into the first three grades.
So he used the whole holiday to put his learning and aggregating on my notebook.
The Quizun has jumped.
He’s two years younger than me, but he’s always grown up like a brother to me.
I kissed him.
Under the bouquets of the school, the sky was dark, but I could still see the red ears of the sea.
He said: “Yeon-yeon, your birthday is next month. I’m sorry.
“I’ve planned it. Must be a birthday you’ll never forget. I’m sorry.
He’s right.
I will never forget that day.
3
Miyuri is a very smart man.
Without much effort, learning can achieve good results.
He was also self-taught in the matter of school bullying.
For example, people bring chemical reagents from the lab and pour them into my cup in front of me.
Let the girls at the front and back table hold me down and call in a couple of smokers in the class and let them shoot ash at my hair: “Are you going to burn your hair?” I’m sorry.
When the thick ash fell on my head, it burned my scalp, and they pushed me into the toilet, shoved my head under the cooler and said they’d wash my hair.
As my ex-boyfriend, Miyuri knew my period.
So he specifically wanted to sign me up for a 3,000-kilometre run at the school when I came to my period.
“No leave, Yeon-yeon. I’m sorry.
He kept the number sheet behind me while he softly uttered bad words.
“Or you’ll run 10,000 meters next month. I’m sorry.
The tip of the needle crossed the back of the skin again and again until the referee blew the whistle.
That day, when I ran to the sixth lap, I fainted on the runway.
I was sent home.
He came to my house before, just as my boyfriend.
I opened my eyes blindly and saw him looking at my desk and putting something in my pocket.
My mom came home at night and gave me herbs.
I held a hot cup and heard her hesitate to ask:
Yeon-yeon, you’ve been looking so bad lately.
There is nothing to say later.
I immediately understood what she meant.
“I accidentally did it myself. I said, “Recently, I’ve been studying late, so I don’t sleep. I’m sorry.
She said, “That’s good, that’s good. You’ve already transferred to school. We can’t afford this.
It’s as if I’m implying, as if I’m convincing myself.
She went out with an empty glass and gave me an early rest.
I sat on the bed, closed my eyes, bit my tongue on the tip of the tongue, and pressed down the shimmering images in my head.
4
Not without trying to resist.
I fought against the bullies before, and then I suffered even more.
After a major illness, my mother found a school, talked a few times and decided to change town and school.
And now the same thing happens again.
My mom’s tired.
I’m starting to wonder if I really have a problem.
Otherwise, why would anyone else have to go through the same thing in their lifetime, and I would have met them twice in a row?
I was lying at home for three days, the fever went down, the period ended and I had to go back to class.
My mother left in the morning before dawn, and I walked out of the house with my bag, and I saw Obuchi standing at the alley.
“I asked the teacher. He said you were going to school today. I’m sorry.
He smiled and handed over a bag of soybean and two buns, “Be well, have breakfast.” I’m sorry.
It’s like nothing happened between us.
The first time I was sick, I was dazed, and I took that bag of soybean, and I took a sip.
“Ahem! I’m sorry.
The smell of a snivelled chemical reagent strangled into the throat, and the Qinbuchi was happy to see me coughing with tears and laughter with gibberish eyes.
I don’t know where the courage came from, raised my hand and threw that bag of soy sauce on him.
Liquid splatter.
And the eyes of Shebaum became cold and cold, and he stretched out his hand and dragged me over it, and his abdomen stomped on my forehead.
It was the scar he left after he put my face in the cake.
“At last?
He looked at me, and he said, “Are you tired of being so pathetic and innocent in front of me for so long? I’m sorry.
I don’t understand what he’s saying, but I’m just staring at Obuchi and asking again, “Why? I’m sorry.
“If you really hate me, don’t start with me. Why do you do this to me? I’m sorry.
I’ve never been so close to anyone, I just wanted to study in peace, to enter the university, to live a better life.
I only have such a simple wish.
I’m the one who started this.
He looked at the faces of my emotions and said, “What does that mean?” I’m sorry.
“Yon Yeon, the best way to make a man suffer is to put her in the clouds and then let her fall. I’m sorry.
When I went to school, Miyen wore that dress I smashed with soy milk.
It’s fragrant.
Before I came, there were girls in the class who were in love with him.
So as soon as they saw the look of the sun, they knew that it was me.
I dare to fight back.
I went back to the classroom for lunch and found my desk and stool all covered in red.
Like a bitch, even the lightest word.
The sun came out of the window, and I got dizzy.
I went to get a pot of water, and I was just about to wipe it, and then suddenly the gust came and kicked it over.
“Why don’t you sit down, Yeon-yeon?”
He looked at two big words in the middle of the table and laughed, and he said, “Isn’t it right for you to make it? I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything.
There’s an empty table in the corner of the classroom, and I’m just moving things and sitting there.
I took the notebook out of the bag, and I swooped.
This note was sorted out for me with a vacation.
It did help me up a few grades, but right now I see it and I just feel sick.
So I stood up and threw the notebook in the trash can behind.
Turning back, just in the eyes of last season.
It is rare for him to stare at the garbage cans, with a little confusion in his eyes and a little anger and anguish.
I sat down in my new seat, flipped out a blank notebook and started to organize the collection.
5
After school that afternoon, I rode home and was stopped at a nearby crossroads.
And when the face of him who stopped me was made clear, all of us stood still.
Song Yeon. I’m sorry.
Seeing me on my way to the car, Meng Qinghua stretches his hand over my arm, “Don’t go, let’s talk, okay? I’m sorry.
“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m sorry.
I said, “You’ve finished your exams and you’ve gone to your school, but I’m in my senior year and I’m going back to school to prepare for next year’s exams. I’m sorry.
“I know, my selfishness almost ruined you. So now you give me a chance, Song Yeon, I can make it up to you. I’m sorry.
His eyes are filled with guilt.
“Don’t come to me again. I don’t need your compensation. I just have to leave me alone. I’m sorry.
I draw back my hand and I don’t ride back.
When I went to school the next day, Obuchi was already in the classroom.
Early school, I was bowing my head with words on my back, and suddenly he came over and pulled off my book and threw it away.
He bit his back, looked at me, and laughed, “I can’t stand it. So soon you hooked up with a new man? I’m sorry.
“It’s just on the road. Why don’t you make a little movie? I’m sorry.
“…”
I suddenly reacted and he saw me and Meng Qinghua on the street.
This is ridiculous.
“What does it have to do with you? I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
“How is it okay? “Yon Yeon, we haven’t broken up yet. I’m sorry.
“I forgot to tell you before, betraying me is a cost. I’m sorry.
He came to me a little bit, breathed in my lips, and spoke softly, and said, “It’s like venom.”
A few days later, rumors began to spread about me in school.
My private life is a mess, because I’m too inconvenient and even sick.
In support of this conclusion, the school forum even posted my gynaecology report to the hospital.
Although it was quickly removed, the screenshots were circulated in secret.
It’s as if it’s a sign.
And suddenly I realized what the Zilong took from my desk that day.
But I told him before that it wasn’t so bad because it was allergies.
He held me so heartily, he said he’d buy me something good.
I didn’t want to take this into account at the outset, because I’m out of line, and I didn’t get it.
There is little to think about, but it is because of the influence of the sea plume.
I’m not a used emotional person.
And We did not weaken before them once in these days when the Qur’an took the lead over me.
Only I know.
As every time a demon smiles, my heart cries out and screams out for reasons.
But I know that asking the exit is just another humiliation.
I won’t be told.
He was most satisfied with seeing me suffering for unknown reasons.
The harder I get, the more he gets.
And now he has another way to humiliate me.
The rumours spread, and I was stuck in the garage by three mixed-up boys at the end of the evening.
They pushed me and made fun of me, “Hey, I heard you could do it for $300, right? I’m sorry.
“I’ll give you 300, let me try. I’m sorry.
“Come on, she’s sick. You’re not afraid of infection? I’m sorry.
The laughter goes into my ear, my brain buzzes, my eyeballs seem to be bleeding.
There’s a familiar shadow coming in against the street lights and stopping in front of me.
The boys took a step back.
I was smiling down, and I rolled some of the money in my hand and stuck it in my collar.
He slaps me in the face with his hands behind my back: “Yon-yeon, how dare you sell yourself so cheaply? I’m sorry.
In fact, I used to think that the voice of Supochi was very nice, the young Qingchong.
But at this moment, it sounds like it’s a very stingy one.
I raised my head slowly, looking at him in the shadows of my eyes, in the murky eyes of my season, open my mouth and look my body up.
Looks like he’s gonna kiss.
“That’s soft, Song Yeon. You’re so weak.”
And as the eyes of the Qur’an dazzled, he continued to sarcasticly and bowed his head, he seemed to kiss me.
And when the flesh of his neck was smitten with evil, We filled our hearts with a gruesome comfort.
Song Yeon! I’m sorry.
When pushed away and fell on the ground, the tip of the tongue had tasted the sweet taste of blood.
“Are you crazy?” I’m sorry.
He’s got my face in his eyes.
The hair was scattered, the mouth was red, a few drops of blood followed the lips, and it fell on the uniform.
I was shaking my head, and I rose up from the ground, and I looked at him, “Isn’t that what you tortured me for? I’m sorry.
“What you have to do is drive me crazy. I’m sorry.
And he stared at me dead and dead, and suddenly he whispered.
“Yon Yeon, what is this torture? I’m sorry.
“I’m helping you.”
Help me with what?
I couldn’t understand how I looked at him, but the Quizun came and stood before me and touched my cheek with my hands.
It was full of blood in his hand and it was dyed on my face.
He came in my ear and whispered, “Son Yeon, I’m making amends for you. I’m sorry.
I have nothing to sin for.
And I looked at him, and laughed: “The greatest sin of my life was that I promised to be with you.” I’m sorry.
Six.
I came home with blood all over my face and ran into my mom and came back from work.
She was so scared that she dropped her key on the ground that she could no longer take it as nothing.
“Yon Yeon…”
She couldn’t help but pick up the keys and come and wipe my face with a little shiver.
“Don’t go. I whispered, “I’m not hurt. It’s not my blood. I’m sorry.
In front of her at home, I was standing in silence.
My mother’s face is tired of working all day.
When she moved to the city, she worked harder than before and left to work before dawn, but it took almost midnight to get home.
Ordinary people like us can’t live with the big wind and the bumps, not to mention twice in a row.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go to the teacher tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
Teacher of course I did.
In front of me, he called to me and asked him if he had wronged me.
# I can’t stop laughing #
“Let’s just say I bullied her. Teacher, why don’t you make Song Yeon happy for me? I’m sorry.
It was a school bulldoze, so he turned into a school quarrel.
The way I was treated, the way my teacher looked at me, the way my class testified that there was no contradiction between us.
So the teacher looked at me and said, “The school ordered a ban, and you two had a fight before me? Get back to class. I’m sorry.
Or maybe the teacher saw something.
However, the achievements of the Quizuku and the exceptionally high level of the family have led him to choose neglect, intentionally or inadvertently.
On the way back to the school building, the school bell rings.
I ran all the way back to the classroom and found a half bottle of ink in the pocket.
The hard-worked collection was destroyed.
I looked up and looked back and forth in the classroom, and I got upset:
“Song Yeon, you’re already late. What are you looking at? I’m sorry.
“My notebook…”
“Well, sit down and listen to the lessons.” It’s been a while since I’ve been in school, and you’re out standing! I’m sorry.
After class, Miyuri returned.
He pushed a book in front of me, and I looked at it and I threw it away.
I don’t know when he picked it up.
And I looked down at me: “Yeon-yeon, with this, I will let them spare you these days.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t listen. I ripped the book from the middle in front of him and threw it in the trash again.
7
I met Meng Qinghua again on the way after school in the afternoon.
He’s supposed to come to me with a bag of guilt in his eyes:
“Song Yeon, I went to your school to check out your grades. I can help you with your studies…”
“Mong Qinghua. I’m sorry.
I stood up and looked at him.
“You’ve always wanted to go to college. If you don’t go back to class, what are you doing? I’m sorry.
And he said, “Soong-yeon, when she was in trouble for you, I did not help you; I only wanted to redeem myself.” I’m sorry.
Atonement, that word again.
And We laughed with cynicism: “What is there for you to redeem?” I just stood by and helped her perjury, not you. I’m sorry.
“…and I’ve seen the scores, and your scores are the same as before. I can help you get into a better college — Yeon, as you said before, you’re trying to get the best school you can get your mother. I’m sorry.
Yan has not been called for a long time.
And the moment when I took my breath, Meng Qinghua took out a stack of thick pages from the bag behind him, and put them in my hand.
“This is what I used to do before I went to college, and I kept it, and I thought I’d give it to you someday, because I promised you. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I didn’t accept his apology, but I took the information.
Thanks to its help, I’ve come a long way.
On the day the results came, Miyuki came to me again.
He asked two girls to hold me down and tore me apart in front of me, and tore out that pile of information from my desk.
“Song Yeon, you won’t take the notes I gave you, so the other men take them? I’m sorry.
He spilled that pile of paper over my head, “How many men do you have to hit?” I’m sorry.
I looked down and looked down on a piece of paper.
“Song Yeon, I know what you’re thinking. I’m sorry.
And the gust rounded me in my ear, and said softly,
“You want to put up with it, and then you go to college, and you can end it and get rid of me, right? I’m sorry.
“Dreaming. I’m sorry.
“I won’t let you go to college. You’ll never get rid of me. I’m sorry.
I’ll do it.
From that day on, his bullies against me became more venomous, but more secret.
The last time I told the teacher, more or less it worked, at least no more rumors about my private life.
It’s just, there’s no way I can learn in peace.
The workbooks and the papers were always flying away, and it was hard to find a good pen in the pocket, even a trimester, when I turned on the draft paper I had prepared, and found that the second page had a very dense formula on its back.
“Report teacher!”
The girl who sat behind me stood up and stood up and said, “Song Yeon, cheat! I’m sorry.
I was taken from the examination and interrogated repeatedly in the office, and at the end of the matter, the final examination was completed.
It’s dark and there’s not a lot left on the campus.
After the Sanmo exam, the winter break came.
I was numb to go back to the empty classroom and left my seat to wash my face in the toilet.
Close your eyes and cold water pours over your face.
There was a sudden noise behind him.
I rose up with vigilance, without the stinging of the water in my eyes, and walked to the door and pulled hard.
Pull it.
The door was locked from the outside.
And then the lights went off.
And I stood in darkness, and fear came upon me as a tide.
I bit my teeth and hit the doorboard with my shaking hands. I’m sorry.
“You let me out! I’m sorry.
No response.
Cell phones are also in school bags, which are in the classroom.
When I was in love, I told Miyuki.
When I was a kid, my mom went out in the middle of the night and I was alone, and I was locked in the closet.
She ended up in an accident half way back in two days.
I was in that narrow, dark closet, not eating, not drinking, being locked up for two days.
That’s why I was so afraid of the dark.
And then the eyes were red, and he hugged me, kissed me, said he would always light a lamp for me.
And now, there’s no one on campus, no one to save me.
Of course I won’t come.
He even ordered me in.
I slipped slowly down the doorboard, carrying my knees, stomping on the wet, cold ground.
The unbridled darkness will swallow me up into the mouth of the monster.
8
When my mother found me in the bathroom of the school building with the police, it was midnight.
She was angryly asked about the school, and the response was that the school cleaners did not know I was in the toilet, asked me two words and locked the door when no one answered.
And it was in the cold of the winter, and I had a cold, and I lay down on the bed for a week, drowsy, to be healed.
My mother sat by the bed and asked me, “Yon-yeon, we’re going to school next semester. I’m sorry.
It’s already the best way she can think of.
The school had made it clear that he was not yet an adult and that the police could only give an oral warning.
I can’t do it again. I’m a senior.
My mom’s just an ordinary man. She’s just feeding me.
After I was ill, I spent a few days studying at home.
In the meantime, I have been called and texted.
I didn’t answer, I didn’t look.
That afternoon, I found out that the family’s polygraph was finished, so I put on my coat and planned to go to the bookstore.
It’s full of snowflakes.
I tightened my scarf around my neck, and walked off the bus, and saw the road ahead, and suddenly I stood still.
It’s the monsoon.
He was wearing a gray coat and was holding a girl’s arm in the snow.
The girl was small, she was wearing a very expensive white coat, with beautiful curly hair, turned over her head, smiled and said something to him, and made a gesture.
When I saw that beautiful face through the snowflake, my blood was all solid.
In the near year of closure, the streets were full of noises.
But I was thrown into the cold, cold, deep sea, and the waves of memory came up, and swallowed up my whole body.
By the time we looked back, the two men were gone.
When I came home with a bag of questions in the middle of the sun, I saw Meng Qinghua in the alley, looking at me with clear eyes and without a word.
And this time I stopped in front of him, and I said, “I was just in the street, and I ran into Eko. I’m sorry.
The mood in his eyes was tremors.
“That second, I realized a lot. I’m sorry.
“For example, a man like me who is so modest, how can he be noticed when he has just changed his education, and why, while he is doing a terrible thing, he is making amends for me.”
I can’t help but shake and make a terrible laugh.
“I’ve changed school, I’ve left her completely. Why don’t you let me go? Just because she likes you and you chose to stand with her because of your career, so damn me, right? I’m sorry.
Speaking of the last sentence, my voice was so high and sharp.
A few people around the road frowned a little further away.
Meng Qinghua saw a bit of pain in his eyes, and he apologized to me in some way: “Sorry, Ayan. I’m sorry.
“What’s the point of talking?”
I insensitively interrupted him by saying, “If you really feel sorry for me, at least you murderers should pay the same price. I’m sorry.
9
When I got home, my mom was blowing fish in the kitchen.
The fragrance of the hot air came out, and the low-quality oil and smoke machine made a huge noise.
I’ll take out a copy of the paper, code it on the desk and pick up the phone.
Ten minutes ago, a new message came from Suybuchi: “Yeon-yeon, it’s a terrible price to pay after school. I’m sorry.
I looked at the line and laughed with a smile.
There’s still time to threaten me while you’re with Kei Ko?
Or was this message sent to me under her fingertips?
After all, it’s not the first time Jiangko’s done this.
One of the ways in which she used her little followers to bully me before she moved to school was to text me without a trace, threatening me with all kinds of bloody horrors on social platforms.
All this, everybody’s looking at it, and nobody’s helping me.
Because in everyone’s eyes, I’m a bad person who’s “unheard of in a normal way, and has a bad stomach”.
When I was in high school, my first friend in my class was Meng Qinghua.
He sits first in every exam, and I have to do my best to keep the top 10 in the class.
But we have a lot in common.
Like home.
He was as poor as I was, and learning was the only way to go, so he was so strong that he could not slacken.
And Meng Qinghua told me, “The only school I want to take is one of my own, and the rest is a failure.” I’m sorry.
It’s probably the energy he’s got, mixed with his outstanding grades, and it’ll be very attractive.
In any case, Miss Kang Ko, the star of the moon at the school, began to pursue Meng Qinghua.
And because I’m closer to him, the people around me are beginning to come at me, deliberately or not.
The things I used were never touched again, and when a boy walked on me, he jumped out of the way and hit me like something dirty.
It’s just that it doesn’t affect learning, and I can live with it.
Until then, Meng Qinghua refused to accept the offer, which was merely a setback to the mind and took it seriously.
She took Meng Qinghua to the lake and threatened him to jump if he failed.
I was passing by the lake.
After being rescued, the lake was too dirty to cause lung infections.
It was a big deal.
Then Kei told her dad I pushed her.
As the only remaining person present, Meng Qinghua stood up to her words.
After he was discharged from the hospital, he stood in the classroom and said:
Don’t worry, I know you’re in bad shape in your family, and you shouldn’t have done it on purpose. I won’t call the police. I’m sorry.
My nightmare began that day.
Because I’m the one who killed her first, any bullying against me will be characterized as a just response.
“The law can’t judge her, let’s do it. I’m sorry.
The desk drawer was sprayed with broken glass, the sanitary towels in the school bag were glued and, after school, kicked and punched in the groceries in the corner of the school building.
After 800 metres of physical education, when you’re thirsty, you’re going to break your glass and throw out a thick smell.
And the boys behind them laughed, “Drink! Drink! I’m sorry.
I took that liquid off the head of the head.
Then there was even harsher retaliation.
After leaving school on Friday afternoon, the teachers left, and I walked a little late and I was dragged into the gym.
Two boys died holding me down, and Jiangko pulled out a big, transparent glass box, ripped my neck open and fell out of my chest full of spiders.
All this time, she’s got a nice, soft smile on her face.
I struggled with my life, screamed, cried out.
I’m coughing.
It’s like it’s not too much of an addiction.
The sun’s red light comes in from high windows.
I couldn’t hear anything after my ears were buzzing and my strong ears were ringing.
After the incident, my mom found the school, and then the “I pushed Jiangko into the water” was raised again, and a few arguments and consultations took place, and my mom decided to take me to the city and transfer to school.
Before leaving, Meng Qinghua came to give me a ride.
He couldn’t look me in the dark, just staring at the ground, whispering:
“Song Yeon, I can’t help it. Kongo threatened me, said her father was a tough man, and if I didn’t testify, she told her father that it was because of me. I still need to study at home, get to the best school, and I can’t afford it.”
I can’t hear anything.
My mother took my hand and went to the gate, and Meng Qinghua said, “Hon, wait, I will make it up to you!” I’m sorry.
After moving, I stayed at home for a whole year.
In the first few months, I woke up in a dream screaming every day, and my mother worked hard and took care of me.
Even though the back is getting better and back to normal school life, there are nightmares from time to time.
It was the presence of Obuchi who told me every day and again, Song Yeon, that you were good and good.
Gradually, I haven’t had any more nightmares.
I really liked him, and I really thought that God sent him to save me.
But it was just to give me hope and break it.
Even when he did all of this, he felt, like those before him, on the side of justice.
I looked at the text, and I turned my mouth, and I said, “Let’s see. I’m sorry.
10
After school, it was probably because my mom was pissed off about the cold break, or not long ago.
Anyway, the class didn’t target me anymore.
But the attitude of the Quizumi has also become strange.
Many times, I make the subject, and I look up, and I find him turning around, looking at me in the direction, looking at me in the dark, in the emotional complexity.
Shame, pain, even a little self-loathing.
I guess I can guess that in the process of drawing me on the hook, the gust may be a little bit more or less, and it moves a little.
So while he was doing what he thought was right, he was annoyed by his love for me, the wicked.
I held the pen in my hand and laughed.
What’s the hurry? This is just the beginning.
A month before the entrance examination, early in the day of school, several young men and women with cameras and microphones entered the classroom.
They stood at the podium and asked: “Where is Song Yeon? I’m sorry.
As soon as the headmaster is wrinkled, he has to get out of here:
“Who are you?” We’re in a senior class. The students are studying. Please leave now! I’m sorry.
“We’re journalists, we’re working on a project on bullying in schools. She received an invitation from Song Yeon to share her experiences of bullying at school in the presence of her students. I’m sorry.
“The interview was fully formal and was approved by the Education Department. I’m sorry.
I got up and walked to the podium.
“Get down! I’m sorry.
I turned my phone to the maximum and turned on the tape.
“You knew I was just passing by the lake that day, and she jumped herself, and you gave her the false testimony that I pushed her into the water, and now you apologize to me? I’m sorry.
“I really can’t, Song Yeon.” You know, Koko’s family is rich and powerful, and she says her dad is a tough guy, and if she knows she’s in love with the lake, I’m dead with her, and no matter how good I am, the future will be ruined. I’m sorry.
“What about my future? My future doesn’t matter anymore, does it? I’m sorry.
I’ll make it up to you. I’m sorry.
“For what? You weren’t there when they put glue on my stool, you weren’t there when the spider fell on me, you pissed on my face, and now, what can you make up for? I’m sorry.
The projection was dropped, and the blurry video was in fact less than a minute.
But it was clear to me that day, at dusk, the violence that was being committed against me in the sports equipment room and my miserable face.
There’s a camera in that sports room.
Meng Qinghua managed to get the video before it was removed from school.
I couldn’t have reached out to the journalists, including this time, if he hadn’t been in Beijing, where he had been able to find the Web Department of the television station through his university classmates.
That’s the way I asked Meng Qinghua to do it.
I know, of course, how ugly and humiliating this image is, how self-esteem and every inch of bones are crushed to the ground.
And it seemed as if I had been dragged back to that moment of pain and despair.
That afternoon, I really thought I was gonna die there.
But that’s all I can do.
There’s no other way.
It doesn’t matter to kill a thousand enemies and to damage 3,000.
It’s okay to tear my scars open and show them in blood.
It’s all right.
Everything has to end.
It’s not just the guillotine. Everyone who’s been involved has to pay.
The crows under the stage stood silently.
He was staring at me dead and pale and the whole thing was shaking.
What can a man do when his act of self-righteousness is revealed, in fact, as another atrocity?
I stood up to the talking table, and I smiled at the camera: “Something like this is going on in this video, and someone in this classroom has done something to me. Of course, like these people, they feel just when they do all this. I’m sorry.
“So, who does this, or everyone? I’m sorry.
Eleven.
As soon as the interview video was aired, the search was hot.
Even when the voices and images were processed, it was recognized that Jiangko and Miyaku.
Public opinion was raging, and countless people asked them to apologize, and the two companies were also affected by it.
Worse still, the gust began to wait in the alleys day and night.
One night, my mom came home from work, and she was in the middle of a dress.
“How can I let Yeon-yeon see an animal like you?” Get out of here! I’ll call the police if you block my door again! I’m sorry.
And she will not wait until she talks, and she will laugh: “Oh, I forget that your family is in the air, and you are a minor, nor can the police take you.”
Aunt. I’m sorry.
I fell on my knees in front of her. “It’s all my fault. You asked me to see Song Yeon. I wanted to apologize to her face. I’m sorry.
“Song Yeon is going to take a high test, unlike you people, and can do anything bad with money. I’m sorry.
My mother threw his hand away and left her head.
When she came home, she brought me a hot glass of milk, and I noded and said, “Don’t mind him.” I’m sorry.
After the interview on that day, I never went to school again and stayed at home studying hard.
As a weakness, and as an English subject, I’ve painted hundreds of sets, which are rewritten repeatedly.
I’m tired, but I’m not tired either.
That’s what I imagined, a high school life with all my energy.
It’s just too late.
It was hot when the seniors came out.
My grades are better than my own estimates, enough to go to Shanghai for my dream teacher training.
Probably influenced by the public opinion generated by that interview and the video, and my entire class failed and failed.
No one survived.
It is particularly severe.
He could have washed up north, and it was hard to score until the last line.
I’m not happy to hear it, but because of his family, it’s a big deal to send him abroad.
His life has thousands of choices, and each one of them has its bottom.
Ordinary people like us have only one way to go.
Even so, they have to easily destroy it as some kind of pleasure.
That afternoon, I went out on a bike and was stopped in the alley.
“Yon Yeon, I finally saw you.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him faceless.
In front of me, Miyukichi cut many wounds on his arm with a knife and poured medical alcohol on it.
Ignorance is not enough, and with a cotton ball the wound is pressed and torn even more.
He said: “Yeon-yeon! I come to redeem my sins. I’m sorry.
The summer was hot, but he was in cold sweat and white.
It’s a strange scene, with a lot of great-grandmothers coming around the alley and whispering.
“I know this man! My grandson showed it to me the other day. He’s got money in his family. I’m sorry.
A mother grabbed my wrist and asked, “Is it you, little girl? I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
Mother immediately pulled the broken eggs out of her plastic bag and smashed them on her head.
“Boo! We’ve done everything, and now we’re doing good! I’m sorry.
The other aunt walked in front of me:
“You’ve got something to do with yourself. We’ll stop him for you. Call the police. I’m sorry.
I want to cry and laugh.
There have been countless instances of bullying and bullying in the past, and I have truly imagined that someone would appear before me and save me in distress.
There are now.
I’m not the one who’s been ridiculously fancied.
It’s an unknown stranger.
I rode out of the car and bought something at the supermarket, and when I came back, Suchi was no longer there.
But he started sending me a message, and he apologized over and over and over again, saying that he was his childhood companion and his childhood friend.
The two families had not met for several years.
He’s engaged to Jiangko because of the two businesses.
When he met again, he was told, with tears and tears, that there was a girl in his school who appeared to be silent and harmless, and that the means of doing so were vicious, as jealousy pushed her out of the water with her classmates, and feared the east window.
“She said you were getting better at our school, and I promised to avenge her. She also said that you’re very good at lecturing yourself, so I don’t have to tell you the real reason, or I’ll be brainwashed. Because of those relationships from childhood, I believed it. I’m sorry.
How ridiculous.
He loved him so much, he sacrificed himself and fell in love with me, the culprit, to avenge her.
I’m talking to you, and for the first time, I’m responding to the news.
“So, do you think my sins are redeemed now? I’m sorry.
It is not known whether it destroys it as a justice, or as a feeling of faith within him.
The next day he stood in my alley again.
The clothes on his body, and every inch of his skin that was naked outside, were filled with dirty words.
It’s like that table that I made for myself.
He stood in the alley because he knew what he had done, and the passer-by spitted on him, and his mother opened the door and poured a pot of water on him.
I laughed next to it.
It’s really funny.
And when the sea plume covered its lips, and looked at me and smiled at him, and whispered, “What good is it that you stand here? I’m sorry.
“If you want to apologize, come with your girlfriend. I’m sorry.
I laughed and said, “Why don’t you pee on her face and ask her if she enjoyed it? I’m sorry.
And he looked upon me in pain, without knowledge, and thought that he was the one who went through it.
“Stop it, Yeon-yeon. Don’t let yourself remember those things…”
I slapped him in the face.
“Do I want to remember, or do you guys not let go of me? I’m sorry.
12
It was picked up by a black limo.
Soon there was news on the Internet that he and Jiangko had broken their marriage contract and that their business cooperation had stopped.
A press conference was held by the father of Obuchi who made it clear that he was a child and that he would be properly disciplined for having been deceived.
He also set up an anti-school bullying foundation and said that he would help if someone faced the same thing later.
He came to my house with people and journalists to apologize publicly, standing at the door, and he said he was willing to help my mother introduce me to a well-paid job, which would make it easier for her to raise me.
Even though my mother never opened the door, he left a box full of money at the door.
All of this has saved the season’s bad business.
As for Keco, it’s not that good luck.
Her university classmates were aware of what she had done, and she had been discouraged by the fact that no one would make friends with her, and even by the fact that she was proud of a university known for its discipline.
So I walked out of the school building with my roommate that day, and I saw the Koko standing at the door.
She’s not going back to her old sweetness, biting on her teeth, asking me, “What do you want?” I’m sorry.
I looked at her naked: “Why, it’s just the beginning, and you can’t stand it.” I’m sorry.
“How can I apologize without going through everything I’ve been through?” I’m sorry.
“Who wants to apologize to you? What do you think you are?” I’m sorry.
Kei wants to come and hit me.
“What do you want?” It’s a university. It’s a law-and-law society. I’m sorry.
She was a straight-minded girl who recognized me on the first day of school and had her on her chest, and no one in college dared to bully me.
Housemates raise their voices, and all around them look this way.
Finally, Jiangko was taken out of school by security.
When we went back, there was a familiar figure standing downstairs.
It’s the monsoon.
These days, he seems to have never gone to college, but has been here all along, neither talking nor leaving.
There were a couple of guys passing by yesterday, and the basketball was accidentally smashed. In his face, his nose was bruised and bruised.
I told my roommate I’d finally come and stand before him.
“I want to apologize. Want to make it up to me? I’m sorry.
I said, “Your good faith I have seen, and now it’s Jiangko’s turn. I’m sorry.
“You let Jiangko feel the pain I’ve been through, and I will forgive you. I’m sorry.
And the guillotine raised its head, and its lips shook and looked at me.
The sun is hot and he’s tanned.
He and I looked at it as if we were going to find something out of my unbridled eyes to support his foolish and ridiculous desire.
So We took his last blow, as he had wished: “I really liked you when I was in love.” I’m sorry.
From that day on, Obuchi disappeared from under our dorm.
They disappeared together, and there was a cocoon that arrived in Shanghai the day before it could leave.
Six months later, the police found Jiangko in an old house in the hall.
She’s so thin, she’s all over her eyes, she’s got a few dead spiders in her hair and she’s gone into a coma.
When he was taken to the hospital, the doctor even found a lot of strange things in her stomach.
The police found me and asked me if I’d seen Miyuki.
“None. I’m sorry.
They said that the actions of Obuchi had already constituted a crime and could not save him even if he was a minor.
“What are you laughing at?” I’m sorry.
I was laughing and shaking my head: “Uncle Police, I was just suddenly thinking about the happy thing. I’m sorry.
13
The last time I saw Eko was on vacation.
As the old house was to be demolished, the neighbors moved around, and my mother had rented a new house to take me home.
That evening, when she was cooking, she found something she didn’t bring.
I went back to the old house to get it, and as soon as I entered the door, I was hit in the back of the head by a force track, fell on the ground and passed out.
When I woke up, my hands were tied behind a rope, and my nose smelled like gas.
I stood up with the pain and saw the coco face.
And she kicked me, and she said to me, “What have you done?” How could you torture me for you? I’m sorry.
I looked at her in cold: “Then ask you yourself. I’m sorry.
If it wasn’t for her, I would never have had anything to do with her.
“You don’t know what he did to me when he locked me in there. I can’t live a normal life anymore. It’s all your fault! I’m sorry.
She pulled a lighter out of her pocket, threw it on the floor of gasoline, and the bear started to burn my eyeball.
“Song Yeon, die!”
When he turned around and came to the door, a shadow came out of the door and threw him into the fire.
I can’t believe I’ve been out there for more than a month.
And he came and cut the rope from me with a knife, and whispered, “Yeon-yeon, go.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t look at him, and I didn’t turn my head back to the door.
After me, my voice was squeaky: “These days I’ve been out in hiding, and I’ve been through a lot of pain, but even together, there’s not one tenth of your helplessness. I’m sorry.
“Yon Yeon, I know I did something wrong, and I will redeem myself — with my life and the life of Jiangko. I’m sorry.
I didn’t look back, I never looked back.
The screams of Jiangko came from behind, followed by the sound of something falling down.
That night, the flaming flame of the bear rose half the night sky.
The fire truck arrived and, after putting out the fire, only two people were found inside.
Eko’s body, and the guacamole, which was burned with no good meat, had only a breath.
The parents of Jiangk and Miyen are going crazy and asking the police to dispose of me, but the investigation proves that both the gasoline and the lighter were bought by Jiangk and had nothing to do with me.
The Qiu Yuan was taken to hospital and could not be saved to prevent his wounds from pulsing, and was finally sprung into his bed, swallowing his last breath.
I never went to see him.
It is true that Meng Qinghua sent me a message: “I heard that Jiangko and Miyon are dead. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Ayan, can I be your friend again? I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer, I just deleted his best friend.
But maybe it’s really some strange cause and effect.
A few days after I deleted him, I saw news on the news about Mon Qinghua.
He was hit by a car on his way to work part-time as a tutor, and his eyes were croaked at the corner of the flower and he never saw the light.
I was silent for a moment and turned off the news.
Yesterday’s day was not allowed.
The burden of my life, which was in the past, and which I could not breathe, was finally lifted at this moment.
The next day must be my ordinary but best dream life.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
