The day the seniors came out, the class was betting on which vocational school I would go to.
I was crouching in front of the village, and I just got one in the crowd. “The man I licked for three years moved out to talk.
Three months later, I kicked the male gods out of the cadres in front of all the students at the Qinghua University for a new term.
01
I was crouching down at the village entrance to check on my cell phone.
I couldn’t remember my test number, so I was going to go to the group and ask the captain, and it just came out.
“Song Qing is a great man. I’m sorry.
I slipped up, and I saw someone pasting Song’s grades, and there was a bunch of complimentary voices down there.
Song Qing is the god of our school, and he’s so handsome and good-looking, and he owns a hotel.
A list of topics for a permanent campus forum top 1.
But every time someone exaggerates, then there’s one innocent person I’m gonna be dragged on.
Just because I’ve been hitting Song Zhong since I was high, I’m going to lick the dog to its full.
I’m sure the new news is on the screen and someone’s already talking about me.
“Who knows what Xu Zhou has done?” I’m sorry.
“He lives in Sancaca and doesn’t even have a smart phone. She’s probably still borrowing her cell phone to check her grades. I’m sorry.
I watched the news, shaking hands.
Shit, is this a surveillance at the entrance to our village?
“What difference does it make if you don’t check her for college? I’m sorry.
“She can’t afford to go to college, she’ll have to go to college to learn her skills and marry her later in the village. I’m sorry.
So, there was a heated discussion about whether I was going to study hairdressing or nursing massages.
I’m so sorry. “Click sent.”
It’s been turning for a couple of seconds, and the last thing we need is a red exclamation mark!
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
Next second, the system alerts:
“You have been SY removed from the group chat. I’m sorry.
“…”
02
SY is Song Xian’s online name, and I’ve seen it dozens of times, and it’s already in DNA.
But I’ve always refused to add his best friend.
I can’t help but wonder if you’ve been waiting for 10 minutes for my friend.
I don’t even want to look into it. I gave my phone back to the impatient boss’s wife, I took the dust and got up and went home.
At that time, a broken garbage truck behind me, as if it was going to disperse, drove to the entrance of the village.
It was my dad who collected the garbage back.
My dad’s been collecting garbage for almost 20 years.
When teachers ask other parents about their careers, they are doctors, employers and shopkeepers.
I’m the only one who honestly said my dad was a garbage collector.
So I was mocked for over a decade.
Such ridicule translates into violence at school in high school.
The words “poor, stinking, trash” have been on my side since I was a child.
Every time someone talks about Song Zhen, they say he licks his dog and picks up garbage.
As if I were the stain of his life.
It’s no wonder Song Yi hates me.
My dad came down from the garbage truck and showed me a big smile, and then touched a box out of his dirty jacket pocket.
“What is this?”
“The phone, I think the kids in Chungking have this. I’m sorry.
I put it in, and the face of the box was a big silver apple sign, and as soon as it opened, the peak blue blinded my eyes.
Where’d my dad get the latest apples? Are you kidding me?
I experimented with it. As the animation unfolded, I was sure!
It’s a real apple phone or the best.
When I was staring at him, my father slowly pulled a dozen keys out of the bag and put them in his hand.
“Look what city you want to report. We have a house. I’m sorry.
He said, “If not, we can buy it now.” I’m sorry.
“…”
03
In a broken brick house, I looked at my father and said, “Isn’t our family poor? I’m sorry.
“Who told you that our family is poor?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Look at the house we live in, and you give me only $200 a month and never buy me anything.” I’m sorry.
My father was even more confused: “I don’t think you’d like to live here and you’ve never asked me for any change. I’m sorry.
That’s good.
If I hadn’t seen his insolent mouth, I would’ve believed it.
He pretended to be poor!
“Don’t say that. Did you check your grades? I’m sorry.
My father, though uneducated, still cares about me.
So we went to check on our new phone.
In the country, the net is slow, and while waiting, my father wants to comfort me:
“It doesn’t matter if it’s a bad test, we don’t need money, we just go to school and pick up garbage with me…”
The word “receiving garbage” scares me.
He’s not finished. The page’s coming out.
No scores, no rankings.
My father looked at the line on the page, “You’ve reached the top 50 in the province, please ask for details on the 27th day” and took a head-on.
“My daughter, what does that mean? I’m sorry.
I’m proud to stand up to my chest: “The province’s top 50!” I’m sorry.
My father’s face changed. I’m sorry.
I said, “Yes. I’m sorry.
My dad passed out.
Just like my dad pretends to be poor.
I’m a piece of shit.
04
The next day, the schoolmaster called my house and told me to have a reunion.
The place is not so far away from my home.
When I was there, the virulent atmosphere suffocated for a moment, and then they got even more excited.
Did you check your grades? Why don’t you tell everyone in the crowd? I’m sorry.
“How can she talk when she’s kicked out of the crowd by Song Zhen? I’m sorry.
There’s only one person who doesn’t laugh.
On the couch, Song Zhen sat with a drink in front of him, half-headed, dark hair covered his eyes and long legs folded.
Just sitting there at random becomes the focus of the moment.
Seeing my eyes, Song Qing looked up at me and wrinkled his wrinkles.
I was just going to walk in my face and sit down and my cell phone rings.
The sound of the apple cell phone ring in the yard was very gruesome, and everyone stopped talking and staring at the iPhone that I pulled out of the latest money.
“Dad, what’s up?”
“There’s a group of people looking for you at our house, and I told them you were at the farm. They should be driving over now. I’m sorry.
“Who is it?”
Qingbei recruited. I’m sorry.
My dad just finished. Two black cars stopped at the farm’s door.
Two groups of people came down from the car in a hurry and lived like a ghost behind them.
The only grown-up here, our schoolteacher, met him. I’m sorry.
Both sides hand out business cards.
A Qinghua Vice Principal.
A professor from North.
“Song Liu, come here. I’m sorry.
Vice Principal Qinghua stopped the teacher.
Professor North has long necks.
“We’re not looking for Song Zhen. I’m sorry.
Who are you looking for?
In anticipation of all the students watching with doubt, the class director said the same thing:
“Shu Qi, is she here?”
05
I came out of a pile of people and walked in front of everyone’s appalling eyes: “I’m here.” I’m sorry.
Vice-Rector Qinghua grabbed my hand: “I saw you as soon as I came in, it was a little different from others.” I’m sorry.
“I see you’ve got a good bone, you’re a great Northman and you match us.” I’m sorry.
“Come to Qinghua and fulfill your dream!” I’m sorry.
“To the North, to create a happy life! I’m sorry.
I:
Imagine, two half-year-old Mediterranean greasy uncles holding your hand in a rush.
I’m sure everyone thought it was an illusion. After a strange silence, the teacher pulled me out:
“How can Xu Xian succeed in Qinghua? Where are you liars?”
And so did the students:
“Yes, even if you want to cheat, you have to find someone with money. I’m sorry.
The Vice-Chancellor turned a white eye and opened up his photo in front of them, but his face was full of “Look at me, you son of a bitch.”
It’s probably because they don’t make sense that they’re all human beings, and they’re starting to blow me up, and they’re going to be a hundred-year-old humanities at school, and they’re going to be small for a couple.
In the end, they promised me in good faith that all school fees would go out of the country.
My classmates were forced to watch a live version of the Qingbei robbery.
I wasn’t interested in any of this, but I looked at Song Qing and asked him, “Where do you want to report?” I’m sorry.
Song Zheng probably didn’t think I’d ask him, “The dark, dark pupils and I looked at each other for a moment, and we talked, and I didn’t answer.
In his blink, Professor North held Song’s hand with a deep and warm eye:
“Song Liu”? I remember he did well. Was he your boyfriend? You two packed up to double the scholarship. I’m sorry.
“…”
Song Zheng was a proud son of God, and was proud of it for the first time.
That means he’s an accessory to me.
Indeed, Song’s face is cold, and he says, “I’m going to Qinghua.” I’m sorry.
I’ll raise my hand immediately: “I’ll go too. I’m sorry.
06
Professor Kitaru has come and gone and wants to leave.
However, the door was opened and there was a sudden storm.
Our village is poor and a concrete road has not been repaired for two years, so every rainstorm makes the road muddy and the car cannot drive.
Well, we can’t leave. Look at the rain. Song’s face looks like a pot helmet.
Now, I’m ashamed to come forward and comfort myself, and suddenly there’s a bang coming out of my face.
The deputy headmaster’s car came down with a young man who saw a metre, eight and a half, dressed in short black short sleeves and thinned with a tumultuous black hair which was washed out by the rain.
He looks so good, unlike Song Qing’s cold, the young man’s temper is wild.
His wildness was reflected in the car, and he kicked his foot at the door, and then he burst out of the populist, “Oh, shit, this is a place I’ve never wanted to come to! I’m sorry.
“…”
Everyone looked at him, of course, and they didn’t think he was a problem, but they thought he was really handsome.
I looked at him as he blew up, and I laughed, and the kid looked at me, and suddenly came at me.
I went to hide behind Song, and I cried out, “Help me! I’m sorry.
The young man went to Song Qi and passed over him and looked at me: “Come here.” I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to hear it.” I’m sorry.
The young man pinched his nose and said to Song Qi, “Get out of the way. I’m sorry.
The next second, Song Zhen pushed me away and wrinkled my head: “We don’t know each other.” I’m sorry.
The young man took me away, and the Vice-Chancellor frowned, saying, “Stand down the canoe, and do not mess up.” I’m sorry.
The building canoe groaned, and in the eyes of my eyes, it hit my head.
“…”
Kind of childish.
07
It stopped after more than half an hour of rain, but the road to the small road was so muddy that the school bus could not even drive in.
In a situation where people are looking at the rising sun, I ask, “Why don’t I let my dad drive you to the road?” I’m sorry.
They looked at me with hope just after they had said it, more eagerly than they had just learned that I had taken Qinghua’s test.
“Take your dad’s garbage truck? If that’s the case, I’d rather sleep in the farm. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, it’s so remote, but it’s better than a garbage truck. I’m sorry.
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One of them tried to keep me locked up in the ladies’ room and left me in truancy, and one of them liked to put disgusting insect corpses into my table, and contributed an indelible amount to my life of being bullied in high school.
I looked at them and didn’t talk. I took out my phone and called my dad.
And while they were waiting, they found me sung and laughed at my family, as if I could hide the Qinghua.
Even Song can’t hear. He wears headphones frowning.
It’s like finding something funny, with a smile on it: “A garbage truck, no ride, should be fun.” I’m sorry.
He had just finished, and the car was ringing in front of the farm car.
The expected garbage truck did not appear.
Everyone was staring at a Hummer like a giant. H2 The door opened. My father was wearing his garbage-receiving yellow pony armor, washing white jeans and a nine-pack of mail shoes, jumping off the car and waving at me:
“Girl, get in the car!”
08
Our colleagues in the class have a good background, which opens their eyes and, in short, they know the good stuff.
The vehicle was recognized by all as being of great value, and they were excited to step on the dirt left and touch the right, trying to get in the car first, and then taking a photo and a circle of friends.
Only Zhao and Wu Min stood still and looked like they ate flies.
It took 15 minutes from the farm to the mini-road, and my dad sent almost two hours to get most of the students.
Only me, Song Qiang, the tower canoe and the restless Zhao Pi Wu Min.
We didn’t wait ten minutes for that Hummer H2, but we got my dad’s number:
“Girl, the car’s out of gas. I’ll put some gas in. I’m sorry.
Zhao was angry and looked at me and said, “Shu Zhou, you did it on purpose! I’m sorry.
I’m innocent.
It is true that the canoe with its chest says, “Does not know who said that the environment is clear and that one night of stay can die?” I’m sorry.
“…”
I invited them to my house to rest, and Zhao and Wu Mei live in the country.
It was the first time that the building had been built in a country house, and it was curious to look around, and suddenly crouched down and pulled out the black card on the foot of my table.
“Shu, you take the building’s private black card table and foot?” I’m sorry.
I took a scrunch and asked him what he meant.
The building canoe looks at me like I’m a fool. I’m sorry.
My dad gave it to me when I was so tall that I thought he wanted me to save my dowry.
Imagine that I’ve spent $200 a month on living expenses, and I’ve been grateful for not starving to death, so I’m ashamed to bring it to the table.
Not bad.
I carefully put my card in my pocket, a rich woman’s sense of satisfaction that is born.
09
At that time, the desk was tilted, a notebook slipped out, the building was quickly caught in the eyes, and a few pages were turned around.
And suddenly he smiled with a cold smile, and he cried out with his notebook: “Why does he frown all the time, on March 15th, clear, and see Song Zhen again today? Why is he frowning? I’m sorry.
That’s what Song Zhen heard.
I sat up in the middle of a dying disease and jumped up and grabbed a diary from the head of the building.
The boat stabbed me in the arm and asked, “Do you like Song Zhen?” I’m sorry.
I took the tail of my eye and I said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.
Unfortunately, he didn’t react. He walked in cold.
“That’s it. “How come your diary hasn’t been written since March 18th?” I’m sorry.
My face was stuck for a moment.
But Song Zhen looked up and looked straight at me, wrinkled and loosed his eyebrow, and suddenly groaned his breath.
March 18th, Song Zhen’s eighteenth birthday.
It was a little more rain that day, and Song Zheng had a birthday party at KTV, and I ran three blocks for him with six months of savings.
And then I fell in the alley behind KTV, and the umbrella broke, and the rain was pouring on me, and my knee was full of blood, and I struggled to get up.
But I didn’t get up, even if I got up, and I was too weak to show up in front of him.
It’s funny and pathetic for me to be in the middle of a wall under a spotlight with stars.
“It’s none of your business. I’m sorry.
“I see you’re very optimistic. I’m sorry.
“Go away. I’m sorry.
10
No. 27, my seniors are out, and I’m at the top of the list with 732.
The principal came to my house with his hand, and took my father’s hand, and said, “It’s a great honor for our school.” I’m sorry.
“It’s Xu Zhu’s.” I’m sorry.
The headmaster gave me 100,000 scholarships and put my picture on the school bulletin board.
As if all school leaders were on a mysterious mission, they were solemnly placing pictures.
But I didn’t think my picture was on it.
Below is a photograph of Xu Zhu, who was late on several occasions and did not wear school uniforms, who violated school rules and issued a special report of criticism.
Headmaster:
They changed criticism to good news and told me how fast.
They then invited the same students to come to school, boasting about me in front of the school and asking everyone to shout slogans.
I:
After listening to my inspirational stories, the parents looked at me in a way that looked at the children of others, and the parents of the same class asked their ears:
“Huh? Weren’t we in the same class? Why don’t you ask more questions? How can you have a face? I’m sorry.
Eleven.
At the end of August, my father opened a gun at the village entrance and took me to the suite in Beijing overnight.
On the Internet, the heat of the #American dollar # is rising on the microblog, while my home is being stripped clean.
Seriously, they didn’t know my dad was so rich, they opened more than 30 waste dumps all over the country, and they couldn’t say a word about it.
The kids who used to sneer at me started rubbing me online, hanging out with my town’s ip, pop, giving their student IDs and speaking on social platforms.
“She didn’t study very well at Hsu High School, and she was all gifted. I’m sorry.
It’s not true. I actually pick the lights every night.
“And she was beautiful, kind and humble, and everyone was too humble to speak to her. I’m sorry.
It’s not true. Nobody’s actually talking to me.
“Is she really rich? Then she’s too low-key. She even wants to bargain with the lady. I’m sorry.
It’s true. My pocket money can’t afford something as luxury as tea eggs.
But then Zhao Zhao Zhou and Wu Moi’s bullying of my school was blown up.
The network groups are mostly young and have a strong relationship to bullying.
They picked up their keyboards and fought at the front line of the cyberstorm.
The cursing, the P, the relics, the flesh, and the team that came to their house and spilled black dog blood…
But one day, Zhao Zhao couldn’t stand it, so he called me and asked me for clarification online.
And I sat in front of the computer, and in front of it was the diary.
It contains a detailed account of all their bullying against me since 2019.
2019.9.2 On the first day of school, Zhao Zhao put me in the toilet and let me climb down from her crotch or else I would have taken my uniform.
2019.11.12, Wu Pei put a rotten apple in my desk. It stinks. The teacher told me to get out of here.
2020.3.15, they locked me in the storage room, and I was scared.
2020.6.10, they spit in my food, which cost me one tenth of my living, and it’s all gone.
I don’t know.
12
Seeing that I did not speak, Zhao cried with his cry: “Shu Qi, I beg you, speak! I’m sorry.
I put together the diary: “Please, do I help?” I’m sorry.
Jo Jo asked me what I meant.
We said, “Did I not beg you when you poured dirty water on me and pressed the cigarette on my back and tore my work?” I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
We said, ‘You are sorry, but you will never hear it.’ I’m sorry.
Zhao was in a state of panic, but he did not notice what was wrong in my speech, but he begged me to let her go.
Who’s gonna let me go?
I hung up on the phone and quickly blacked her out.
Cyberstorms continue to fertilise, and netizens have gone up to social problems, and even the famous V has written about school violence and called for a firm rejection of bullying.
Taking advantage of this heat, many students who have experienced or are experiencing violence in schools have published their stories.
This time, they were no longer afraid, they stood in the light and they felt the power they had never seen before.
In this exciting atmosphere, I started school.
Well, hero life is so simple.
On the day of the start of school, the University of Qinghua had a world of unprecedented glory, and the redeemed netizens had come to thank me, standing in line to shake my hand.
And there’s some kind of hot-wired net coming to me for a photo shoot, like I’m a tourist attraction.
Thirty-eight degrees of sun, my heart cools to zero.
“Sho, where’s this cos wax? I’m sorry.
The sound of the scaffolding, the next second, pulls me out of the smoky red.
I was moved by the tears, and I asked him, “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
The building can only say, “Let’s go to school.” I’m sorry.
I can’t believe it. “You’re Qinghua too? I’m sorry.
Maybe my face was so obvious that he stung his eyes, put his hand out to my head, saw my face all red, and my fingers turned to scratch my nose.
Song Zhong, wearing a white shirt, entered the school door faceless.
The word “sweet” in a cold-sweet twirling twirling through my ears.
13
I turned to Song Qian, explaining, “The building can help me, I’m not a light man.” I’m sorry.
Song Qiang didn’t speak, he moved on, and he was very fast and didn’t wait for me.
And I followed him with my suitcase very reluctantly, but I followed him with stubbornness: “Song Qi, through my e-mail, I have something to say to you.”
Why do you hate me so much?
“Are you shy and embarrassed? I’m sorry.
“…”
The silent Song Zhen finally became unbearable, turned around and said, “Stop following me.” I’m sorry.
I was standing there and rubbing a sweat on my face. I stopped following.
Because it’s the boys’ dorm. I can’t fucking get in.
The month of September was still one of great heat, which was particularly intense during military training, usually half an hour in the sun, so that people could become enviable.
I’m not even close to Song Qian, but I’m not far away. I go to Song Qian for a break.
Of course, most of the time he’s not hot for me.
Licking a dog is a matter of dignity, and I grabbed Song Qing and asked him what he was doing.
Just now, they laughed at a few boys:
“Song Liu, your little licking dog is back again. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng didn’t deny it, holding an empty glass in his hand, looking at the playground with empty eyes.
Then another man took a picture of me, and said, “You suck a dog and his glass is empty. Do you not know to buy him a bottle of water?” I’m sorry.
I asked him, “Now? But we’re about to gather. I’m sorry.
The male said, “Do you have patience with your male god’s thirst for training? Aren’t you afraid he’ll faint? I’m sorry.
It was a serious problem, so I got up and ran to the commissary.
I was too late for my sweat and I stood by the line with water and was reprimanded for more than half an hour.
At the end of the day, someone ended the middle of the training and the instructor gave me 10 laps around the playground.
14
I was running, and the boys were laughing.
I can’t hear what they’re saying. I think I’m talking about how I lick people in the world.
Song Zheng stood next to me with the water I bought and finally didn’t come.
But when I ran the third lap, the bon voyage grabbed my arm, and he was wearing a black short sleeve, biting a popsicle in his mouth and dragged me to the side and asked me if I was crazy.
I was sweating, and I looked green at the popsicle, which he only bit.
“A bite? I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
He continued, “Eat, I only bit the top, and eat what is below.” I’m sorry.
Just now, I bit him on the popsicle.
The heart cools, the heart flies.
He laughed at me and said, “You’re so…
I didn’t hear anything, so the teacher came and said to me, “I don’t listen.”
I’m also a pig who doesn’t want to burn, and asked him, “What can you do to me?” I’m sorry.
And the teacher’s face was as green as a camouflage dress, and he dragged me to the principal’s office, and I had to ask him to punish you today. I’m sorry.
So I was taken away by the instructor.
The ship offered to help, and I refused.
In the office, the headmaster, with his glasses on his face, had heard the teacher’s account of Yanton’s frustration and had a cup of tea: “Yes, it should be punished.” I’m sorry.
I’m very proud of you.
The headmaster went on to say, “But the penalty is for you, Mr. Zhang, who has received normal training, but you have physically punished the students. What if our Qinghua school is a pillar of the future?” I’m sorry.
Instructor:
The headmaster made an announcement: “You are disqualified and you can go.” I’m sorry.
Zhang’s face was as high as his face, and he left with a great deal of pressure, and his front leg was gone and his headmaster’s back was closed.
“Good boy, did Godfather just act all right? I’m sorry.
His father is Vice Principal Qinghua.
My godfather, is Principal Qinghua.
15
The new instructor should have heard of my great achievements, not only for me, but also for me on the last day of military training.
The heat of the network and my unswerving pursuit of Song Zhen has raised my profile in the new generation.
Everyone shouted my name, and then listened to me in silence to finish a song called “The Feeding of Love.”
After hearing my song, he went back for three days and had a nightmare.
The people who were closest to me laughed at me, “My grandmother didn’t die when she was breathing. I’m sorry.
I’d like to take this opportunity to tell Song Qian.
I consciously looked at him, under a bright street light in the playground, and Song Zheng leaned down on his legs and put his arms on his legs, looking at me for a moment.
His eyes were dark, and he unwittingly dazzled a silence.
The sound of the song is on the radio, “attention” echoes in a big playground, and everyone boils.
I smiled at Song Qian, and I started dancing with music in the red river, in the north and south.
And no one thought I would dance until the music was stuck, and then I jumped out of faith, and the playground was full of “Damn.”
Under a tree not far, the leaves ring, and a bottle of Coke in the hands of the building canoe, until the ice melted, he did not drink any more.
This day, September 22, 2022.
I only see Song Yi.
And after this hot summer night, a teenager secretly loved me for years.
16
After the military training, I became more famous because of the dance, and I was invited to join them by the Arts Minister of the Student Council.
I wanted to say no, but she mysteriously drew out a registration form and said to me, “Song Zheng also applied and has already passed the written test.” I’m sorry.
I asked her when the interview took place and the Minister said that after the Fourth of July, I thought about it.
The Minister of Arts and Arts pulled me in, and a lot of people warmly welcomed me and wanted me to send a red bag.
I sent it, three seconds later the red bag was emptied, and the Lord of Luck was the ship.
I asked him why he was at the student conference and told me that he was a vice president.
I couldn’t stand it. I had a smile on my hand.
I was asked what I meant.
And I said, ‘Your father is the Vice-Chancellor, and you are the Vice-Chancellor, and your family is in trouble with the Vice-Chancellor. I’m sorry.
The building canopy:
The next thing you know, I thought I was kicked out again.
I looked at the building and set me up as an administrator.
I asked him, “What do you mean?” I’m sorry.
“You’ll be my little brother from now on, so help me organize the meeting.” I’m sorry.
I’d rather die, and the slamming canoe squeezed on me, and finally there was nothing I could do, and he promised me to eat the ribs of the crib.
We moved quickly, after school at noon, to the canteen, and on the side of the canoes, I threw all the ribs into my bowl.
I ate the fragrance, and suddenly I was told not to look up, but I looked to the east and saw Song Qi and a girl walking with me.
They were very close, and Song Qing was carrying her plate.
And the ship said: I told you not to look up. I’m sorry.
I laughed at my chops, and at the moment when my head was down, Song Zhen looked at me, wrinkled, and said nothing.
17
Soon after the military training, the country holiday took place, and high school reunions took place, and the captain deliberately dragged me into the group and set me up as an administrator and evened me with Song.
The venue of the meeting was the KTV of the Song Zhong Bargain.
I’ve never been to a party like this before, but most of the time I’ve been left in the corner, and I’m no better than Song Zhen.
A girl asked me, “Do you sing?” I’m sorry.
Song Qian looked at her strangely, and the girl received his eyes and asked him, “What, do you want to sing?” I’m sorry.
Song’s lips were about to be rejected, and the girl had put her microphone in his hand and tried to speak again, and the acoustic sound had been sounded.
It’s Chen Jin-hyun’s “For Love” and Song-hyun’s voice is low.
“You can’t sing that love anymore, and you’ll hide from it.”
I sing like ten husbands who run away, but their faces are full of words.
The door of the box was opened, and the canopy of the building leaned on the door, and I couldn’t rest until I had finished singing: “O Zhu Zhou, you have come to save Wang Hee-feng.” I’m sorry.
I yelled at him and I ask him how he got here.
He pointed to the next door: “Do you want to join me for a few days while I’m with my dad?” I’m sorry.
I’m in some kind of revolutionary friendship with the building, and I’m just about to say that Song Zheng suddenly dropped the microphone and made a big noise.
In my confused eyes, Song Qiang stood up to the boys who were drinking and asked them for a cup.
He was asked, “Did you not drink? I’m sorry.
That’s true, I’ve never seen Song Zhen drink, but now he’s silently drinking one after the other. If he hadn’t seen his tight eyebrow, I thought he had a good drink.
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I used to feel so proud, but it was the first time I saw him.
Yes, I’m sorry, he’s got a sad breath on his body right now that infected everyone, and they don’t sing anymore and drink with Song.
The girl next to me was called Little Spirit, and I asked her, “What’s wrong with Song? I’m sorry.
She probably didn’t expect the Provincial Council to speak to her on its own initiative, but after a little excitement she whispered, “Mother Song died when he was seven years old, today is her death.” I’m sorry.
I’m astonished that these girls are as much of a bastard as they know it.
At 11:00 in the middle of the night, the boys were so drunk that they called their families from far away and went straight home.
Only Song Qi is lying in the corner of the sofa with one hand tied to the eyelids and breathing evenly.
I swung my hand in front of him, and Song was whispering, “Shu, stay away from me.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t listen. I sat down and asked him, “Did anyone come to pick you up?” I’m sorry.
Song Zhen said: “No. I’m sorry.
And I said, “Where’s your father?” I’m sorry.
Song Zheng said, “Be busy. I’m sorry.
The drunk Song Zhen is still cold, but strangely good, asking for answers.
My heart was softened, and I pulled him up, and said, “Go, I will take you home.” I’m sorry.
Song Qing looked thin and weighted, and he sat on the couch on top of it, shaking his head: “I have no home.” I’m sorry.
And I sat with him patiently: “How is it that everyone has a home?” I’m sorry.
Song Zhong continued shaking his head: “No, I did not.” I’m sorry.
His long eyelashes were shaking and fragile, and I asked him why he didn’t.
Then Song Zhen closed his eyes and there were tears flashing in his eyes: “You women are evil.” I’m sorry.
I said, “What do you mean? I’m sorry.
It’s still going up to physical assault.
The twinkling in Song’s eyes fell out of control, and his throat rolled, and his voice was like, “Be happy, and leave.” I’m sorry.
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I’d like to ask you something, but Song’s lips are dead.
We sat quietly for a while, and I suddenly remembered one thing: “Why did you kick me out of the group the day Song Zheng came out? I’m sorry.
Song Zhen turned over: “Because it’ll be all right. I’m sorry.
And I frowned, and this is a sign of my trust, and I used it to comfort myself.
But I really don’t understand how that got him.
And Song Qi said, “My mother used to say this to me when she was with me, and the women who say this are liars. I’m sorry.
I said, “So don’t you agree that that’s why I trust my friends? I’m sorry.
I waited for half a day to answer, and when I looked at him, I fell asleep.
I’d like to come and send a message to the building, but I’m not sure I’ve got a chance to talk to the students.
And at 1:00 a.m. We said in the crowd, “Come fast next door.” I’m sorry.
It’s too late to pull back, because the canoe answered me: “Well, wait. I’m sorry.
There were three smiles in the back.
Thirty seconds later, the silent crowd came up with countless “? I’m sorry.
On the 7th of the Fourth of July, the Vice-President of Qinghua and the women of the arts had to say two or three things.
I’ve got a cold wind on my body.
A drunk man came to me like he didn’t have eyes, and the building canoe pulled me over, and the man didn’t go on.
I’m shaking.
The ship found out, asked me what happened.
I watched the drunk disappear and took a deep breath and said it was okay.
How can it be okay.
The memory of the 18th day of March came to me, pouring me down like a tide, and I suffocated, struggling and suffocating.
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I was supposed to climb the mountain, but the next day it rained.
Rain always reminds people of bad things, and I’m restless in my diary, and my fingers are stuck on the 18th of March, and I can’t feel my bones white.
I left a phone call on the table, but he didn’t contact me by 10:00 in the morning.
I went through the tweets and the cadres had blown up.
I’ve been talking to them all night.
I had a private chat and he took a picture of me in the dark alley.
I sent out a question mark and a video from the building canoe.
In the video, he was wearing raincoats, his black hair was wet, his handsome face was not looking at the light, but his eyes were bright.
I asked him, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
The building canoe said, “I want to see what’s scary about seeing you shivering in this alley last night. Don’t hang up the video tonight. I have to cure your illness.” I’m sorry.
He thinks I’m sick and I think he’s sick.
But when I looked in the alley behind him, I laughed, “Do you really want to help me?” I’m sorry.
“There’s nothing you can’t do about it.” I’m sorry.
We said, “Then come to my house first. I’m sorry.
Since the exams, my father has given me all the keys to the property throughout the country, and I live in a house in Chongqing City.
The ship came very quickly, and I took a bunch of cosmetics and smiled and greeted him.
Two hours later, the ship looked in the mirror at the black-haired and hypocritical face of its own in its uniform, covered in black wires.
“It’s beautiful! I’m sorry.
“Do you want to die?” I’m sorry.
I admired his face, and I had to say that the ship was so beautiful that it smelled like a pure woman.
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Half an hour later, we came back in the alley behind KTV with two umbrellas, and I packed the dress for the building, compared to a gas gesture.
The first time I was a big girl in a dress, I was so nervous I couldn’t walk away, and I asked, “Are you sure this is gonna work?” I’m sorry.
I filmed him, “Please, you can’t trust my IQ. I’m sorry.
“In that business, man, help you this time.” I’m sorry.
I went to the alley and covered myself up.
In order to ensure that calls for help, such as the building canoe, are heard and not found by others.
At 2:00 a.m., a man walks around in the alley, carrying a bottle and losing his mind.
And the canoe just happened to be there, alone in a long, silent alley.
There was only one high-sized student girl in the ink of the drunk’s vision, who had a big heart and was heading for the building.
I crouched in the alley and looked at the time on the phone.
It’s been 10 minutes. Why haven’t you called me yet?
While I was thinking about it, the sound of a ship’s rage came out of the alley: “Damn your ass! I’m sorry.
When I ran over, the building boat was crushing a drunk on the floor.
I:
We called the police when he was out, and the police came quickly, and we went to the police station to take a statement.
When I questioned the drunk, I said, unwittingly: “Shall I see that he wanders around here often, and is he a repeat offender?” I’m sorry.
The drunk man had the guts to drink and said, “No, I tried to invade a high school girl six months ago, but I failed.” I’m sorry.
The problem has become serious, the police have been interrogated cold and the drunk have had to confess.
At the end of the day, he said, “What kind of bird can a girl get in and out of KTV? I really didn’t do anything. I’m sorry.
I kicked him through the table in front of him just after he had spoken.
In the shocking eyes of all, I jumped on a drunk and gave him a hard and hard education.
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I beat him up for three minutes before people came back, and they pulled me out of the way, and the canoe calmed me.
But I did get a little upset at the station, and the police didn’t give me a good look and yelled at me, “Call your parents!” I’d like to see what kind of parent has taught such a lawless daughter! I’m sorry.
Now I’m calm and ask him, “Are you sure? I’m sorry.
The officer was impatient to say, “Are you sure, hurry up? I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. Half an hour later, a black Land Rover parked in front of the police station, and the man in his back bursting in, “Where is he?” I’m sorry.
The officer saw him waking, and then he smiled: “Chief Zhou, what’s the matter with you?” I’m sorry.
Commissioner Zhou sweeps around, eyes are on me, a frown canopy is in front of me.
Chief Zhou pulled him off: “Get out of the way. I’m sorry.
The ship said, “I won’t let it.” I’m sorry.
Chief Zhou looked at him and said, “You son of a bitch, why don’t you let him? I’m sorry.
The ship went on and said, “What have you come for me?” I’m sorry.
Director Zhou laughed and groaned at me, saying, “How long has it been since Zhou Zhou Zhou Qian Qianxi Qian, who is so afraid to leave home? I’m sorry.
The building canoe: ?
“Who’s Sunday Snow?” he says. I’m sorry.
Commissioner Chow pointed at me and said, “My daughter. I’m sorry.
The ship looked at me, and looked at him, and I could not believe: “Is she not Xu Zhi?” I’m sorry.
Director Zhou noded her head: “She’s Xu Zhu, she’s a snowman, she’s my daughter.” I’m sorry.
I don’t think I’ve turned around.
And the police officers who waited for me to be educated:
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I pointed to the police officer and said to Commissioner Zhou, “Dad, he said he wanted to see what kind of parents taught me such a daughter. I’m sorry.
Director Zhou said, “Do I teach you anything? I’m sorry.
Officer: “…” He really didn’t think the police were really home.
The next day, the story of the bravery of me and the tower was spread.
Our foster father wears us little red flowers.
The Chongqing Daily was aware of the news and dedicated a section to my story, from my high-level character to the fact that I am not only good but also good in character.
There’s nothing about my foster father being the director.
As soon as the news came out, local officials blew up, and everyone wrote that the drunk had a long history.
Turns out he didn’t just like dirty schoolgirls, he was a domestic rapist.
His wife was humiliated and tried to divorce him, but he was unable to get out of bed, and she asked for help, but they thought it was a quarrel between the spouses.
Women were desperate, but they learned that drunks had been arrested, that they were living in hope and that they had bought a bunch of gifts to thank me the next day.
I told her I had sent her away, and as soon as I turned to the canoe to stand at my door, he had a head taller than me and looked at me with a nostrils.
I asked him, “What’s the wind? I’m sorry.
And the ship gnawed on its teeth: Will you not explain to me the week, and the light, and the snow?
And We covered his mouth and said, “Stop it, you come in.” I’m sorry.
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When I was five years ago, my father went to collect garbage, and my mother took me and my twin sister to buy food, and I was taken away while she was busy cutting prices for 50 cents.
A few times, I was sold to a man and wife who were unable to bear children in Beijing, who had just been bought less than a week before the violent husband had killed his wife.
The foster father found me in a blood-stained house and took me back to Zhou.
This is 13 years old.
Zhou’s husband and wife were very nice to me, but I knew I was a foster daughter, so I tried to learn, compete for the best, and repay them with excellent grades and understanding.
In March, the foster father came to Chongqing and on the night of the 18th, I went to Chiang Road and accidentally saved Xu Zheng.
Although a man has been rescued, she has become a vegetable since she became weak in her sense of survival.
I look at this young girl, who almost looks exactly like me, and I wonder why she chose to be young.
Her… our father, if he knew, how sad.
So I returned to the village instead of Xu Qi.
I turned on her diary and saw the dusty past.
Those who are buried in the sun are in danger of passing along with the rivers, dirty, shivering past.
She’s a very boring girl, and her diary is written like a documentary.
But only Song Zhen, is her daydream.
After listening to my explanation, the Qinghuang looked at him and said, “So you passed for Qinghua?” I’m sorry.
I noded: “She wrote in her diary that she wanted to be at the same university as Song Jin Cai, and I investigated him for his good grades, and Qingbei was stable.” I’m sorry.
“So you don’t like Song Yi? I’m sorry.
How did I see a little joy in his face?
I said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.
Then he asked, “How did you beat him up?” I’m sorry.
We said: “The Xu Qi is pleased with him. I’m sorry.
Who called Song Qing is all she wants.
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On the morning of my return to Beijing, I took the tower canoe to the hospital, and after all, I had to rely on him for my service.
I pushed Xu’s wheelchair to the garden, and she looked like she was asleep, and looked at her face, and I looked at myself in the world.
I sat next to her and talked to her.
“The sister of the man who bullied you has avenged you, the man who tried to invade you has gone to prison, you want to be in the same university as Song Jincai, and your sister has done it for you. As long as you’re worried about Dad’s problems, he’s happier than anyone else, and now he’s planning to go abroad to play.” I’m sorry.
I look up at the sky and I can’t breathe: “But I can’t do this. I’m sorry.
After KTV that night, Song Zheng was more prepared for me, and if the news doesn’t come back, every time I see it, I hide.
And when the ship came to us, and saw us, he took a hard look and shook his head: “No.” I’m sorry.
I asked him, “What? I’m sorry.
The ship said, “You two are not like each other.” I’m sorry.
“How come my father didn’t even split it. I’m sorry.
“You are more beautiful.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Go away. I’m sorry.
That’s a lot of nerve.
We sat with Xu Qian all morning and flew back to Beijing this afternoon.
Song Zhong was a day ahead of us.
So, as soon as we got back to school, we heard gossip about him flying in the sky, saw me, and they saw sympathy in their eyes.
After all, it’s been a while since I licked Song Zheng.
And one of the girls mocked me and said, “It’s been three years since he’s been chasing him, and he’s known for a month. I’m sorry.
I’m full of questions.
Until he saw Song Qian and a girl walk out of the cafeteria and in the shadows of the early autumn of October, he seriously looked for her to remove the leaves from her hair.
“…”
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Song Qing is in love. I should have fallen in love. But, on the contrary, I live as I should every day.
But everyone thought I was miserable, had not licked for three years and had been dug up by my roommate.
Yes, my roommate, Chiang Ling.
I slept with her every day, but I didn’t know when she was going to be well with Song.
Since they talked to each other, I’ve noticed that the big Qinghua campus has become crowded and that it took us 10 minutes to make an occasional encounter with him, and now we can meet anywhere.
After one of the public classes, someone suddenly went mad at me in the classroom, and I was hit on the door and she fell down and cried.
I didn’t see it. Song Qi came and pushed me, saying, “How can you be so vicious?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but the girl on the floor was raised by Song Qian, and I saw her clearly.
It was in the middle of the class that Song Zheng called me to leave with Chiang Ling, but more and more students came.
Some of them know the truth, but instead of scolding Song Zhong, who blames me, they come to mock the innocent.
I grabbed Song Zhong’s arm and said, “Come with me and look into the surveillance.” I’m sorry.
Song frowned and threw away my hand, and Chiang Ling laughed at me: “Do you think your father owns the school? You want to check it? I’m sorry.
Her words made me realize that this was not an ordinary accident, but rather that she had a plan to frame.
You can’t even check school surveillance.
But I’m sorry.
The principal is my father.
Godfather is father too.
So, in the principal’s office, the godfather, after listening to me, was at the table, and he didn’t even let me write the application, which meant he had to check it out.
The content of the surveillance has been drawn up, and it has made me feel that the school is rich and that even the surveillance is so clear.
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The next day, the punishment of Chiang Ling’s ill-inspiring classmates came down.
They looked at Song Zheng’s ugly face for a long time and asked me, “You’re not afraid of Song Zheng’s anger? I’m sorry.
I said, “So what? I’m not even mad at him.
He said, ‘I hate you, and ignore you.’ I’m sorry.
I turned my eyes and thought they were elementary school kids.
And he asked me, “Do you really not like Song Qi?” I’m sorry.
We said: “Why should I rob others of men? I’m sorry.
I’m not sure if it’s Xu Qian, but I’m a snowman on Sunday.
I said that just as Song was passing by, and he was dazzled, and I didn’t know he heard.
Monday, the second week is a new election for student cadres, and I’m eager to go in the back door in the morning.
I heard my great deeds and raised my thumbs, and I smiled and looked up and saw Song’s eyes turning into real anger.
This is a small number of people who would have come to me on their own initiative.
He stood before me and looked down at me: “You disgust me. I’m sorry.
I: ?
“What am I sick of?”
SONG JUNG SLEEPS: “Speaks like me, but he flirts with others every time in front of me. I’m sorry.
I asked him, “Can we not?” I’m sorry.
Son of a bitch.
I laughed, “Who am I laughing at when you’re not with me, and who am I laughing at? And who am you to whom I am in love with, and who are you to whom you first fall in love? I’m sorry.
I can’t take up the pit without shit. Of course I didn’t say that.
Song Zheng looked at me for a long time and left me unkindly.
I cried behind him, “No more elections, no more.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t pay attention to me. I started talking, and he was kicked out of the student council with his cell phone.
If you don’t, don’t take your place.
Three seconds later, the group blew up the pot.
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When I returned to the dormitory this afternoon, and Chiang Ling was there, and I looked up and saw nothing, it was rather embarrassing, so I took the opportunity to move from the dormitory to the small suite outside.
The day after the move, the next neighbour knocked on the door, and I opened the door and saw the face of the squawk laughing.
He leaned to the door and said, “Did you fall in love with me? I’m sorry.
I banged the door and told him to fuck off.
I can do my homework while I’m lying in bed, just to cook for myself.
One day in November, I woke up with a circle of friends: “I’d like to eat the sugary ribs of the canteen.” I’m sorry.
“Come to my house and eat ribs.” I’m sorry.
I replied quickly: “Really? You packed back? I’m sorry.
“No, I’ll cook for you.” I’m sorry.
I:
Though not seductive, I was lazy and wearing slippers without even brushing my hair.
But I regretted it when I walked into his house and watched the colour belt and the deafening happy birthday.
And the canoe approached me with a whisper, saying, “It’s a birthday, and it’s your birthday.” I’m sorry.
I was only five years old when I was abducted. How can I remember my birthday?
I was pushed by him in a birthday hat in front of the cake, and my eyes fell on me.
Among them are Song Qing and Chiang Ling, who sit together and seem very close.
I asked them what to do.
She said she wanted to come.
He’s very nice, and he’s invited his friends, but he’s warmed up a few times, and he’s playing games with them and drinking, and he’s drunk for a while.
I went on the balcony, and there were footsteps, and I turned around and saw Chiang staring at me.
“What are you doing?” “If I was torn, I wouldn’t be there.
When Chiang Ling saw me for half a minute, he began to cry and said, “Song Qi doesn’t love me at all. He is with me because of you. I know it. I’m sorry.
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Chiang Ling was probably drunk, and he was crying to tell me how Song Qing asked me through her, how she had taken the opportunity to make an offer, and Song Qing had just refused to do it, and then suddenly had to go after her.
When she said that, Song Qing was standing not far away and listening quietly.
Chiang Ling was not embarrassed, and Song Zheng seemed not to be embarrassed, but I grabbed the ground with my toes, and a soup was torn out.
She just fell asleep and left Song and I staring.
I pointed to Chiang Ling and said, “You’re not taking her away?” I’m sorry.
“I brought her here today to apologize. I’m sorry.
I said no, go home.
Song Qing drank a little, was not drunk, but looked at me and said, “Sorry, I’m sorry about high school. I’m sorry.
I watched him quietly.
Song was wrinkled and frowned: “My mother and father had a bad marriage, and my mother had a post-natal depression, and I was sick, and I hated her when I was a kid, and I wanted her to die until I was five, and she jumped off the balcony in front of me. I’m sorry.
And I frowned with my consciousness, and Song went on and said, “She was a liar, and she always told me when she was awake that she would be well, that she would take me to the sea and go to the playground, and that I was her baby, and that she was the most proud.” I’m sorry.
His eyelashes are shaking and his voice is already a little dumb: She lied to me, so I didn’t believe in women’s words since I was a kid. I’m sorry.
And I nod and said: I understand. I’m sorry.
As Song Qi was about to relax, I went on to say, “But I will not forgive you, Song Qi.” I’m sorry.
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Song Qing asked me, painfully, why I thought about it, turning back and flipping his diary.
He looked at it in silence, white as a piece of paper, and he opened his mouth and said nothing.
We said, “You thought you were well disguised, but you were weak, and she thought you were of the same kind, so she wanted to warm you, so that she could warm herself.”
“But you didn’t stand up when she was bullied by the campus, when someone put her on a fire on her.
“She didn’t bother you, she didn’t do anything to you. She just stood there looking at you alone. You said you were right. What did she do wrong? I’m sorry.
Song Chang opened his mouth and his throat rolled.
I went on to say, “Fight 18, it’s your birthday, remember. You are greeted with the moon by the stars, and you are greeted with blessings and laughter, yet in the alleys of a wall you were almost invaded. I’m sorry.
Song Yi’s pupils are shivering.
And I looked at him, and said, “You did not care why she did not go on that day, and she cried outside a wall until all the people were scattered, and she cried, perhaps more than that day, perhaps more than a day.” I’m sorry.
Song Zheng finally held his head in pain and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t know, I’m sorry…”
I’m suffocating.
We said: “Go back to Song Qi, you have done nothing, but your inaction is worse, so I will not forgive you for the Qi Ziu.” I’m sorry.
Song Xian asked me where Xu Xian is and he’ll do everything he can to make it up to her.
I think it’s funny: “So do you like her?” I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk.
In fact, I was going to avenge Song Zhen.
I think a man like him should follow him and dump him, and let him have a taste of being ignored.
So I went to the university, and I went around him, and I tried to get to the water tower first.
But then he felt so pathetic that when he was sitting alone, his eyes were empty and he didn’t know who he was.
I’m so familiar with that look.
So when I pulled Xu Qian out of the river, she was blind and silent.
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At the end of the year, the old man who drove the garbage truck all day long and came home suddenly stopped busy.
I came home at night, and my father was in the middle of nowhere, and he even replaced his one-man-of-the-life.
“Come and eat, I’ve been working for a long time. I’m sorry.
I quietly removed my sight from the garbage cans and went to sit down.
My dad poured me a drink, and I waved that I was too young to drink, and my dad said it was the last time.
He didn’t look me in the eye when he said that, and I got nervous and asked him why.
My father issued a visa and laughed: “I got it, I’m going abroad.” I’m sorry.
I looked at his hip-hop face for a while and I said, “Why do I suddenly think about going abroad?” I’m sorry.
My father turned his eyes upside down and scolded me of my conscience and said, “I’ve raised you for 18 years, and I’m not allowed to go out to play with you now that I’ve got money. I’m sorry.
“Do you know where to go? I’m sorry.
And my father thought, “Look at the towers and the sea, the heavens and the earth are large, and there is a place to go.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Have fun. My dad had a drink, his voice was scrumptious, and it took me a long time to say, “My daughter should be happy.”
We took his cup and said, “If you cannot drink, drink less.” I’m sorry.
My father went all the way and said, “Come visit your mother if you have time. I’m sorry.
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And the next day We put my father on a plane, and he hugged me when he was leaving, and he whispered, “Don’t say, you’re acting like one.” I’m sorry.
“How can you see it?” I’m sorry.
“I’m your father, can’t I see it?” I’m sorry.
He said, “I’m leaving, I’ll take care of you. I’ve paid your mother’s debt for most of her life, and now I’m paying.” I’m sorry.
I asked him, “Is there a question that you can help me with? Why are you hiding money from your family? I’m sorry.
And my father said, “Because I don’t want to leave there. I’m sorry.
He said, “When your mother died, your house was on fire when she was seven, but I didn’t come back when I was outside to collect the garbage.”
He choked and continued, “I saw it. She called me a dozen times that day. I saw it, but I didn’t answer it. I’ve been having mental problems for a while since your mother left, and I think she’s still here, and she won’t leave as long as I keep it, so I even made money to open the dump, because I didn’t tell her. I’m sorry.
And I groaned and said: verily thou art a selfish man. I’m sorry.
My father asked me with his face and said, “I’m sorry for the child who hates me because she thinks the family is poor and never asks me for extra maintenance, and he doesn’t want to buy it like any other child. I’m sorry.
I’d like to remind you of the words written in the diary:
“Daddy gets up at 6:00 a.m. every day. He’s really hard. He wants to do something for him, but I can’t do anything.
“Daddy’s thinking about Mom again, and I miss Mom, but I can’t say I can’t make Dad worry.
“Daddy had a drink last night and came back to ask me if I hated him, that he killed Mom, that he couldn’t do anything.
“Daddy is the best dad in the world. I love him. I’m sorry.
So I looked at my father and laughed, and said, “No, she said she was happy to be your daughter.” I’m sorry.
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In August of the following year, when Lieutenant-Colonel Chongqing had been invited by former graduates to visit the primary school, I was stressed as a provincial capital last year.
In the General Assembly, the headmaster gave a strong word of recognition to my achievements and vowed to say, “Hew is proud of us all!” I’m going to write her name in the book! I’m sorry.
So he wrote the script on the spot, and he hesitated for a few seconds, and asked my teacher, “Who is she?” I’m sorry.
The teacher drew a snuff, “…sniff.” I’m sorry.
After the Congress, the speech was given at the campus, where parents and classmates used to sit down and hear tears.
But this time, there were few tears, and it was embarrassing for the speakers to take the microphone and ask why they didn’t cry.
One of the first parents said, “Your speech is useless. We’ll listen to the speech.” I’m sorry.
I: ?
We don’t have that.
The parents had just finished, and there was a violent tie down there, and the headmaster asked them why.
“My son has listened to Xu Xian’s inspirational story and is now studying, and has risen by over a hundred. I’m sorry.
“My daughter is following her example and is crying every day to go after Qinghua. I’m sorry.
“My child was once a victim of violence in school, thanks to Xu Zhu, who dared to face the problem, and now no one is bullying her in school. I’m sorry.
“…”
The screams were getting stronger, and I took the podium at the principal ‘ s repeated plea.
And when I had the microphone, my mind was blank, and my eyes were on the one who sat down, and I suddenly said, “Well, let me tell you a story. I’m sorry.
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I said four years ago I met a little girl who was pretty and good and who wasn’t rich but whose parents loved her.
She worked hard to learn and later went to the ideal high school, looking forward to school life as rich as in novels.
However, it was not long since she fell in love with the male gods at their school, and she knew that she was not good enough, so she fell in love in silence and was discovered by the girls in the same class.
They mocked her as much as they could, and she did not explain, and she feared that the more she spoke would cause more trouble to the male God, and she only suffered in silence.
They treated all of this as her weakness, and then they did it to her, pouring dirty water, pressing cigarettes and even keeping her in storage all day.
This is how a girl spends days and days in the dark, and her grades are down, she is sensitive and low, and her whole life is ruined.
I was asked later.
“Then she died. I’m sorry.
Everyone has a shocking look.
I laughed and said that everything was all right after her death, and that my classmates said to her that they were sorry, that those who bullied her said that they were sorry, that the man who despised her once said she was sorry, that even her father was sorry.
But what’s wrong with her? She did nothing wrong.
I said she just wanted to be treated.
It’s too dark a story, they heard the collective silence, and my classmates looked at me.
It’s the guilt, the grief, the regret that comes to their faces.
I waited for three minutes and suddenly laughed: “I lied to you, and she went to an ideal university and had a happy life.” I’m sorry.
They finally smiled.
I lied to everyone. Can I fool myself?
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After the school day, Song Qing asked me to dinner, and I thought about it or promised.
He took me to the box, opened the door, and all the students in the room stood up.
Their faces were filled with guilt, and the little psychic girl took the lead in saying, “Shu, we apologize for high school, when Zhao lied to us, and we didn’t know anything. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry. You did nothing wrong. We were wrong. I’m sorry.
“Can you forgive us? We’ll be the first to help you if you need anything. I’m sorry.
“You said you liked my pen. I brought it to you. I’m sorry.
They looked at me sincerely and repented.
I said it’s okay. I didn’t hate you.
Although they had been indifferent, such people were inevitable on the road to life.
They are the people, the ordinary people, perhaps me, and you.
Everybody’s happy, and I’m happy. We eat and drink like a family.
The bar was broken up, Song was looking straight at me and suddenly his eyes were red.
“Why can you forgive them for her? I’m sorry.
I’ve been quiet for a long time.
And it was not until Song Qiang asked again that I said, “It is probably because she used you as her salvation, but you pushed her into the abyss.” I’m sorry.
During the summer, I took her to Beijing to pick me up at the airport.
I took him to my foster father’s house for dinner, and the father asked me if I wanted to live as Xu Zhu?
I’m eating chicken legs, and I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.
And the adoptive father lamented: “Don’t you regret that all this was yours and you gave it all to her? I’m sorry.
I asked him, “What are the regrets, the world owes her so much, the world won’t talk to her. I’m her sister, and I want to make it up to her.” I’m sorry.
The scaffold is on my shoulder, asking me what I’m going to do next.
I thought about it, and I said, “There’s a lot where Xu wants to play, and I’m going to take her to therapy and go around.” I’m sorry.
“What about me?” I’m sorry.
I said, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
He said, “I don’t care, you take me, and my brother has sacrificed so much for you, you cannot be responsible for me.” I’m sorry.
I told you to take care of it.
The building canoe scared the shit out of me.
I’m kidding you, you idiot.
The building canoe suddenly looked at me very, very seriously, and the ears were red, “Shou Yu, talk about it, but I’m not 22, so wait for two more years.” I’m sorry.
[Exhausted full]
Zhao
After the first shift, I noticed that Xu Zhou was beautiful and was still indistinguishable without a face and makeup.
But she likes Song Zhen.
I went to junior high with Song. He’s so proud of me. He’s the flower of the High Ridge in everyone’s mind. What’s Xu?
So on the first day of the second year of high school, I took her to the toilet with me.
She’s panicking, like a frightened deer, begging me to let her go, and I say yes, and I’ll let you go.
She was crying the other day, and we were laughing, laughing, saying she looked like a dog, and when she left, she took off her uniform and threw it in the pool.
Since then I’ve found pleasure in bullying her.
I hate her. I hate her beauty and indomitable resilience.
I hate the fact that she lives in the mud and tries to find the brightest sun.
It’s like she’s never been too close to what she wants.
By chance, her confession was rejected, and we were on the spot and we humiliated Xu Yi.
We locked her up in the storage room that day, and Xu asked us to let her out.
I admit I have a soft heart.
Wu Po took out the cigarette and asked me if I was stunned.
I put my neck around her and said it was impossible. I wanted her to die.
Our bullying has brought Xu Zhiu’s original good people to ice point.
Maybe it’s us, maybe it’s because of the human mind, and no one’s playing with her.
The security guard released her from the storage room at night, and from that day on, she stopped resisting and was submissively bullied by us, like a dead body.
I thought she was compromise.
But who knows that the last three months of senior high school suddenly turned her into a different person.
In April I put her in the alley with four men and asked Xu Qi what I wanted to do.
I said I’d teach you a lesson, and she laughed and said she’d tell her teacher.
The headmaster is my uncle. I’m not afraid of her complaining.
We have to beat her, as usual, who knows that she suddenly became flexible and strong and that five of us suffered a loss at her hands.
He told us not to mess with her, but I felt something different.
I took the lead in mocking her in the crowd the day after the examination, and the next day the Qinghua North came to rob her.
It’s not true. I searched her name online. I found all the praises.
One piece, like a slap in my face.
Why, why would someone like Xu Qian become a high test?
I haven’t had the time to hate it. My mom told me I’m being fleshed.
The Internet is all over me, they call me ugly and curse me to die.
And even someone bought a ticket to my house and wanted me to taste the beating.
I couldn’t sleep when I was afraid to see them but couldn’t stop myself.
That’s why I dropped out of college.
My mom was crying and asking me what to do.
I’m shaking like I don’t know.
My dad took out the smoke and said he’d apologize to Xu Qi, and ask her for clarification.
I called Xu Qi, and I said please leave me alone.
Did Xu Xian say I didn’t beg you?
I said I’m sorry.
Xu Qi said she wouldn’t forgive me and hung up, and I called again and I got blacked out.
My parents bought a lot of stuff to look for her at her house, but they learned that Xu Chong had moved to Beijing.
On the way back I was recognized and countless stones were thrown at me.
I shrunk in the car, I was scared, I even tried to kill myself.
Suddenly there was a voice in my head asking:
Are you wrong?
I said I was wrong with my ears. Please let me go.
And she asked, “Is it not right that you were wrong to accept the punishment?” I’m sorry.
I cry and say what I deserve, and I do what I deserve.
As if she were laughing, she said, “What has she done wrong? She has borne so much pain for your fault.”
Yeah, what did Xu Xiao do wrong? I’m sorry.
I got on a plane to the hideout in October 2022, where people didn’t know about my scandal and learned that I taught them to be moved.
There were dozens of children sitting in a desolate classroom, skinny as a wood, but with bright eyes and thirst for knowledge.
A big boy asked my teacher what we learned today.
I looked into their eyes and said, “Do not do to people what they do not want.” I’m sorry.
I haven’t been to any of the other reunions.
I’m relieved to hear that Xu Xiao is doing well.
I’m relieved she didn’t ruin her whole life for what I did.
I’m sorry.
When she was five years old, she jumped from the balcony in front of me, and two seconds later I heard the sound of a clear sound.
I got up on the balcony and looked down, and she wasn’t very good on the ground, and there was blood everywhere.
She cooked me an hour ago and touched me in the head and said, “When my mother gets better, will she take you to the sea?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t really want to look at the sea, but she liked it, so I followed her.
But after a while, my dad called and told me that she wasn’t coming home for lunch and suddenly she got angry.
She broke her cell phone to pieces, took the slippers off me, and scolded me: “It was your fault you couldn’t keep your father, and he wouldn’t have been caught by the fox outside if he hadn’t given birth to you.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t hide and then I cried and she said she was sorry. She said she didn’t mean it. She said everything would be okay.
She’s been saying that all these years, but never getting better.
When she cried and wiped her clean, she asked me to fetch her a glass of water, and I turned around and she jumped on the balcony without hesitation.
I looked at her body for half a minute and said, “The liar.” I’m sorry.
When I grew up, I found out that I had an instinctive aversion to girls, and that whatever they said, I felt they were lying.
Of course, it’s the same for Xu Zhu.
I hate Xu Xuan because her micro-signs are “it’s gonna be okay” and her sincere eyes, and I’m embarrassed about them every time.
She’s pure, but me, my heart is like a sewer.
Nor have I not tried to control Zhao’s bullying, but every time I show a little attention to Zhao, she gets even more madly retaliated the next day.
I don’t care.
This situation continued on my birthday, in a crowded room, without any appearance.
I asked my friend Xu Zhou.
He was so drunk, he said she didn’t come, I don’t know, probably forgot.
I looked at the door for three seconds, remembering a week ago when they said that Xu Xiao had been eating swab noodles for a long time to prepare my birthday present.
My friend gave me a glass of wine, and I held a glass, and I said, “The liar.” I’m sorry.
After I went to school, I didn’t see Xu Xiu, and when I saw her again, she was different.
It doesn’t make any difference, but when I look at her like I do, she doesn’t look at me anymore.
Friends are laughing at her because she’s my dog licking, and Xu is still chasing me, but I feel weird.
She suddenly doesn’t like me.
The idea was briefly defeated after she chased me to Qinghua.
From then on, a young man was added to her, who remained in the shadows, and when Xu Qi spoke to him, he showed a sincere smile.
That’s a smile I’ve never seen.
I don’t think she likes me. If she likes me, she likes me best and only me.
I found her roommate to be in love, and this girl always approached me in her name, I know.
I think I would not hesitate to be with her, even if she showed a little bit of caution.
But she doesn’t care about me anymore. She’s even happier.
Later, on her birthday, I asked the building to set me up with her, and I imagined that she would be able to regain her heart, but she told me that she was not Xu.
I don’t know her name. She asked me before I left. Do you like her?
I suddenly blocked it.
This moment I realized I was a coward.
I was too scared to be used to her every day, and then she laughed and said to me she never loved me.
Then Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhi Wei Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu forgives all but me.
I begged her to let me see you again, and she refused.
I came home drunk, threw up a mess my dad helped me clean, woke up from bed in the middle of the night, and my dad sat next to me smoking.
I’m cold and I’m not talking, and my dad’s back is on his back.
After a few minutes, a cigarette was finally smoked, and my father got up and said to me, “The day your mother killed herself, I drank like you did today, just to sign a three million-dollar list.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
My father turned his back to me and said, “I planned it all, and when this list is signed, stop working and take your mother and your son for fun.” I’m sorry.
“We’re sorry, your mother beat you up and I knew it, but I thought it was my fault if she was happy. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but remember the words I said at the school day.
And I woke up with red eyes and trembled with his voice and asked him, “What have I done wrong? It was your fault, why have I borne the pain?” I’m sorry.
And my father lamented not to speak, and put down a bank card, saying, “This is all my savings over the years, and all my shares in the hotel are in your name. I’m sorry.
In the year of the third year, a journalist interviewed the snow on Sunday and organized her words.
I took one out:
“I hope that we can be braver, that we can rise up and fight, that we can say that word to the person you love and that you hide in your heart for the sake of youth, and that if the person you like at this moment happens to like you, then now is the future. I’m sorry.
May we not regret our youth. Record number: YX01xvNY6OyRMb2QG
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
