I saw my grandmother in the street view of the 100-degree map.
The little old lady bends over and laughs at the chess game.
The sun was on her in the summer, and she was wearing that light blue blouse that washed to the white, like she never left me.
Under the screen the time was 2015 and eight years ago, she had not been brutally cut.
My tears fell off.
Grandma, we’ve been apart so long.
Grandma, you should have lived a long life.
One.
Before the fall of 2015, I thought the world was beautiful.
Grandma and I live in a barrel building surrounded by familiar neighborhoods.
We ride in the alleys in the summer and drag chairs out in the winter.
Every once in a while there’s a granddad playing chess. Grandma comes over.
Even though she doesn’t understand, she’s a big fan.
The environment in which we live looks so peaceful and peaceful.
Until that night…
I took the evening self-study as usual and said goodbye to my best friend at a crossroads.
She goes left, I go straight.
Bookbags sting my shoulder.
The lights flashed a few times, and then it turned black.
I was scared, I stepped on an empty foot, I stepped on a puddle.
I reached out in panic to hold the wall, but I felt someone holding me from behind and dragging me back.
I tried to escape and screamed, “Help! Help! I’m sorry.
He left a hand and died covering my mouth.
The entire building was dark and unresponsive.
I remember the city’s introduction of a film for the benefit of the people, and our neighborhood just got a free movie ticket for tonight.
There was a dog barking back and forth, but he stopped walking at the door and couldn’t get out.
I’ve got more power behind me, as if I’d struggled.
The neck and cheeks were sorely hurt, the clothes on the waist were pulled up and he put a piece of cloth into my mouth.
Then he ripped off my uniform shirt.
I struggled so hard, I fell down with a row of bicycles.
And the la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
A bike hit on his back, and he did it.
I got up and ran and I didn’t walk a few steps, and he kicked me in the leg.
Then he dragged his hair back.
The bark of the dog was even more violent, and there were screams of car traffic outside the alley, and the sound of fireworks flying from the centre of the city.
I’m completely drowning in my tiny struggle.
The man was wearing a mask, a hat, a mess, and I reached out and grabbed his face.
The mask fell off.
It’s the uncle upstairs.
The moon was bright, and his eyes were frazzled and his subconscious pulled the mask up again.
My mouth was blocked, and I couldn’t speak, but I looked at him begging.
Uncle, why are you doing this to me?
Uncle, you have a daughter.
He was staring at my red eye, and the panic quickly turned into a raging.
And then he snapped off his belt and pulled off my uniform.
There’s footsteps ringing.
The flashlight was a bright light, shaking towards us.
I heard Grandma’s voice.
“How come the words are not home yet? I’m sorry.
The neighbour’s uncle stopped and dragged me to the dark side of the garage like a tow dog.
All my limbs were pinned down and tears were pouring out.
I struggled so hard that he couldn’t move.
I sobbing, trying to sound through my throat.
But it was too small, and it was drowned by a plume of fireworks.
Grandma stood in the alley, looked up and looked at the fireworks.
And the luminous shadow pours down like sand, and shines brightly in the sky.
And I was thrown in a small shed by my uncle upstairs, with his heavy breathing in his ear, and his back was so hot.
The fireworks stopped.
Grandma withdrew her eyes and sat down in the alley waiting for me to come back from school.
I struggled like crazy, and my elbow hit his chest, and he hums.
I screamed as hard as I could, my voice was muffled, my brain was running out of oxygen, but I could only sound a little bit of fear.
But Grandma didn’t hear.
She’s just flipping out of the old-age machine, pushing a few buttons, like looking at time.
“The child…”
After a while, she slowly walked back.
The light on my hands was on my corner several times, but she never saw it.
She’s about to pass me.
Tears fell madly, and I choked and struggled and was strangled by the neighbours ‘ uncle.
Breathless completely.
There are thousands of Venus in front of us.
The next second, Grandma yelled at the starter: “My home is in 7 blocks of Porsche! The bike shed at the door! Someone’s going to rape my granddaughter! I’m sorry.
The shackles are loose.
I jumped up and ran away.
The uniforms tripped my leg.
I fell on the floor.
The things in the bag are scattered, and there are flowers and green things.
Food cards, mirrors, bus cards Fruit knives.
At the same time, the neighbor’s uncle came up, suffocated my throat and slapped me in the face.
Grandma came up with a twitch, took a flashlight and hit him.
Words, run!
Grandma was stomped on the floor and her head hit on the stubble of the bicycle shed, making a dull and blunt sound.
For a while, he didn’t get up.
I heard her faint voice: “Speak, run, run…”
Uncle untie me, stand up and walk towards her.
He was tall and strong, he was fast, and she was completely covered up.
I picked up the fruit knife.
He leaned down, reached out his hand and strangled Grandma.
Grandma was stomping on her legs in vain.
I took a knife and I stabbed him.
However, he turned around, held my wrist in one hand, broke my finger and took the knife.
He raised his hand and stuck it to my chest.
Grandma sat up and held his leg to death, opened her mouth and bit it.
The knife went off an inch and stuck it on my arm.
Blood splatters.
The neighbor’s uncle cursed, kicked her in the shoulder and cut her with a knife.
I jumped over and tried to stop him.
The fruit knife crossed my finger.
Put it on Grandma’s neck.
Blood is flowing.
Grandma opened her eyes in an instant.
She opened her mouth like she wanted to talk.
She raised her hand and seemed to want to touch my cheek.
But her hands were raised a little bit, and she fell very quickly and helplessly.
I fell down on my knees and covered my grandmother’s neck with severe pain from my fingers, and the more blood I shed, the more it came out of my fingers.
It can’t stop. It can’t stop.
I screamed in pain.
The dog barks again.
The great shadow came from behind.
The shadow raised its hand, held the knife’s arm, pointed at my vest…
The whistling siren sounded.
Two.
I had that dream again.
In the dream she went back to the autumn when she was 17 and she died protecting me.
I wiped my tears and sat up.
The cell phone interface also stops at the street view of the 100-degree map.
Grandma was bending over to watch the old neighbors play chess in the summer of 2015.
That’s Grandma’s last image.
She hasn’t taken a few pictures in years.
I looked at the trigger, I didn’t know it, and the tears fell again.
It was a hot drop, it hit me on the phone screen, I stretched out my hand to wipe it, and I felt an irresistible gravity, dragged me and pulled me into the phone —
I opened my eyes.
The surroundings were not my little apartment in 2023.
Grandma’s tanned barley pillows, old-style soapy blankets, long pyjamas…
I spread out my hands and my fingers were clean and clean, without the deep scars of that year’s knife.
Here, in 2015, me and Grandma’s home.
The alarm bell rings.
I looked at the time.
October 17, 2015.
The day Grandma died…
It took me a long time to remember to turn off the alarm clock and the door was pushed.
Grandma was wearing an apron, laughing, “Today you have a beef fan bag. Get up. I’m sorry.
Sunshine came in through thin curtains, on her white hair.
When I was silent, she came in, rubbed her hands on my apron and touched my head: “What’s wrong? Want to get laid?”
The temperature of the palm, it’s hot.
I opened my arms and held her tight.
The tears were thin and silent, dripping on her balls-up apron.
“A nightmare? Nothing. Dreams are the opposite. I’m sorry.
Dreams are the opposite, they must be.
I wipe my tears and go to breakfast.
Hot beef fan buns are familiar in memory.
“What’s in the sauce? I asked.
Grandma gave me a bowl of porridge, and said, “The beef and the fan are cut, the ginger onions, the oil, the salt, the sauce, and a little white pepper. I’m sorry.
No wonder after many years, I tried again in the kitchen and couldn’t make the same bun.
So… Grandma’s smell is white pepper.
It’s hot in my eyes and I want to cry.
And Grandma was not aware of it, but she brought the spoon to stir up my bowl of porridge, trying to make it cooler.
“It’s a shame you weren’t home and couldn’t see it. I don’t know.
I turned around and looked at her, and there was some broken light flashing through my head.
This time-timed ginger, high school girl ginger, what can we do to save Grandma’s life?
I said slowly, “The school’s running a flea market tonight and cancels the late self-study.” Let’s go to the movies and meet directly at the cinema.”
Grandma laughed, “That’s great. At 7:00 p.m. I’ll meet you at the cinema. You want some popcorn? I’ll take you there. I’m sorry.
I look at her smile and I laugh.
And the suffocation of the earth over his heart was scattered.
It’s too late. I put my last bag in my mouth and I rushed out with my shoes on.
Grandma whispered, “Eat slowly, it’s okay, don’t choke.” I’m sorry.
The moment I closed the door, I stopped, turned around, hugged the little old lady.
“Grandma, you have to be good. I’m sorry.
The sound of biting the bun was vague, and she didn’t hear it, but just smiled and beat me on the shoulder.
“Slow down the road. Be safe. I’m sorry.
I ran down the stairs in three and two steps and ran into a man around the corner.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
She smiled, and she said, “You’re too late, too? You want to take my dad’s car? I’m sorry.
I’m up.
It’s the girl upstairs, the girl who’s called Ziga.
And behind her, the man in the driver’s seat, the rapist who pushed me in the garage.
Now he will press his window and say, “Speak straight, I will send you.” I’m sorry.
A cold sweat is on the back.
And I restrained my fingers and smiled, and said, “No, I am with my fellow students.” I’m sorry.
The car’s gone.
I’m on the bus and I can’t help it.
3
At lunch break, I asked the boys in the class who used to sneak out on the Internet, how they got out of school.
They laughed, “King, you’ve learned bad.” I’m sorry.
I’m a little embarrassed, “Please. I’m sorry.
They took me to the corner of the playground while there was no one.
Several of the boys ran, backed up the walls and gently turned out.
And across a wall they shouted: “Ginger, that’s it. Turn it out. We’ll follow you outside.” I’m sorry.
I learned what they looked like, helped them run, and then my knee hit the wall.
The fingers are broken.
The only boy who hasn’t turned out is crouching down and taping his shoulder: “Step up. I’m sorry.
Eight years apart, I can’t remember his name.
His eyes are on his badge.
Hover.
And when I was silent, he pressed, “Come on up, I’m fine with your weight.” I’m sorry.
He put up two long hands and let me step on them.
Then We stepped on his shoulder as thin and tough as bamboo.
He held my leg and stood up.
I sat on the wall.
And suddenly the sound of the guard came from afar: “Hey, what are you doing?” I’m sorry.
He took a look behind his back, got up quickly, ran to the wall, fell gently and opened his arms to me.
“King, jump down, don’t be afraid! I’m sorry.
Security’s getting closer and closer, and I’m jumping.
Stablely fell into his arms.
He let me loose quickly, for the next second, and held my wrist and ran forward: “What are you waiting for? Run! I’m sorry.
Everyone else is at the Internet cafe.
I’m the only one who’s stuck around.
I went into the supermarket and asked if there was any wolf spray.
The purchaser hasn’t spoken yet. I’m sorry.
And We said, “No, no, nothing but preparation.” I’m sorry.
The wolf spray is so expensive…
149 dollars.
“Can I make a deal?” I’m sorry.
“Sister, this is a supermarket, not a market for vegetables.” I’m sorry.
I lost it and put it back in place.
One hand crossed me and threw a wolf spray in the cart.
A young man with red inches shined out of his wallet, and a pink renminbi flashed.
He simply said, “I have money. What else do you want to buy? I’m sorry.
He has money. I don’t have it.
Eventually I only bought a bottle of wolf spray.
I wanted to give him 50 bucks and he pushed me back.
He said, “I don’t want money. What you eat in the morning smells good. Can I have some later? I love buns too. I’m sorry.
I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
Okay, I’ll do it if I can still see the sun tomorrow.
I got on the bus home.
He’s coming up.
I cannot help but ask: “Do you not go online?” I’m sorry.
When he hanged himself, he laughed, “Do you not have to study?” I’m sorry.
I had nothing to say, but to look out the window.
Old buildings that have not yet been demolished, knobs and cedar trees that have been ordered along the street…
These, after eight years of urban transformation, disappeared.
The bus stopped.
I got out of the car, ran to the platform, and I quickly locked the target.
I dug a pit at the roots and buried my alarm clock.
The alarm clock has been set.
Tonight at 9:30.
Last time, I was towed to the shed.
The sound of the alarm clock is my recording: 7 buildings, 7 sheds, people are killing!
I was wondering, “Are you playing the treasure hunt?” I’m sorry.
I was too busy pushing the earth back, and I said, “Well, I’m playing a very new game. I’m sorry.
A little stone hit the alarm clock and suddenly it screamed like a nerve: “Standing 7 buildings, people killed! I’m sorry.
I brought out the alarm clock in a hurry to shut it down.
He looked at me with a serious look, and he saw me with a guilty heart.
I said, “Well, listen to me…”
“Do you want to close your eyes while playing with reality?” I’m sorry.
And We relieved, and said: Yes. I’m sorry.
He seized me by the neck and laughed at two pear vortexes: “Take me one, Ginger. I’m sorry.
Of course I can’t take him.
Alarm clocks and wolf sprays are not games. They’re my double insurance.
And the way I really wanted to avoid the murder was to follow everyone to the movies, go back to the neighborhood, keep the monster hiding in the night from me.
I opened up a few bookstores on the table this evening.
Blue pens, red pens, black pens, and I just went out.
“If the teacher on the patrol asks, I’ll ask him at the office. I’m sorry.
The bell rings at late reading.
We’re all out of the corridor.
I was careful with the bag and the cat ran towards the playground.
It was hard to get to the corner and the bag was pulled.
My heart’s about to stop and I’m standing behind me laughing.
“Ginger, what are you doing at night? I’m sorry.
My finger was tied to the school bag and looked at him on guard: “I am in trouble. I’m sorry.
And he looked down at me, and he pulled his lips, and he laughed, “Are you not in love?” I’m sorry.
And I did not answer, but He said to himself, “You are also a wolf-proof sprayer, and you are blinded in the dark, and you do not seem to be reliable to your lovers.” I’m sorry.
Says he went down slowly and shot himself in the shoulder.
I was like, “What are you doing?”
And the night when the night rose up, and the light of the moon fell in black, and it was said: How can the almond come out of the wall without me? I’m sorry.
4
He taught me all the way.
I’m not refuting it. He’s behind me.
The cinema is in front.
“Do you know how scary it is for a man who spends the night in private? You two still watching movies? Do you know that men love to move in cinemas? I’m sorry.
I finally found the familiar figure and shouted, “Grandmother! I’m sorry.
Grandma, who was at the door, waved at me.
The sound of the night has stopped.
And I smiled at him: “Is this my personal friend, a terrorist?” I’m sorry.
“You dropped school to watch a movie with your grandmother?” I’ll see about any movie. I’m sorry.
Grandma came over with the popcorn and saw a long night, “Yo, is this a schoolmate?” Aren’t you going to the flea market? I’m sorry.
He said, “Ah? What flea city…”
I stepped on him.
And he twitched his mouth, and he pulled his feet back, and he noded his head, and said, “Yes, I’m not going, I’m coming to the film.” I’m sorry.
And Grandma laughed, “What a coincidence! Which one do you see?”
And He said, “I will look at which of the Ginger looks. I’m sorry.
He doesn’t actually have a ticket.
I don’t know how he came in, but when my grandmother and I found a seat, I found him sitting next to me.
And when he saw me, he smiled as if he were, “Oh, Ginger. I’m sorry.
I said, “You stay away from me. I’m sorry.
The handsome young man, who was about a metre tall, grabbed my arm in shame: “Damn, she’s a girl.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
Nice movie.
Sci-fi, it’s great, it’s so exciting.
I sat under it, but I couldn’t fit in, and I looked at my watch.
Boom, boom, boom.
It’s almost impossible to detect a small turn of seconds, and time finally points to 9:30.
At this point, the alarm clock should be murmured at the bus station and security guards would probably take a look in the garage.
It should be quiet, without me, without a rapist and without a bleeding grandmother.
The beating heart finally calmed down, and I looked up, and for the first time in the evening, I looked seriously at the screen, and with the audience, I had the hand.
It’s over.
Grandma gave me the popcorn: Ask your classmates if they want to eat. I’m sorry.
We said, “He will not eat.” I’m sorry.
He said: I eat. I’m sorry.
So he took the popcorn from me. “Ginger, can you learn from your grandmother? Thanks, Grandma. I’m sorry.
He’s going home with the popcorn.
And she said, “Come and play in the house.” I’m sorry.
“The popcorn you make are delicious. Can I eat buns next time?” I’m sorry.
I kicked him, “Get out of here! I’m sorry.
“Grandmother, look at her! I’m sorry.
Grandma laughed, “It’s a bad story, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
“Yes, take good care of her!” I’m sorry.
Grandma took my hand on the bus.
The bus was full of neighbors, talking about the drama with excitement.
Grandma was always so much fun, she wasn’t in the conversation at the moment, but she was just laughing at me, “Do you like that little boy?” I’m sorry.
I disproved, “No way, he was just a fool.” I’m sorry.
Grandma touched my head and laughed, “If she really liked it, it would be nice.” So there’s one more person in the world who loves our words. I’m sorry.
I’m holding.
She’s this time-time grandmother, but she’s seen the Ginger of 2023.
Unaccompanied persons live in small apartments without friends, loved ones and loved ones.
Live a life of martyrdom.
And then this time, in 2015, Grandma said she wanted one more person to love me.
The tears came up again.
I sat down a little bit, side by side, hugged Grandma’s waist, mumbling, “Grandma, I have enough of you.” I’m sorry.
5
When the bus arrived, I looked at the roots of the tree.
The alarm clock is missing.
It did ring, and then it was dug out by the unbearable roadman and pressed the shut-down button.
The fact that my insurance has not worked is a good thing.
At 10:30, I washed up and returned to my room.
The night was dark and there was silence.
I put out the lights and drilled into the nest.
It smells like familiar old soap.
It’s the cheapest sculptor soap in the fall of 2015, one for five.
Grandma always took soap and swipes and went to the river outside the district to wash the sheets.
It’s pouring. Soon it’ll be clear.
Then tanned me on the balcony with tigger’s sheets in the sun.
The pink tigger jumps, shakes the smell of soap in the wind…
I’m slowly in a dream.
And when the sound of a slight sound was heard, I opened my eyes in retrospect.
And the sound of squeaks with the old door of alarm for many years, and it is not clear in the night, but I am sweating.
I was unconsciously locked and tried to escape from the window.
and awakened,
This is not my single apartment. This is my home with Grandma.
Grandma was sleeping next door.
There’s footsteps coming in.
Someone’s spinning my doorknob.
But the door is locked.
I kneel half by the nightstand and press 110 fast.
“Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum”
Just a few seconds, it’s as long as a century.
“Hello, 110 to the station. I’m sorry.
I whispered, and I rushed to say, “Seven Porsche, Unit 301, robbery.”
At the same time, the sound of the needle hole locks and the door opens!
The moonlight was on his face, and I saw that familiar face again.
Upstairs’s uncle.
The murderer.
A moment of cold ice from the soles of the feet.
What went wrong is why he’s here again.
He didn’t think I was awake for a moment at the door.
I fell unconsciously to the desk, squirted out of my open school bag, spattered the lid, pointed at him.
Grandma cannot know that she cannot wake up and die in my arms.
And I swallowed all the screams in my throat, shuddered and raised the bottles, and threatened him with a low voice: “Go now, I can see nothing.” I’m sorry.
The man only thought for a second and then came at me.
And We did not hesitate to push the mist, and the mist in the eyes came out.
The man was covered in his eyes, like he was pissed off, with his big hand coming at me, and I kicked him in the chair, which pushed him back a few steps.
In the night, the stinging of the floors was made.
I heard Grandma call me by my name: “What is wrong with words?” I’m sorry.
She’s awake.
I didn’t answer. She came to my room with her slippers.
No, no, don’t come here!
And I tried to suppress the noise, and said, “Grandmother, I’m fine. Go back to sleep. I’m sorry.
And Grandma’s voice went away, “Oh, okay. I’m sorry.
The heart beats so hard, I keep pressing the spray and throwing everything that’s enough to a man’s face.
However, at the next minute, the door was pushed again and Grandma lit the light.
She had a knife in her hand.
Words, run!
The man turned around, his eyes were red, he raised the stool and threw it at his grandmother.
Grandma had difficulty in her legs, was in hiding, was hit on her shoulder by a chair and was shaking, but died holding the knife.
I kept screaming, “Help! Seven, Unit One, 301! Somebody’s killed! Help! I’m sorry.
I picked up a broom by the desk and punched the man in the face.
And the broom was drawn by him quickly, and when he pressed, We could not help him, and he drew the broom with him.
I was unconscious, but it was too late.
He had his eyes red, and he grabbed my throat.
I can’t breathe, I can’t cry for help, I can’t stand my legs…
At that moment, the soul seemed to hang in the air.
I feel like I’m back in another time-frame in 2015, in that terrible garage, where Grandma was strangled and her feet in shoes were in vain.
The sight began to disintegrate, but there was overlap.
Another time frame for me in 2015, lifting a fruit knife.
This time and space Grandma in 2015 raised a kitchen knife in the highlands.
He let me go.
Like that time, he turned around and grabbed a knife.
At the same time, he kicked her in the leg, then raised his knife and cut her down.
I breathed to death, crawled over, grabbed his leg and bit him hard.
The knife missed.
The sirens were horrifying.
There’s a mess in the door.
The voice of several chess masters is on the street: “Is this 301? I’m sorry.
Finally, will it be saved…
The next second, the man kicked me in pain, put his knee on my chest, raised his knife and cut it down.
Throw a blood flower.
It doesn’t hurt.
Grandma jumped in front of me and took the knife.
At the same time, the police kicked the security door, grabbed the knife in the hand of the man and pushed him to the ground.
And I kneeled on the ground, shaking over Grandma’s neck.
Why, why…
Same position.
It’s like blood that can’t stop.
I’m wailing up in pain.
“Don’t leave me, Grandma…”
Grandma’s eyes were lost and her lips moved, like she wanted to say something.
I put my ears over her and heard her say, “Speak, run.”
I stopped for a second, held her, no crying.
She reached out and looked like she wanted to wipe my tears.
But it was only a few inches higher, and it was impossible to fall.
There are plume of fireworks out of the window, and the plume of radiant light is in the sky.
The sound of the ambulance was whistling.
But Grandma, she’s closed her eyes forever.
Six.
I woke up.
He’s sweaty and he’s breathing.
The mobile screen is still on, and the street view of the 100-degree map is clear.
Grandma was wearing a light blue blouse that washed to the white, bending over and watching chess with joy.
I’m back in 2023.
I tried so hard to pull the trigger and try again in the fall of 2015.
But, the phone’s not moving.
There is no sharp-floating screen, no irresistible gravity.
The more I move, the more I press the screen, the more I fall: “Please, let me go back, please…”
The phone went out, and a pale face came out.
25-year-old Ginger’s face.
Lonely, no lover, no lingering, Ginger’s face.
Reminds me that I can’t save Grandma. I’m a loser.
I buried my head on my knees and cried in silence.
Thinking of the last bus in time, my grandmother hugged her and smiled and touched my hair.
She said I wish there was one more person in the world who loved our words.
No, Grandma, nobody.
I came out of bed barefoot, went into the bathroom and put a hot tub.
Many years ago, a good way to die could finally be used today.
I took a knife and cut my skin.
I’m losing consciousness.
As if there was a sound that opened the door, others said, “I have come back. I’m sorry.
It’s probably an illusion.
Hot water’s still raging.
And he came to the bathroom with footsteps, and said, “Yo, the fragrance of the day, it seems to me that I am in distress. I’m sorry.
What kind of hearing can be so real?
I tried hard to open my eyes, but I couldn’t lift them.
The door was opened, and the voice of the man changed, and he was anxious and terrified: “Ginger’s tongue!
It sounds familiar… where did you hear it?
I don’t know.
When consciousness is restored, the nose is filled with the smell of disinfectant water.
Someone’s angry around you.
“Do you know how deep her knife is? If you knew your girlfriend was depressed, you should take care of her emotions! She almost died! I’m sorry.
I opened my eyes.
I saw a little familiar face.
The red inches were turned into honest black and seven ear nails were removed.
A young man with no face, with a wide shoulder and a taller shoulder, is being trained with a low head.
In 2023, it’s an evening.
There’s a middle-aged doctor around and she’s still hitting him like a garb.
And I spoke with difficulty: “Stop scolding him, and I will die myself.” I’m sorry.
The doctor heard my voice, looked down at me and said, “Do you wake up? I’m sorry.
I don’t know her at all…
She touched my forehead with concern: “No, too much blood loss does not cause memory loss…”
The moment her hands were on my skin, countless memories came.
Boom, boom.
The gears of time are rewinding, and new memories are like avalanches, covered with old memories.
“Mom, what kind of neurologist are you playing here?” Why don’t you call the attending? I’m sorry.
Yes…
In front of her, she’s the mother of Xue-soon.
Because the last time I passed, the causal line changed.
After Grandma died, she came to my neighborhood for three days.
He said, ‘Your grandmother told me to come and play.’ I’m sorry.
Actually, I know, he’s afraid I’ll be short-sighted.
I’ve had seven years of love with Xuxiang and I’m about to enter marriage.
The family was very nice to me, helping me to treat depression, making me a family member.
Ginger of 2023 was not alone.
I couldn’t help but smile, laugh and cry and cry.
Last time, in the fall of 2015, I couldn’t save Grandma, who gave me a gift.
She planted a seed in the young man’s heart, and many years later, the seed took root and grew into a tree to cover the rain for her granddaughter.
“I wish more people in this world loved our words. I’m sorry.
More people love me, Grandma, but you’re still in the fall of 2015.
Grandma, Grandma…
I cried so hard, I moved the wound, there was blood coming out and the bandage was wet.
“What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.
I held him tight and couldn’t cry.
I miss my grandma so much. I’m sorry.
7
There is also a blood-stained bandage on his wrist.
He took me to the cemetery.
In April, the sun shines, the birds rise.
Grandma’s shadow is on the pine, and she smiles with love and affection.
The three fragrances are esteemed in the oven.
“Grandma, Kang-ging is so cute, and my mom always says I’m a bully.” God knows, I’ve learned Thai fists for 10 years, and before Kang, I only get hit. Tell your granddaughter to be kind to me later. I’m sorry.
I cried, shivered my hand out and touched Grandma’s remains.
Ma’am, I wish you could have said something.
Even in a dream?
I wipe my tears, take out my cell phone, light up the street view of the 100-degree map and show it to Xue.
“You see, my grandmother was wearing the same light blue shirt as in her last photo. She was always so cheap. I’m sorry.
Tears fell again, dripping on the screen.
I reached out and wiped, but I felt an irresistible force that sucked me in.
At this point in 2023, the time space is flat.
The evening was held in a position where tears were being shed, and the lips opened slightly, but the sound was frozen.
In the cemetery, the rocking shadows stopped, and the breeze stopped in the middle.
Everything has been drastically reduced to an invisible point.
I fell down and fell again.
It fell in the fall of 2015, in the bedroom of the high school student Ginger.
I opened my eyes.
The alarm’s not ringing. I’ve reached out and turned it off.
I went out of bed, touched my wallet from the bottom of the drawer, and all the money fell out.
$379 with coins.
I put my money in my uniform pocket, and I started brushing my teeth.
Grandma came out of the kitchen and was surprised: “What happened today? I’m sorry.
I walked over and held the little old lady tight.
Tears came out madly on my smooth, scarless wrist.
And Grandma gently slapping my back as she sang for me as a child.
Abandoned little orphans have no parents, but she has a grandmother.
Grandma sings and makes the baby sleep.
Grandma would stand in front of her granddaughter, as any parent would, and would shield herself from all the frost in the world.
But this time, please let me stand in front of you.
“What’s wrong, having a nightmare? Grandma asked the same question about keeping up with a space of time.
I covered my back with tears, and I smiled, and I said, “The wash of my face hit my eye.” I’m sorry.
Grandma laughed, “I made you a beef fan bag. It’s delicious. I’m sorry.
I ate buns in my stomach, and suddenly I thought of a long night and raised my head: “Grandmother, are there more buns?” Can I have some more?”
The veal bag is packed with beef fan buns.
Grandma’s got a spoon with hot porridge.
I put the last bag in my mouth and left the door in a hurry.
This morning, absolutely, never meet the uncle upstairs.
Grandma was behind her, “What’s wrong with the porridge?” I’m sorry.
I looked back and hugged Grandma, and said, “No. By the way, there’s a school event tonight, and I live in school and I don’t come back. I’m sorry.
Grandma laughed: “It’s too much TV show and take care of yourself!” I’m sorry.
I flew down the stairs.
There’s no Shiga downstairs.
And there’s no dark sedan.
Even less disgusting face in the car.
On the morning road, sanitation workers slowly sweep the leaves.
The aunt who told the rice seller to push the car out, put her hand on the next guacamole, and leave it on the bamboo canister.
And I, on the first bus.
8
I handed the beef fan buns over to Shizuku.
“How do you know I’ve been eating your breakfast for a long time?” I’m sorry.
And We looked at him in red, and in his heart We said, “I know not only that you want buns, but also that you will be a slave to your wife.”
And I did not say anything but asked him: “Do you want to eat?” I’m sorry.
And he coughed, and he picked up the bun, and he said, “Yes! I’m sorry.
I stood at the desk and looked into his eyes: “Then you’ll roll over the wall with me at noon.” I’m sorry.
It’s a very smooth offer.
Then he went to the wall, and he ran, and demonstrated, “So run for a few steps, and then he went up.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Get down. I’m sorry.
And the night of the night, “?
I said, “It’s hard to get out of the wall with my short legs alone, so I need to step on you. I’m sorry.
He’s holding up, scratching his head, grunting, “It’s supposed to be my line.”
But he was good at the wall.
“Stamp on my hand, then on my shoulder, and be careful not to fall.” I’m sorry.
I stepped on his shoulder, he reached out and held my leg, and then got up slowly.
It’s like the last time he was in 2015 with the tiniest hair and the most gentle things.
I sat on the wall and reached out to him with my hand: “Come up. I’m sorry.
“You’re not going to take me to the Internet?” I told you, I don’t make light bulbs. I’m sorry.
“The security guard will be here soon, and if you don’t come out soon, you’ll be taken to the ministry.” I’m sorry.
“No way, the security guard never comes to the playground, you…”
The voice of the security guard was heard from afar. Two over there, what are you doing? I’m sorry.
Then the night was turned to his head, and he swerved, and he swerved, and he jumped.
The clouds flow, all of a sudden.
Then he opened his arms at me, “King, jump, I’ll catch…”
I didn’t wait for him to finish, so I jumped.
Steady, in his arms.
I looked up and saw his ears red.
He looked away, and said, “What the hell is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
“Is this right here?” I’m sorry.
“Yes, this is it!”
He just loosed his hand from my waist, and immediately surrounded my wrist. I’m sorry.
The air had crossed the ears very quickly, and the wind and the screams of the security guards had been thrown behind me, and he had led me forward.
In sight, only the loud red inches and the shiny ear nails.
And, red is like an ear that can drip blood.
And suddenly there was a light in my mind.
And We called out, “Ah, a long night.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Why? I’m sorry.
“Did you practice Thai boxing for two years? I’m sorry.
The young man’s footsteps stopped.
I almost broke my nose.
“How do you know? I didn’t tell anyone at school! I’m sorry.
My heart is missing half a beat, and I’m unconsciously explaining, “I’m…”
And the last night broke me up, and he said, “Are you in love with me?” You spy on me, don’t you? I’m sorry.
The heartbeat is back to normal.
I kicked him in the leg and looked at his painful face, and said, “Yes, I love you, I love you for many generations. I’m sorry.
9
I’m back at this supermarket.
This time, without asking for guidance, I came to the shelf with my hand out of the wolf spray.
The price tag dropped on this shelf, and I followed it behind me and asked, “What is this?” I’m sorry.
We said, “Worm-proof.” I’m sorry.
He was ashamed to say, “Is it for me?” I really need this, thanks. I’m sorry.
Says he reached out to get it.
I grabbed his wrists and put the Yuha sugar in his hand: “I have prepared this for you. I’m sorry.
And the night he looked at the words of Juhart, and said: “How do you know?”
He punched him in the face, and then he stood up, “I don’t like sugar.” Who likes that pussy shit! I’m sorry.
I put the sugar back on the shelf: “You don’t like it. I’m sorry.
He immediately took the sugar back and forced it: “Now that you had to give it to me, I have taken it for me. I’m sorry.
I smiled at him, “Sing, eat my sugar, teach me a few tricks, okay? I’m sorry.
He asked me what I wanted to learn.
I compared it to him: “Assuming there is a situation in which my body is so different from that of my opponent, at first he drags me behind, then he holds me in my limbs, and then he puts me on the ground … Is there a time, a gesture, that would allow me to kill him?” I’m sorry.
The look of Xue’s night is getting serious.
And his black eyes looked at me without blinking, and in it was a glance and a search, and I turned away from him.
“Is someone threatening you?” I’m sorry.
His eyes were slowly moving down, set in my hand against the fog, and he continued, “Did someone force you to do something you didn’t like?” I’m sorry.
I was silent for a long time, and then I smiled, “You’ve got a lot of imagination. That’s just an assumption. I just wanted to learn to defend myself. I’m sorry.
He never asked again.
He chews sugar, and his face fades: “You have to tell me what it’s like, or I can’t tell you what’s the right time and what’s the right way. I’m sorry.
When the sun shines, the scent of cinnamon flows.
And We said: Hold me from behind and drag me back.
The teenager held me on the waist, and he held me tight with his skinny arms.
“…and then I’ll struggle hard, but you won’t let go, you’ll try and overpower me. I’m sorry.
I struggled, my arms waved.
And the night was silent, and death dragged me to death, and soon he held me in my limbs, as if the power was cast, as if it were to cut me off.
I struggled, and his finger accidentally touched my chest, and he moved so fast.
He was careful to move his hand and hold my arm.
I didn’t notice, and I said, “Then drag me aside, put your knees to my chest, and tie my hands with rope.” I’m sorry.
He’s got a muscle in his arm, he’s pulling up my shoulder, he’s turning me over, he’s putting me in the corner.
I can’t stop myself from coughing, but I want to compliment him: “Yes, that’s it, don’t give me mercy.”
His knee fell down and he let me loose as soon as he was about to step on my chest.
“Why did you let go?” I’m sorry.
He looked away and said nothing but reached out and pulled me up.
“I can’t do it, Ginger.” He said.
I wonder, “What can’t be done?” I’m sorry.
And the fingers of the night were punched, and he said: I have no power to harm thee. I’m sorry.
He grabbed my arm, threw my sleeves on my school uniform and showed a red skin.
And the breath of the last night rose up, and for a long time he said: I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I’d say I didn’t hurt at all, and I’d say you were actually helping me.
But I can’t say it.
Like he couldn’t hurt me, I couldn’t force him against me.
The breeze is light, the bird.
A young man with hair on his face, sorry to stand there, with his hands down and his fingers squeezing the corner.
I sat on the floor and I said to myself, “This is a very diverse world, huh? I’m sorry.
I looked up at the cinnamon tree, and there were birds on the twigs, with wings up and up, and my wings with a series of golden petals, and I reached out to catch them.
It’s as if the sunset fell into pieces and fell into my hands.
The bright, the smooth, the symbol of love and beauty.
I looked at the petals of my hands and murmured: “There are men of absolute evil, and there are men of your kind…” I think the world can still look forward to it. I’m sorry.
“What have you been through?” I’m sorry.
I looked up and looked down at him, looking at me.
The line is clear and sharp, like the bamboo that grew up in the first place, and as the fire of the sheath is in dire need.
I pulled him down one by one, side by side with me, staring at the sunset from afar.
I didn’t have the head to say, “Ah, I really like you. I’m sorry.
And indeed, he did not dwell on the subject before, but his mouth rose in doubt, and he said, “Well, of course, the men who followed me are queuing from the river of desert to the sand of the mother of the great mother, and you have a vision. I’m sorry.
I clap my hands and get up: “Go back to school, handsome.” I’m sorry.
“Where are you going?” I’m sorry.
I walked slowly and waved at him.
If you remember correctly, turn left, there’s an Internet bar.
Maybe I can find a video of Chen’s unstoppable fight.
I didn’t want to teach him.
Even if I could die.
But at least Grandma won’t die.
10
The watch shows 9:20.
At the last crossroads, I waved farewell to my good friends.
The bag was light and only one can of wolf spray.
I’ve got a cold fruit knife in my boots and it’s already hot in my body temperature.
I have to do something before I walk into that dark alley.
She turned left, I turned right and hit 110 in the commissary.
“Pauzon District, 7 front-door sheds. Unidentified explosives. Please come over here! I’m sorry.
In the eyes of the shopkeeper, I paid a dollar and turned away.
Yes, I can only find strange excuses.
Because, in this time, I can’t be considered crazy.
I was nervous about looking at the watch.
The police station is very close. Ten minutes. Is the police car enough to get to the scene?
I need to get involved with the rapist until the moment the police arrives, sit down on the charges he intends to rape the minor and send him to prison.
He was given no more opportunity to sneak through the door and keep his disgusting desires and desires away from the sky.
In three minutes, we’ll be in the alley.
I’m taking a deep breath.
The lights flashed a few times, and then went into total darkness.
And I carried my leg, and I stepped on it precisely.
There was a strong force coming behind me, holding my waist tight and dragging me back.
I struggled, and the dog screamed and was locked in a burglary door.
I stopped fighting, climbed my fingertips and pulled a fruit knife out of my boot.
The warm edges of the blade reflected a ray of moonlight, and the men behind him acted so hard, he stretched out his mind and took the knife.
But it’s too late.
I waved my knife and cut his throat.
He tried to hide behind me and I ran away.
The man suddenly turned his direction, ran after me, grabbed the bike next to me and smashed it at me.
I was hit on my shoulder, my arm was pulled off, my fruit knife fell down and fell into a ditch.
The bag fell down, and the flowers and the little things were scattered.
I crawled over and caught the wolf spray.
At the same time, the man lifted his bike and fell on my head.
The sharp pain ran through the top, and I tried to open my eyes and felt blood stuck in my eyelids.
The man hollered, pulled my hair, dragged me to the corner of the garage and tore my uniform.
Stinky, hot breath fell on my neck and slimy, disgusting hands looked down.
He unzipped his belt, pulled my pants off, made a happy sighs.
He said, “You are mine at last.” I’m sorry.
I was numb and in vain strangling his neck and finally looking at seven windows of Unit 301.
The lights are dark. It’s good. Grandma knows today that I’m not coming home and she’ll go to the movies with the neighbors.
That’s good. She won’t get cut.
I have won this battle, and even though the price may be worse than expected, it doesn’t matter if I can get my grandmother back.
I closed my eyes and waited for the siren to come.
– A bang.
The man looked up and looked back heavy, and the ugly organ was softly pulled.
I looked up and I saw someone standing behind him with a blooded baseball bat.
The light of the moon descended from the sky, luminousing seven ear nails in his right ear.
Hover.
I was crucified to the earth by a panic that could not speak.
I’m sorry.
He stares at the body in its clothes, glitters and smiles in his eyes, and shows a cruel murder.
“How dare you? I’m sorry.
He raised his hand again.
I crawled over and hugged his leg, “Don’t! I’m sorry.
The young ones looked at me, the dark ones looked at me.
When tears came down, I cried, saying, “The police will be here soon, you cannot kill, you cannot go to jail… Give me the baseball bat, you go away…”
I’m shaking to test a man’s nose.
I’m not breathing… why is this, why isn’t it breathing?
I choked my hand and yelled at him, “Go, go!” I’m sorry.
He didn’t move.
He took his uniform jacket off and wrapped it in my bare and bruised shoulder.
The coat still has his body temperature. It’s the last shade of my night.
He stretched out his hand and pulled me up, and his thumb wiped out the blood on my face, and his hands were sore that they were sore.
“That’s what you’re going through, Ginger. I’m sorry.
Tears blinded my eyes and I couldn’t help but cry.
And the night thrust my face upon his chest, and my tears fell upon his skirt, all of them.
“You shouldn’t have come…” I sobbing.
And the evening whispered: “King, I am not as dumb as you imagine. You don’t think I can see you’ve been in trouble all day? Can you say something like that next time you lie? I’m sorry.
There are fireworks in the centre of the city, and there are radiant colors in the sky.
It’s just the two of us in the remote and bloody car shed.
The sirens came screaming.
“Did you not hear the siren? The police are coming! Go, it’s none of your business. It’s my destiny. It’s my life. I’m sorry.
It’s not moving.
He hugged me like crazy.
I cried to him, “Will you go away?” Please…”
A warm tear fell into my neck.
I’m frozen.
He said, “I can’t do it, Ginger.” I’m sorry.
I cry on my head, desperate.
I’ve set up a pretentious layout as bait.
And the young man, who knew nothing, ran into the chess game without hesitation and took me out.
The board was thrown to the ground and he was involved in this heartbreaking cause and effect.
Jesus Christ, I’m losing. I can’t play you.
But can’t you just leave him alone?
Eleven.
We said only to the police, “The night of the night is a show of courage.” I’m sorry.
I pulled my collar, raised my sleeve, sewn seven stitches on my head, and showed them the bruises and bruises.
“Wan Weiqiang is going to rape me, and if it wasn’t for the night, I might die. I’m sorry.
The policewoman turned her eyes off, and the tone was soft: “At 9:20, you called the phone for the unknown explosives that came to the station. I’m sorry.
I said, “Yes, I had a terrible dream last night that the neighborhood was blown up at 9:30 tonight. I’m sorry.
She looked at me, “For a dream? I’m sorry.
I said, “What else?” Can I predict the future, that 9:30 will be violated? If you’ve done your research, you know, I haven’t had a personal relationship with my upstairs neighbors before tonight. I’m sorry.
“Why is there a wolf spray in the bag?” I’m sorry.
We said, “Because I am delusional. I’m sorry.
“…”
“Why did she suddenly show up?” she said. I’m sorry.
And We paused and said, “I do not know, ask him.” I’m sorry.
It’s in the interrogation room.
He sat in his chair and answered the same question: “I love Kang and want to make a statement. I’m sorry.
“Why do you carry a baseball bat? I’m sorry.
He said, “Because I’m good at sports, I want to show her my strengths. In front of someone you like, you can’t stop a peacock. I’m sorry.
“This reason is far-fetched. I’m sorry.
And the night of the last night laughed, and said, “What do you want for a reason? Can I predict the future and know that the beast will commit a crime tonight? I’m sorry.
“…”
And he leaned forward, folded his fingers, and carried with him a little twilight: “If I could have predicted the future, I would not have waited until now.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The line at the door of Unit 1 had access to poor surveillance, and it was magically powered tonight.
It records a 47-second image.
The tall and strong man threw a bicycle at the girl ‘ s head, splattering blood in between.
The girl stopped struggling.
A man who removes his belt and pulls her pants off commits a crime.
And behind him was a silent long shadow, raised a baseball bat and hit it.
I don’t know.
Meanwhile, the police found his laptop at Wang Weiqiang ‘ s house.
The computer contained a private account that he did not know, which was full of his dirty thoughts about the 17-year-old girl downstairs.
He deliberately destroyed the street light circuit and he wanted to close her.
He will make her a flower of his own, to be with him forever.
I don’t know.
He’s a famous criminal advocate.
He took over the case.
Father Xu argued that the act of Xue Song was “a violent crime of rape and an act of defence” and should be considered as self-defense.
The court rejected the decision.
Integrated surveillance video, live evidence, witness testimony.
The Court found that, at the time of the victim ‘ s rescue, it did not speak out against the perpetrator, but rather directly assaulted him.
The act was disproportionate to defence and was suspected of intentional homicide.
He shall be sentenced to six years ‘ imprisonment if he has attained the age of sixteen and is under eighteen.
I’m sorry, Dad.
However, the sentence was upheld in the second final instance.
Six years, 2192 days, the best time of his youth, he will spend in prison walls.
I saved Grandma. He saved me.
And himself, unforeseeable.
On that day, I sat in the witness stand and heard the final sentence of the judge.
And the hammer smitten as if it had fallen upon my chest, and made me see the truth in despair.
I can’t fight fate.
At that moment, I cried so hard that I was holding the table down, my throat was blocked by tears and my eyes were blurry.
I cannot take heed of the sight of my eyes, and it is a flood of guilt and despair that will drown me.
And the young man who stood still in his back in the whole sentence suddenly took a glimpse of me.
He smiled a little and said, “King, don’t cry. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The “juvenile crime” has been set in motion.
The controversy over the boundaries of “self-defense” and “overdefence” has been raging in the legal world.
Numerous expert scholars and ordinary people, either from their own legal point of view or from a pristine moral standpoint, have engaged in protracted discussions on this topic.
Some reporters smelled trying to interview me, and I moved with Grandma with her help.
Far from the journalists and from the neighbours who lit the lights upstairs.
On a sunny day, my application finally got approved.
I went to the prison to visit Xue.
His red inches were black and seven shiny ear nails were removed.
He was sitting behind the glass, wearing orange vests, calm, seeing me and smiling, as if nothing was different.
But no one can ignore the handcuffs on his wrist.
The thought was right. Never get out of control in front of him.
However, only one look at him and the tears fall.
I can’t talk when I choke.
It’s the last thing I said.
“Ginger, why do you always cry? I can’t wipe your tears anymore. I’m sorry.
Tears were falling, and I rushed to cover my eyes with paper.
I said, “Sorry. I’m sorry.
He said, “Do not be foolish. You have no wrong, but others have wronged you.” I’m sorry.
I put my forehead on the table, my shoulder shivered violently and my tears fell on my knees.
“Can you lift your head up?” I want to see you. I’m sorry.
And We hurried to dry our tears and looked with him in silence.
And the night saw me in the morning, and suddenly he smiled, and said, “Is all that is on you is good?” I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s all flesh, it’s better. I’m sorry.
He nods his head and asks, “This won’t affect your studies, will it? I remember you wanted to take Qinghua. I’m sorry.
Why is he so downplayed and concerned about my future?
I took a deep breath and tried to use the tears that soared.
And I said, “Did I not tell you something? I like you very much. I’m sorry.
And the night of the night was a flash, but he laughed, “Ginger, you’re so stupid. You said that in the afternoon.”
I was rushing to climb the glass: “I didn’t make it clear that day, I was really…”
“Time’s up. I’m sorry.
He stood up at the door and turned back.
And he said with his heart: “King, let me tell you a secret. Indeed, I like a senior sophomore who saves you by accident. Don’t give me the likeness of being with each other.” I’m sorry.
I nodded and laughed so easily: “Of course, I know you like people. I’m sorry.
The door’s closed, he’s gone.
My back slides slowly down the wall, and I can finally cry out loud.
You probably don’t know that.
In another time and in love with me for many years, in 2023, you yourself, dedicatedly, shared with me your high school blog.
There’s 13 long-blogs in it that record your dark love since 2014.
The girl you liked, she was sitting in the third row, eating beef fan buns.
You dyed her red hair, you nailed her in a row, trying to draw her attention, and she knew nothing about it.
My brother told you to confess, but you didn’t think you’d be late for Qinghua.
So your relationship is limited to the third and last rows, and there is an occasional overlap of names in the back of the papers.
Until that afternoon, she suddenly appeared before you and asked if you could teach her to go over the wall.
You look calm, but there’s a hundred people dancing inside.
Her name is Ginger.
12
Grandma didn’t die, and I stayed in time.
I filled out all the legal issues.
In the end, I took the Chinese University of Political Science and Law.
I followed a white-haired teacher to study defence and self-defence penalties.
On several occasions, I applied to visit the evening, but was told that the prisoner had refused to meet with me.
I remember a long time ago when he hinted at me to forget him and to talk about a huge love.
How is that possible?
I’m not the only one with you who has a short-term relationship between 2014 and 2015.
We have a long love that spans four years and more, and I owe you one life.
I travel between the library and the teacher’s office every day, refusing all the obscurities.
My roommate laughed at me as a nun, and I was the only one who knew.
When I served my sentence in the walls of the prison, I turned myself into a moving cell.
He wouldn’t see me, but I had my way with him.
In the autumn of 2018, my city was finally recorded in a 100-degree map.
I opened a long-standing functional interface.
In the summer of 2015, outside the Parsons district, there was an aunt who was pushing a car called Ice Beverage, and a tree-slanted Guangyuland.
There are no grandmothers in light blue shirts and no chess masters.
Everything has changed.
Starting with the scrawny stick that knocked on a man’s head in the fall, the branch of fate broke.
During that period, countless new green buds grew and the vines became entangled, spreading a new storyline.
I hesitated to enter a new address: 2nd High School, Coast City.
The image leaps and changes, and eventually becomes clear and stable.
There is a familiar pair of people by the outer wall of secondary school.
The youths looked after red positions and the young girls had high ponytails.
The youths held the young girls ‘ wrists and ran fast, and the corner of the school uniform flew up in the air.
It was the fall of 2015, me and Xue.
He smiled and looked back, and the virulent wind went to extremes, and the side of his face reflected an amazing radians under the sun.
It’s beautiful. It’s beautiful.
But such a bright man will suffer within the walls for six years.
Tears began to blur my eyes and I wiped them out.
There seems to be a voice in the meditation that tells me, Ginger, you have to pull yourself together, you have to think, you have to think…
The brain is running fast, and fate is stinging on me at this moment.
I bit my lips, and felt the twilight connection in the air, and I wrangled it in my hand.
This time and space, in 2015, Grandma didn’t die, so her image was not recorded in the street.
This time and space, in 2015, the big turn of fate was a long night, so he appeared in the street view.
If I could go back from autumn 2023 to autumn 2015, save Grandma.
Well, can I go back from the fall of 2018 to the fall of 2015, save a snack?
My heart beats so hard that I try to remember the vortex of time years ago.
Before that, what did I do to induce that irresistible gravitational force?
Tears slip slowly and I reach out and touch the screen.
A huge gravitational force stretches through the tip of the finger… Time and space stop moving.
I crashed, I fell.
To complete the destiny that belongs to Kang.
13
In the fall of 2015, the senior high school student Ginger’s bedroom.
I opened my eyes and tactfully pressed the alarm clock.
Grandma put beef fan buns on the table, and I threw a smile at her and gave her a big hug.
“Why are you so passionate?” I’m sorry.
“I’m not going home tonight. I’m sorry.
She noded her head and brought me congee.
I’m not afraid to drink half of it, and I’m looking up: “Grandmother, can you bring me some buns to school?” I have a classmate who wants to eat your bag. I’m sorry.
Grandma smiled with her eyes sewn. I’m sorry.
I took the bag, jumped down the stairs in three steps and waved goodbye to the little old lady.
And this time I did not embrace my grandmother.
Because I knew this time I would come back alive.
Step out of the bus, step into the classroom, go to the back.
The boys who were talking about basketball were quiet.
The red inch in the middle of the day suddenly strangled his lips.
And the sun of the morning shall pour down, and the seven ears shall shine.
I’m very angry, 17-year-old.
There was tears in my eyes, and I finally came to him and smiled with tears.
“This is my grandmother’s bag. Please eat! I’m sorry.
The evening rose at an instant, and the chair’s legs rubbed the ground and made a very strong noise.
He was too busy to speak with his hands and hands on the hot bun.
The brothers laughed.
“Oh, I see someone’s nervous. I’m sorry.
“I haven’t had breakfast either. Can I have some? I’m sorry.
And the night shall return to its soul, and the people who will turn their hands open, and they shall guard their bags.
“Get out of here, this is for me!”
I whispered, “Can you do me a favor? I’m sorry.
Then he stood still and looked at him like a ghost, and cried out, “I’m the son of a bitch I dreamed about yesterday.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him without blinking, and I wanted to remember all his lively expressions, all his exaggerated physical moves.
For that deep autumn, separated by the walls of the prison, by the night, and by the ginger.
He finally calmed down and coughed, and said, “What is the matter? Say it. I’m sorry.
I smiled and said, “Can I ask your father, who is known as a criminal advocate, if one day my family and I are involved in a criminal case?” I’m sorry.
“How do you know that I didn’t tell anyone at school about my parents?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything.
When he hit his thigh, he said, “Do you love me? You spy on me, don’t you? I’m sorry.
A familiar line, a familiar narcissism.
And tears came forth, and We suppressed the cry, and said: Yes, I have fallen in love with you, and I have fallen in love with you for many generations. I’m sorry.
The night broke out of hand and feet, and a whole bunch of paper towels were drawn from the same table.
“Why are you crying? Why don’t you stop crying for me? I’m sorry.
14
After the first session, I called the neighbourhood council and told him that the city authorities would come tonight to check on the district infrastructure, of which surveillance facilities were the focus.
At noon, I didn’t roll over the wall.
Late reading, I didn’t roll over the wall.
When the bell rings after school, I repeat at the last time the distinction between self-defence and self-defence.
Then put the fruit knife in the boots.
Last intersection, good friend to the left, and I to the left.
She turned left, I turned right and hit 110 in the commissary.
“The 7-door sheds in Porsón, there seems to be an unknown explosive. I’m sorry.
In the mind of the shopkeeper, I paid a dollar and turned away.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes… seven minutes have passed.
At 9:27, I walked into the alley.
The lights flashed a few times, and then went into total darkness.
And I carried my leg, and I stepped on it precisely.
There was a strong force coming behind me, holding my waist tight and dragging me back.
I struggled so hard that he left more bruises on me.
He slapped me on the cheek, then he held me in my limbs and dragged me to the corner of the garage.
And I saw it, and it was an incompetent watch, and at this moment a red dot was lit, and a shadow looked over me.
And seven windows in Unit 1 301, seven far away, were dark, and Grandma went to the movies, just like her time, and she was safe.
I’m in my heart, slowly showing a smile.
Tore it up, and the coat was ripped open.
The man took his belt off and pulled my pants again.
The skin was exposed to the cold air and squeezed over and over again by the hot palms, and he was excited to lower his head and look for the entrance.
The recitation this afternoon of the five elements of self-defence is now pouring into my mind.
There are violations of the law, which are ongoing, and defenders are defensive, defensive and do not clearly exceed the necessary limits.
I’ll do it.
I snapped my legs, climbed my fingers, pulled a fruit knife out of my boots.
The blade reflected a bright light and I stabbed it.
He’s subconscious to the right.
The blade had arrived on the right without any knowledge.
It’s like he hit a fruit knife.
Blood is flowing.
I pulled out the rags that shut my mouth and screamed.
Surveillance won’t see my heart leaping and killing.
I even lost my knife and tried to see his injuries.
Although I know that this knife is stuck in the same position as Grandma’s neck.
Then she could not come back, and now she will surely die.
And the siren came crying,
I close my eyes, I fall out of my arms, and tears flow.
15
“Seventeen-year-old senior high school student against rapists” has been reported as a cause of great social unrest.
Discussions on the case are heard in buses, breakfast shops, malls, mobile phones, television and everywhere.
The news column worked all night on topics, journalists went to the streets and randomly interviewed people.
“What do you think of this case? I’m sorry.
“The rapist is an animal and should die.” I’m sorry.
The grandfather of chess is skilled in using the words “The bastard was deliberately murdered and the girl was self-defense.” She’s protecting herself!”
“I know that girl, she’s a good girl, she can’t go to jail!” I’m sorry.
The camera swayed and stayed in front of a red-headed teenager.
The microphone passed.
His lips were dry and silent, and he finally said, “She is already a victim and cannot be persecuted again. Our national laws protect justice, don’t they? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
In this case, the Liang Province Public Prosecutor ‘ s Office attached great importance to the appointment of a specialized person to examine the facts and evidence of the case.
In the case of minors, which coincided with the most hot line between “self-defence” and “overdefence” in recent years, the court twice decided to adjourn the case.
He took over my case and defended me for free.
Three months later, the court handed down its judgement.
Finds that Kang’s resistance with a fruit knife is a self-defence act for the protection of his personal security and that it is in accordance with article 20, paragraph 1, of the Criminal Code of the People’s Republic of China, is self-defence and does not incur criminal liability under the law.
This has been highly appreciated by all sectors of society, who believe that the ruling has given full prominence to the notion that “law cannot yield to injustice” and has strengthened public faith in the rule of law.
I don’t know.
The day I walked out of the prison, the snow came down in the coastal city.
Grandma came to me with her umbrella.
There were no horrible scars on her neck and her smile was as warm as before.
Tears blurted their eyes.
I reached out and touched the snow on the side of the road.
It’s the only cold that makes me know I did it.
The two people I loved most were rescued from the indeterminate and powerful gear of fate.
I shivered and put cold fingers on my face.
There were hot tears coming down and stinging the skin.
Grandma came to see me cry and she had a red eye.
The little old lady gave me a piece of paper to wipe my tears, and she gnawed, and she said, “Speak, don’t cry, the pain is gone, it’s out.” I’m sorry.
I just murmured: “Grandma, I’m not bitter, I’m so lucky. I’m sorry.
A common man who is not fully aware of the full power is being dragged into the vortex of time.
I have failed repeatedly and fell again and again, fighting heaven as an ant and being brutally crushed as an ant.
But I have a chance to start over.
Every cycle of despair collapses is like an opportunity.
Let me dry my tears, gnaw my teeth, learn from my experience and, once again, launch the impact of the mantle arm on fate.
In countless causes and consequences that are doomed to failure, I have hit one in a thousand.
How lucky is this?
Grandma didn’t know about my psychological activities, and the little old lady was saying thanks to the woman who sent me out.
The police officer was a bit embarrassed and whispered, “Don’t thank me, Grandma, it’s your girl, it’s your country’s law.” I’m sorry.
She turned back a little.
Grandma didn’t rush away.
She showed me that I was holding an umbrella, and I pulled out a new scarf from the bag, round and round, on my neck.
Warm, fine hairlined feet ironed for me against the cold.
She looked to the left and looked right and smiled with satisfaction: “It’s nice. Come on, words, let’s go home. I’m sorry.
We travelled in the snow in a very shallow way, and she talked to me about what had happened outside the time I was in detention.
The men next door are not playing chess, they’re watching TV every day, and they’re calling him a bastard and dying.
The street lights in the district were fixed, the new light bulb was lighted and the old lady on the first floor strongly protested.
A new one-key alarm device was installed in the alley, and numerous similar devices flowed to various parts of the city, setting up a security line in silence.
And…
Grandma suddenly stopped.
16
I looked at her.
A young man in a big red velvet, standing in the ice, looking at me in silence.
And the red hair of the night was dyed with it, and it appeared here at this time of school.
He did not hold the blood-stained baseball bat and was not locked in his freedom by a high wall.
He was still the young man who wanted to do what he wanted, who was free and in the flood of time.
That’s good. I saved him in the fight with fate.
Grandma smiled and said, “Your classmates also said that his parents worked hard and paid me for food every month and came to my house every day for breakfast and midnight. I’m sorry.
I don’t know. There’s tears coming up.
I suddenly thought of some time in the air in 2023.
He’s so cold, he’s like a wife.
I went on a long trip abroad and he went to my grandmother’s house to eat.
He said she had to take care of him, but he was the one who accompanied the old man and left him alone.
You haven’t changed a bit.
I asked Grandma, “Will you object if I say I want to be in love? I’m sorry.
The little old lady was a man who had a bright ear, and looked back and forth between me and Xue-soon, until the young man had red ears, and I couldn’t last.
She laughed and said, “No. It would be nice if one more person in the world loved our words. I’m sorry.
Different time and space, same wish.
I hugged the little old lady with tears, but she pushed her away: “Are you going to thank someone else?” He begged his father to take over your case. Did you say thank you? I’m sorry.
I’m talking a little bit.
It just happened that the bus stopped and Grandma got in slow.
And waved at me, “Speak, I’ve taken the umbrella, so don’t snow.” We’ll have dinner at night. Grandma’s cooking rib soup! I’m sorry.
The bus is gone.
I don’t have an umbrella. It’s the kid across the street.
I took a deep breath and ran for a long night.
He turned his umbrella to my side in silence, even-handed, and covered me with all the snow.
“I have something to say to you. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and said, “I also have something to say to you. I’m sorry.
I’m in a hurry to jump up and say, “Let me say first, I actually liked it a long time ago…”
He said, “I had a long dream, that we had been in love for many years. I’m sorry.
I broke my throat.
And when he heard the whirlwind, he said: I dreamt of my presence in the place where thou wast hurt, and I lifted up a rod and killed the rapist. I’m sorry.
I looked up at him with my heart.
And the youth looked at me in pain, and reached out and touched my cheek: “You are covered in blood, crying for me to run.” I didn’t run, and then I went to jail. I’m sorry.
I finally got my voice back: “It was just a dream. I’m sorry.
And he looked at me without blinking, and suddenly he threw his umbrella and kissed me with his face, and kissed me deeply.
I’m holding his waist in a reflex.
And when he heard it, he said: I would have preferred it not to be a dream, if only I could have stood in your way on that night. I’m sorry.
A hot drop of tears in my neck.
I’m frozen.
Then there were tears that fell out of my eye.
You’re in front of me. You just forgot.
On that day, the blizzards and snows were floating and the temperature was the lowest in the coastal city.
But I feel warmer than ever.
He bought a long set of firecrackers from the alley to the back of the alley, and he gnawed and blew up the earth.
The council came out in a hurry, and saw me and Grandma dancing, laughing, and turning their heads.
Neighbors came out of the window and shouted, “Good to go home! I’m sorry.
Say, “Good New Year, Grandpa! I’m sorry.
Actually, it’s a long time before New Year’s.
In the house, the hot rib pans were set up and Grandma gave me the right to drink.
Three wine cups collided and made the sound of joy.
On January 27, 2016, over five hours, the 18-year-old Kang-joon student was drunk, holding his grandmother in his left hand, holding his right hand for the night, and suddenly began crying, saying “You’re all alive.”
Yeah, they’re all alive. They’re gonna live long.
You know, fate often plays dumb puzzles.
But you’ll never know whether you’re a winner or not until the time of the mystery.
Well, please run bravely.
Even ordinary people can be heroes.
And fate will reward the heroes with no loss,
I’ll always be with you, and I’ll see you in the morning.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
