A boyfriend who was punched and kicked in the face with a mark pen and said he was going to protect my life.
“Put it on her face. I’m sorry.
His butt fell from my head, and Mars splattered on my wrist, and it went out.
Like my last hope.
He didn’t come to save me, he sent me to hell.
“I hate the mole of her eyebrows. Do something. I won’t see it again. I’m sorry.
He’s whispering.
Scumbags must do their duty.
One.
How to make a tear mole disappear.
Even these abusive gangsters are now facing each other and helplessly.
“Take the knife off. I’m sorry.
One of the recommendations.
“It’s bad blood if her parents call the police or come to school. I’m sorry.
The other one’s chickening out.
“What do you say? We’re going to disappoint him? I’m sorry.
They laugh at each other while they argue with each other in a charred manner.
My “honey” boyfriend Qi has a cold face.
His eyes were emptied, and he was scattered all over, except for Us.
Until the smoke ran out of his hand, he almost had a fingertip on his finger, and the cyborg came over, one hand torn my uniform, and he showed his coat.
The other little fox’s pin, with a rusty spot, hurts his eye in an instant.
His eyes were red and his white hands were still brutal.
I can’t tell you why.
The “stabbing” of the coat, with its white vest in it, led to a brawl and an unkind exchange between the boys.
“With this. He threw the pin at the head, “Don’t make it too big, save the trouble. I’m sorry.
Both the requirements and the instruments were completed, and he did not look at the end of the bloody scene and went on.
He’s dirty.
Oh, yeah, he’s still bleeding.
Only I know he’s bleeding.
When I was eight years old, I gave him blood.
In the blood transfusion, the little one went into my little arms, covered his head, covered his face, crying and saying that he was afraid of blood, that he could not look, and that he was not afraid if he wished to hold, wish to hold.
I wish. He’s my sniveling little fox. He’s a good boy.
Now that the fox has grown, he’s gonna bite my neck.
“Why? * I’m dead * What did I do wrong? I’m sorry.
And We cried out against his back, and he was more horrified than when it rained.
“Because you’re ugly.” And he said, “Oh, ugly, really think I’d like you? I’m sorry.
Ugly?
I’m ugly?
I don’t believe it. I’m a soft-handed flower. I’m the goddess who lined up.
At the New Year’s celebration, when I played the violin in my white dress, my father said I was more beautiful than an angel.
That’s not the reason.
But I didn’t have time to think about it. He was in the corner, and the little punks couldn’t wait to come and laugh, pick out the pins and show the light.
I turned back, but there was no way back.
A rough thumb and an index finger to my jaw and a needle to my face.
Torture began.
And then again, with no mercy, the tip of the needle pierced my eyebrow, as if it had to be crushed before it stopped.
The congee is cold all over the body, and the screams echo in the streets.
He hasn’t gone far.
He’ll hear you.
Two.
I don’t understand. I don’t understand why Kikuchi hates this mole.
In pursuit of me, he said that even if I ran to Quantuan, I could be found with this mole.
And when he was with him, he kissed him and swore to me that he would always love me to heal me, and that he would not let even one tear flow through this mole.
But now I’m crying to pieces.
The salty tears go down with blood and the pain of the wounds.
Oh, he’s giving orders, lest these people let me down.
The execution ended and the crowd dispersed.
And We picked up the bloodied little fox’s brooch, and we kept it in our hands, and the cold, sweaty hands didn’t shake.
When we went to kindergarten together, the teacher read to us “The Little Prince.”
The next morning, he pulled me under the tree, opened the palm and showed the pin.
“Train me, we’ll need each other. “He’s got the words in his book on his chest.
He may not understand what he is saying, but he remains as religious as a believer.
“May it be that after that you are my only little prince and I am your only fox. I’m sorry.
Later, the prince’s fox left his trainer.
But my fox showed his teeth and claws to tear me apart and step on me.
I’m holding my hand even tighter, and my brooch’s got a pain in life.
I hit my fist and threw it out.
The rusty little metal flips over twice, falls into the suture of the girdle and rolls into the sewers of the city ‘ s raisins.
It stinks, it stinks.
3
In fact, bullying is not the first time.
It all started half a month ago.
First of all, I’ve always held my hand and put my boyfriend in the sky’s name, and I’ve been left behind.
The telephone calls were not answered, the information was not returned, and the wiping of the shoulders in the school was strange.
Bullying and isolation followed.
A classroom, back to the classroom, a paper plane full of ground.
– That’s a page of my books and my homework torn down, full of “magics.”
Ziji picked one up and flew to me.
My eyes were pierced, I ate, and another girl grabbed my hair and lifted me from the ground.
She left a hand and put a chalk in my mouth.
“Lin Wish, we’ve been watching you for a long time. You’re just like your ugly mother. You’re a born bitch! I’m sorry.
“We heard your mother was sleeping with someone, destroying someone’s family, so you went to this international school? I’m sorry.
Spells are pouring in, without a chest, and suffocating.
“So what if you hook up with the kiki? Ask him if he wants you now? I’m sorry.
This last line of Chai, pull me back to my senses.
I’m not a victim waiting to die.
I’ve got platinum in my hand, full of disgusting, dry plaster.
I went to Chai, and when she laughed, I grabbed her hair, pulled it down and put the chalk back into her mouth.
I crushed her to pieces, fine enough to choke her with tears, coughing at the table and vomiting.
Are you happy?
Usually, but it’s usually a cost.
The bell rings, the class director walks into the class and the word “witnesses” is used to identify me as a bully against Ziyi.
The schoolmaster picked up a paper plane and opened it, and it was my name and my notes.
He kept his mouth open until the sentence was handed down, and Kifang Zhong Zhong was in his pocket.
It smells like smoke. He never touched it.
“The wrong class. He said it deliberately.
It’s a “wreck” in front of us.
Mr. Sun, what happened to your class? Why would Lin want to bully Chai-il? I’m sorry.
The school director’s son has spoken, and this farce can be sealed.
“Lin wishes, and Zhiyi apologized, and then went to the door to stand up and attend classes.” I’m sorry.
He blocked my way without waiting for me to say, “If Zhij does not accept, the school can ask you to drop out of school according to the school rules.” I’m sorry.
4
I’m not stinging to the word “sorry” especially where there is no justice.
I didn’t expect that.
I didn’t know that until a long time later. That’s what it means.
He lets them beat me at will, insult me, and make me a dog.
Only two, one can’t force me away, and the other can’t hurt my hands.
Should I thank him?
Maybe.
I’ve studied violins for 12 years.
I went to the conservatory and became a real violinist, and I wanted to play, and the violinist’s hand was their life.
Thank him for putting my body under my feet and keeping my dreams in my hands.
Pretty punk, pretty touching.
Chai’s distress is just the beginning, after which dead spiders, 502 glue, red ink, rotting food are often in my desk and school bags.
This is all tacitly and with support.
My mother did not sit by and she did not hesitate to take me to the police. Unfortunately, there was no evidence, it was difficult to open a case, and we had to wait until our mother and daughter came back.
She then visited the school again, demanding that it be held accountable and putting an end to such bullying.
She was called to the principal’s office and she said something that magnified my mother’s pupils.
She was shocked, helpless and blameless.
My mother bowed to the principal and said she’d be in trouble.
I didn’t hear what she said, but I heard very little about the name of Kibaki.
That’s when I started the protection mechanism. I filtered it out.
I do not want to believe that all this is connected to him, even though the clues have grown so thick that they cannot be ignored.
Until the tip of the pin pierced my skin, I had to believe.
5
How? Who did?
My mom, not really an unqualified mom.
When I was wearing a rotten coat, with blood on my face, and opening the door, she came up in pain and shook my body like crazy.
I’m sure that now I’m going to give you a name and she’s going to come out with a knife.
Unless I’m talking about someone…
“The Specs. “I swallowed my spit and looked at her.
My mom stopped moving.
“Mom will get you a Band-Aid and Mom will disinfect you…”
She didn’t pull the knife, she didn’t run out, she turned back to her room.
Why?
Yes, Kifumi is my childhood boy.
Yes, his father was a well-known entrepreneur, a school board and an unattractive character.
Yeah, he was pathetic. His mother jumped off the roof a few years ago.
And?
And then everyone’s afraid of him.
There’s no justice in this world if there’s nothing to do with him?
“Mom, no, I know, he’s not wrong, it’s me, it’s me. I’m sorry.
I slapped myself in front of her in revenge on her bloody wound.
The wound broke, and the blood fell on my hand, on her face.
‘Cause I grew this mole and I was ugly. I’m sorry.
She cried, and the tears crossed her eye.
She knows I’m not ugly, and I look like her, like a mole in the same spot.
How could I be ugly?
“No, I hope you didn’t do anything wrong. But you don’t want to hate him. You hate Mom. Forgive him. I’m sorry.
Bad.
There’s no such thing as good things.
Six.
I went to school with a Band-Aid.
By no means, I have reached the period of my physiology, and my abdominal pain is unbearable, and my face is pale on the table.
Every physiology period, I was very upset, and I remember in the old days, warm babies, painkillers, red sugar.
This is no exception.
At lunch break, he came to our class, sitting behind me, laughing at a few classmates, one of whom was also involved in the evil that I suffered yesterday.
“Chily, may you be sick, go get her a glass of red sugar. I’m sorry.
Zai Yi will do as she is upset.
I turned my head and looked at him.
A brief look at him, whose eyes are as deep as the sea, aversion, mercy, hostility, regret, so many complex and contradictory things, and he is abounding.
But all I see is confusion and hatred.
And We compared him with him in his mouth, silently: Why? I’m sorry.
He scorned and laughed as if I didn’t deserve the answers.
Soon, hot water came, and Zhiji left it on my desk.
I’ve come to the top of the table.
He squeezed the bottle, he burned his hands open, he shuddered in exaggerating, and he said, “How can you drink it?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t drink it.” I’m sorry.
“It’s still something to drink. May, may, may, may, may, may, may, may I drink hot water during the physiology? I’m sorry.
And the Qur’an crouched at my feet, and smote me with the tatters of cold sweat, and softly melted me, like every moment before.
Even though I do not understand that his tenderness at this moment is a poison around his finger, a sip of the intestine, rotting.
Raise your glasses and send them to my mouth.
“Drink it.”
“How to drink?”
Drinking, hot liquids will attack from their tongues, throats, esophagus, and burn fragile mucus.
What do I think, he wants me dead?
“May it be, why don’t you listen? I’m sorry.
Whisper softly, but like a ghost.
“I don’t drink. * I’m standing still. *
“You don’t drink? He smiled, and he stood up, and he said, “That’s no way. I’m sorry.
If you don’t drink, drink with your body.
And he smiled, and raised his cup high, and he poured hot brown liquids from my head, wetted my long hair, entered my skirt, and dipped down.
She looked stupid, and she said nothing.
“She’s wet! “The boys laughed.
Hot, painful, sticky, humiliating.
I stood up and wiped the water from my face.
“The Specs. “I don’t know why, or even why. I’m sorry.
When I said I didn’t care, he started to laugh.
I’m going to show him the scar below. He doesn’t like the mole. I want him to see it.
“But to do evil, to do it. I’ll get it back myself. I’m sorry.
I picked up an empty bottle and hit him hard.
It’s a steady catch, but it’s a loss.
7
I’m finally sick.
The fever’s on. My mom’s home looking after me.
I heard her on the phone in the middle of my bedroom, intermittently, saying that I was sick, that I wanted to change school, or something, and the name of Kifang.
The information is so noisy and fragmented that it is hard for me to understand how they are connected, and I can’t even guess who the person on the other side of the phone is.
In the evening, I received a message from Kifang.
Why don’t you come to school?
I didn’t.
A few minutes later, another one.
Yesterday’s water temperature wasn’t that high, it wouldn’t burn you. _Other Organiser
Well, I haven’t said a word yet. He comforted himself first.
Follow me.
Does your stomach hurt so much? _Other Organiser
There’s painkillers in the left drawer of your dining room. _Other Organiser
He withdrew and reissued one.
You’re coming to school tomorrow? _Other Organiser
I’m not coming to school. What’s so important to him?
Oh, less fun.
We looked away, and in the early hours of the morning, he even called a phone and rang two times, and hung up in haste.
Instead of the last message tonight.
[Sleep early, sleep without pain.] _Other Organiser
The next day, the fever fell a little, 38.3°C, and my mom took another day off.
At night, the message came a little earlier than yesterday.
Why don’t you practice the violin? _Other Organiser
How did he know I didn’t practice the violin?
He’s downstairs?
I dazzled the temple, dragged the patient up, pulled the curtains.
It took him a long time to send the next one.
You’ll come to school again, won’t you? _Other Organiser
Don’t you always want to know why? You come to school tomorrow, I’ll tell you. _Other Organiser
I thought about it, and I finally got back to two words.
[Don’t have to. _Other Organiser
The fact that the violence happened, even the great secret, could not redeem his sins.
He’s seconds back.
Please, I beg of you. Take it easy. _Other Organiser
I can imagine the way he bites his teeth and looks like he’s strong, but whatever.
Shut down, close your eyes.
I slept well.
8
The next day I went back to school.
Early in the morning, Kifang was inadvertently walking outside our class.
Behold me, his eyes are bright, and he shines, and He sets up a fire of unknown and dumb, and he complains, and he is strong.
For a few days, my fever receded, and the virulent did not diminish their share.
After school, a group headed by Zaiyi blocked me.
They pushed me into the corner, and Zaiyi went straight into her hands and started tearing my uniform.
She yelled at me.
I’m no stranger. I’m surprised. It’s her dumb voice.
She’s the perpetrator. Why is she crying?
Take off her coat, she keeps pulling my shirt, red eyes, and slaps me in the face.
I looked at her.
“It’s your bitch! He’s wet and he doesn’t forget to seduce men! Until the girl next to her stomped my head.
From their piecemeal words, I finally found out that I was away these days.
Ziqi got hot water with the same hot hands.
“You want her dead? I’m sorry.
And so he stood down and looked at her, and commanded with a reckoning expectation: “Drink down and taste.” I’m sorry.
She opened the lid and the heat blindfolded her.
She drank and burned a tongue bubble.
That’s ridiculous.
This is ridiculous!
I have no reason to count the pain of my death as a mountain, and I have to count it back.
The end of the world is my bad luck.
And now, at the time of the tragedy, the Qin motto is “just happen” passing through the alley.
Ziyi died strangling my neck, and when I struggled, he appeared, and he cleared his voice.
And Zaiji was shaky, and his hands were hidden behind him, waiting for his attitude towards the hazing and sentencing me to follow.
It’s cold and it looks at my direction.
“She’s hard, she doesn’t know how to be soft. He’s got his chin up.
“Why don’t you teach her how to be free? I’m sorry.
She’s relieved, she’s stunned, and she’s got a bad smile.
When these words are said, the cylindrical hysteria swallows, almost incomplete sentences.
And the look that fell upon my face before it was a swaying cry.
Please, soft?
9
She’s got it. She’s got it.
She’s very tired, panting, telling the others.
“How proud I am to see you all wet that day. Why don’t you take her clothes off and let her show us how to seduce a man? I’m sorry.
It’s been a while since my throat.
They play real.
By order of Zhiji, the fabric stings, is pulled from me, and the whole process is accompanied by video lectures and photographs of the Zilong.
I tried to escape, my hair was caught dead, and countless hands put me on the ground, and Zhiyi’s feet stepped on my face.
People are so pure and bad.
At this moment, the dirty pieces of glass in the mud are within my reach, the last chance.
I didn’t hesitate to grab him and stab him in the back of her feet.
She screamed, and she was so shocked.
I got up, covered the rest of my body, covered my hair, lifted the tiny piece of glass, and died on my back against the corner.
Stay back! Stay back! This is a crime! I’m sorry.
Unfortunately, in vain, in vain.
They were so many, they quickly took control of me, and the glass was stolen and fell into her hands.
Zaiyi’s eyes are red, and he’s coming at me like crazy. You stab me!”
She’s saying she’s suddenly staring at my left hand and making a weird and vicious laugh.
“I hear you play your violin very well, and you want to pass to the music school…”
She lifts the murder weapon up high, with the horns up like a devil.
A moment.
Blood spill.
Two.
I heard something cracking.
Three.
Four.
I don’t know.
I fell on my hands, my wrists…
– She broke my life.
10
And the funny thing is, eventually, it’s the Kien motto that stops all of this.
He heard a noise, came back like a madman, drove the crowd away, took off his uniform and put it on me, and kneeled at me in the corner.
“Get up!” I’m sorry.
He has emboldened himself with his apathy and calm.
I shouldn’t have him.
“Don’t pretend, Lin-joon, get up. I’m sorry.
I took my right hand, and I showed it covered in red.
He’s useless. He fainted first.
Up against the wall, the cylindrical obscurity shudders his head, pulls out his cell phone, squeaks:
“I’ll call an ambulance. Don’t be afraid. It’ll be all right.
“No need. * I stood up and pushed him away with blood hands. *
“Don’t be soft with me, don’t apologize, don’t regret, make me sick. I’m sorry.
He tried to help me, put his arms out, but he didn’t know where to put them.
“May you be all right, your hands will be all right…”
He begs me to strengthen his courage when he’s scared, right? I’m sorry.
My last filament was all over me, and I cried out to him, “Go away!”
Eleven.
In the hospital, the doctors lamented the results with my mother.
– Finger, wrist, multiple muscular and fratricidal fractures.
In a euphemism, at least for a few years, I can’t lift the violin, my fingers, and I can’t press the chord.
No one dares to talk directly to me.
But I’m not stupid, moving my fingers, and I can sense that they’ve been so flexible that they’re not as weak as part of my body.
I leaned on my bed and looked at my mother and said, “Do I deserve it?” I’m sorry.
The whole room is silent.
And the aunt who was in the care of the children was so quiet and so close, that she could hear what I was doing when I was young.
“Why should I fight them, or take off my clothes, or take some pictures?” They’re trying to humiliate me. I’m sorry.
I hammered my right hand on the bed, and then I went on.
“What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
My mom didn’t talk, put a glass of hot water next to me and walked out.
In the hallway, there’s a nice slap, a slap, another slap.
And then she came in, red and red.
“I wish my mother had not protected you, not anymore. I’m sorry.
Shit, before, say what it’s for.
Once upon a time, the fox said he would protect me.
Later…
No later.
12
Kiki’s been out of the room. He won’t leave, he won’t come in.
My mom went out and kicked him.
He chased my mother to the tea room and stopped her from closing the microwave door.
“Don’t give it to the fast-food group at the store downstairs with carrots. She hates carrots. I’m sorry.
My mother said nothing, and suddenly she died and the rice pack was raised, and the fire in her eyes could kill.
The pelicans closed their eyes and waited for the rice to fall down and the grains scattered over their heads.
She can’t do it.
She bit her teeth and put her arm down: “Is it better if she sees you alive? I’m sorry.
It’s the name of her mother.
It was as if he had suddenly touched his tablet, and his tongue ran away with evil and left only one sentence: “You do not deserve to mention my mother!” I’m sorry.
My mother looked down on his back, half-wired and whispering, “You have no right to care about the wish.” I’m sorry.
After being driven away, Kifang sent messages to bomb me.
I’m sorry. _Other Organiser
I’m sorry. _Other Organiser
I’m sorry. _Other Organiser
Full of screens and a screen.
When my mother went downstairs to pay for it, she found that I had to pay for it.
“Come over.” So she called his father and said, “Take the money.” I’m sorry.
Not too often, Uncle Ki, but not for the money.
Faced with my gauze wound, his cheeks snubbed and he said nothing.
My mother sat on the bed, and the eyes of the two were deliberately and delicately staggered.
Until Uncle Kiri punched hard and hit the wall.
“Lin wants to suffer, it’s I who cares about the kids. I’m sorry.
He took a deep breath and called my mother’s name.
“The peace, whatever you need, I will make it up to you. I’ll take care of it at school. Whoever hurt her will pay. I’m sorry.
My mom is still silent.
Both? No, there’s an exception.
“The last time you said, “I’ll arrange for a transfer to school. I’m sorry.
My mom still doesn’t care.
He can only scratch his head with embarrassment: “Then I will go first. Call me if you need anything. I’m sorry.
Come to the door. My mom just got up.
“Kiki. She’s screaming at him.
Both of them were heads down and their faces were as ferocious as the sun, obnoxious, oppressive and dazzling.
“You know, the motto should not hate the wish. Whatever has happened before, it has been done by our adults. May nothing be done wrong. I’m sorry.
Uncle Ki waits and nods: “Well. I’m sorry.
And they are well-known and well-versed, and they are at their feet, but they are strewn.
This was not the case with the two of us, and when I learned about Kifang, our mother had been a close friend for decades, and the two families had always been close and close.
His father loved his mother as if there were no principles and no bottom lines.
It all started three years ago when his mother jumped from the ceiling and ended her life.
Subsequently, my parents divorced, and my father left, without any contact with our mother or daughter, except for the cost of living on time every month.
What happened three years ago?
No one told me, and no one told Kien Yi.
As my mother said, it’s their adult business.
Our little world can’t fit. We shouldn’t know.
13
In the days that followed, the kimpon came to the hospital to hide from me in the hallway.
Nurse little sister told me.
She said, “That boy seems to like you. I’m sorry.
When she said that, she turned her eyes and laughed, and saw for herself the things of a young man who was innocent and romantic.
“He’s a young man, like a little old man, and he keeps telling me you’re afraid of needles. I’m sorry.
Pain?
That’s ridiculous. He’s afraid I’ll hurt.
I’d like to tell Chi-Yi they’re smiling together.
“Sister, he’s not a little old man. I’m sorry.
I seriously told the nurse, “He’s scum. I’m sorry.
I decided to meet this piece of shit.
As we passed, Kifang was sitting in a chair, brushing his head on a web page, heatedly down a page, his wrinkled nose was moving, heated and heated.
My shoes were parked in front of him, and he looked up in an impatience, surprised and frightened.
But apparently he didn’t figure out how to deal with me, he didn’t say anything.
“Don’t search. I’m sorry.
I watched him on the screen, “Can he play the violin when his finger muscles are broken?” and laughed with contempt.
“No more, no more pull. I’m sorry.
“No, no, no. I’m sorry.
He was immersed in his preset answer, and he wouldn’t stop sliding his fingers, but whenever he saw the words “not necessarily” “possibly”, his eyes shined, and he lit a line and read it.
He could not admit that he had screwed up, that substantial harm had occurred and that nothing could change.
“I really can’t. I’m sorry.
“I’ll look again. I’m sorry.
I said no! * I suddenly hit his cell phone *
The quiet hospital corridor echoes the sound of glass falling and my out of control growling.
“No more, no more! It’s ruined. Don’t you understand?”
I held up my hand with bandages and reached him with one word.
“This hand, it can’t play the violin. Without a music college, without a golden hall, without a violinist, my dream is broken, and the life I’ve been looking for has been ruined, ruined, ruined.”
It’s like there’s something and it’s broken.
He bit his lower lip, bit his blood, as if he would not cry.
And he comforted himself in a numbness: “No, no.” I’m sorry.
“Well, no, the killer said no. I’m sorry.
I’m lazy and I’m going.
Kifang is in a hurry to get up and stop me:
“I don’t want to. I wish. I never thought of that. I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m being tortured by that picture, and I’m doing this to you.”
“That day, I was out in the alley, and I thought if they went too far, I would stop it immediately, but it was too late. I wish I didn’t want to ruin you. I just wanted to…
I don’t want to hear it.
Raise your hand, slap him in the face, sound as clean as a sound, and hit the pain of the wood in my hand.
“Shut your mouth and go to hell with your self-righteous reasons and your secret. I’m sorry.
I threw him over his face and my hands were up and down.
The palm marks are strong.
“Scum. I’m sorry.
I rub him.
“What are you doing?” This is the hospital! I’m sorry.
I was breathing, my chest was up and down, my arms were swinging and I couldn’t touch him.
“Yes, may I be a scum, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He looked up at me, kneeled on his knees, raised his hands and slapped him in the face.
Ten times harder than I do.
14
They come to the hospital with a permanent motto, and when they see my mom, they’re all very complex.
On the day I was discharged, Kifang followed me and told me what he was doing.
He said he had contacted a hospital outside the country and that he would ask the top chief doctor to treat me, and that in three years’ time, I would be able to play the most exciting tune again with the violin.
He also stated that he had called the police and that Zhiji had reached the age of majority and would be brought to justice for his actions.
He took out his cell phone and played a video in which she cried and cried and apologized for seeing the coffin.
And none of the other bullies involved that day could escape, and the lightest punishment was to drop out of school.
“And you? I put up with the nastiness about this video and asked him, “What about you? I’m sorry.
The problem hit his life and broke him.
And I scoffed: “You are the one who is the one who is the one who started it.” I’m sorry.
It’s a shame to overwhelm.
I don’t need to bullshit, step away.
“May it be, what do you want?”
He went after me, grabbed my sleeve, couldn’t hold it, and his little finger stuck my bandage.
It’s as if I’m holding on to the last hope: “May it be, I can do whatever you want. I’m sorry.
I spin the cup and pass it over: “Drink it down.” I’m sorry.
There is no hesitation in the platinum, no matter how warm the water is, pouring it into the mouth.
Soon, he stopped and lost everything.
Not water.
45 degrees, hot and hot.
I watched his clown-like show: “Do you think it’s water? Do you dream? Do you really want to make amends? I’m sorry.
He’s like a lame joke.
“For what? By being beaten, scolded, written on the face, or poured into a hot bottle of water?” It’s too light. It’s too light. No one needs it. I’m sorry.
I told him, “You will never be redeemed and you will die with your sins.” I’m sorry.
That night, I turned on social software.
A video of a guilty plea and an apology was transmitted everywhere.
In the video, he was sitting on the corner of the wall where I was being bullied.
He put a plastic bag over his head and felt the suffocation of my neck.
He drank a bottle of hot red sugar, and the hotness of the sprouts with a painful heel.
He uses all his capabilities to re-transmit as many people as possible.
To make me see.
I saw it. And?
15
I spent half a month at home.
In the days that followed, I tried to raise the violin with a weak left hand.
The wounds were split and blood was soaked with the gauze that it remained unlifted.
Fortunately, my right hand is fine, and I carefully edited an e-mail to a Dutch school that had received offer early in the morning.
In the e-mail, I carefully documented how he instigated, guided and encouraged others to commit atrocities against me.
I also had some evidence that I had prepared early in the morning, including his apology speech, which was annexed.
Soon, I received a reply that they had verified the truth of the events that I had described and had finally decided to take back the offer and never to receive an application for a obituary.
The Netherlands was the place his mother had wanted most, and the school was his dream for many years.
Well, let’s break our dreams together.
I’ll be in touch soon.
He blocked me outside the hospital while I was alone.
I shrunk back in retrospect, and I have been blocked too many times in the past.
It follows, often with a wide variety of methods, whether in the final analysis or in the end, with fists, humiliation, physical torture and loss of dignity.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m sorry.
He reached out to me with his hands uncontrollably, in exchange for me to shrink even further, with a thin back on the cold wall.
“Are you here to confess? I did e-mail, but that’s what you deserve! I’m sorry.
“Yes, I deserve it. I deserve it. I’m sorry.
And when you say that, you’re so religious, “But I don’t have enough for you. I’m sorry.
And after half of his silence, he took out from his bag, with great care, a few broken books.
“The last time you were torn up, I actually picked it up, and I put a page on it. I thought, when it’s over, I’ll give it back and we’ll get back together. I’m sorry.
So I touched it, and then my face turned sharp, and I tore it to pieces in front of him, and threw it in the trash and turned away.
We tore it fine, slow, hard, like he tore me apart.
It’s stupid to look at it. It’s half a day ago.
“May you not go, come back, right? When you’re better, you’ll go back to school. I’m sorry.
“Well, yes. I’m sorry.
I’m light.
Not really.
But it’s more cruel to give him hope and break it.
On the way, he sent me a message.
May your tear mole be beautiful. _Other Organiser
But when I saw it painted on my mother’s face, I went crazy, and I couldn’t keep my mind. _Other Organiser
I’m really sorry about what happened. _Other Organiser
It’s the first time I’ve been in the middle of the night.
I guess what happened, but I’m still confused, and I’ve returned to one for a long time.
But what does that have to do with me? Am I not the victim? _Other Organiser
16
Soon, Uncle Kiri arranged for me to change school, as he said.
At my mother’s request, it’s a school in another city, far from this place.
Uncle Kiri came to give us the material. I had to take him downstairs alone.
“Three years ago, my mother jumped off a building, right?”
In the stairwell, I asked a cold question.
I’m not that cool. I want to know the truth.
Uncle Kiu should not have walked a few steps in silence and been hiding at the corner of the stairs before he finally surrendered after a sigh.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
‘Cause then my mom got involved in your marriage? I’m sorry.
It was a long silence, and then it was like, “Well.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “But what did I do wrong?” I’m sorry.
Uncle Ki threw a cigarette under his feet, ran over it twice.
“You did nothing wrong, never doubt it. Wrong is the motto. I’m sorry.
Yes, I’m not the perfect victim, but I’m the innocent victim.
Downstairs, Uncle Kie was faceless in front of the car for a long time.
It’s like he’s been through a fight, and he finally pulls out his cell phone and slips a chat.
“I’m not trying to justify it. Wrong or wrong. But if you want, you can see why he’s crazy. A month ago, he saw this. I’m sorry.
I was on the phone, and the chat took place three years ago, the last conversation between my parents, with only one sentence and a picture.
It’s a familiar but long-lost woman, U Sook-sook’s mother.
Her eyebrows, a strange mole on the water pen, are just like my mother and I.
Her face was like a smile and she was wearing a goose-coloured dress the day she jumped off the building.
And the only thing is the saying of farewell: “Look at this mole, like the Quiet? I’m sorry.
Jung is my mother’s name.
All the speculations have been confirmed, and there is no doubt that when these records are seen, the Kien motto and I have come to the same conclusion.
— My mother, as a third person, broke up his parents’ marriage, while his mother, Aunt Wu, was impersonating my mother until the day of her suicide, in order to get the love that her husband did not have.
I looked up and my phone slipped out of my hand.
The truth is disgusting, I’m sick of it.
Uncle Ki bends over and picks it up, a little bit light: “It was the same reaction as you.” I’m sorry.
Then he decided that my mother was a bitch, that I was a little bitch, that the tear mole was a sin and that I should be bullied for it.
“However, you’re young, and you may grow up to find that a lot is different than you think. I’m sorry.
In the hospital, Kifang ran into my mother, saying she was a bad woman, saying that everything I went through was her.
She answered the same thing.
As in the Little Prince, the fox said to the Little Prince, “The substance is invisible with its eyes.” I’m sorry.
17
On the eve of my transfer, my mother packed her bags at home and crushed a very worn-out little prince to the bottom of a box.
I went to the school to pack and process.
Instead of wearing bandages and gloves, I want everyone to see the atrocities that have been and may be being experienced in this school.
When he saw me, his motto opened his mouth, and he laughed with his heart.
He decided that as long as I’m alive and still here, everything can be turned over and we can do it again.
The wounds will heal, the past will forget, and may God forgive her little fox, because they are the only one of each other.
Sooner or later, he was confident.
Until, he saw, I wasn’t sitting in a seat, but packing broken textbooks…
The moment the school bag left the class, it finally collapsed.
He stopped me like a madman: “Where are you going?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t stay or look at him, and broke his hand, and accelerated my feet.
“Where are you going? You’ll be back soon, right? I’m sorry.
“No, don’t come back. I’m sorry.
He can’t stand the answer.
You promised you wouldn’t leave! I’m sorry.
“You promised to protect me forever. I’m sorry.
I can’t say it. I can’t help but chase it.
“May you hit me, scold me, write on my face and pour me hot water. You can come as you like. Don’t go. I don’t want you to go to moles, I don’t want you to be soft. May I be soft with you and I can do anything if you stay…”
“No need. I’m sorry.
He insisted on saying cruel ways as if, as long as he had suffered, his sins had been washed and cleared.
“Liquis, you’re ugly. I’m sorry.
I looked at him funny, and I laughed so bad, “I’m not ugly. You’re the ugly one. But I still let you go. I’m sorry.
I stopped, and that was the last thing I said to him, “Before, enough to torture yourself.” I’m sorry.
18
My mom and I left the city.
This has finally come to an end.
The doctor said that it would take at least five to ten years for my hand to be able to play the violin again, and that was only possible.
Maybe I could go to the conservatory and become a violinist, but that’s a long time later.
Life is broken and, in the end, it will have to be reorganized, even if it is difficult and unsatisfied, if not in a dream, not in a committed direction.
These days, too, there was an occasional news story that he was preparing for higher education in the country after losing his offer.
He intends to go to medical school, or is he still not a popular hand surgeon.
Not by chance.
One time, he met another school hooligan who was bullying a girl.
The identity of the son of the school board, apart from the opening of the school, has not been easy.
He’s essentially a brave man.
The scum scratched the girl’s face with a broken glass, and he took it empty-handed.
The glass was cut from the finger to the wrist, 20 centimetres of wounds, flesh and blood, and broken his wristband.
I can’t take the violin. I can’t take the knife.
He cried and laughed when he was taken to hospital.
It hurts, it hurts…
His name was my name, and he said how much pain she had suffered and how much pain she had suffered. How can I let it suffer so much? I’m a piece of shit. I’m a piece of shit.
Later, the girl who had been rescued by Kifom followed him.
Like the fox with the prince.
People tame each other and have selfish compassion, often with pain and wheat colours.
Having heard this, I do not feel sorry or glad.
I only feel a twitching torture, which is over, but that memory is going to torment us forever.
Since then, I have deliberately stopped accepting any information about him.
The fox is gone, the prince is going to finish the rest alone.
Quantified
I went home after school.
My mother was sitting on the sofa and she was going through “The Little Prince” over and over and over again.
“Come back, wish. ”Look at me, she smiled, and the tear mole bended with the eye and became invisible.
“Mom went to dinner. I’m sorry.
When she turned to the kitchen, I looked at the book, and somehow I felt that there was Pandora’s magic box, mysterious and taboo, strangling my heart and lungs and falling on my feet.
He told me to take it away from me.
Turn it up, and it’s covered with a yellow card, with a very good font, and a quote from the book.
‘Cause you’re my rose. I’m sorry.
There’s another line on the other side.
“But the world, no two roses to love. I’m sorry.
It’s signed by Wu Sook-sook.
Three years ago, Wu Sook ended his life.
– She left the world with nothing.
– Only the one who took her rose, the mole in the corner.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
