The flower of blood.

I was killed by a man wearing a pig mask.

He took the entire class and tied it together, killing one every day, skinning, burning, drowning, all kinds of death, and I was the last to die.

He mutilated me, cut me into pieces of meat, and ate one piece a day, like a madman.

And I opened my eyes and returned to my high school, when I was tender, bright and cold.

The people after the classroom were beaten again, and they kicked him with their feet, stung his head with a mop and burned him with a cigarette.

And he was lying there, without a word, with thick glasses, and he couldn’t look good, nor look bad, and he wasn’t surprised.

I held my head and said, “Come on. I’m sorry.

He’s ordinary, ordinary, depressed, and he talks to people with low heads, stubborn and stinky tempers, and there’s nothing to be liked, but she loves him.

One.

I was kidnapped, and I was taken to a slaughterhouse, where pigs grunted and the smell of neglect.

I’ve also seen a lot of familiar faces. They’re old classmates from Ming An High School. They’re 40 people in class.

I even saw my boyfriend’s white lotus flower and my former boyfriend who was shaking and scared.

The sound of the ax dragging outside the door, heavy, step by step.

The door was opened, a man in an apron with a pig mask, with a small size, a long scratch on the arm of his right hand and extensive burns on his legs.

He was recognized by all, and in high school there was a boy with glasses, who looked ordinary, had no friends, and he kept his head down when he talked to people. When you go to the canteen, you go to the dorm, you go to the bedroom, you can’t even find your companions in gym class, you can only get one person in the corner.

There was a parent meeting, where we met his parents, two honest farmers, with their hands full of cocoon, and their face full of frosts with their smiles.

They brought the teacher a bag of melons.

He was the only one who laughed, and in the shadows he didn’t say a word, and left his parents in silence.

Later, the boys in the class were bored and started bullying, and he was the first to be bullied.

He referred to a yellow-haired man who had towed him out of the house, who had once put a garbage can on his head and poured the sewage from the toilet on his face so that he could lick it clean.

Soon he came back, he was covered in splattered blood, and the blood was so thick that several girls cried, and I buried my head in my legs and prayed for someone to save me.

The next day he died of a man and a woman who had tore his book, pinned it on his seat and poured hot water on his thigh. So much he left a scar that could never heal.

The men and women who scream sorely make the atmosphere more tense and all those who live are restless and do not know who will be next.

The next one was two men, who had stabbed him in the right hand with a rough nail, just a week before the high examination, and he had missed the only chance to change his life.

One person dies every day, with different methods, drowning, hanging or being skinned, and he kills them one by one according to the level of hatred in their hearts. Finally, my turn.

And when those before me were dead, and the last of them was dragged away, I strangled myself behind the grass and prayed that he should not come to me.

But soon he came, limping, with a big, heavy saw in his hand.

I was about to cry, and suddenly I thought of my ex-boyfriend being dragged away, and he cried out to me, and he likes you, he likes you, you beg him, you beg him, I don’t want to die.

And We looked upon a pair of brown eyes, and his eyes were not dark black, but of coffee. And We took hold of his hand and looked up at him, while we were whispering, “Will you not kill me, please? I’m sorry.

He looked down at me for a long time and grabbed me in the face and gave me a lot of pills, and I passed out.

It was an appalling killing that killed 40 people and ended up cutting their throats with a knife and killing them by two earthen piles.

Among them, the youngest daughter of the Lin family died the most, having been cut thousands of times by the murderer, divided into pieces and found only her rotting head, while the rest of her body was missing.

Two.

When I woke up again, it was a break, and there was a lot of noise in the classroom.

The boys gathered behind the classroom and blocked the surveillance, creating a dead end of surveillance, and they were strangling at their feet.

A white-washed school uniform, dirty hair, thick glasses, ordinary looks, not good, not good.

It’s the kind of people that walk through and forget what they look like.

The boys laughed, and some kicked him with their feet, some smote his head with a mop, and others burned him with a cigarette, while the man kept his mouth shut, so he shrunk.

I’m sick of seeing these guys die so badly.

And when they took out the toilet’s sewage, We picked up the books from the table and threw them at a man whose head had been hit by the horn, and he bled.

All the time, everyone turned around and looked at me. I’m holding my head and my voice is light: “Come on. I’m sorry.

And he smiled at the yellow hair on the outside, and he said, “My lady, are you all right? I’m sorry.

And he remained on the ground, and We looked at him not like he was then, but he did not eat man’s blood, nor despair, and he was eighteen years old.

The bells are ringing, and they’re blowing up like beasts.

He also stood up, picked up his fallen glasses and came back to his seat limping. His hair was dirty with mops, sewage was condensed on his head, his eyeglasses were broken, and the clothes on his arm were burned by a cigarette.

The language teacher came in with the book and she gave the test papers on her hand to the first row to pass them on.

When I got here, I saw a paper under me with a very good name, Li Harahara.

I took my own papers and passed them to the back table.

I heard an exaggerating cry from the back of the table: “Go on, go on, go on, the virus is crawling on me.” I’m sorry.

And I turned my head, and at the back of the table I took a testimonial, and held only one corner, and fanned it around, then threw it in a row, and the surroundings scolded to avoid it.

The group ended up throwing it at Li’s table.

He picks it up in silence, spreads it out, rubs it away a little, just wrinkles.

His seat was in the last row, next to the class ‘ s public garbage can, and the person next to him moved his desk to the side, until he pulled a large distance.

Our seats have always been chosen by ourselves, and when they are chosen, they have been agreed upon in advance by all those who are close to each other.

Finally, there was a seat next to the trash can, which was dirty and stinking, and where there was a mop broom. Nobody wants to move.

But someone had to move in, so Li moved in.

The teacher started talking about the papers, and I took the red pen in my hand and left it empty.

3

This man Li, like his name, ordinary, ordinary.

I had no special impression of him. He was like a ghost with no sense of existence, and I searched from my memory for a long time and only a few fragments.

One was at the start of school, he was wearing geled sneakers, he was wearing a very old school bag, he was wearing a very thick pair of glasses, he came in and then picked a seat to sit down and stopped talking.

Boys talk about how rich their families are, how many girlfriends they have, and whether they’ve seen a movie.

They talk about home, play games, shoes, clothes, whatever.

But no one spoke to Li, and he sat silently and watched his new book. People chose their own friends, but from the outset he was excluded.

One is in the gym class, where the gym teacher says that we’re going to start the practice down there. But he ignored one thing: there were forty-one people in the class, and that was meant to be one person who would be alone.

When you looked at each other, you found your partner, and the number of girls was just as good, but the boys came out with one more, so Li had come out.

When everyone started practicing, he was standing on the side, embarrassed.

The sports teacher asked, “Who wants to take Lihara’s team?” I’m sorry.

No answer.

In the end, the physical education teacher embarrassedly put him in a group where two boys ignored him, so he stood alone.

And in these clips, he and I barely interacted, and if we were to come up with anything, we only had a weekly exam. The examination was in one building and the school building in the other, and it was too late for him to see his pocket missing. I watched him open his mouth and seemed to want to borrow a pen.

He just didn’t talk at last. I had two sets of pens, two sets of pencils, rubber, black pens.

I stabbed him and handed him rubber and a pen.

He must have been a little surprised to look at me and whispered “thank you.”

Then the pen came back, brand new, with five big white rabbits.

The wrapping paper was dirty, I didn’t eat it, I put it on the table, it was just too hot, it quickly melted, it was sticky. I threw them all in the trash.

He and I only had this time.

I want to go, or I can’t think of a reason why he kidnapped me in his past life.

After school, the girls at the next table took my arm and asked me to go with her to the bathroom.

I said, “Wait, I’ll throw a piece of garbage first. I’m sorry.

Li was still sitting in his seat and he wiped his head with a napkin.

After that, pull out a small roll of tape paper, stick his glasses to his old bag.

I walked over him and looked back at his desk, and it was dirty, and there was a big word on the table with a red and black water pen, “Dumb brains, etc.”

Bullies have begun. The reason was that he was alone, had no friends, had no money and was bored with high school life, and they needed to find something to vent their emotions. That’s all.

4

My ex-boyfriend is still my pursuer, and he invites me to lunch with him, then he robs my book, and I’m gonna kick my feet, pull my hair, slap my shoulder, or grab a bug and put it on my desk.

He pretended to be an innocent boy, and when he was surprised by the previous life, he and the little white lotus in his class pulled curtains in the health room.

When they were in groups, they blocked Lihara and beat him in the stomach, and saw him crouching down, they laughed.

I think he’s sick.

So, when he seized my book the tenth time, We lifted up the water from his table, We wringed the lid, and fell down on his head. The water dripped and fell from his hair.

And I said to him, “Are you sick?” I’m sorry.

This silence continued until the class director arrived and we all returned to our seats.

I opened up my book, and my eyes were all over me.

I still write my words. I’m really upset, and I really think he’s retarded. Does he think he’s gonna throw my book and put caterpillars in my desk?

It’s sick.

I even tried to cut my eyes off in my last life.

The teacher said he had 450 days left to write a black paper. Some complain that it’s been so long and now there’s a blackboard.

The schoolmaster slammed the podium with a watch: “The High Test is the most important moment in your lives and the watershed that determines your lives. I’m sorry.

The next class was math, and I pulled out the math book, and the math teacher put out a bunch of questions, and before I left, I sent two more papers, and I spread out the papers, and I was weak.

Ever since I poured that glass of water, the atmosphere in the class is in a strange state, and I’m not affected, but my stupid ex-boyfriend is affected.

He used to be known as the “Three Swordsman” with two other boys, but for some reason they didn’t like to play with him recently.

But I think the atmosphere in this class is already strange, it’s just that it used to be in the dark, and it’s slowly coming to light.

I don’t have time for them. I’m going to study. I’ve spent my whole life playing games and shopping.

After a math class, I cut this little target.

I’ve been avoiding Lihara, and I’ve been looking at him sometimes, and he’s giving me too much shadow to see him, and I’m reminded of the blood stains and the inexhaustible smell of blood. I didn’t want to die, so I avoided any possibility of contact with him.

Until the headmaster set up a so-called learning group of eight people, four men and four women, divided into five groups, which is exactly 40.

It’s just that he seems to have forgotten that there’s 41 people in the class, so someone is destined to be thrown out, and every teacher forgets it.

People whispered and quickly pulled up their camp, trying to keep themselves from being this abandoned man.

I’m not moving, someone’s coming up. I’m a girl from the neighborhood, and I’m stuck on my shoulder at the back table.

They said, ‘Can we join you in a small forest?’ I’m sorry.

I laughed at them, “Of course I can.” I’m sorry.

Everyone naturally believed that Li would be left behind, because every time before, every time, every sport, every group event, he was the one left behind.

Like rats in the dark that never see light.

It was just this time that the “three swordsman” in the class changed, and someone was kicked out, so someone joined and took his place.

5

In the end, only one of our teams is missing.

He came to me even though he had been thrown by me in front of the entire class for some time; even though he had been kicked out of his little group for that matter.

But he came and begged me, and he laughed and asked me if I could get him in.

He doesn’t want to be alone. Nobody wants to be alone.

I look to the corner. Li was silently writing on paper, a little long hair covered his face, he was wearing thick glasses and I couldn’t see his face.

“Pretty. The girls in the group pulled my clothes off, and the rest of the group looked at me, and they took me subjectively as a leader, and they came to question me.

They think I’ll finally choose the man I’m looking at, the abandoned swordsman, even though I’ve had a little conflict with him in the past.

Because Li was the one who was abandoned forever.

They looked forward to looking at me, waiting for me to answer and sentence Li to death again.

I smiled, “Sorry, we’re full. I’m sorry.

The voices were loud, they whispered to each other, they looked at the centre of the matter, and countless eyes gathered on me, like a sting.

The abandoned swordsman stood at the centre of public opinion, and in an instant he was dead.

Lee raised his head and looked at me with doubt. Mr. Lin, when did we get full? I’m sorry.

“There’s still a place for me.” They all look at me.

I turn around and get the book for the class.

“I heard that the game machine was up to date, and my dad said he wanted to encourage me, and since we’re all learning together, buy you all one. I’m sorry.

No more talking at the back table.

There were other groups who came in, squealed their eyes envious and lamented, asking me if it was still time to join, and they knew, but did not mention it.

But everyone knows that the situation in the classroom has changed, and the old man who was abandoned found his group this time and was thrown out in exchange for another.

The bullies are not silencers, silents and bystanders, who end up with killers, but how can they not be bystanders?

And when there is a man who has been bullied, they rejoice in their hearts, except because there is one who is being bullied, so that they will not be the next.

But now the bullies are kicked out of the game, become bystanders, or the next one.

The schoolmaster came to the class and asked if we had a team.

The captain handed him the group list. I saw him stop with his hand on the list and look up twice: “There’s still one more person, who wants to join this fellow student?” I’m sorry.

There’s no answer.

So he pointed out to one group, and the team leader said, “Teacher, we’re all very familiar people, and we don’t want to get into one person. I’m sorry.

The schoolmaster, who stood in awkward position and pointed to another group, was similarly rejected.

He asked about our group. I was humming a novel about the New Society, and I heard his voice, and I looked up at him, “Sorry, teacher, we don’t want to add any more.” I’m sorry.

Six.

The headmaster asked for a circle, and he was stuck in a small group, and I heard the eight people gathered and said:

“Why did you put him in our group? I’m sorry.

The next class is physical education, where people walk to the playground in three or two places, and my hand is held, and I’m followed by three girls, who talk to me, and their voices are low.

“How did you get Lihara to join your group? He’s, like, disgusting. I’m sorry.

I looked at them, and I was surprised to open my eyes.

“Oh, is that so?”

They nodded their heads and they tried to say to me that he had a stench on him, that his old school bag, that his parents came to his parents’ meeting, and that he was depressed, disgusting, like a rat in a ditch.

I’m listening. I’ll tell them when they’re done.

“But I think monkeys are even more disgusting, because he’s always ripping off girls’ hair and throwing things at people. I’m sorry.

I looked at my neighbor’s table: “He put the bug in your hat the last time, caterpillar, it was disgusting. I’m sorry.

The next table’s face is white, and we’re going forward, and they’re talking again, and it’s just another person who’s sick, and they’re saying, “The monkey,” they’re gonna say, “It’s disgusting.”

There were a couple of boys walking around, and they came to talk, and they said, “You thought so too, and we thought he was sick.”

People always do.

Physical education is still in two or two groups, although the last time the physical education teacher knew there were actually 41 people in the class.

Lee was still standing there and he retreated quietly into the shadows.

A boy walked towards him, the most quiet boy in his class, and he spoke softly, and they called him “the nerd” and “the sissy” before he was in the same group as the monkey.

We heard him say, “I will be with you, I’m sorry.

Lee Hara raised his head and said, “Okay.

The toilet in our building is broken and has to run to the upper floor.

The language teacher set up a volume and announced that the next language lesson would be completed, so that the rest of the break would be left with the next sound of the classroom.

And I said to my neighbour, “I’m going to the bathroom. I’m sorry.

She looked at me sad and sad, “I haven’t finished my papers yet.” I’m sorry.

I took my own papers and handed them to her, “Slower copy.” I’m sorry.

She cheered, “You’re a good man. I’m sorry.

And at the stairwell, I ran into a man with white-washed uniforms, and with thick, broken glasses, ordinary, ordinary.

And his glasses were hit by me on the ground, and he went down to pick them up, and I went down to pick them up. And I saw his eyes, not the dark, brown, like coffee.

I handed him my glasses, he put them on, and he whispered “thank you.”

I shake my head and say no thanks and go upstairs.

“Lin. “He stopped me. I looked at him. “May I ask, why are you so afraid of me? I’m sorry.

He was only standing there, and the light of the evening fell on the stairwell, and fell on him, quiet, silent, dark as a moth in the dark.

But moths will go to light and fire, he won’t.

I moved my feet and went upstairs: “Some questions you don’t need to know. I’m sorry.

“Okay,” I heard him say, “Thank you. I’m sorry.

7

Monkeys are isolated.

He was replaced by a three-swordsman, but he did not like it, and he tried to squeeze in again.

So, when they spoke, he said, “What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

The small group that had just been in the middle of the conversation had quieted down for a moment, and they looked at him in silence, turned around and talked.

He shrunk back, he was upset, so he did something.

He came to rob the girls ‘ books, raised them so high that they could not get them, and he caught caterpillars and placed them in their drawers.

He didn’t throw the book away because no one would play the relay with him.

The neighboring table is a girl with big eyes, she’s a lively, and she’s also weak, and she’s the one with yellow hair who’s always in love.

Yellow hair likes her type.

I saw a caterpillar in her hat, and I told her that she was screaming, standing up, shaking her hat, crying, and falling.

And the caterpillar fell on the ground, and the maggots twitched, and the adjacent table fell down, and she said:

“Who is it, is it sick, is it sick?” I’m sorry.

The yellow hair stood up, he stepped on the caterpillar and then walked towards the restless monkey sitting on the side, and he punched him in the stomach.

He was beaten down on the ground, and I saw him covering his belly, and his face was confused.

Of course, he would be confused because he had done so before, and he pulled the ponytails of the girls, threw their books away to play relays, and watched the girls run around the classroom.

He picked up caterpillars from the outside and put them in their drawers to see them scream in fear.

But when they ran away and were frightened, they only said to him, “You are a bad man.” I’m sorry.

Boys just laugh and play with him.

And I lifted up the neighbour’s table, and said to him, “This is really too much.” I’m sorry.

The back table was playing garbage-throwing games, and he turned his head and threw it in the trash can, except he threw it so badly that it fell on Li’s head and on the table.

He’s been doing it all the time. He can get up and dump the garbage, but he doesn’t.

I turned to him, and Li had smoked a piece of paper, swiped the garbage on his body in peace, breaded gum, fell on his hair, glued to the lass.

I looked at him, and I looked at him a little bit at the chewing gum.

I turned around.

The headmaster came to announce that the next class of physical education would be changed to English and that he had come to the classroom to turn around so that we could get the materials ready.

# Everybody groan, it’s all #

I pull English books out and put them in place, and then I turn the pen, and it’s turned and dumped.

I heard whispers in the back, and I recognized her voice, the sharp, fine, little white lotus, and the strange object of the monkey.

They used to be in the health room, pulling curtains, doing things, and people heard small, groaning coming from behind the curtains. It’s been a long time since someone whispered to me.

“Oh, no. Why would she pull this guy in? She wouldn’t like Li Hara.

Her voice was loud. My transfer stopped.

8

She was also saying that she thought she had a small voice, so that people in the class could not hear, or that she wanted them to hear.

I threw the brush softly and softly, then stood up and walked towards her.

One foot over her table.

The things on the table were stinging as the locals fell out, and she had a mirror to see her curly hair and Liu Hai, which was shaking twice, falling on the floor and breaking.

She looked up at me with a curly stick in her hand.

I smiled and asked her, “Who am I?” I’m sorry.

She looked at me scared and didn’t talk.

The class that had just been sorely quiet, they looked at me, and Lihara looked at me, and he had removed his gum from his head.

The schoolmaster was called in, he wrinkled his head and looked at this piece of shit on the ground: “Everyone is a classmate, say something and do something.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him. I looked at the shoes under his feet and suddenly I felt funny and said to him:

“Teacher, what should I do? My mother donated a building to the school just the day before yesterday. She’d be upset if she knew what her daughter was saying. I’m sorry.

I saw him and said, “Go out and stand for a lesson. I’m sorry.

She looked at me with tears, and she whispered, “The teacher asked you to go out and stand.” I’m sorry.

And he was carrying a long watch, and he turned it upon the earth, and said, “I am not speaking of a fellow friend of Lin, so go forth and stand still.” I’m sorry.

I saw her showing an incredible look.

She ended up standing in front of the classroom, crying while she was crying, but no one comforted him and her friend avoided her eyes.

The teacher looked at me and said, “Go back to your seat. I’m sorry.

I’m not moving.

The English teacher was waiting at the door, and the teacher stopped and looked at me: “What else do you want? I’m sorry.

“Teacher,” I said, “I don’t want this fellow out there sitting near me. Can you change her? I’m sorry.

He looked like he had a headache, and he was ready to make a quick decision, so he asked me, “Where are you going with her?” I’m sorry.

I looked to Lihara, and he sat in the shadow, and the noise seemed to have nothing to do with him, and he excluded it.

We pointed to him and said, “Teacher, change her there.” I’m sorry.

The people who were outside the door cried even more, and only heard the squeaky fan and the hysteria that was outside the door.

He was silent, and he said, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

It was also at this point that yellow hair suddenly raised his hand, and he curled up his book into a microphone, pointing at the monkey: “Teacher, he was willing to replace the girl.” I’m sorry.

And the monkey trembled, and he shook his head with his heart: “I, I did not.” I’m sorry.

The schoolmaster looked at him for a while, and he said, “Okay, you move there for the next session. I’m sorry.

The English teacher came in and started class.

“Pretty,” she touched my hand next door, and she said, “She’s always been like that, disgusting, and I hear she has an abnormal relationship with the monkey. I’m sorry.

And I spread out the book, “Oh, yeah, I don’t know. I’m sorry.

“Yeah, yeah,” she nods, “I hear they’re doing that in a health room, but it’s disgusting. What good can they do with people like monkeys?” I’m sorry.

“That’s really disgusting. I’m sorry.

The bell was ringing, and the outsiders finally came in, and she cried so red that it was time for the monkeys to move their seats.

It was only he who took his table and his chair while he was dead, and he did not move, and he thought that he would not move, that everyone would forget, and he would not have to move there.

The dark corner of the earth, which is rejected by all.

Yellow hair looked at him and stood up and knocked on his table, indicating him up.

I watched this farce with my face.

I looked behind me, and I turned around, and I saw the red eyes of Little White Lotus, and she hated me, and she hated me, and I wanted me to be like her.

But she can’t.

9

Li was working on the subject, and he had spread the test paper and demonstrated it on the draft paper with a pencil, and then, after reaching the answer, wiped it out with rubber, and proceeded with the next one.

He seems to like math.

When I took his draft, he looked up at me and looked at me as peaceful and quiet, as a corrupt flower.

But I know he’s not. I’ve seen the flowers bloom to the extreme, I’ve seen the draughts open, and it’s the only color in the world.

I picked up the book from his desk, “Sit over there.” I’m sorry.

He nods his head, then puts a book on the table, a local one, in the bag, which is old, yellow and unlined.

He’s done. Get up and get ready to move the table.

And We seized his hand and pressed him, so that We drew so close that We could see his eyes hidden behind his glasses, which slowly turned to me to press his hands.

I moved my hand.

On that side, the monkey, holding the table, refused to throw his hand, kicked him on the body, kicked him over the floor, and he shrunk in pain.

Like Lihara, he smiled and burned his skin with ash.

The batterers would not know how painful that punch was. They would just say, “I just slapped him. I just punched him in the stomach. I just kicked him in the leg. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t push.

They said, “How can this be called a school bullying?” I was just playing with him, but he was too weak. How can I blame him? They set aside their responsibilities and put everything on the victims. They said that it was because of him, who was unpopular and had done bad things, so I would beat him even though the victims had not done anything bad.

But they have shaped a perfect victim to escape their sins.

Finally, the monkey got up and he wanted to move the table and the bench.

I took Li’s old school bag and put it on the table where he was going to move: “No, use his desk.” I’m sorry.

He looked up at me and didn’t move his desk.

The last thing left to him was a table stool covered in red and black with the word “damn head” that couldn’t be wiped off and printed deep inside the wood.

I’m in a good mood to smile at Lihara: “New table, do you like it?” I’m sorry.

That table, that corner, it’s like a taboo to sit on it and be thrown into the dark.

The back table continued to throw garbage, although there were different people sitting there, and the garbage fell on the monkey’s face and on the table and threw his head off.

He seemed to want to get mad, but he ended up squeezing and picking up the garbage from his head.

There was a sarcasm at the back of the table, mixed with a little bit of a jolly, “Well, he used to be a good boy.

He used to be his brother-in-law, and they laughed at him, and they dropped out of school and smoked like the best of brothers, but now he dumps the garbage on his head, saying that it deserved it.

Learning groups, by definition, are learning.

The teacher said that the stools had been moved together to discuss, and that there had been complaints about how to do it in the same way as junior high school students, but the sound of dragging stools had been heard in the classroom.

The monkeys also carried his stool silently.

And his group looked at him, and said, “Be not too close, but far away.” I’m sorry.

And the table is still attached to me, and she is fond of it as the roses of roses, soft, entangled.

The other five quickly sat around together and were firm.

I looked at them, moved a bit back, moved a seat, and this is where I left Li. He was still wearing that white-haired school uniform, he didn’t change his glasses.

Li’s sitting next to me.

He was a bit embarrassed when the group was silent, and he hit the back table, and he started to get excited, after all, he threw gum on Lihara yesterday.

But now he’s sitting face to face.

Everybody spread out the rolls, my rolls are full of red forks, they look at me, I look at the rolls.

Okay, I’ll take the first three.

10

My math is so bad that after a test, I got a 40% off.

The math teacher immediately decided to find someone to fill me in, and finally he chose Li Hara, and I took 30, and he took one hundred and forty.

In self-study, the teacher called us to his office, but there was a lot of noise in the office, and the people holding the papers came up, and the former servants came up.

As they passed us, they showed a confused and inquisitive look.

In the end, the teacher found an empty classroom, stuffed us in, turned on the light, turned on the fan, and for a moment, it was as bright as day. He wanted to sit down for a while, but the teacher called him and left in a hurry.

Li took a look at my paper and started with the first error. He used a pencil and drew a few formulas on the draft paper.

I gave him a pen: “With this, I can’t read it. I’m sorry.

He picked it up. The fan is hanging on top of its head, squeaking insects outside the window, only the sound of water pens plowing pages in the classroom and occasionally flipping paper.

He seemed a little tired, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes. His eyelashes were really long and his eyes were pretty, but, unfortunately, they were all over and down and only those eyes could see.

A pair of eyes that shouldn’t have been born to him.

“Lihara,” I whispered, “What were you thinking when you killed me?” I’m sorry.

His pen stopped.

He was silent for a long time, and for the first time he looked at me and looked at me.

No, this should be the second time, and once more, his brown eyes were full of tears, which were dripping and fell on my face.

Pathetic, pathetic, lovely.

He stood in the blood stain, and in despair a flower of blood.

Only my flowers.

He said, “Because you want to die. I’m sorry.

He’s staring at me, and he’s still not looking at me, and he’s still so peaceful and quiet, and nothing in the world can shake the wind, and his eyes are always like this.

Except for killing me that day.

Then, whether they write evil words on his table or pour the sewage on his face, they trampled on him, killed him, and forced him to die.

But he never hated anyone. But how can people be so strange, how can they not hate when they’ve been through something like this? I don’t understand.

I looked into his eyes and he looked at me quietly.

And I said, “This is because I want to die.” I’m sorry.

He rewritten the entire draft, each with a symbol and a very detailed defunct step, and then he pushed it to me.

I hang on to my head and I look at it, the formula of the ants.

“I don’t understand, you teach me.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

The most horrible thing in the world, they say, is hell, demon.

But Shakespeare said that the devil must regret that he had made man so evil that even the devil needed to stop.

Like those who hide in the dark, they kill in their language, and those who stand in the open, they kill with their limbs.

And when he died, they cried, saying that his death had nothing to do with me, that he had killed them physically, and how soft our language was.

Yellow hair likes to walk behind the classroom, and when he walks, he kicks the stool by the trash can, or accidentally dumps the garbage in the air.

Like now, that piece of junk fell on the monkey’s table, and there was a bowl of bubble noodles, and he had a head. The rest of the soup noodles, which opened up from his hair, fell on his clothes, books, tables and chairs.

He said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I want to throw the trash. Maybe the trash has its own ideas. I’m sorry.

The boys laughed.

The monkey gnawed on his teeth, but he did not dare to rise up and resist, and he sat in his seat and carried everything in silence, like the former Liwon.

When he was laughing at Li’s face, he didn’t expect it to be like this.

Sit, upside down.

Eleven.

The blackboard paper in the back was changed, 450 was wiped off, 400 was written, and a flower was painted down there and wiped off by the class director.

The entire classroom was drowsy, and the teacher knocked the ruler, and the chalk was crossed, with a loud sound.

It was just that no one listened to him, and after that, everyone was paralyzed on the table.

The next table brought herself a small pillow, and she had a narration: “Sweetie, I’ll take a nap first. I’m sorry.

And We dragged the little note in our hand to the ceiling, and the coarse chain was removed, and the rusty iron door was opened a little, leaving a way to the high.

The monkey was standing by the roof, and his face was grumpy.

“You, if you had promised me, if you had promised me, I wouldn’t have been like this! I wouldn’t have been like this! I’m sorry.

He stood too close to the side, and if he pushed gently, he would be like a bird falling in the air, and he would break his flesh under it.

People have always been vulnerable.

He looked at me and said, “You, taking you, I will return to the old days, and Lihara will return to his place.” I’m sorry.

I watched him swing towards me.

The sun was too bright, and I said, “Yes?” I’m sorry.

The iron door was pushed, and here comes the third man.

And We threw away the bricks in our hands and looked at him with a smile, and he stood in the shadow of an old and anachronistic school uniform, familiar with thick broken pairs of eyes.

It is more rigid than the oldest and older.

I fell back. Because I know he’ll catch me.

I fell into a hug, and he was too thin, and I could feel the bones on me, and the half of the cuffs, the blue veins.

There’s red blood in it, just like his heart beating.

Boom, boom, boom.

And We raised their hands, and covered his face with blood from their hands, and took off his glasses, and looked at his brown eyes, and covered him with a shrouded butterfly.

The plain face and the beautiful, bright eyes.

“Save me. I’m sorry.

I said.

“My dear Nephilim. I’m sorry.

The monkey came back in the evening, his head was broken, his clothes were red with blood, his right leg was stabbed in a blood hole, and he walked away and his blood fell down.

There was a scream in the class, and the schoolmaster arrived in haste and he rushed to hold him.

What’s going on? I’m sorry.

The monkey’s blind eye turned around and moved to me, and I showed him a friendly smile, and he shook.

The schoolmaster was still talking. He said, “Who did this?” I’m sorry.

The monkey opened his mouth and he saw the empty seat, the only empty table in the classroom, which was a yellow-haired seat where he always smoked at noon and returned in the evening.

The place where he smokes is the corridor below the roof, alone, where he stays.

So the monkey cried, he cried, he reached out and identified the killer, and he said it was him, he hit me in the head with a brick, he stabbed me in the thigh with a nail.

All of them were horrifying, whispering, panicking and excited to discuss the matter.

Yellow hair was terrible, and they came to a conclusion.

As expected.

Who wouldn’t believe what the victim said.

When the yellow hair came back late at the end of his homecoming, he walked and was ready to wait for the lesson, and took the back-up plane from the table to the bedroom.

But when he entered the class, he stayed, and the eyes of all the members of the class turned to him, and the headmaster stood on the podium, and they looked at him in silence.

Like 180 of the Buddha’s creatures, strange and ridiculous.

“How can you call your parents tomorrow? I’m sorry.

The teacher’s voice is cold.

Some whispered, “Oh, it’s terrible to be in school with such people.” I’m sorry.

And he cried out: I did not, nor did I touch him. I’m sorry.

He couldn’t explain it, like he was confused, so he went up and kicked the table and threw it on the floor, “I said no! I’m sorry.

The neighbouring table was shocked, sobbing softly, and I shrunk back with fear, and the neighbouring table held my arm.

It’s stupid, and it’s in the eyes of others. It’s a crime. I was afraid to shed two tears.

12

The monkey bit him. And he painted it, and spoke in the depths, and shrunk into the bed with fear.

So they said to him, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid.

On the day he returned, he had a thick veil over his head and a gauze over his legs, which looked like a long-standing Egyptian mummies in Tahrir.

Yellow hair tried to go up several times and was stopped by the class director, and then the boys in the class stopped him, surrounded by a circle and squeezed out the yellow hair.

“What happened? They asked.

People’s fucking curiosity has peaked at this moment.

The yellow hair had to kick hard at the seat by the window, and then again, it sounded so scary, and the smoke in his mouth came out and circled over the classroom. Someone frowned on his nose and blocked his ears.

The language teacher was a young girl who had never seen such a case, and the hand holding the book was shaking, and even the board book was writing crookedly.

“Don’t learn by yourself. I’m sorry.

And so in the quiet of this squall, the whisper can be loud, and it comes from the front, from the boy sitting in the second row by the window, and they call him sissy.

Say it again! I’m sorry.

He threw him to the ground, and he crouched down with his belly in pain.

“It’s terrible, it’s terrible.” I’m sorry.

The small, small, small voice of the class began to sound, and they began to scream.

“It’s almost done! I’m sorry.

“Oh, it’s horrible, being in the same class. I’m sorry.

The yellow furry stares at people in a circle and falls.

I don’t know who suggested it, but they said, “Sit down here, monkey, and move your yellow-haired seat over there.

Like a sandglass, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, you see, upside down again.

Yellow hair did not come to school for two days, and the teacher tried to find his parents, but made a dozen calls, none of them answered, and he wanted to go to his home, but the rusty iron door, knocked for a long time and nobody opened it.

The people in the class moved his seat back, and the monkey had a pathetic limp, and everyone went up and helped him with his bag and stationery, and nobody moved the chair.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I’m sorry.

“What the hell happened? They asked.

People’s curiosity is always heavy, as if they would climb to the mouth of the abyss, looking up and down, what’s in it.

The corridor was a little chilly, the rain was raining last night, and the wind under the porch was wet.

Li had written a series of formulas, and he drew a circle, pulled a line on the circle, and then pulled a triangle, which extended out. I’m looking at it.

“Take this one out. * He looked at me, and he looked at me in peace with his brown eyes *

I’ve had the nerve to pick up paper and draw draft paper from my school bag, and I’ve drawn a language test paper with a reading understanding.

What is love, to make a tree around you, or to make a bouquet? I’m not attached to you, because I’m not that entangled silk flower.

What is love?

I bend out a smile and push the papers in front of him.

He was working on a big issue, which was difficult, but he did it very quickly, like without thinking.

“Lihara,” I called him, “What were you thinking when you killed me?” I’m sorry.

He stopped writing and looked up at me: “Because you wanted to die. I’m sorry.

Same answer.

He kept his head down, like a statue that would never move, like a machine without heart.

“Do you know what love I want? I’m sorry.

He finally stopped pens and didn’t move again, and the beautiful eyes finally spread out, and the dead water threw a stone, and he turned around with a gentle wave.

“I know, so I killed you. I’m sorry.

I looked at him and suddenly felt funny, and I laughed and cried.

He said because you wanted to die.

Because you wanted to die, so I killed you, because you wanted a bloodbathed love, and I gave you a great love.

It was in blood, the rising flower of despair, the fall of Mary’s sculpture from above, the fall of the holy angel from the church, and the rise of the fallen nine angels in hell.

A video began to circulate in the class, where a group of men blocked a man in an alley, kicked him and hit him with their shoes and stepped on his finger.

Finally, the swollen man raised his head and was familiar with yellow hair, but he did not look like he used to do so, and he showed a good smile to those who wore flowers.

Please, I’ll pay you back.

And they laughed, and they unzipped their pants, and their hair was wet, and their hair was well prepared, and they were poured down, The video ends here.

There was a huge wave in the class, from the beginning to the end, from the end to the next room, and slowly, through the circle. The people in the class, they put their cell phones on the table and watched the video, they covered their mouths and said, “How could this happen?”

But it’s a secret pleasure.

The monkey was asked, “Did you find this and he hit you?” I’m sorry.

And the monkey strangled, but he reacted, and he said, “Yes, he threatened me not to tell, and then hit me.” I’m sorry.

Those people were angry, and they said, “No wonder no one likes him.

I sat next to Lee Hara and looked at him and, for convenience, I moved the stool to his table. Some people look at us, but they look at us very quickly, because there are more interesting and crazy things that happen, and that little change is not worthy of praise.

Lee’s head looked at me and went on. I looked at him with my head, and he had a pen in his hand, and he listed on the draft paper a formula that I couldn’t read, and then he pulled out an odd number and started to solve it.

“You’re amazing. “I complimented him.

His pen went down, he went on, but I saw him in the back of his hair, and he was red. It’s just a compliment, but he can react so much. And if he goes any further, what kind of expression would he have?

I turned my head and laughed at him.

Yellow hair came back, he was carrying a school bag, he had a cigarette in his pocket, slowly stuck in his pocket and kicked out the door of the classroom. He’s still mad because he doesn’t know that the video has spread all over the class, even the school. He walked towards his seat, as usual.

But there were already people in that seat, and the monkey was sitting right in his seat.

And all his things were moved to the last table, which was forever hidden in darkness, and painted with an evil curse.

“Who the fuck did this? I’m sorry.

He went to kick the chair of the next person, in a manner of reflection, but he stood up and kicked him in the knee, one of the “three swordsmen” who called him Liu.

He was the manager of the Three Swordsman, who kicked the monkey out, and he, in his last life and his friend, put a big nail in Li’s right hand. Just a week before the exams.

“You hit me?” I’m sorry.

Someone brought a squirt of sewage, which was the water that had been dragged out of the toilet, and they laughed and threw some garbage into it, and then mixed it up.

Yellow hair was still leaning on his head and he was kicked down on the ground, and he did not know what had happened, as he did not know why he had only been absent for two or three days. He was one of the leaders of this class before, and he is now stepped on the ground.

The clouds are muddy, the word is different, the sky is different.

They laughed and then poured the sewage into his yellow-haired face, and the dirty garbage fell on his face, and he could not help but close his eyes.

“What’s more disgusting than that you’ve been drinking,” they laugh at him and say, “What is this?” I’m sorry.

“Lick these off. They say:

“It’s disgusting! It’s disgusting! I’m sorry.

At the back table and at the next table with me, they said that they frowned, covered their noses and turned back, hoping to stay away from the yellow hair, after all, he was dirty.

The hair was forced to swallow down a little bit of the sewage that slipped into his mouth.

I looked away and looked at the white-faced girl, who was yellow-haired, but he was also the obscurant of Liu.

One foot and two hulls, and it’s gonna flip.

Just like she put a needle on Lihara’s stool a long time ago, pouring on him the hot water that he had just burned, giving him the scars that he could not heal, and eventually pouring at her.

It’s a familiar classroom, I’m lying on the table and I’ve got a list of all the big questions I might get.

“This, to solve. He always talks so succinctly.

I picked it up and all of a sudden my head hurts.

He’s still looking at me, and he’s looking at people very seriously, and it’s like, the eyes are just looking at you, but there’s nothing else.

I suddenly wanted to see a play, and I’d like to know what a saint would look like, and what would happen to those unscathed eyes.

So We said, “Go with me to a place.” I’m sorry.

He looked at me with doubt.

And in the dark, quiet groceries, when the sun is not sunken for many years, and the smell of rotting, it is so quiet that it can only hear the breath, and We put him behind the door.

And We touched him gently, and saw his eyes smouldering with fog, and his groaning up and down, and the sanctuaries in the depths of the sea shall be red, and he shall fall down upon the end of hell from above.

“A beautiful Father.” I’m sorry.

I climbed on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“Save your followers. I’m sorry.

He grabbed my hand, and his eyes were like the spring rain, and shed tears in it, dripping on my hand, and brought out a burning fire.

I know it’s hard for him, and I just have to push it, and he’ll cry.

“Ooh,” he kept crying, “Ooh, no. I’m sorry.

And We touched him softly, and the little sun from the window revealed his red cheeks: I’m sorry.

And he grazeth in his throat like the rebirth of the little beast: I’m sorry.

I let go of my hand.

“Okay, later, don’t forget. I’m sorry.

14

Yellow hair has a girlfriend, which is known to everyone, who always hangs behind the class, turns off the lights, shows films, kisses together, and goes down.

But that’s what happened. Just as everyone knows, but they never say that they are blind, and if they do not see, they will not be seen.

But now that yellow hair is sitting in that seat, he is fed the water, which flows through his throat, and he becomes dirty.

They started avoiding him, and the boys accidentally threw the garbage over his head.

He was braver than a monkey, and when he first threw his garbage at the back table, he ran up and hit him in the stomach, but only for a little while, the boys in the class pushed him down and beat him to his nose.

If the bones are harder, they’ll learn. So he became a new trash can.

He accepted the sewage, the curse and the back and back fists, except that he did not accept one thing, his girlfriend, who was haunting her.

He begged and said, “Don’t abandon me, don’t do this.”

All this until he saw that video, it stopped.

On that day, he kicked his fist like a madman when he stood at the back table in front of him, pouring chalk into his mouth, and then he was thrown over the wall. There’s blood in his head.

Step by step, towards the shivering figure in that corner, his ex-girlfriend, who cried and was afraid to make a sound.

“Bitch, I’m so good to you, that’s how you repay me?” I’m sorry.

Someone looked at Liu.

The girl was weak and weeping like a shivering chick in the cold. She said, “What are you talking about, I don’t know, I don’t know anything.”

He pointed to her tummy, “You’re in your belly, you want to have an abortion, I’m borrowing money for you, and that’s how you treat me? I’m sorry.

“An abortion”?

Quietly.

The word “life” is too new for them, let alone the life hidden in the belly of their classmates, which is an extreme thing.

“That’s, that’s your kid. She was crying quietly.

People looked at Liu again, and he sat on his seat and read the book at first glance, so quiet and quiet, but could see him holding a pen and shaking his fingers.

Who the hell is the kid? Nobody knows.

I’m almost laughing out.

This silent farce, the silent mime, played the craziest circus.

They were even more ridiculous than the weirdest clowns in the circus, more ridiculous than the funnyest actors, and they created a fantastic scene.

Finally, no one knew who the child belonged to, because the crazy lady, on the same day, was obsessed with the two fathers of the child.

Who’s it gonna be this time?

Whether it was the garbage thrower who fell on the wall, or the perpetrator who sat on the chair in the dark, or the one who had the needle and the hot water, or the one who had the tongue hidden behind the White Lotus. See, sewage swallowers and ash burners have already been partially punished. Then who’s next?

Only the foolish Father wanted to save them, and the devil had already smelled rotting in their bones, and the Father had been torn apart and no one had saved them.

15

The atmosphere in the classroom has become very strange, and everyone can feel it, as if she would not be involved in this dispute, as if my arms had been taken from my side of the table.

All of them are strung up, and they maintain their apparent vigils as if none of this existed.

“Lihara,” I took the paper and knocked on his table, “Teach me.” I’m sorry.

He looked up at me and didn’t speak, and he continued to write the formula on paper, and the other piece of paper was full of ancient poetry and a copy of reading.

That’s good, for example, he’s finally willing to use two drafts.

“Lihara. “And I bowed down and prostrated myself at his table, and made a clear sound.

He didn’t look up, the pen didn’t stop, he was deaf and dumb.

I can’t believe he’s mad at me.

How stubborn was he who confessed to me first, who accepted all of me unconditionally, and now he is angry at the affair between the grotesque.

“Fine,” I get up smiling, “You can never talk to me again.” I’m sorry.

So I walked back to my seat, and turned to him, and he took his papers, and his head was not lifted.

I scratched the paper with a pen, and you see, who said angels were out of temper?

The blackboard after class has been polished and wiped, and it’s changed from 400 to 350, but it doesn’t matter. 350 is too far away.

It’s a good cover-up, but at this moment when the rocks are thrown into the stream, the water starts to flow, and it flows through every rock.

Another lesson in English. The teacher wrote a beautiful bouquet of English on the blackboard, and someone followed him. I turned my head a little bit. Look at the people in the corner.

He was wearing thick glasses and the sun was on his face, so I could see the eyes behind them. He looked at me in silence.

Yeah.

I can’t help but wrinkle the paper on my hands.

It’s still yellow hair, but we all know it will soon be replaced by a girl, the poor, weak chick.

How can you not, his girlfriend?

He kneeled for her, and was beaten for her, and the holy goddess in his heart treated him this way, knowing that it was difficult to return to the old days when the image had been destroyed.

Like when a mirror is broken, there will always be cracks, just a matter of time.

The atmosphere of the Three Swordsmen has become strange, and they are still together, but sometimes they go to talk to others.

You know, they used to have three people together to talk.

The people in the class came up and talked to me, and I smiled at them, and in this stream, they tried to get on my boat, and they came.

It’s a good word to say nothing, nothing to do, nothing to do.

I turned my eyes towards him, and looked at him in silence, and he sensed, but he did not look up, even a single eye shared.

I’m really going crazy. What kind of temper is that? Why does the Father have such temper?

The wind blows through the roofs of the classroom, brings sand and sand, and even the paper with the windows.

I looked at him with my head, Lee wrote on the draft paper, and I looked over, and I put my head back, and I couldn’t remember the old formula, and I had a new one.

When he’s finished, push me the paper.

And I looked at him, “Why don’t you say this, remember?” I’m sorry.

He kept his pens open and his ears were shut, and that was the case, as was the case in the temple.

“Lihara. I’m sorry.

I called him with arms around his right hand.

He finally looked at me.

“Sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I’m sorry.

I put my face on his hand and showed a nice smile. My Father, are you a hunter or a prey? But whether you’re a hunter or a prey, as long as you belong to me, as long as you look at me, it doesn’t matter.

My Knight.

I assure you.

16

Mathematics is so hard, it’s so dull to see the formulas and the big questions around them every day.

“What college are you taking?” I’m sorry.

I put my head on my arm and looked at him on his desk.

“Supreme School. I’m sorry.

I stand up, fine, idealistic, and his ideals remind me of the small goals of the past.

“What, artistes. The teacher looked up at me.

And I stood in front of him, smiling, and said, “Yes, teacher, my father is a great artist, remember? I’m sorry.

I brought new drawings, and I came to the classroom with paint on my back, and I sharpened the pen in one piece and put it in the pen box, and then covered it with a lid.

Lee’s eyes looked at me and his eyes turned to my drawings, and I could always see what he meant, for example, now he’s asking silently.

“I’m going to college with you. I’m sorry.

I looked him in the eye.

You have made me a confession with blood and life, and you have made me attracted to you forever. You’re a saint and a demon, my ambivalent complex. You’re not going to lose me for the rest of your life.

And he looked at me, and looked at it for a long time, and for the first time he smiled, and he said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

That seat, finally, changed, and Liu sat on it, and nobody knew why he was sitting on it, except one morning, when it was discovered that it had changed.

Yellow hair sits in Liu’s seat, and Liu sits in his seat, and the garbage can is changed, but the head of the Three Swordsman has no complaints.

Their shared girlfriend, who was tortured so badly, was pregnant and dragged into the toilet.

But there’s no other way to do it, but it’s always going to fall. After all, the water can carry it, and it can overwhelm it. As for the child in her belly, everyone knows who it is.

Time goes by a little bit, the numbers behind the blackboard change 300 200, 150, 100, 50, 30, 10.

There’s only 10 days to go.

My UAE scores were amazing, and as long as culture did not slow down, I could walk into the highest school.

LEE’s questions are becoming more and more difficult, and he asked me to carry them, whether they are to be carried or not.

One hundred and eighty English scripts, he lists.

Especially math, from 10 tangled lines to 20 entangled lines, which went out of the triangle and went back to the circle, and I felt like I was on the brink of collapse.

I bit my teeth and said, “I don’t want to learn. I’m sorry.

Li’s hand stopped and he was watching me in silence.

I looked back, “No motivation, no learning.” I’m sorry.

He looked back, he didn’t talk, he didn’t talk, I was ticklish. It’s just this time that there’s something different, and I feel a soft, soft wind on my lips, and his beautiful eyelashes are like butterflies, blinking into my heart.

“I’ll give you some power. He says:

I took the pen: “I’m going to die for this.” I’m sorry.

17

At the end of the exam, the teenagers ran towards the parents at the door, who dragged their bodies to welcome the children, and youth came to an end.

Then they waited for the judgment of the record.

I was texted, my mother and my father, and they finally looked up and looked at me, and I passed, day and night, and then walked into the highest school.

“Lihara, the entire province of Science.” I’m sorry.

The headmaster stood up on the podium, and he was accompanied by a proud smile, as if he had planted this excellent tree.

And a round of applause was raised from below, and I saw them looking at him. He was ordinary, ordinary, depressed, and he talked to people with his head down, and his temper was stubborn and stenched, and there was no place to be liked.

But what about her?

My Father high above me, my heavenly angel, my most beautiful flower of blood.

You are not a corrupter, but you are the one who looks to the heaven for mercy.

In the Institute of Scientific Research, there is a strange senior who has a normal and ordinary face and always wears thick glasses and speaks to people without looking into their eyes.

But he was so good, so good that she flew at him like a butterfly.

He always smiled and said, “Sorry, I have a girlfriend. I’m sorry.

He did not send a circle of friends and no one saw his girlfriend.

So someone whispered about him, among them was a playboy, who changed ten girlfriends in twenty days, and he said, “It’s true that Lihara is good, but his face, his girlfriend, should be the same.” I’m sorry.

They laughed and then they finally met his legendary girlfriend.

The black hair of the microfilms, the white, the fine five, the red lips, and the eyes with water, are as beautiful as roses blooming to the extreme.

They saw her run towards the dark head, one of them in his arms, touching her head, light and slow.

“The forest is delicate. “He calls me gently.

“To. I looked up and smiled at him.

There were many bottles of medicine in the laboratory, but it was strange that there was a white bed ahead, Li was walking in front and he was looking at a bottle in a white coat, and then he dropped it.

And We threw him down on the table of the experiment, and his neck was so thin and thin that he would not be able to breathe and would not tremble, and he would suffocate slowly and become a corpse.

I’m the only one whose body will not be desired, nor smile at others. Since then, his joys have been mine alone.

His eyes were covered in fog, and the tears fell on my heart, and he was groaning, and if he died, he would never live like this again.

I put down my hand and left a red mark on his neck in the most visible place.

“My dear Father, can we save your faithful now? I’m sorry.

The moon star was thin, he stunned, and I followed him in the back to fix my hair, and it was the right choice to wear a dress, not even a button.

“Little Lin,” he called me, “No later, not outside. I’m sorry.

“Well, can’t you do it once? * I responded with good faith and asked again without *

He stopped, and he started to sigh.

“Little Lin, only once, next time. I’m sorry.

“No problem. * I smiled, for the first time, for the second time, for the third time, and for the second time, for the last time.

“Dear Muse,” he said, “I was captured by you.”

Mr. Li.

The mountains cover the only way out of it, and the mountains are scattered, as if this small village had been abandoned.

This is where Li grew up, and his toy from childhood was the mud pit in front of the dwarve, and he grabbed the mud and strangled it into shapes.

At that point, the sister who was with him laughed, and Li loved his sister, small, soft, like a cloud.

The only beauty in this sealed mountain.

The village in the mountains is always close to the neighbourhood, and Li’s house is surrounded by a short house with a blind cripple and scars on his face, where he was said to be a murderer.

He looked terrible, so Li didn’t like to get close to their home.

Until one night, the sound of intermittent moaning in the pighouse of the crippled family was as sobbing as if it were despairing from the throat.

Xiao Lihara was awakened, and his sister slept with eight forks, and he rose up and softly swung her horns and walked towards her.

He saw a lifetime of unforgettable images.

A woman with her hair in disarray, locked next to the fence, and a man behind her, beating her in the head, which was scary and ugly and no longer human.

Little Li didn’t understand what it meant, but instinctively it felt a little gross.

He tried to run away, but he stepped on the dead leaves.

The man looked at him, looked at his face, and he showed a bad smile. He greeted Lihara and put his hand on the woman’s body.

He said, “Do you know what this is? I’m sorry.

Lee withdrew his hand in fear, and he shook his head.

And the smile of a man was strange, and he said, “This is love, and I am saving her, and you are going to save her, like me.” I’m sorry.

On the same day, Li had run back to his home and had a fever.

The weird and ridiculous scene that he couldn’t see.

Then, when she grew up, she was well protected, and she was the most beautiful flower in the mountain, a beautiful face and a childish heart.

Li had also begun to attend school, and he travelled many mountain paths every day to the end of the mountain.

When he left, his sister stood at the door and waved at him.

“Brother, I can go to school with you next year. I’m sorry.

Lee thought it would all be all right. They’re going out of the mountains together, and they’re going to the city with their parents. He has the best wish.

Then, after seeing that scene, everything began to collapse.

His sister was lying in the arms of the man next door, who touched her hair, and her sister looked up at him like a doll, a beautiful flower and a horrible beast, which was the most ridiculous picture he had ever seen.

“Big brother,” she smiled at him back home, “You’re back. I’m sorry.

Why, why, he asked. His pure sister looked up and smiled. She said it was love, he loved me.

Li had run away, he was afraid to tremble and he was afraid to face his sister again.

It was only at night that he returned to his door, as a beast, and opened his mouth, waiting for him to return to it.

His sister was still standing at the door waiting for him. It was only Lihara who knew that she had fallen and that she had rotted when she saw what was absurd.

“Why is that?” He cried.

“Big brother,” she turned her eyes mechanically and laughed, “because he loved me. I’m sorry.

Her hands touched her stomach, and Li was looking at his stomach and fell apart. His sister, at this moment, remains in this mountain forever.

He began to avoid her, and he saw her body thinner that day than that day and the face of that day worse than that.

She moved next door.

It was not until the day of her death that Li had entered the rocking and rotting house, where his sister lay in a wet bed.

She had wide eyes and saw him coming, and she had turned mechanically. She was already thin, and her cheeks with the baby’s fat had disappeared long ago, lying still like skulls.

“Big brother,” she cried, tears came out of her eyes, “Help me.” I’m sorry.

“Brother,” she said, “Help me.” I’m sorry.

It was also the same day that Li had known that his cowardly parents had acquiesced in the sexual abuse of his poor sister for years because of fear.

She died without a bed.

Also on the same day, Li had raised a brick and came to the house, where he hit the man, and he was broken by a man with one hand, his right hand.

His parents came and cried out to him, and lived, and went to the outside of the mountains; he was all they had. Lihara looks at their white hair and he says, “Okay.

Parents sold their chickens, borrowed money, paid him enough for school fees, sent him out, performed well enough, and happen to have a poor student slot at Ming An High School.

They said that it was a charity project they had set up, entitled ” Helping the children in the mountains ” , and that Li had been given the place. His mother was happy to have him dressed, and had a family who wanted a school bag, a grey bag, and a gray puff.

And the shoes on their feet, which have already been worn out, have walked countless mountain paths.

He was out of line with it, and bright and bright students came in, and they talked to each other, but nobody looked at him and sat quietly in his seat.

The last student pushed the door, and the noisy classroom came down at once, looking towards the door.

Li’s head up too. How beautiful is that, like the most beautiful rose in the world, standing there can take away all sight.

They called her, Missy, the daughter of the Lin family, whose father was a famous painter, and her mother, a successful entrepreneur, who was born to be held hostage.

Like clouds and mud, they will not have a meeting.

Li had been studying very quietly, except one day when he came back to the classroom, he accidentally hit the yellow hair’s table, looked at him and then got up and beat him in the stomach.

They were bored, they needed a bullying toy, who was the best in the class, only Li Hara, and then the fuse started burning.

He was beaten to the ground and they threw garbage on his head and poured sewage into his face.

In the middle, Lihara saw her sister’s face, and she started to decline in an inch. She said, “Big brother, save me.” She said, “Big brother, that’s love.”

So he closed his eyes; that was his sin, and a lie was woven out of his deranged nerves, and he thought he would save them.

In the spring, on the gap between the examination, he suddenly found his pen missing, and he tried to borrow his mouth, but saw the look of their evil eyes, so he did not speak.

“You need a pen, I’ve got two. I’m sorry.

And sweet, roses reached him with their hands, pure and plentiful roses, and he saw a hand that was completely different from her, without cocoon, clean and white.

On the day he returned his pen, Li had pulled out five big white rabbits, which he had hidden in a school bag without the balls to eat, and he gave her together.

After a day of physical education, he went back to class to pick up something and found the sugar in the trash can. He went down and picked it up and stripped the wrapping paper and put it in his mouth.

He and Missy only interacted twice, once with the exam and once with the rain.

He saw her slip on the floor, bleeding on her knees and throwing her umbrella on the side, and she could actually stand up, but she was too weak and she sat on the floor crying.

The palm was also scratched.

Lee didn’t want to worry about her, but the way she was sitting in the rain was so pathetic that he went towards her.

She looked up to him and cried, and she reached out to him with her hand: “Can you take me to the infirmary?” I’m sorry.

She was lying on his back, lighter than cotton, lighter and smaller, and she buried her head next to his neck.

Li’s foot stopped. Isn’t it dirty?

“O Father, where is this Father?” I’m sorry.

He heard her voice, light and soft, sweet as a silk.

He thought he had been mistaken: “What do you say? I’m sorry.

The beautiful lady smiled at him: “Nothing. I’m sorry.

Their behaviour became more serious, they poured water on him, put nails on the soles of his shoes, put needles on his seat, and finally, on the eve of Kocau, they put nails into his arm.

When Li had seen them again, long after he had boarded a restaurant, they were gathered together at a school reunion, and there were 41 people in the class, along with the Miss Lin family.

“Hey, monkey, you can’t hold your hand and get dumped. I’m sorry.

Someone squeamished his eyes and his foot stopped. He knew that this monkey boy, who was her ex-boyfriend, broke up with her for three days.

“False justice, Missy may have a strong desire. I’m sorry.

“Well, by the way, how’s the girl you fucked last time? I’m sorry.

They’re hip-hop ha.

“Oh, I hate her. Who’s gonna show her all the time? I’m sorry.

The girl’s voice was so sharp, Li knew her. That was the lady’s neighbor’s table, and she was always there throughout high school.

Someone noticed him. They said, “Hey, what’s with the waiter?” Someone recognized him. They said, “Oh, isn’t this Li Harahara?”

They poured the meal on the ground, and they said, “Eat it clean. He was crushed on the ground, and they put his head into the food, and everyone was crying well.”

They always say that they are teenagers, who did not make a mistake when he was young, and how could he deny his life when he was a minor in high school?

So he who was wronged died. They said, “A young man will make a mistake, and they will be better.”

All you’ve lost is one life. We’ve been chased for hours.

LEE PULL ON THE NORTH AND WHAT IS IT?

He went to work in a slaughterhouse for two years, the boss left, he became the new boss, he cleaned up the place and left.

The first one was a monkey, and he was bragging about the fact that he got a woman last night and drugged her. She didn’t know anything.

The second was yellow hair, which killed an old man and said that the old man should have died long ago.

The third was Little White Lotus, who had become the third child of another but had entered the courtroom and forced her to jump off the building.

Fourth, the weak neighbour, who spread rumours about the impropriety of a girl who stole from her, ended up driving her crazy.

Fifth, sixth, seventh…

Each of them carries an unforgivable sin, because their roots have already rotted, so they remain in the water forever.

He came to her with blood stains, and her beautiful roses were shaking, and she cried and said, “Can you spare me?”

But she can’t see him in her eyes and she can’t feel fear at all.

She looked at her, saw the mountain, and his cloud-like sister, and she said, “Big brother, save me.”

His tears fell on her face, and he touched her eye softly: “Will you look at me? I’m sorry.

Lihara saw her call for help and stopped, and she looked at him and finally saw his reflection.

Are you confessing to me?

She said.

Yes, I’m confessing to you, like that afternoon, when a note fell on the ground, and he picked it up, and I wanted love, blood mixed, one.

So he gave her a great love.

Again, Li had returned to that unusual afternoon, when calls were made outside the classroom, and fans creaked in the classroom. And he looked to him, and he saw the beautiful rose, and her eyes were a reflection of him.

She was a sea demon who lured pedestrians into her trap, and she stood on the shore and watched them fall into the sea, slowly drowning.

If she wants, she can weave the net and load everyone in.

Did she accept his confession? I don’t know. But he was madly trying to talk to her, so he waited for her at night at the stairwell, and they ran into each other, and the hunters fell and finally waited for his prey.

He said, “Lin, may I ask why are you so afraid of me? I’m sorry.

Li had seen her eyes shine in inch, and finally she had a wonderful smile, something you didn’t need to know.

She recognized him.

Then one day, she looked at him and said, “Come with me.”

In a quiet, rotting warehouse, she put him up against the wall, she grabbed his pulse, let him and her sink in the sea, and she took control of his life and death, like the rudder of the sails.

“My beautiful Father, can you save your followers?” she said.

Li had a hard time crying, so he grabbed her hand and couldn’t go on.

“When will that be?” she asked.

He closed his eyes: “Well, later. I’m sorry.

His muse, the seven angels in the depths of hell, who was never a white flower, nor was she a beautiful rose, and who was the devil in control of the hearts of men, enticing everything with her.

As he knew, she accepted his confession. The devil will haunt a man, and the saints will, because he created a flower of blood and gave it to the devil, and the devil will follow him forever.

But he fell into hell a long time ago, so he asked the devil to eat him with a sincere heart.

“Lihara.” And her eyes blinked, and she was as beautiful as a new dawn.

She came at him and surrounded his body.

And she made a small poignant: “One more time, dear.” I’m sorry.

He looked down, but they were right to say that the lady’s desire was really strong.

Let me stay with you forever, my lady, whether a body or a doll.

Your side is the end of my life.

My lady.

I have an artist’s father and a successful entrepreneur’s mother, an almost perfect and envious family.

It’s just that things aren’t as simple as they look, and my father likes to draw in his room and paint on paper with that red paint.

If the painting was half empty, he would cry madly, and then my mother would rush in and cut a red mark on him and her own hand.

It’s the paint she gave her father, and it’s the way she loves him. They’re like two crazy people who hang around.

Such love makes it impossible to insert a third person between them, and children, for them, are just an accident.

Because no one can disturb their feelings.

I was unable to approach the door, but as soon as I reached it, my hysteria mother would hit me with a vase, and her eyes would turn: “He is alone, and do not come near him.” I’m sorry.

It’s a twisted love that can’t even get close to him, and children are just an accident, a variable.

I’m in the dark corner with no father or mother.

And those around me, they seem kind, but I know that they are already in the mud, like the smile-smoked nanny, and one day, quietly put the necklace in his pocket.

And the day before, she held my hand and said that I would always be with her and that she was alone with me.

Man has been a hypocritical thing that I thought before I met him.

That man, they called him Lihara, they called him the virus, the garbage, the disgusting.

How can he be so strange in the world when he sits in the corner, quietly and in peace, and let them spread evil to him, and then accept it all?

I thought that if this were to happen to me, I would have turned this place upside down.

I had two encounters with him, and I liked to look into his eyes, and he looked at people very seriously, as if you were alone in this world.

Pure, beautiful.

I saw him walk in the rain, and I ran in front of him and slipped, and I thought he would come because the Father would save everyone.

Including me, of course.

He came, and I cried, “Can you take me to the infirmary?” I’m sorry.

I like him very much, and I want to save him, but he does not need my salvation, just as he wants to save those who rot.

For example, at my neighbour’s table, this poor, weak silk flower, who would have thought that she had isolated a girl in junior high and made her depressed.

The good and the evil of man is never seen from their faces.

The righteous may have an evil face, and the wicked may have a hypocritical face. You never know whether the red, the white or the blackness is behind that face.

Why don’t we just get through this? Just get through this, I guess.

The smell of blood went into my nose, and it was me who saw him again, and Maria’s sculpture fell into the water, and he fell from the clouds and fell into my eyes.

There are countless tears around me, and I’m almost shaking.

“You, can you see me?”

And his tears fell on my face, and his brown eyes were full of tears, and he looked at me, and there was only Me.

“Are you confessing to me?” I’m sorry.

He didn’t talk, but I knew I was right.

He will save me, and I will be his only believer, and I will be his faithful, and he will be his faithful.

Then I went back to the familiar classroom, and I opened my eyes and looked at the fan that turned around.

I turned my eyes to him, and he sat in the last place, and looked down, and I couldn’t see his face.

But I’m not going to go to him, and I want him to go to the net, and when the spider grabs the prey, it closes, and the devil grabs the angel, too.

I stood at the stairwell, and in the dark corner, there was a school uniform, and I walked up the stairs, and I watched him come towards me and accidentally hit me.

Mantis also hunts, but they don’t know where they are.

I want to stir up those eyes, and he can only show me and me alone.

Angels will suffer.

I even wanted to find a big lock, lock him by the bed, and stare at me forever and ever, and it was at this very moment that I suddenly found out that I inherited something.

Mother’s crazy.

He would not be willing to do so, because he would be angry, alive and beautiful, and I would never see the light in that eye if I watched it go down in inch.

And We laid down ourselves, and made it a rose that was born to grow.

As if they had never been hit by a vase, had not been pierced by needles, had not had their hair poured by hot water, and had not been turned away by roses from the door.

I wanted to help him, I wanted to make him happy, but I didn’t know how to do it, and maybe it would be a good thing to get rid of those who bullied him.

So We made up a net, and we crucified them to every corner of it, so that, with a small shock, it would reach everyone.

And those who were arrogant will be the ones who were vanquished. That is the punishment which the angels have given them.

His eyes were swept away from me, and I know that he acquiesced.

But I still feel irritated, and there’s something that breaks through my heart, and if I look at him, my heart beats so hard.

So I need to verify.

I looked at his eyes like a spring rain, and I slipped from my back to my heart, and I looked at that transparent water, and I finally knew what it was, it was love.

I accept his confession, so he will always be with me.

The light of the morning went into the bedroom, there was noise in the kitchen, and I got up from bed with yawns and dressed.

He stood in the sun and cooked with a funny apron, and the smoke was drawn from the pot and sucked into the smoker, and a few pieces of toast and a glass of milk had been placed on the table.

He turned off the fire and looked at me and started to sigh. He picked me up and put slippers on my feet: “You can’t walk away without shoes.” I’m sorry.

And We touched his hair and whispered, “Here, the table, it seems long before the last trial. I’m sorry.

He’s not talking, he’s staring at me, he’s angry, I’m smiling, how cute.

“Lihara,” I held his face, and I kissed him, “I love you. I’m sorry.

I’ve been alone in this world alone.

And We saw their faces, and they smiled with kindness and white, and turned their backs, and turned into a mask of the devil. I thought this was the end of the story.

But there was a man who stepped through the snow, overtook the mountains, and came to me and became my only float.

He was a snowflake lying in the window, a moonlight spilled over the lake.

He had only me in his eyes, and I remember a long time ago, he stood in blood, and in despair, a flower of blood.

Only my flowers. He knows all my humbleness and my paranoia, and loves me.

I said, “Love me.” I’m sorry.

Love me, like I love you.

Sister.

She had a brother named Li Haraun, and her name was Li Hwa, and her brother’s name was asked by her parents to be taken by the village chief, and her name was fixed at will.

The parents did not really expect her to come, but when they talked, the distant grandmother said that they could support each other by having two sons.

So she was born. She was a girl.

And they reckon, when they are older, marry, and there is only one person who can afford to study in this house, so she is destined to have no chance.

Her stupid, good-hearted brother sees everything as good.

That was the first time she saw him, the weird guy next door, who was blind and crippled and had a long scar on his face.

Everyone was far away from him, but Lihua was curious, sneaking into the pigsty and seeing the woman in the pigsty.

But she didn’t feel afraid.

“Son,” his voice is so dumb, it’s like gravel, “some things can’t be touched or seen. I’m sorry.

She turned her head and saw him. She was surprised she had a smile. “Hello, I’m Li Hua. I’m sorry.

The man seemed surprised: “Are you not afraid? I’m sorry.

She shakes her head.

Li Hua does not know how different she is, but she knows that she and her brother are two completely different people, and that his brother, who kills a chicken, cries.

And she, who looks at those lives struggling and doesn’t feel anything, seems like she’s born without a heart.

“It’s interesting. I’m sorry.

This is her first conversation with this man.

Later, when she had the time, she ran over there, and the man threw her out with her frowning eyebrows, but she would still stick it up. She did not know why, but instinctively, she felt that the man could understand her.

The paper fell on the ground. It was eight years ago.

She picks up a man, who is familiar with eyebrows, in a search for someone, but no one will connect him to the person in front of him.

It’s a man with an eyebrow, and he’s got a very expensive, pompous form that can’t be stopped even through the newspapers.

“How did you get like this? How did you get like this? I’m sorry.

Lihua murmurs himself.

She saw him go crazy in the dark of the night, and she saw him smashing his head against a wall and bleeding. The needles on the arm are like that.

“Kids, stop looking for me, read and walk out. I’m sorry.

The blood was left on his forehead, and he showed a smile, and he was so gentle, even though his face was such a terrible scar.

Lihua didn’t tell him she couldn’t read.

“I can’t like you. She’s pulling the horn and asking.

The man was surprised, and then he laughed: “If I had been before, I would have liked you, too clean.” I’m sorry.

Li Hua thought that she had never been clean and that she had been born a bad person simply because she had never had a heart, even for the parents who gave birth to her and for the brother who loved her.

She didn’t go to him again, and even if she did, they would just nod and say hello.

Until that day, she heard from her parents, who said, “Let’s talk about it. Let’s get married sooner or later. It’s the same thing to get married sooner or later.

This night, Li Hua knocked on the door next door and she cried and said, “Can I like you?”

The man said, “Stop joking and go back to school.” I’m sorry.

She cried, and she said, “They’re going to marry me out. I can’t read, I can’t read, I can’t read from the beginning. I’m sorry.

The man was silent for a long time. He asked her, wouldn’t you regret it?

Lihua shakes her head.

It hurts, it’s her only feeling, but she’s really happy.

She saw the way he looked at that woman, which was a great hatred and a great love.

So she never won, but she didn’t like it, it’s the only thing she wanted from her age, only him.

She wanted to sleep with me if she didn’t love me.

She woven a lie and compelled a simple brother, and she knew him as well as she knew that he would avenge her. Just the last time a man came to see her.

He crouched in front of her bed and had a sad smile: “I still despise you, my friend, but I should have died.” I’m sorry.

He said it’s okay.

My beloved, sleep with me in the earth, my beloved, in the next life, and meet me earlier, and I want to meet the first of you. Record number: YXX10mba5weSRxeNZv8hQQ9

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.