What’s the story of revenge? – A little hairy.

What’s the story of revenge?

Add 2.12 Update 2.13 Update 2.14 Update 2.16 Update 2.17 Update (concluded) Five years ago, she texted my mother on my dad’s phone saying she and my dad were in love.

Five years later, in front of her husband, I told her, “I never intended to destroy you.”

I thought it was a big, fast-hearted game of revenge.

But I didn’t think that the man that I’d tried to lure me into the corner would trap me and seriously ask me, “Are you not responsible for me?”

Happy New Year!

As soon as I open

Turning off the phone, I looked at the man next to my head with one hand, laughing at the glass, “I’ve been running for years.”

If I hadn’t known that the man was 30 years old, I wouldn’t have seen him.

“Why?” And he touched my glass with a glass.

I can hear two glasses coming out of a collision, even though the surroundings are noisy.

I took a sip of wine, and it quickly spread out in my mouth.

It’s as if it’s dark to the heart.

I shake my head.

“And you? Why are you here?” I put down my glass and I’m still looking at him.

This bar is the only open shop on the street.

I found it on the street on New Year’s Eve a few years ago, and every year since then I’ve been here.

Men also shake their heads.

He smiled a bit: “There’s nothing to do at home, just look at this bar you said.”

I did tell him before.

I told him on purpose.

I thought he’d be here today.

And I looked at him with two hands, and some naively asked him, “Why is he home alone, your wife?”

“Back to your mother’s.”

I blinked, “Why don’t you come with me?”

He shakes his glass, and there’s something in his eyes: “She won’t let me.”

As for why not.

I guess no one knows better than I do.

Because at this point, she must have gone to my dad.

I’m looking at this man called Forest Wind.

People are like their names.

His face is not the kind of handsomeness that you can look at, but the comfort that you feel.

The first time I saw him, I even wondered if I was looking for the wrong person.

His wife, the woman who got into my family, how could he let a husband like him leave my father alone?

But unfortunately, I’m not looking for the wrong person.

Also, his wife was not known for many years of cheating.

A poor man.

I was laughing and talking to the wind.

We have kept the right distance and boundaries.

Until I saw the barber pouring into the liquid we discussed.

My mouth was just up the cup and up.

It’ll be the best year I’ve had in years.

When I woke up, I pulled a blanket over half my face.

Just one red eye outside the covers.

He also seemed to be scared, he was unconscious and he fell out of bed.

Under the bed are our messy clothes.

“Go, Brother Lin.” I took a breath of air and said to him, “Just pretend nothing happened.”

Say I’m sitting under a blanket.

The forest breeze touched a dress under the bed and quickly wrapped itself up, sitting on the ground.

Quiet in the room.

He didn’t answer my words.

I heard the sound of the twilight in a little while. He probably touched the clothes.

Until, when he stood up, We were wrapped up in the corner of a bed farthest from him.

“I, I don’t care.” I suck my nose.

It’s too small to cry.

He was standing by the bed, and he was a little restless, “I…”

I didn’t wait for him to say anything. I pulled the covers and tried to tighten myself up.

I pulled the covers and showed the little red on the sheets.

A little dry blood on the white sheets, it’s very grotesque.

I snapped up my fingers last night, moved the covers and covered the red.

“Lin, you have to go.”

The forest breeze is a good man.

A poor, good man.

That’s why I got him.

After that night, he disappeared for days without even opening his flower shop.

I didn’t get one until the beginning of the seventh year.

“I’m sorry about what happened that day, and I thought it would seem unfair to you to make up for it.”

Look at what’s going on in his dialogue box, “I’m entering,” and I stopped him.

“Did you open the flower shop today?” I asked him.

Watching his “input” disappeared for a while, and soon returned my message.

“Open.”

I’m happy to nod my head like I saw a fish hook.

“Then I’ll come by tonight to get a bunch of flowers.”

Send it over.

And then again, “Just take it as a compliment.”

Catch a man and make good use of his guilt. Then he reached out to reason, and did not fight, and finally struck the city, and took over the nest.

That’s all I learned from that woman.

Now I’m gonna use it all on her husband.

At night, when I was off work, I deliberately delayed at the company for a long time.

I didn’t pack my stuff until my sister asked me to go back.

It’s almost 10 o’clock to the forest windy flower shop.

Many of the shops were still open because they had not been opened since they had been home for a few years, leaving his shop on the street with lights on.

It’s so cold.

Just like I first saw him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect to work late on the first day.” As soon as I walked into the store, I started to apologize.

The forest wind heard my voice and came out of it.

As in the past, he was wearing a pure, dark and sensitive apron with the same black long sleeves.

I got a bunch of flowers in my hand.

Yellow roses are covered in white and yellow stars, and two mountain tea flowers are inserted in the middle.

Strange match, no violation of peace.

If, in another time, a person who was not intent on revenge met him without a wife, he came to me with a bouquet of flowers.

I’m supposed to be moving.

And We took the flowers of his hands with pleasure, and set them on his lips with a finger when he was about to speak.

“I love flowers, like I’m not tired of working late today.” I swayed at him with the flowers, and I turned away.

When I came to the door, I just opened the door and looked back at him, and I had the brightest smile in my life.

“Lin, buy your family flowers next time.”

It doesn’t seem as if I would have been such a response.

I didn’t come after me until I got far, and I hid around the corner and watched him stand at night, just like the flowers in my hand.

It’s like a flower in my hand.

The day after I got the flowers, I got a call from my aunt.

“A grain, I heard she broke up with your father.” My sister-in-law was groaning across the phone, and she said to me, “Come back when it’s over, he’s your father.”

When Mom died, she cried more than I did.

And now she can talk like that.

I’ve got my fingers on the vase, and I’ve said to the phone, “I’ve never been a gambler.”

Nobody gambles with their mother’s life.

Everyone says I’m a gambler, and I ran out of my house before I finished school.

In their words, no father or daughter has a nightly feud.

That’s because they didn’t see their mother die in front of themselves.

I didn’t see my mom slowly closing her eyes.

“Five years ago, he was not my father.”

The year Mom died, I didn’t have a dad.

2022.2.10 Update 3.

I saw that woman again when I was passing through the woods.

Women were still weak and weak, and ran out of the door with a few words from the forest wind.

When I was trying to get out of the woods, I blocked the door.

It’s a little surprised by the wind.

I took a step closer to him and he pushed back to the flower shop.

“Lin, take one of my sisters sick and I want to buy some flowers to see her.” I just lied.

The wind of the forest didn’t think much, starting to give me flowers.

I looked outside the door, and I said, “Who was that?”

“My wife.” He didn’t lift his head. He focused on my flowers.

I nod my head.

“How long have you been married?” I said, unwittingly.

It’s like every customer who comes to buy flowers, talking unwittingly.

His hands were tied up, and he thought, “Five years.”

Five years.

The year Mom died, that woman married him.

But that woman was with my dad for seven years.

Married for five years without a child.

Why?

The forest wind fastened the flowers and he handed them to me.

“How much?” I naturally answered.

He looked at me and whispered to me, “I’m getting a divorce.

I seem to have heard incredible things and looked up to him.

In the light of what just happened, was it…

“Does she agree?” I asked him unconsciously.

If she wanted a divorce, how could she have agreed to marry him five years ago?

If she and my father were not able to divorce him when she was with him, how could she agree to divorce him now if she had broken up?

It’s clear that the wind is shaking its head.

He looked at me, and he was very determined, “I’ll tell her.”

Like being committed to me.

I didn’t talk to him, I laughed at him and shook him, “Thank you for the flowers.”

Looks like he’s not going to take my money. I didn’t say much to him.

When I walked out of the flower shop, the woman returned.

She’s all over me.

It still smells like it on my dad’s coat.

It’s disgusting.

The more she doesn’t want to divorce Lin, the more happy I am.

Otherwise everything I do is meaningless.

I have to give her the hysteria of her mother.

Listen to my sister-in-law. The woman did go to the country after the New Year.

Go get him.

He’s been depressed for days.

After a few days of depression, I finally remembered my daughter.

I kept my phone on the table and started to clean up the flowers I had taken from the forest wind.

“Oh, it’s Dad’s fault. After all these years, can’t you forgive Dad?” The phone is a friendly voice.

I buried my head to cut off the extra leaves and roots and didn’t talk.

Listen, he had real or false apologies on the phone, and I didn’t have any fluctuations.

“Your mother certainly didn’t…”

I cut the roots of the flowers with a knife.

I looked up over the phone and saw the flowers on the table, as if I had seen Mom scratching in the air like a petal, and finally fell in front of the car.

“What right do you have to mention her?” My voice rings in the cold room.

Make the whole house more like an ice cellar.

So cold.

Let’s get warm.

I hung up on my friend’s phone and went to the booth with a vase.

The water from the vase was poured into the booth while dialed the forest for wind.

The phone in his hand rang twice and was reached.

“Hello?” The sound of the forest wind is followed by a small cry of a woman.

I snuffed my mouth, looked at the totally dark light, pretended to hear the difference over the phone and sucked my nose.

“Lin, I’m afraid…”

2.11 Update 4

When the forest breeze appeared at the door, I jumped in his arms.

“Lin, you’re finally here.” I have a cry in my voice.

His hands were frozen behind me, and he gently slapped my back, “Why is the power out?”

I shake my head.

“I accidentally knocked the vase over, and then I heard the sound of “bite,” and the lights went out.” That’s what I had in mind.

The forest breeze heard me say, reaching out and opening the electric box at the door.

He sighs.

“Do you have water in your vase?”

I nod my head.

When the call said that the workers were off duty and that they would send someone to fix it first thing in the morning, I thought the sky would be on my side occasionally.

I saw him blink.

“Big Brother Lin…” I said, “Can you stay with me tonight?”

Maybe I was so scared that he hesitated to stay with me for a while.

Unfortunately, I rented a single room.

Just one bed.

He didn’t seem to hesitate to say, “I’ll just sleep on the floor.”

I smiled.

“There’s a couch, Brother Lin.”

As I laughed, the atmosphere in the house seemed to warm up.

The forest wind really lay on the couch.

I was lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, and I said, “Do you think my sister-in-law will be angry?”

He didn’t answer me.

The house was quiet enough to hear me and him breathing.

As soon as I thought he would never return to me, he lamented.

“She won’t divorce me.”

His words are long and helpless.

It’s like you really decided to divorce.

I followed by a sigh, so I was understanding: “I heard the elders say that a temple would not destroy a marriage. Brother Lin, since your sister-in-law doesn’t want to, go ahead.”

Get over it so I can crush it.

Who am I to say this to?

But suddenly, the wind came up from the sofa, and he looked at me and sighs again.

He must have something to say, but he didn’t say anything and went back.

I smelled a scent in the morning before I opened my eyes.

I sat on the bed and saw breakfast on the table.

Simple breakfast wakes me up in a flash, the last time I saw it was five years ago.

The mother in the kitchen looked back and blamed me: “You little lazy bastard, you’re gonna be late.”

Mom’s face and the windy face of the forest converge.

He brought a glass of milk on the table.

“Why is there nothing in your fridge?” He doesn’t like it, “Don’t you cook?”

I leaned on my back until the sourness of my nose spreads to the table.

“Did you buy these?” I’d like to sell a nice breakfast to the table and ask if I’m sitting across the forest.

He gave me a spoon.

“Simplified.” And he said, “Let’s have a bite.”

I’m laughing and not talking.

And he stopped talking.

I drank porridge in silence and suddenly there was an egg with a shell.

Mom used to be like that.

She’ll take me down while she strips me.

Then put the skind eggs in my bowl without saying a word.

Brother Lin. I looked down at the eggs in the bowl and called out the forest wind.

“Hmm?”

I looked up and laughed at him, “It was delicious.”

We’re almost there.

So the porridge eggs are so good.

2.12 Update 5

He’s been coming to my house since I overstated the cuisine.

Make me dinner.

But not staying.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m going to seduce him or find myself a cook.

“Lin, I am so sorry that you run like this every day.” I ate the food from the forest and spoke to him with heartache.

He put a good meal in front of me and rubbed his hand on my hair.

“Eat it.”

Many times, I had the illusion that I had another home.

As long as the forest is clear, as if this little house had never been as cold.

What brought me back to reality was a message from that woman.

“Brother Lin, you have a message.” I took a look at a cell phone that didn’t come out of the forest and politely reminded him that he had just collected a bowl into the kitchen.

He didn’t come out to see his phone.

I’ve been holding my head alone, and I’ve been so careless about his cell phone.

“I know you’re just drunk out of control, and I don’t mind, and it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t run home, you wouldn’t have done that, okay?”

Great.

He’s a complete victim, and he’s very understanding.

She’s really good at acting.

I slipped my fingers up, and I saw their chat records these days.

“If you’re upset about that girl, you have a date and I can explain it.” Then another message came.

“Maybe with money? Not that your father left you a lot of money, but we’ll make it up to her. May I?”

Message one by one.

It seems urgent.

According to the records of the chat, it appears that last night the forest storm had moved out of the house to divorce him.

At that time, the forest wind came out of the kitchen and his beautiful hand took his cell phone from my hand.

The proposal made by the woman was also displayed on the phone interface.

I woke up red and looked up at him, “Brother Lin.”

He looked at the message on the phone and frowned on it.

“You’ll never come again.” I bow my head, and it’s hard to look, “If your sister-in-law gets the wrong idea I really don’t want your money it’s my fault.”

The forest wind put the phone in my pocket and put your hands on my head.

He was suffocating, and I didn’t blame him for looking at his cell phone: “One grain, it’s not your fault.”

When he left, he promised me he’d never come back.

“I’ll take care of it soon.” He said.

I stood at the door and took him away without answering his words.

Looking at his back, I put my hand up and brought the twilight to my ear, and I made a smile.

Of course not me.

It’s just a shame he’s really good at cooking.

The days have been so quiet for two days.

When I haven’t taken the next step, mine.

A familiar head.

A familiar nickname.

I soon agreed to the application.

“Hello, I’m the wife of the wind.” As soon as I agreed, the other side sent a message.

I looked at the news and my fingers were shaking.

I don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.

I’ve been staring at the news for a long time, and it’s getting a little sour in my eyes.

I didn’t get back from the other side and sent another message.

“Can we meet?”

I went back to her, “Sorry, I was busy. What can I do for you?”

Turn around: “Can we meet and talk?”

I put two buttons on my finger and my mom’s picture appeared on the screen.

She smiled so warm.

“Mom, I did it.” My voice did not stir a little in the silent house.

Like a stone thrown into the sea.

No response.

I went back to the chat interface, and I answered the message.

“Yes, my sister-in-law says where to meet?”

2.13 Update 6.

That woman asked me to meet in a teahouse.

I sent the place to the forest for a breeze in front of the teahouse.

“Mr. Lin, my sister-in-law has asked me to meet, and I’m afraid there will be some misunderstanding to explain. Would you like to come over sometime?”

After the message, I put my phone away and walked into the teahouse.

As soon as the door in the box opened, I saw the woman sitting inside.

The woman was dressed well and seemed several years younger than her actual age.

It looks like it’s a good match to the twilight.

If she didn’t bother her friends, would they be a happy family?

Like once, my family.

I was holding my hand tight with my belt and I walked in laughing.

“Sister-in-law.” I sat across from that woman.

She took a look at me, and she was surprised.

I know she’s surprised, even though I’ve worn makeup, it looks a little like a friendly.

It’s only a good thing you never loved me like a real father.

So on his phone, there’s no picture of me.

Not even mine.

I took her as a measure and took the bag off my shoulder and put it on the side.

Every move is like meeting a friend.

She noded her head, watched the waiter leave the room after tea and opened the door to the mountain: “We are soft, we have always felt guilty for you, so we have some hard words.”

I don’t talk with tea.

“You’re still so young to look forward, and don’t take your life for a drink and a mistake.”

She said she took a card out of the bag and delivered it to me: “There’s some money in it, and it’s a gift from your sister-in-law, hoping we’ll never see each other again.”

The meaning is obvious.

With Carly’s money, buy me one night.

I looked at the card on the table, gently holding the corner.

“Sister-in-law.” I called her and asked her with a smile, “Why don’t you give me Brother Lin?”

That was not in my plan.

It’s probably so good that I suddenly say something like this.

The woman sitting across from me obviously didn’t think I’d say that.

She suddenly got a little bit sharp: “What did you say?”

I looked up at her, and I smiled, “I’m kidding.”

“Sister-in-law, I didn’t mean to destroy your family.” I speak with sincerity and determination.

I want to ruin her life.

She was relieved and looked into my eyes with a successful smile: “Really?”

“Really.” I put my finger on the table’s bank card, and the smile in the eye was as cold as the cold, and the sound of the smile was a little chilly, and “No one who destroys another’s family will end well”.

I looked up at her, “Right, sister-in-law?”

She was shaking with her tea hand.

She didn’t answer.

It was quiet in a moment and only occasional footsteps were heard outside.

I heard a footsteps stop outside our box.

After a brief obeisance, the box was pushed.

The forest wind is standing outside, not looking good.

I took the bank card on the table and stood up from the position.

The forest wind also looked at the card in my hand, and he seemed to know at once what we had just talked about, and a nice pair of eyebrows frowned.

“The clear wind…” Women are also standing up from their positions, a bit overwhelmed.

I walked to the wind of the forest and laughed and looked at him.

“Lin, my sister-in-law seems to have misunderstood me, so explain it for me.”

I put that card in his coat pocket, “You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t need money. Thank you, Brother Lin and your sister-in-law for your kindness.”

I didn’t go back to the box.

The rest of the stuff.

Let the woman explain herself.

Mom was in a car accident across the street from our house that day.

I stood on the other side of the road and watched her get hit by that black car.

She’s like a dead petal, slashed in the air with tears.

I don’t know why she suddenly ran out.

I don’t know why she cried.

Until two years later, I found traces of that woman.

I started looking all over the place like crazy just to prove what I was thinking.

Then I turned to Dad’s old phone.

Turned over that text message at the wastebin.

That woman texted Mom on her dad’s phone on the 30th.

“Big Gu won’t come back for the New Year, so leave him alone. We love each other.”

Such a short sentence.

It’s like Mom’s the one who stuck in.

It’s like the one who’s been with his father for over a decade, the one who’s spoiling his feelings.

That day I ran away like a mother, holding that old phone.

Go to your friend’s house and question him.

My hands were shaking, and I asked him, “Do you know that?”

As long as he says he doesn’t know.

I’ll believe him. I’ll just think he’s a cheating husband, a man who made a mistake.

But he looked down and didn’t talk.

Then he’s a murderer!

A murderer who killed my mother!

“So you deleted the text message on Mom’s phone?” When I say this, it’s like a December ice cream.

So he not only knew about the text, but also destroyed the evidence after Mom did.

That day seemed darker than the day Mom died.

It’s like Mom died in front of me again.

I can see her eyes with tears.

When I struggled to open my eyes from my bed, I realized I was dreaming about Mom again.

In the little house, it’s quiet enough to hear my breath.

I put my hand on my face.

It’s full of tears.

The cell phone rings at this time, and the light on the screen lights up the dark room.

This light is a little gruesome, and it’s making me a little bit uncomfortable.

I’ll pick up my phone when I get used to it.

It’s from the forest wind.

And he said, “I’m sorry, one grain.”

I’m sorry, he never should have.

“I didn’t think she would, and I made it clear to her that it would never happen again.”

I went back to a pretty face bag.

“It’s all right, Brother Lin. Maybe my sister-in-law thinks I’m a random girl. I don’t care.”

I haven’t heard back from you since the storm.

What kept me from thinking was that he was in front of my house the next morning.

He took breakfast and laughed at me, “Did you have breakfast these days?”

I looked at him.

“I knew you didn’t eat well.” He gave me breakfast.

And then he took a bunch of flowers from behind.

He said, “You haven’t been in the store for a long time, and I’m sure you’ve given up the flowers last time.”

Said he looked behind me.

I think I saw the flowers in the vase, and I saw them in the eyes.

I picked up what he had: Brother Lin…

He’s uh-huh. Wait for me to talk.

I suddenly lost sight of the starlight, which was clearly destroyed.

I didn’t know exactly what I wanted in that moment.

If he’s really a good guy.

How can you love me?

Although I used it to make him think we slept.

If he was really a good man.

How can you ignore a wife who’s been married for five years and fall in love with me?

Maybe all the men of the world are the same.

I sighs.

“Let’s eat together.”

2.14 Update 8.

Qing Feng said the woman and he were child relatives.

Their marriage was made up of elders, and her grandmother was particularly fond of her, which was why the divorce was delayed.

He’s actually wrong.

It was because the woman didn’t want to get divorced that he couldn’t get divorced.

I’m holding my head and I’m kidding and I’m saying, “Lin, you want to get divorced, not because of me?”

He’s got a flash on his face.

He dropped his chopstick and suddenly looked at me very seriously.

“A grain, I will be responsible for you.” He said that in one of his proper words.

I smiled and said, “Brother Lin, no need.”

I don’t need him to answer to me.

All he had to do was divorce that woman.

The more I don’t want him to be responsible, the more he wants to be accountable to me.

So he started running to my house to cook for me every day.

Unlike before, this time he brings me flowers every two days.

As long as I exaggerate nice flowers, he’ll bring them more.

Surprisingly, that woman hasn’t come to me for half a month.

Seeing that woman again, at the hospital.

I had an irregular physiology period, and I took time to check on the endocrine, and she waited outside the other clinic.

The words “family planning” clearly explain the list that I can’t see in her hands.

And I don’t have to guess what’s on that list.

I suddenly felt sick.

That’s disgusting.

And when she looked around, she obviously saw me.

Then she passed the panic, and I watched her say to the people behind her, politely, that she was in the wrong line and left.

She came towards me.

I didn’t rush to put the list in the bag.

Seeing this move, she wrinkled.

“Are you sick?” I don’t even know what to say.

I look down and shake my head.

The hand holding the belt was tight at the angle she could see.

I turned around and looked up at her, “What’s wrong with her?”

And when I’m done looking at her, it’s on her list.

She put away her ugly face and showed a shy smile.

“The wind won’t let me say it.” She looked at me and laughed, “but I didn’t think it was a bad thing, and it’s okay to tell you.”

Says she showed me the list.

Just for a second.

The words “pregnancy” fell into my eyes like nails.

Even though I have long since been a dead man, these words are still stinging.

I said, “Congratulations.”

It’s not that New Year’s is over with him.

This is like a big joke.

The woman looked at my bag, like she cared about me, and asked me, “So you’re here with your friends today?”

I pretended to be stunned, held tight, noded my head.

Despite her good disguise, I can still see the fears in her eyes.

Looks like we’re gonna have a good time.

Two days later, one night, the forest breeze knocked on my door.

He’s all drunk by the door.

Brother Lin?

He looked at me and looked a little confused.

Maybe he saw the guard I couldn’t hide, and he looked at me and whispered, “Can I sleep on your couch tonight?”

There was a little prayer in the voice.

Usually, a man comes in drunk and says he’s staying with me for one night, and I can’t agree with him even if he kneels down.

But my instincts tell me it must have something to do with that woman.

And with a little bit of a twirl, I don’t know why I let my heart get soft.

I finally agreed to let him sleep on my couch.

It’s not his first time sleeping on this couch anyway.

After I let him in, I was thinking about not taking a shocker to defend myself, and I looked back and saw him fall asleep on the couch.

I couldn’t help laughing out.

He’s drunk and sleeps.

Maybe he didn’t even know it himself.

2.16 Update 9.

That woman is crazy.

She bombed me this night.

“Did he go there?”

“Why are you so cheeky?”

“You’re too young to learn to be a fox!”

I don’t know.

Every word is like a poisoned needle.

Every word she scolded me was like she was scolding herself for seven years.

I looked at the forest wind on the couch and couldn’t laugh.

“What about you?” I went back to her.

I looked at those dirty words on the phone screen and said, “Well, what about you?”

It’s like a dirty rag that can shut up.

It took her a long time to say it.

It’s been a long time since I thought this night would be over.

Hu Tsing sent another message.

“I am the lawful wife of the wind.”

Legal wife?

I threw away my phone and never heard back.

Mom is also the legal wife of a friendly country.

What happened?

I don’t know how many drinks I’ve had and I haven’t woken up.

It’s hard for him to survive to fall.

I didn’t wake him up and then I went out to work.

By the time I got back from work, I found him at the windy flower shop.

Did he sleep at home all day?

In this way, there’s something to worry about.

Until my keys were stuck on the door and I smelled the food in the house.

And the forest wind is a little impatient.

“It was agreed five years ago that one of us could break this relationship at any time, and I am very disappointed that you are now acting like this.”

It’s supposed to be on the phone. I can’t hear anybody.

“I have made it clear to you that if you insist, I have to tell Grandma the truth.”

That’s exactly what I thought.

Their marriage was fake from beginning to end.

She married him five years ago. She must have been in collusion with my dad to avoid suspicion.

The year Mom died, there was a lot less going on between them.

So no one found out.

I heard that his father had been in a bad relationship, so I opened a flower shop and left him a lot of work after his father died last year.

I just don’t know if Hu Tsing wants to divorce him, if he really loves him, or if it’s for the industry.

When I heard the phone hung up, I twisted the key.

When I opened the door, I saw a forest wind with an apron.

That’s the apron I picked up and the pink one with the skirt.

“You’re back? Just for dinner.” When he said that, he was bending his eyes, as if he was not the one who had just heard the impatience sounds outside the door.

I answered, washed my hands and sat at the table.

Watching the wind bring the food to the table, my wrinkled heart seems to have been ironed.

It’s only a pity it’s almost over.

If he knew I had approached him from the beginning in revenge, would he stay here and cook for me?

Nope.

I put my finger on it, and I stomped.

But it doesn’t matter.

A man is comfortable in the abyss of darkness.

He laughed when he sat across from me with a pink apron in his eyes.

“This apron doesn’t look like you.”

I’m something.

And he said, “No, it’s like you.”

Look, he doesn’t know what I’m like.

I didn’t catch up and start eating.

I don’t really know how to eat dinner, but I’ve had a lot of it since the shivers.

He sat across from me and started asking me how I was at work, what happened.

I’ll answer the same question.

The atmosphere is unprecedented.

“A grain, can I stay with you for two days?” Suddenly he turned his mouth.

I bit the chopstick.

It hurts my teeth.

But I nod my head.

I don’t know if it’s for the torture or for the selfish.

What I didn’t think was that Huo would come to my company.

Turns out she was quiet for a few days, looking for my company.

She was standing at the door without her being good-looking.

Like a bitch.

I’m suddenly a little glad at this moment.

A gentle and elegant man like her must not want to see herself standing on the street crying like a bitch.

“Look at this! Don’t face yourself! You seduce a married man and you thunder!”

She pointed her head at me and scolded her face.

I didn’t ask to see him at all, but he took out the bank card.

I’m a little happy when I get scolded.

Happy can finally tear off her disguise and finally throw her to hell.

“Don’t be fooled by her! She’s a piece of shit. She sleeps with men every day. She doesn’t know what ecstasy is going on with my husband.”

She’s saying more and more.

All our colleagues stood up, afraid of missing any one of our words.

Someone even took out the phone and started filming.

She was very pleased with that.

I’m very satisfied.

I didn’t rush towards her.

Listen to the dirty words in her mouth.

The more you listen, the more you want her to yell.

“You know I’m pregnant and you seduced him so he can’t go home now, you bitch!”

As soon as that was said, the voice of a colleague was loud.

Must think I’m innocent.

“Your mother must not be a good person to teach a bitch like you!”

After she said that, I walked in front of her two steps.

“Pop!” Cracky.

I slapped her so hard.

I looked at her, “What right do you have to mention her?”

She looked at me with her face in her head.

I grabbed her chin and laughed at her, “You are pregnant, but who are your seed?”

She looked up in the eye.

I squeezed her chin and pushed her back and she fell on the ground.

“What?” I went down, “Does my dad and I look so different?”

I put a little finger on her belly.

She’s scared. Must think I’m like a ghost.

“You may look like me.”

I looked at the security officers who had arrived and stood up.

But then I looked at her and I laughed at her and said, “When I was saying to my mom that you and my dad were in love.”

“What? Love your husband now?”

“Pitiful for my grubby father, who thinks you’re really in love.”

She also stood up with the help of security personnel.

When she was pregnant, the security officers had to ask her out politely.

But she shook her head.

“No way, no way!”

“You’re a little girl! It’s you who seduced the wind.”

I heard something funny, and I laughed at her, “How did I seduce, you see?”

“I just made him a big brother.”

Hu Jin broke the security guard’s hand and came up and grabbed my clothes.

She’s like she’s going to hell before she drags me to hell.

“You’re lying!” She pulled my dress, “You were, you were, you were pregnant with his baby!”

I pulled my clothes out of her hand.

“You can’t say that. I’ve never slept with a man.”

He said, “I’m still a place.”

She looked up at me with shock and fell back a few steps.

“I don’t believe it!”

I’m still laughing and watching her.

“No, we can go to the hospital.”

“You’re not just destroying my family, but now you’re destroying my innocence.”

And I smiled, and in front of everyone I said, “You’re a mean heart.”

2.17 Update (concluded)11.

It’s been posted online.

I heard she was taken to hospital the same day.

The baby’s gone.

Soon it became a scandal, with videos on all major platforms.

I have thought of countless ways of revenge, one of which is like her.

Go to her company, go to her house and fuck around.

But I’m an ordinary student.

What kind of water?

From the day she was with her friend, she must have found ways to get out.

She’ll tell people it was a misunderstanding.

Tell people I’m insane.

She nearly quit her job and left her marriage to continue to love her friend country.

I’ve been thinking about it for so long that I’m crazy.

Long enough to hate me so I must call Ho Chill back.

It’s just a forest wind.

I felt like I couldn’t get a divorce.

He doesn’t love Hu Cing, I knew it from the beginning.

But it’s enough for Hu to love him.

Love his money, too.

I’ve been lurking for a year, and I’ve dropped something from time to time in a twilight flower shop.

He finally decided to break up with his friends.

The only variable in this is the forest wind.

When I came home, the forest wind was gone.

The house was clean and clean and there were flowers in the vase he brought back yesterday.

It’s as if the flowers were brought back yesterday.

I just sat on the sofa and my phone was ringing.

Call from Friends.

The speed of Internet transmission is the fastest.

I ordered and I threw it away.

“What have you done?” His voice was so angry.

That’s funny.

Now he’s still angry.

I put my finger on the sofa gently, “Don’t you know that?”

“I can’t believe it. The woman you raised with your mother’s compensation would frame your daughter for another man.” I laughed, “This is your love?”

“Maybe you’re more fond of your son who was never born?”

There’s a gasp on the phone.

After a while, the sound came back.

“What have you become?” The voice of the friendly country is a bit weak, but it’s a bit of a rush.

I used to be so good.

That’s why I didn’t protect Mom.

It’s been a while since Gu’s phone was hung up.

I hesitated to answer for a while.

Because I don’t know what to hear from her mouth.

I’m scared.

Afraid to hear from her mouth what I don’t want to hear.

She’s the only one in the world who looks like Mom.

As soon as the phone was reached, her cry was heard.

“You stupid kid.” She kept crying, “Why didn’t you tell me, you stupid kid?”

Auntie cried on the phone for a long time.

I’m as stubborn as my mother and I’m hiding everything.

Finally she said she’d always love me when I came home.

I didn’t realize it was dark.

I was on the couch and suddenly I felt so cold.

It’s cold as tears can’t come down on its own.

I dreamed about Mom again this night.

I was on my way home in the middle of the 30th of the year, and I saw that limousine that was about to hit Mom.

I don’t want to run for my life trying to push her away.

She did everything she could to push me away.

Ooh.

I wasn’t on the other side of the road.

So I saw the tears of Mom’s eyes so clearly because I was by her side.

Just a little bit.

My hands were so close to pushing her away.

“A grain, close your eyes, don’t look.” Mom’s voice is in the wind.

The last moment she said was to close my eyes.

Hu Sin is really crazy.

Public opinion is growing.

I heard that she was visited every day at the hospital.

In order not to disturb other patients, she was transferred to a single ward.

Aunt said she called Qu’s friend country.

As I thought, she could go back to her friend’s country.

It’s kind of a face.

If it was the one who still loved him, he’d be ashamed to pick her up.

But now it’s because of the wind.

Not even a child.

Gu’s friend didn’t wait for Hu to cry and hang up.

“Doesn’t that make you crazy?” I went back to the company to resign and heard people talking about it behind the back.

Of course, there’s nothing to be said about me.

Hu’s crazy and I’m not clean.

But I wasn’t clean either.

Not clean.

Take my sister’s report on my resignation and look at my long breath.

“Why?” It’s a shame in her voice.

I know her shame. She was trying to promote me.

Didn’t expect to come out this way.

But I have a future.

I am nothing but a lonely soul thrown into the abyss by a bell, waiting for a day when I will drag her into the mud.

It doesn’t seem to be much fun.

The day after my resignation, the wind came back.

I turned off the light with my suitcase and ran into the light outside the door.

And then I saw the forest wind standing at the door.

He’s supposed to be just arrived, with a thin pelt of sweat on his forehead and a rough hair saying he just came.

He looked at my suitcase.

I nod my head.

It’s over, I want to go for a break.

He should have seen the video online, and he must have understood that I was using him.

I thought he’d never come to me again.

Even if you come to me, you’re supposed to be here.

Like right now.

He came one step closer to me and asked me, “Where to?”

I don’t know what he’s up to.

“Don’t know.” Really don’t know.

Probably wherever we go.

Without realizing it, my back was against the wall.

The wind of the forest holds one hand against the wall and looks down at me.

It’s like I’m not wearing a tweezer and I can’t get away with it.

“I thought of you as such.” He looked at me, and his eyebrows wrinkled.

I’ve known him so long, I’ve never seen him angry.

Knowing what I am, I should be angry.

He’s one step closer, and he looks like he can kiss at any time.

And when I realized what I was thinking, I felt so ashamed.

But the next second, I heard the wind say, “Do you think that you don’t have to take responsibility for me?”

For what?

What’s in charge?

I raised my head so hard, I didn’t know he was so close to me.

My lips can be wiped through his chin.

Hot.

“Leave in one bed, and be responsible for it, and a piece of it.” The forest wind came up in my ear and whispered.

I was the first to seduce him.

Why do you listen to him now and your face gets burned?

I went under his arm.

Brother Lin…

When he was well, he reached out and pressed the switch in the house.

The house just lit up.

You don’t hate me?

I did start out bad.

The forest breeze carried my suitcase, rubbed it on my head and then entered the house.

“There’s no such thing as hatred.” He looked back at me, and he said, “But it’s not good to lie. Don’t talk about it again.”

“Why did you disappear?” I took it out.

Gone for days.

It’s like I’m waiting for him to show up and not waiting for him to show up.

“Grandma’s mad. I’ll go back and see him.” He put the case aside and turned around to face me.

He stood in the light, laughing and waved at me.

It’s like a dream god.

“Did you not eat well these days and eat at night?”

My wrinkled heart seems to have been ironed.

It’s hot.

(In addition to Nan)

Lin Qing said he and Hu Tsing were just co-locating with a marriage certificate.

He was happy for Grandma, so he married her.

They have never been married before, and now they feel responsible for looking at Hu Hu.

It doesn’t hurt her, but it hurts me.

That’s it.

I’ve been wandering around with the forest wind.

Only when I go to a new city will I become a freshman.

I’m learning to write to make money instead of being a loser raised by the forest.

I learned to write everything I saw on the road.

But I never write myself.

Maybe I never accepted myself.

But the forest wind accepts me.

He can cure me better than time.

I’ll tell him about my guilt, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He said, “Did I live for more than 30 years without knowing what I was drunk?”

“I wanted to put my hands on you.

“When did you start to like me?” I hid in his arms, and looked out at the sea, and asked him.

I’ve asked this question countless times.

But every time he answered me patiently.

“You passed by my flower shop a long time ago, sneaking around, accidentally kicking a cat on the side of the road.” His voice was as soft as the sea wind, “You’re afraid of me finding out and you’re sorry to the stray cat.”

“Cute.”

“It’s worth loving.”

(concluded)

It’s quite controversial, but I love every word I write.

The land is over.

My teacher went to a hot search because of the sexual assault on the young girl.

And I, unfortunately, became the star of the story.

My teacher went to a hot search because of the sexual assault on the young girl.

It happened seven years ago, but it was turned out today.

My roommate relayed that blast to

We’re still eating, and I put a piece of roasted meat in their plate and heard them yell.

“It’s so embarrassing that such people should be arrested.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how many years I’m gonna get, but the more serious the better.”

“A child of this age is a monster.”

Fai Yu was very careful, and she looked back and forth with her phone, and she frowned and asked me, “Ann, is this school from your side?”

I stopped the pick-up, and I looked over and stopped.

And then the frown is stronger than Flying Feathers, “This is my school.”

I looked up at her, and I went, “This is where I read it in junior high.”

They’re all settled and the meat from the willows is falling.

I took a look at the meat that fell on her plate, but I couldn’t find it.

Then he picks up a piece of lettuce, wraps the meat and delivers it peacefully to the willow.

“The teacher?” “The willows sound like a smoke, and she’s panicking about something.

I noded my head, bited an orange, and the slow opening: “I know, too, he was my English teacher.”

It’s like a switch, and all their words go out.

The barbeque is noisy, and we only have the sound of meat and a slightly heavy breath.

In the end, she broke the silence, and she was careful to ask me, “Do you know the victim?”

I dropped the chopsticks, picked up the phone that had been in the bag and looked at the article.

The article is very detailed, and seven years ago, the village teacher raped her in her own home on the pretext that she had brought students to help with her homework.

There are people in time and place and things are going on.

It just doesn’t say who the girl is.

Not even a picture.

I read one word and shook my head, “I don’t know who.”

They were apparently relieved.

“It’s terrible, for the first time, that this is so close to us.”

Flying Yu’s fear of a long snuggle, and she slaps my hand and placates me with a lot of food, “It’s not nice to say this, but it’s not you. It’s terrible, Anne. You have to stay away from this teacher and protect yourself.”

I smiled, “Well, I’m fine, don’t worry.”

In the afternoon, I received a call from the police.

They asked me to go to the police station this afternoon.

I saw an acquaintance before I walked into the interrogation room.

My high school classmate, Zhao Sheng.

I didn’t know that after Zhao’s graduation, he came to the city council.

Zhao Sheng was apparently waiting for me, and he came face to face and said hi, and then patted me on the shoulder, “Take it easy, just make a statement.”

♪ I can’t ♪

I smiled at him and the doubt on my face expressed my confusion.

“The post on the Internet, you see.”

I nod my head.

“That’s your teacher.” Zhao spoke calmly and brought a little peace of mind, “so we need to ask you some simple questions”.

I took a deep breath and walked into the interrogation room.

The police officer on the other side, who was in his 40s, wrinkled and smiled at me, “Hello, I’m Han Road, there’s a recent case involving your teacher, and we need to investigate you and hope you can cooperate with us.”

I smiled politely and asked the questions I wanted to ask when I got the call.

“Why ask me about his students?”

Han’s arms crossed the table, leaning, “August 26, you went to Lin Sung-chul’s house?”

Lin Sung-hoon is my English teacher.

It’s from Peach Li.

I frowned and said, “I did go to his house a while ago, but I couldn’t remember the number.”

Han looks at me with a sharp eye, “Do you have any special consumption records for the day you went to his house? Like a ticket or something? You can flip the phone, check it.”

I thought about it, “As if there was, I bought him a radio the other day at our mall.”

In the eyes of Han Road, I turned over the phone and found the payment records of that day.

“It was August 26th. I looked at him, “Is there a problem?”

“Why did you go to Lin Sung-chul’s house that day?”

“He’s my teacher. I’ll go see him on vacation, right?”

Han has been staring at me with neither faith nor faith in his eyes.

“You went alone?”

“Yes, I drank the water on the table and mowed my throat. “Isn’t that what Officer Han investigated?”

He wrinkled his eyebrow, and then he bragged, “When did you leave?”

I looked at the table in front of me, and I went into my head again.

In a few seconds, I looked up at him and said, “Mr. Lin said it was lunch, and I left.”

“What time?”

“About two o’clock?”

“Do you have proof?”

I laughed, “If Officer Han doesn’t believe me, he’ll be able to call the surveillance on that day.”

But Han didn’t pick me up, and he asked me, “Where did you go after leaving Lin Sung-chul?”

“It’s a little woods near Mr. Lin’s house.

The Han Road finally moved away from sight, and his index finger was knocked on the table, and his voice was not true.

“Why did you go there, with any proof?”

And I was like, “There’s pictures on the phone, if you remember correctly, there’s time.”

Han Road found a photo of me on my phone at 2:41.

After a silent standoff, he said, “You can go.”

As I walked out of the interrogation room, I ran into a face-to-face young man.

He shouted at Han Road in haste, “Captain, the person in the video identified as a schoolgirl called Tsai An.”

It’s like a curse, and I’m dead.

I went back into the interrogation room, unlike I did a few minutes ago, when I felt the whole blood flowing back.

They run into my brain, and I’m just white.

Han called me several times, and I wandered, and I didn’t hear anything.

He finally knocked on the table with his index finger and pulled me back with the sound of it.

He pointed at a blurry picture and asked me, “Do you know?”

I’m a stiff nod.

The people in the video were wearing green coats, combing ponytails, blocking most of their bodies by forest stubbles.

Maybe it’s too old for that, and the clarity of the photos is worrying.

But no one will recognize me.

The girl in the picture is me.

Han whispered my name like he was confirming something.

I looked at that picture like a puppet and closed my eyes a moment later.

When I opened my eyes, I turned my head to the other side.

Han Road didn’t force me, so he collected the photo, and slowly told me, “This photo is now all over the Internet.”

It’s like a stick, and I know it.

“I… came to me, and… there was no picture.”

Han Road handed me a glass of warm water, which was softer than just now, “What just happened, you didn’t see.”

And he said, “We’re in control, but it’s hard to erase traces on the Internet.”

“We have found the original man, but when we found him, the latest post was sent with these photographs.”

“But don’t worry, no one will recognize you without your face.”

Han tried to comfort me, too, and it wouldn’t have been easy for him.

I know that Lin Sung-chung used to have such a weird thing, and while he was in school, he liked to stand next to a female student and strangle each other’s shoulder and neck.

However, those places were not enough for him, and he would use the screens of the textbooks to reach out to the breasts of the female students.

I know that.

It’s just that people were young and ignorant.

In remote villages, children are not taught sex, and they are treated as teachers, and no one will say more.

After all, Tao Li said nothing.

I wasn’t very shocked when his name ran for it.

Before me, he had no knowledge that too many teenage students had been afflicted. Indeed, one or two of them were well-versed, and it was not impossible for him to keep the evidence as an army.

I just didn’t think it was me who was with him in the heat.

What, he’s got a habit of making little videos?

The more I want to panic, the more I breathe, the more I can’t breathe.

Han doesn’t know when he’s standing next to me, and he taps me on the shoulder, and he says, “Easy, breathe, yeah, breathe, don’t be afraid.”

The incandescent light on my head swung my eyes in pain, and a man walked in on the right and on the right and on the right, and from his feet, he was in a state of panic, anxiousness and firmness.

I feel someone holding me.

Look up, it’s a female officer.

I don’t know how long she’s been holding me, but I let go of her arms while her breath is calm.

I said, “I’m fine.”

The female officer’s sleeve was wrinkled, and she gently slapped me on the shoulder and stood by me straight.

Han Road has been sitting across the street, and it’s not until I’m in shape that he’ll talk.

“Did you know you were in the post before you came to the station?”

I shake my head and lean on the chair.

If I knew it was me, how could I talk to the police so frankly?

It is clear that Han Road is aware of this, and instead of addressing the issue, he has told me something.

“I just wanted to know what happened to Lin Sung-chun, after all you met him a few days before the post was sent.”

“But you’re the victim, and there are certain circumstances we must explain to you.”

He looked at me as if he was going through my heart.

Han said that the article had been posted online, but no victim had called the police, and the last one to report the case was a member of the Internet.

The network is too serious to be valued above, with a dedicated team.

The victims were not clear, and all sources of information were the same. They had to question Lin Sung-chung and contact the person who had published the material.

Before calling me, they just found the postman.

He’s a salesman under the skin, called Lee.

The data on the previous marketing number was not available and was on the verge of being expelled from the company, but on August 26, he received an explosive e-mail about Lin Jing.

For the sake of his performance, he has prepared and published it.

At the same time, in order to gain more attention to the appetites of the members of the web, his revelations were published in batches.

When Han found Lee, his second post just came out.

The police stopped immediately, but were seen and retained by other marketing numbers.

On my way to the police station, other marketing numbers are already working on the second blast.

So I couldn’t see the poster.

The leaked e-mail was sent on August 26th, so the police paid special attention to me at Lin Sung-chul’s house on August 26.

Just to find out why I had anything to do with that e-mail.

After that, Han said to me again, “Why did you show up at Lin Sung-chul’s house on August 26th?”

I’ve got a stiff mouth, “Go visit my teacher.”

“He did this to you. Don’t you hate him?”

I didn’t know what to say. I was one of the targets.

Most of his aims have been fulfilled.

But I do not hate him.

Han, I don’t understand.

I should, logically, hate him when I think about the dirty past, the dark and small space, and I’m sick of it.

But I don’t feel anything about the perpetrators, not even a little bit of hatred and hate.

It’s mixed with twisted memories and the smiling face of Lin Sung-chul.

He stood on the podium, and the sun came through the door and window and slashed him.

He smiled like an elder.

He said, “You are so smart to try to translate in the future”.

In a crowded classroom, he grabbed my roll and said to everyone, “Time is a standard, reading and understanding, and she translates.”

These memories seem to be interwoven with the same roots, forever and ever.

I can’t get away from him, I don’t know whether I should hate him or thank him.

I told Han, “I have no feelings for him.”

Han Road doesn’t seem to expect me to answer that. He’s obnoxious.

Maybe he’s seen countless cases like mine all these years.

Perhaps he was never told that she had no feelings for the perpetrators.

But he quickly found a new breakthrough, “Why would you visit him if he didn’t feel anything? According to the information we have gathered, you visit him at his house every year.”

I held the glass in my hand and laughed in the white, “Only by visiting him, I feel alive.”

When they returned to their bedrooms, Flying Yu and Willow willow smokes were discussing the second item.

Although Lee Lee was in control, the second post containing important information had been uploaded through his hand.

People never care about who’s the one who’s the one who’s the one who’s been blown up and what’s going on with her.

The willows take their cell phones and turn around and look at the post.

I put my hand in the cup, and I shook my head, “I can’t see it.”

When I came out of the police station, I was dazed, but I didn’t forget to tell Han, “I didn’t report it, and I didn’t want anyone to know that the person in the video was me, and if there was anything to cooperate, call me, but don’t go looking for me.”

He said, “Get some rest and we’ll meet again.”

The willows and Fei Yu have been watching the phone for a long time, and it is still not clear what the girls in the picture look like.

Lee Yee’s picture was very clever, and he exposed her face, which was always blocked by her.

No one can guess from this picture, except me personally, who the teacher controls by the wall.

The willows are still struggling, and Fei Yu has given up his efforts.

She lamented that, “In fact, it was a good thing to lose sight of that girl’s face, or else someone would have pointed a finger at her. She was a victim and should not be influenced by public opinion”.

She looked at Faife and groaned, “Yeah, as long as this man can be arrested.”

I leaned on my back and listened to them.

“So why hasn’t the police convicted him yet? Is it hard?”

I look at them and I wonder, “Maybe there’s no proof?”

“How can there be so many pictures on the Internet, how can there be no evidence?”

Fei Yu is still flipping through her phone, and she says, “Looks like there’s not enough evidence.”

♪ I can’t ♪

My face and my willow face are confused.

“There seems to be no evidence of sexual abuse.” Fei Yu coughed, and went on to say, “That’s proof of a relationship.”

In a moment, I don’t know what to say. After all these years, where to find evidence of so-called sexual abuse?

Even if I stood up as a witness, it was like that.

Lin Sung-hoon can also defend himself, saying no, but that it is indecent and not sexually.

The two of us are gonna stand in court, and we’re gonna have a fight.

I look down and smile a little bitter.

Is it important that you have sex?

Maybe.

For Han Road, it’s a sentencing factor; for visitors, it’s a high level of gossip; for me, it doesn’t really matter.

Han wants to find out how justice is done; the visitors want to see if they’re satisfied; and me? What do I want?

I squeezed my little fingerbones, and I went back and forth.

Everyone has a point, but everyone is biased.

The light in the lamppipe was evenly spilled, and the house was still dark, but there were stars in my eyes.

I looked at Flying Plum, “How do you know that?”

Fei Yu lifts his cell phone, “As you say on the Internet, I’ll send you the post.”

I’ll light the post, it’ll go down.

It was no longer known that it was the first marketing number to be involved, and he analysed the delay of the police in publishing the results of the case, which must have been unclear.

The previous burgeoning on the Internet said that Lin Sung-sung sexually abused his students, affecting the sentencing of two things: the age of the students at the time of the case and the extent to which Lin-sung-sung was taking place during the case.

In the Penal Code, sexual abuse of a young child is a very serious circumstance, and under 14 years of age is referred to as a young child, having sexual relations with a young child, without consent.

Over 14 years of age, depending on the consent of the aggrieved party, the case is divided into different types.

If the person in the photograph could be found, her age should be better confirmed when the case occurred.

But it is difficult to characterize whether sexual relations have occurred, after all, and much of the evidence has been eliminated.

There are also many different voices in the comment area, the loudest of which is the question, “Why is age so certain, why is it that people find it and cannot characterize sexual abuse?”

The person who sent the post replied very carefully, “age is an objective fact and can easily be determined. However, the statement of evidence and the victim’s and perpetrator’s side are not credible when sexual abuse occurs.”

I looked at that post, and I was a bit of a hangover.

I picked up my cell phone, and I said, “Maybe over the years, this teacher himself doesn’t remember what happened, after all, because he’s old.”

The windows are clean, the books sound.

The sun is slashed on the ground, half of the corridor is shadow and half is bright.

I crouched on the ground and painted a big tree with chalk.

Yellow tree.

Lin Sung-hoon came from the office and walked by me. Stand still.

He looked down at the tree I painted and laughed.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Big Tree.”

I didn’t even look at him.

When the leaves were painted, the forest stretched out and kicked me.

“It’s time for class. Go back to class.”

My legs were numb, and I carried my calves to the side, and Lin’s pants were softly beaten on my legs with the wind and away with my moves.

I look up and I look at Lin’s smile.

“Teacher, I want to paint outside.”

Lin Sung-chul grabbed a roll in his hand, listened to me, and he knocked on my head with a roll.

“What’s with the painting?

I kept my head up and looked at the roll in his hand.

“I’m done with the paper, I’m in a bad mood, I want to get some air outside.”

Lin Sung-hoon didn’t say anything, turned around and walked into the classroom.

The doors of the classroom are open, and the light of the sunset can only fall to the podium.

The voice of Lin Sung-sung came from all over: this is a self-study, a volume is written, and the next lesson is a scroll.

He looked at me from time to time through the door.

My tree has been painted, 4:00 p.m. and sunset at 1:00 p.m.

There’s less light in the trees and less light.

At the end of the day, only the trees remained in the light.

Lin waved to me, suggesting I should go back.

I held some unconscious legs and slowly rose up and moved to the classroom a little against the wall.

I looked back before I went into class.

The light has left my tree.

I took a breath and walked into the classroom.

Without light, the tree will die.

When I was passing through the podium, Lin called me, saying, “Bring me your roll.”

I’m back in my place, bend over and look for the papers.

I turned three or two times, and I took out the finished papers and stood up to the podium.

It’s gone.

The entire classroom was in darkness, and only Lin Sung-chul sat in the light.

The testosterone on the podium was blown by the wind and the old radio was firmly standing there.

Lin Sung-sung’s hand was softly placed on the table, accompanied by broken chalk.

“Why?” he asked me, “Peace, why?”

“Why are you doing this to me when I’m so good to you?”

I stood there and looked at him, and I had no eyes.

I didn’t respond. He couldn’t do it anymore. The whole thing was broken.

So it was just me and the test papers and radios from the podium.

The wind is still blowing, the test papers are ringing and I hear voices coming from the test papers.

And it was asked of me, “He is so good to you, and has taught you knowledge, and has sent you home, and you are not angry with him in class, so be grateful to him.”

The sound came from inside when someone pulled the switch on the radio, the tape turned inside, and strangled and pulled.

Grumpy, worn-out, is a one-stop radio quality.

“Did you forget he reached into your shirt? He pushes you, he molests you, you hate him.”

The lights were white and covered the podium, just like the eyes of the trial in the courtroom.

I stand not far in the darkness and say nothing.

The paper in my hand is squeezed and let go. It’s blank, waiting for me to fill out an answer.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.

I reached out from under the covers to the phone and looked at it.

At 8:30, Han Road called in.

Just one day later, I was called back by Han Road.

It’s still the interrogation room and the incandescent lamp.

Han pushed my phone in front of me, and I looked down, and that was my comment last night.

His eyes were always following me, and I looked down, and I said, “What does this comment mean?”

I said, “What does Captain Han mean when he sees something? I don’t mean anything.”

Han’s banging on the table, and the sound of “sing” almost immediately drew my attention.

“I mean, why would you comment on this?”

I laughed, “Captain Han, I told you before that I didn’t feel anything for him. I don’t think I’d have any problem with being involved in the discussion, and I have to be afraid to face it, to be the right victim.”

Han’s frowning, seems dissatisfied with my answer.

He stares at me, “Can you tell me what happened between you and Lin?

I opened my mouth, “Well, that’s a lot to say. What does Captain Han want to hear?”

When Han reached out to lift the table table, I noticed that there was a table on the right front of the table, attached to the table, probably because it was something that could not see the room lights.

He pushed the tablet in front of me, showing a video.

It’s Lin Sung-hoon and me.

In a dark, small house, Lin Sung-sung died on my shoulder and stood by the wall behind the door.

It’s a long time ago, and it’s very unclear.

“We found some video material, which is part of it.”

Han’s been staring at me like an eagle, “This, remember?”

I looked at the video and I stopped, “Remember, I’ve seen it many times.”

Han’s sharp, “Is it?”

And I smiled, and I didn’t have the strength, “In a dream.”

The video was only for a minute, coming from me to the door, pushing me to the wall and pressing my shoulder.

I can still hear my rejections and my breathing in the video.

Han took the tablet back, “Can you say what happened that day?”

I have to say, the video has a lot of impact.

Yuen was prepared, and I’ll still be shaken by evidence from Han Road.

I can’t keep my head straight any longer.

I was lying down on the table, no matter what look on the other side of the Korean road, and the sound of the opening was sandy and watery, like a broken wheel, struggling in the mud.

“It was a rainy day.”

“He called us to help him with his homework, and we did this a lot at school, so he called us.”

“How many went?”

“Three, me and two other classmates, two of my best friends.”

That day, Lin gave us three men a pen, but I had a bad one.

I told him with my pen. I couldn’t use it.

He pointed to the house on the side and said, look inside.

I went in, he went in and closed the door.

The windows were in the sun, and I pulled my drawer over and looked for it, and I quickly found a good pen.

I took a pen and I turned and I was ready to go, and I was pulled by Lin.

He pushed me all the way.

And I couldn’t figure it out, and he pushed me to the wall.

The dark corner of the wall, the small room, far from it is a messy bed, outside the door is my good friend.

I looked at the curator in front of me, and he looked at me with his mouth in his mouth.

Closer, closer.

As if I could smell his mouth, the smell of old age.

I’m turning my head, I’m closing my eyes.

“And?”

Han Road’s voice came out too fast to bring me back to reality.

I looked up at the incandescent light on my head, and it was so obstinate and silent, and now I am so reassured.

I looked, I was weak, “I can’t remember.”

Han pushed me for a glass of warm water, so calm, “I can’t remember?”

I nod my head, “Yeah, what happened back there, I can’t remember.”

“What a coincidence?”

I looked up at him, and my eyes were sarcastic and ironic.

I smiled again, and I was like, “Is it really important that we have sex? And the membrane, that’s it?”

I’m not sure I’m being so blunt.

He saw me breathing fast, trying to comfort, “We certainly hope that the case will not be so bad, but”.

“But,” I took his words, “You are the police, you are responsible to everyone, and you will convict him, but you will not be able to exceed his punishment.”

I looked at Han Road and said what was in my heart, “You have to protect those responsible, including him.”

It is our duty to protect every citizen.

I nod, I don’t go on, “But Captain Han, I can’t remember.”

Han Road looked at the moment and finally asked the phrase, “Why do you say you have no feelings for Lin Sung-hoon, no feelings about this, but that you react so strongly when you are brought up?”

I was groaning and laughing and I couldn’t laugh, “I don’t know, I didn’t feel anything for him, and I didn’t feel anything after what happened.”

“Even today, after so many years, it is wrong to know that it is indecent and sexual, and I still cannot define it with indecent or sexual abuse.”

When I thought it was indecent and sexual, my teacher was a rapist, it was like putting the letter A in the letter B.

You punch a hammer, you’ll get in.

But the teacher will tell you, kid, that’s not gonna score.

I am sorry for my pain, perhaps not because of the events themselves, but because of myself.

I feel sorry for myself for being insensitive and unable to respond to this matter.

Why, I am?

I didn’t tell Han-Lu that my feelings for this whole thing were numb and insensitive and insensitive.

But he kept asking me whether or not he had sexual relations in order to punish me.

I suddenly felt sorry.

If I were a perfect and useful victim, and if I remember what happened, maybe the case would soon be over and not involve so much human and material resources.

Does it matter if it happens? The ones that have affected these girls for so long have never been a reparable film.

However, with the exception of the parties to the incident, no one would probably think of that level.

People are repulsed by the fact that the last step has not taken, “You were touched, what is the good thing, who hasn’t been occupied for a lifetime?”

“You’re going crazy when you’re touched. Aren’t those who were raped gonna jump out of a building?”

I closed my eyes and forced myself not to think about it, “Captain Han, if he doesn’t believe in it, can ask a psychiatrist to hypnotize or a psychiatrist to identify me.

The Department of Education sent people to ask about progress, and the men were 50 and 60 years old.

Under the black suit is a white shirt with a blue tie.

It is a mix and style that is often present in the county supermarkets.

Leather shoes are old, but they are radiant.

Like his master, he’s old and he’s long gone.

I know him.

This year, Lin Sung-sung has the chance to be promoted.

I’m going to the Department of Education.

When I visited him at his house, he told me.

But who does not want a good position, teacher Zhao of the experimental secondary school has the opportunity to go to the Board of Education.

There is only one seat and two candidates.

Mr. Lin’s reputation and level of education were higher than that of Mr. Zhao, who was better placed.

But the police went to Lin Sung-chul’s house and took him away.

Through the glass, I look to the cold teacher Zhao in the hall.

Looks like he’s on his way.

Han has taken the hand of Teacher Zhao, saying, “I will do my best to find out the truth soon.”

Mr. Zhao smiled and passed on to Han Road the idea that the Board of Education would not intervene, but only cooperate.

Han, come back, sit in front of me and continue with the questioning.

“Do you remember the other details? Like what’s in the house?”

I held the glass and thought.

“It’s a mess in his house, everything.”

“There are books and books on the table, and there’s a mess in the drawer, and there’s drugs and a key button.”

“The covers on the bed are not folded, and they’re spread over.”

“Oh right,” I looked up and looked directly at Han Road, and I said, “There’s an old radio on the table, and he used to use it to give us English.

Han, look at me.

“Do you remember your other classmates? Did you say that Lin Sung-chul would put his hand in the clothes of her classmates in class, and that any other classmates had experienced that?”

I looked at the water in the cup.

The water temperature is declining, and the cup face is not as cloudy as it was at the beginning, and the bottom is becoming clearer.

God thought for a moment, I shook my head.

“I was one of the most valued and favorite students of our time, and I remember he rarely stood next to other girls to teach.”

“Even when we stand, we’re busy reading our books, no one will see what the teacher is doing.”

Lin Sung-hoon teaches English, and good English students are preferred.

I’ve got good grades in all my subjects, and I’m 13 years old, and I’m very lively, and I often argue with him.

He was wrong to argue with B.

Every time he smiles at me, whoever wins, he says to all his classmates: learning is about having a fight, a hard one, not being able to say what your teacher thinks, and having the courage to disagree is about progress.

Sometimes, when it comes to reading long speeches, he gets lazy and he squeezes my clothes and pulls me up and makes me translate.

I’ll translate it and he’ll keep talking.

So he was standing next to me when he was at the podium.

He needs someone to interact, and I’m a student who’s coming forward to save time.

He’s begging.

Han frowned: Did you resist or refused?

I leaned on the chair and laughed.

“Captain Han didn’t grow up in a small village?”

“We were poor counties, poor villages. What does that mean? If you want to feed your family, you have to go out and work, and those who stay are either old or sick.”

“The old generation has no money to go to school and no culture but to work hard.”

“The people in the village are poor and uneducated and no one will tell you what sex is and what is safe distance.”

“No one tells you what to do, what not to do, and no one teaches you how to protect yourself. It’s a great thing to go to school in town and go to school, and it’s all about the light.”

“The teacher touched you, so what’s indecent? That’s the love of the elders.”

Where the economy is underdeveloped and culture is backward, there is always extraordinary trust and respect for teachers.

A 13-to-four-year-old can understand anything.

But you can’t. You can’t be wrong.

Teachers don’t do wrong to their students.

Even if one of the teachers yelled at the student, it must have been because the student didn’t study hard, he talked back to him.

“Captain Han might not believe it. I thought so, too.”

I’m looking straight at Han Road.

His eyes were serene and pious, as though he were justice too late.

I remember reading in a book that killed a man, Matsuko asked the priest, “Will God love me?

The priest said that God would forgive the unforgivable, which was God’s love.

But why?

From the police station, I took a cab to Lin Sung-ho’s house downtown.

My daughter-in-law, I was a political teacher, Yang.

She stated that the family was in shock because of the incident and that the day the police came to the house was shocked until the police took them away and they had not been able to get past God.

No one believed that he would do this without giving evidence.

His reputation is outside, and everyone praises it.

After all these years of teaching, there were gifts from students.

It doesn’t look like anyone who does that.

No one would suspect him if his family stayed with him for so long.

All those who speak at home are running around trying to prove his innocence.

My sister went to the Board of Education, hoping that it would put some pressure on the police to ensure that the case is not closed to innocent people and that Lin is cleared.

The EDB refused to do so, and the newly appointed teacher Zhao said, “There are people’s police, who are not afraid of shadows, who want to leave, and who is afraid of being found.”

Ms. Yang was pregnant and had to rest and rest at home, and she was at home when the police sent someone to get information.

She would hate to start with being a student of Lin Sung-sung and to say that she was married to the Lin family and became a part of the Lin family, so as to prove that Lin was really a good teacher for the students.

She held the hand of the police and spoke with sincerity: comrades of the police, who for years had not received the gift from a student easily, how could he have done that?

But the police made it clear that the evidence now clearly pointed to him.

There’s always a trace of what’s done.

If not

That must be time to bury.

But I haven’t buried this in seven years.

There were moments when he was real.

Mr. Yang asked me, “Do you trust your teacher?”

And then you shake your head, “Look at me, ask you what you’re doing, believe it or not.”

I looked at her, and her elegant face was like a night crawling with thin stripes, a proud god, and a dark patch.

I’m making a nice, comforting smile out of my mouth.

I heard myself say, “Teacher, long ago I read a word in the book. I love my teacher and I love the truth more.”

“Teacher, that’s what Mr. Lin taught me, remember?

I used to argue with him about some grammars and interpreters, and he fought with me every time.

But in the end, he would compliment me and tell me that it is man who seeks what he thinks is right to make progress.

Mr. Yang, I respect the teacher, but I believe in evidence.”

Listen to me, Mr. Yang stopped for a moment.

She murmurs: Yes, the evidence, believe it or not, is already there.

I touched her hand: “Teacher, this is not the Great Qing Dynasty, and don’t torture yourself and your family, no matter what happens.”

“A man who has made a mistake and a man who has so many teachers in your family must lead by example.”

The pins crawled round and round, and the clock behind them sounded like a dingle.

No one noticed, however, that everyone was immersed in their wounds and that there was still room for comfort.

Mr. Yang is exhausted and looks like he hasn’t slept a good night.

I turned around and washed a bowl of fruit in front of her.

“Teacher, the body is important. Eat something.”

Mr. Yang didn’t move, she was like a fall in the autumn, and when the wind was strong, she moved a little, and the wind was small, she fell silent.

You’ll never move again when you’re down.

I stood behind her and held her shoulder gently and relaxed her nervous and tired body.

“Did the police tell you where the evidence was found?”

Mr. Yang sneezed and responded to me.

“In your teacher Lin’s U-disk, you found some video.”

Her head was leaning on the back of her chair as if she could push it.

“That U-drive was sent by the school, and each teacher had one, saying it encouraged multimedia. The video is hidden in a folder and can’t be found without careful search.”

There is a wind blowing through, blowing down her sighs, blowing out hope.

And when the sunset was hidden in the tree, I asked Mr. Yang, “What are you going to do?”

Mr. Yang’s face was full of confusion: “The police said that the girl did not want to see us or reveal her identity.

We want to do something to make up for her, but we don’t know how.

If we want to go, after the sentence, we want to ask the police to hand over some compensation to her.

I looked at the ground and I whispered, “No lawyer for Mr. Lin?”

Mr. Yang shakes his head: “No, he’s a teacher at home. He should have suffered something like this.”

She took my hand and she asked me, “Ann, do you think we can make up for that girl?”

I looked at her and smiled softly: “Mrs. Yang, if it were me, I would like to repent day and night for the trespassers.”

When I left the house, I took the garbage from the living room and left it in the trash can downstairs.

The cleaner just drove in, grabbed the trash can and cleaned up the garbage in front of several buildings.

I walked along the road slowly, and the roadside snack stand was out, and there were people standing next to the hot boiler.

A young man in a school uniform shouted “Pancakes with two eggs” and the puffs fell on his shoulder.

The cell phone sounded, and friends said she had a broken computer and asked if I could come over and see what was going on.

I had a date and I took my phone back in my pocket.

At the dawn of this city, everyone has unlimited expectations.

Workers go home from work, schoolers play, and when they push, they get ahead.

I turned around and found no place to go and turned my head to the police station.

In front of the police station, he ran into Han Road, which is about to leave work.

He had a jacket in his hand, and when he saw me, he moved.

“Why are you here? What do you remember?”

And I shake my head, “There’s no place to go, turn around and see how things are going.”

Han looked at the time and looked at me. If you haven’t eaten, I’ll buy you?”

Go out through the door, walk a few blocks, go in there, it’s a snack street.

At this point, after school, it’s all here.

I sat with Han Road at a short table, with a star-pointed oil on the table, and leftovers from a previous table.

There were a number of packages and abandoned plastic bags not far from the ground, and people passing by were holding a string of them, biting the meat on them and throwing the sign at them.

Two bowls of spicy meat from the boss of the booth, and Han Lu and I took the chopsticks and ate them.

It’s near the police station, far from our school. I rarely come here to eat.

The voice of Han Road is ringing in the noisy streets: I see your data shows that you’re a computer reader.

I just put a cuisine in my mouth, chewed slowly, and I looked up at him: It was good.

“I have a nephew who also learns computers, and my family doesn’t understand them, and I think it’s a computer. On New Year’s Eve, relatives will call him to see what’s wrong with his computer.” Han slowed down, and he said, “Did you, do you have anyone to fix your computer?”

I sensed Han Road’s voice, and he wanted to see how well I know electronics.

“Yes, why not? I was asked to fix the computer today.”

“Why didn’t you come to the police station instead? Don’t you know how to fix it?” Koreans are so careless about the food in the bowl.

“Not today.”

Han fell on the floor if he wanted to try, and he looked at me and smiled.

“The last time I asked you about Lin Sung-hoon, you asked me about the interruption. Do you mind if I ask you again?”

And I said, “Well, to be honest, it’s kind of bad.”

If it wasn’t for Lin Sung-hoon, Han and I wouldn’t have had a chance to eat at a table, let alone sit together and talk.

As a police officer, Lin Sung-hoon is a link to the truth and to solve the case as soon as possible.

And then I said, “What do you want to know? You should’ve looked into Lin Sung-chul’s résumé, you’ve visited the village, and those of your classmates who were able to ask, have any information I need to provide?”

Han’s eyes are still quiet, and he’s still quiet, and he’s a little pacified: “The teacher’s image is different in the minds of different students. I want to hear what you think of Lin Sung-sung.”

“Lin Sung-hoon, he’s actually a very good teacher, and he’s very careful in his lectures, and he’s more focused than any other teacher on teaching us, and he very much hopes that each and every one of us can learn to learn, and that there’s an idea to teach fish less than fish.”

“He’s good for every student, he’s good for good, but he’s less, and he’s very patient and often encouraged. Many of the students in the class were angry at his encouragement, and he would see their efforts and not bury anyone.”

“It is true that teachers in small villages are not as strong as in municipal schools, not only in terms of teacher’s knowledge, but also in terms of teacher’s teaching methods and attitudes. A lot of teachers will be lectured on one of them in front of the entire class. But Lin Sung-chul won’t.”

“He did a great job teaching this piece.”

I tried to avoid the sight of Han.

I don’t really want to see it.

The voice of Han Road again sounded, “You’re very good with him.”

“Does the other classmates think of him as low? If you’ve reached the people who happened to be the ones I spoke to who were angry at later, you’ve heard more than that.”

“You must have been the most direct and unhesitating student of your generation.” The voice of Han Road is light, as if it was a mist on the stand. “The other classmates, after reading the news on the Internet, hesitated to say something, and hesitated to make a mistake. Only you, never hesitated to mention him.”

And I looked up, and I turned around, and I said, “We’re different, Captain Han.”

In the absence of an ever-increasing online post, most of our classmates, remembering Lin Sung-chul, say: He is a good teacher, has a strong knowledge base, has a strong teaching skills, is caring for students as much as teaching teachers, helps many students to regain their self-confidence and has gone beyond the responsibility of a teacher.

But with these posts, the impressions of a long-established pattern are shattered.

Even if the damage did not fall on them directly, they would be in a cold sweat when they remember it later: the teacher who seemed to be a devoted teacher, and the face. So he’s really just an experienced teacher? When he was so nice to me, not to mention my occasional naughtyness, but his patience in encouraging me, did he have some hidden purpose?

The rumor is a murderous, invisible knife, with its own hands and feet, which automatically alters your inner memory, adds some poison that you can’t tell from the inside, spreads out the fog and looks like shit.

I was a long time ago, and I was a great teacher who taught books and taught them, but I didn’t know.

The human knowledge system is constantly being improved, and small villages will not lock people up for the rest of their lives. The knowledge that needs to be understood will always be clear.

I can’t remember the day when I suddenly woke up, perhaps when I saw a case of sexual abuse, or when I saw a book of spiritual killings.

The human brain is so delicate that it stores so much knowledge and time, that you don’t even need to make your own instructions, and it links you.

So countless seemingly strange ideas and behaviors over the years point together towards that terrible house.

At first, it was hard for me to accept that it would be difficult to change Lin’s position from a mentor to a child molester.

So I’ll go over and over and over and try to give Lin a reasonable position.

I’ve read a lot of books, read countless cases.

I finally gave up.

I have a limited mind. I can’t give Lin the right location.

We had to push him out and hand him over to the People’s Prosecutorial Law.

It is because I have thought a million times that I have made clear to him his good deeds and his evils.

I have not explained much, and these do not seem to be relevant for the trial in the case.

Han’s head had a few bites and a little paused: “In the evidence we have, we can only be defiled. You saw the video, only the first half.”

He seemed to be taking my feelings into account, and he hesitated to say, “If you can only judge indecent assault, can you accept?”

The night is gentle, and it blows through the hair of my ears, and it adds a little bit of beauty.

“I accept, what kind of judgment do you make, I accept, and what is wrong with me?”

I don’t care, I don’t care.

In the afternoon, I went to Lin Sung-chul’s house in the city and Mr. Yang told me that the police had taken people from the village.

Lin Sung-chul had many teachers at his home, his sister and sister-in-law were teachers and his son and daughter-in-law were teachers.

His wife died in previous years and his son taught in the city and bought a house in the city.

However, the roots of their home were in that small village, where the rest of their teachers were also teaching.

This happened when Lin was suspended from duty for investigation and his sister and sister were affected.

Mr. Yang was also implicated and was suspended from duty together, together with the fact that he moved directly to the city after the police went to Lin Sung-chung ‘ s residence to search for evidence.

When the police came into the forest house, the rumours were blown up over the village like a new year of fireworks, and those who saw them would be present for an ear.

The story of the people in the village, as you say, has spread throughout the town.

Older people talk to each other in the village, and younger people talk online.

I didn’t have that much visibility when I was teaching. He was now leaving his post and enjoying his leisurely old age, but had to be pushed to the streets and newsboards to receive comments and insults from three generations.

Whether he is convicted of indecent or sexual assault, he will not remain in prison for the rest of his life.

He always comes out that day.

As long as something like this happens, he’ll be pulled out and scolded. There are few rare things in the village, and those who know about it will chew Lin Sung-hyeong over and over again.

Even if the network forgets, the people in the village can’t stay with him forever.

But the large team of teachers in the family is an inescapable part of Lin, and how they see and treat him will be a challenge for the rest of his life.

The most tormenting is the heart.

So, what’s wrong with me?

We’ve been walking in the direction of the police station since the snack street.

Han’s cold mouth: “Lim Sung’s computer found your fingerprints.”

I looked at the road, and I didn’t look back: “What’s the matter, my fingerprints are in many places.”

“Moreover, if it’s kept properly, I might be able to detect my footprints in their home.”

Han just looked at me, and he looked at me, and he said, “Is it safe?”

He seems to be touching these four words.

I nod my head: “Yeah, it’s kept well, it’s been a long time since technology developed.”

It’s against technology, it’s backward, it’s technology, it’s time.

Han Road’s cell phone ringing on the side of the road and a phone call came in.

He answered the phone and frowned me once he heard the identity of the other.

I received his eyes and moved a few steps next to him, leaving space for himself.

The Korean road lit a smoke and the smoke floated in the street lights.

A moment later, he took his feet off the cigarette and walked towards me.

“Come on.” He didn’t mention who made the call, but he went on with the fancy “interrogation.”

“I remember August 26, when you went to Lin Sung-ho’s house to send him a radio?”

I nod my head: “Yeah, which English teacher doesn’t have his own radio, he used to listen on the radio, he used to listen on the radio, he now listens on the radio.”

“The hobby of Lin Sung-sung?”

“Maybe.” I did, “I don’t know if Mr. Lin’s been sleeping well, but I remember he liked listening to the radio.”

We walked forward, and a little cat came across and ran towards the crowd on the street and disappeared.

“Lin Sung-hoon’s family said that you had sent a radio, why send one more?”

“That radio was too old, it was bad, it wasn’t easy to use, and I changed it.”

Han looked up and looked at the night sky as if he was thinking, “Looks like you’re all right, but you’re concerned about him.”

His implication is that this move is in stark contrast to my reaction in the Bureau.

And I looked up with his eyes, and I looked up, and there was a moon in the sky, all alone, all bright and gentle, and, “Sometimes I felt that I was okay.”

“What about the old radio before that?”

Lin Sung-sung’s family did not pack up, and keeping the floor clean was the only request of their families, and it was not within their consideration that the items were properly stacked.

Every time I go, I’ll help them with the garbage.

So when the new radio appears, it’s perfectly normal that no one has time to take into account the old one.

“I threw it away.”

Han turned his head and looked at me.

“Yeah, it didn’t work anyway. They have garbage cans outside their homes, and every day they have cleaners to collect the garbage, and they don’t know which corner they’ve been wrecked.” I turned around and looked straight at the Korean road: “Maybe now it’s being reused and made new.”

Han’s eyebrow jumps.

He said, “Go to the station, it’s closed.”

Han Road received a call from the Bureau, and his men told him that there was a tape in the old radio found at Lin Sung-chul’s house. It’s been years, but it’s still working.

Pull down the play key, there’s a tape in it.

A very complete whole sexual abuse process.

But it’s also because it’s been too long, and it’s a bit of a sound.

Lin Sung-sung’s house was too crowded and no one noticed that there was a key piece of evidence in the corner during the previous search.

Until that time I remembered the details in the interrogation room and deliberately the old radio on the table.

Han Road played the video carefully and found that there was an old radio in the camera that was passing.

He told his men to go to Lin Sung-chul’s house right away.

Then there was this phone call.

It’s very smooth when you talk about it.

He confessed to what he had done.

With a video recording and a statement from Lin Sung-hoon, the conviction came faster than expected.

Han was sitting in front of me, staring closely at me: “Lin Sung-hoon’s confession was very favorable, but he refused to answer the source of the video and the recording.”

I put my hand on the table, and I had a bang on my index finger, and it was just a slow nod.

“Lin Sung-chun has asked me many times, and Han’s eyes are even sharper than the lights above his head, and he asks me how you are.”

I didn’t feel like pulling my mouth off and smiling politely: “Captain Han is trying to tell me that he cares about me?”

“At times, with evidence, a conviction can be made. But don’t you care where the evidence came from?”

I nod my head: “The video is on the U-disk, the tape is on the tape.”

“If you want to know who sent it, then you can compare it with that of the owner of the computer. You’ve seen my social accounts many times. Do you want me to offer you something else? Like, my usual homework, my thesis?”

The house is in a state of silence, and there’s a bit of a mood.

Han’s eyelids were drawn, and it sounded like heated: “I’ve read your social accounts many times, why do you comment on it online and speak for Lin Sung-sung online? Do you want to defend your teacher or do you want to go against it and lead the wind to another extreme?”

“Can I guide the wind alone?” Don’t people have their own ideas? I’ll just say one word and I’ll be able to introduce Lin Sung-chul to the land of no return.” I look up to Han Road and say, “If that’s all right, then what will the victim report later?

Han’s eyes turned and stopped on my face.

“Lin Sung-hoon confessed so much because he felt guilty about you.”

I nod my head, “Oh.”

“He’s not a very deep man in the city, and I can tell from his reaction that he’s in pain and relief, in addition to feeling guilty about you. The pain is probably because he thinks he’s an asshole, and the sentence is his release.”

I’m still nodding my head: “Isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t that what the police want to see?

Han’s staring at me, and there’s probably something I can’t figure out.

After a moment of silent confrontation, he suddenly asked me.

“Have you seen Lee Lee? The guy who posted the post online.”

I couldn’t see my heart: “Didn’t you keep him in custody until now?”

“He is suspected of violating the personal privacy of the minor.” Han looked straight at me: “Shall I read it to you? According to article 39 of our Law on the Protection of Minors, “no organization or individual may disclose the personal privacy of minors”.

“His post is suspected of violating personal privacy and at the same time involves criminal cases.”

Han Lu tried to cheat me and he still didn’t give up. He insisted that I sent the post.

If Lin Sung-chung ‘ s family or Lin Sung-chung himself knew that information, they would not have had to go so far as to confess that they could have been brought directly to the police and that the trial would have been smoother.

And he committed a crime against Lee-Ann, in order to deceive me and see if I would accept it in order to excuse Lee.

But, I’m full of shit, “I’ve seen his post, except for Lin Sung-chun, where the characters are aliases, and the picture hits Marseek, and I can’t see what he’s violated.”

I was suffocating, “Even if it is a real violation, it is up to me to consider whether or not to prosecute him”.

“Captain Han, I choose not to prosecute.”

Han said, “Well, we suspected that Lin didn’t like the U-disk himself, why did he put the video in the U-disk with him?”

Suspected. Suspected. Suspected. Suspected.

But what about the evidence?

Indeed, it is a rational way of story, but the case is not based on mere speculation.

I leaned on a chair, and I looked at Han Road, “Maybe it’s dark under the light?”

Wouldn’t it be exciting if you didn’t even know you had a bomb next to you before it exploded?

“Ha’aretz, this is a criminal case, which needs to be followed by a court of law.”

I nod my head: “Okay, I’m waiting for the court.”

“Did you have anything else to say?” Han Lu asked me.

I looked down for a second, “Yes.”

The eyes of Han Road were almost immediately brightened.

When I got out of the police station, my phone turned on.

I picked it up and looked at it. It was the junior high school class.

The progress of the Lin Sung-chung case has been posted on the Internet, and the whole group of junior high school students is boiling.

While we were still in secondary school, there were rumours in the school not to go to the office alone with the male teacher.

People are suspicious of other teachers, but no one is suspicious of those who stand at the podium of their classroom.

By the time the official announcement was made, the good students had been in the group for the first time.

So many memories were lifted up, saying that he did like to stand by girls and touch them.

There was discussion about the heat, and even the names of non-girl students.

There’s me.

I watched.

Nothing.

Han Lu suspected that I sent the e-mail, and when he mentioned that my fingerprints were on the computer, he thought of it unexpectedly and watched my reaction.

But I knew it.

Even if I admit, I sent the e-mail, there’s nothing wrong with it.

Every aspect of Han’s suspicion is right, and I’m trying to direct online opinion.

I know that as long as the police go to the village, the information will never be hidden.

There’s no need for me to direct the rumors in the village.

I’m gonna leave it all on the Internet, and I want him recognized wherever he goes.

At first, I wanted more than just a legal sentence.

Even in the case of sexual assault, he only spent a few years in prison, one day later.

Five years, ten years. There’s no big difference to me.

It took so long for me to know that no matter how many punishments were imposed, I would not be happy.

I’m just trying to find a way to tear it apart.

I want, in addition to punishment in the legal sense, moral.

However, moral condemnation can only flourish when the law is hammered.

I don’t think it’s too much physical damage.

He just buried a mental torture, slow and long.

I was sipping and looking up at the moon.

It was only then that the clouds covered the moon, and the city was in silence, and only the moon remained in the night sky.

Fang was in the station and Han said that Lin Seng-chul had asked me more than once, that he was sorry and that he wanted to know how I was.

He also said that Lin would like to see me and apologize personally.

I refused.

I said to Han Lu, “Sorry, it’s not worth it.”

Han looks at me. It’s heavy.

He took out his cell phone, went through my comments one by one, and showed me my comments.

I smiled like a face, and I said, “Captain Han, you know, almost, these comments on the Internet really yelled at me.”

I’ve seen Lin too many times before, but I haven’t seen him once after this.

The evil deeds of the 13-year-olds, one day after another, are far from being the same, so that I can think and suffer over the years.

And it is only in these years that I have rightly cared for him and watched him through the seasons, that he will not be able to leave his role as an ascendant, so that he will be overwhelmed at this critical juncture and will admit everything without resistance.

He taught me something, and I gave him something else.

I didn’t hesitate to send that post when I prepared a series of evidence.

This is a dangerous move. Are you sure you want to go this way?

If someone digs up my real identity, they might put me in.

But if you want to clear the cancer, you have to do it.

Or what?

It’s like a tide of memories, and it’s erosion.

Put it down and leave it alone.

That’s a lie.

Naturally, the good ones don’t know the pain.

Some people stand at a high level of morality, and think that all the people of the world are like him in the high places of the clouds and in the world to win.

He had a good time, and the phrase, “What’s the point of quenching the past,” was a natural light.

Since no one can give me an answer, I have to find a result for my bleeding.

How can you cut down deep-rooted rotting flesh without a blow?

Somebody has to hurt.

Somebody has to bleed.

One of us.

There’s one to lose.

As a result of the court ‘ s decision, Lin was sentenced to seven years ‘ imprisonment and the school was held liable for sexual abuse of a minor by her husband.

The compensation is paid by the school, which pursues the liability of Lin Sung-chun, and the final payment is made by the family and the school together.

Mr. Yang was right. The family did pay me a lot.

When Han gave me the money, he asked me what to do with it.

I said, do education.

I dared to take that move because of a lot of teachers at Lin Sung-chul’s house.

The presence of such a person in the teaching profession does not mean that all of them are Lin.

I was attacked by people like Lin Sung-chul, but I still believe that an educated teacher is teaching a pedagogic man with a pure heart.

The whipping of families and peers may be more painful than the punishment of the law.

If you knew more, if you knew about sex, everything would be different.

So I gave my family’s money to sex education and followed their footsteps to places where they could make sex education universal.

On the day of the closure, Han asked me if I had anything else to say.

I said there was.

I would like to write a book that will address some of the details of the case.

Even if I change my name and hide some facts, there is no guarantee that no one will suspect it.

Han Lu asked me why I had to write books.

I said because one more person sees, one less person may be hurt.

But the truth is, where the evidence is missing, I want to leave the trial to the heart.

Han Lu said yes, let me know when he published it. I’ll buy one too.

On the day of the book, I invited Li Li, and I gave him the right to report on the book release to make up for the pain of his trial.

He asked me when he helped me clean up the place: “When you went to Lin Sung-chul’s house, you weren’t afraid that Lin would tell the family that it was you who violated him?”

I said, “And?”

“What if he told his family?”

His family knew better about the girl they wanted to make up for, the girl who wanted to repent day and night.

If they still have a conscience, they will force Lin to apologize to me every day of his life.

If there is no conscience, they will be scolded day and night for their cause.

Lee’s voice is light: “Don’t you worry, what will they think of you?”

The sea wind blows up my hair, wet, and carries a blistering.

I said, “Lee, do you think I care what they think?”

The wind always takes something.

All these years I’ve been thinking about that little girl, the blind eyes, the stiff hands and the unconscious resistance that comes back.

I always felt sorry for her.

I don’t know what to do.

Sometimes it’s too heavy.

You can cry when you hear a word without a reason.

Too tired.

I want to put everything down and move forward.

I feel like if I forget.

That girl is so lonely.

So, I’ll send Lin to you.

Send the past day to repent and apologize daily.

I’m not worried he’ll forget.

I sent him a radio. He’s been holding it for two years.

Every night, at two o’clock, I hear my voice.

Tell him the story and remind him not to forget it.

After two years of listening, I think he won’t forget.

Unless one day he’s demented.

If he forgets.

It’s okay.

His son, daughter-in-law.

His sister, sister.

His grandson, his granddaughter.

Never forget.

Those different eyes will remind him over and over.

I can’t stay with him forever.

But his family will.

Good day. You see, I got justice back for you.

I gave it to Han when it came out.

“My book has been published, and I want to give it to Captain Han.”

He asked me my name.

I said, “Don’t say a word to Peach Li.”

I’m sorry.

By the time I got the book, I was stuck.

First sentence:

“When I destroy the evidence, it’s up to me.”

In a way, this is the case of Lin Sung-hoon.

It took a lot of work when we started the investigation.

Seven years, too long. No evidence. No physical evidence.

There was only one post and only one new media staff member.

The hot search was bought by Lee Li and the content was sent to his mailbox.

It’s normal to do marketing numbers, receive contributions and buy heat.

The reason for this explosion is that it was sent at Lin Sung’s home with a computer and a post office account number.

A lot of fingerprints were taken from the computer, but no matter who sent them, they could not be questioned.

Lin Sung-chul’s U-disk is alone in one video, half of which is not fully recorded.

It is only possible to convict a minor of indecent assault.

But since then, Lin fully explained the details of the year, from the door to the door.

The case has advanced a lot, but very strange.

He had reached the age of near retirement, seven years earlier, and he could still remember so clearly that every detail had been spared.

It’s like early training.

Several of our police officers have reasoned back and forth many times, with only two results.

Either Lin was too proud of what he had done that year, to take it out and think about it every day; or his statement was something he had heard countless times before.

But we can’t find any evidence and Lin can’t say anything.

His old radio contained a tape that was played seven years ago.

It’s more complete than the video, with the second half.

Where’s the video from the U? Where’s the tape from the tape?

Just confessing to his crime.

The whole case was successfully concluded.

At first, we all thought we couldn’t find the evidence.

I didn’t think of a time when I’d been able to think about it at trial.

All the clues, like waiting for us.

I read the book she sent me.

It’s a novel about how a young girl retaliates against her teacher, Lin.

The teacher in the book, she said her name was Lin and Tao Li said nothing.

The whole case can be said to have been rewritten in its entirety.

Learning to imitate, writing tapes, stuffing tapes into recorders.

Several visits per year, copying the video into his UCD.

For the last time, Lin had sent the e-mail with his computer and account number at home.

Only the video was real, and she accidentally pressed the recording button when she was looking for it.

But it’s only part of the video, not even a big crime.

So she forged the second half of the evidence in her own way and delivered it to us.

The radio she gave to Lin was modified and her voice will be heard at 3 a.m. to help Lin remember the year.

But on August 26th.

She bought a new radio and threw the old one away.

She does not have too much anti-investigation awareness, nor does she have too much modus operandi.

What she used was nothing but backwardness in the village.

There are no cameras in the streets because of backwardness, and there’s no evidence of when she left Lin’s house on the 26th.

Lin said there were too many users of his home’s computer, and the mailbox was always on the log-in and a silent e-mail was easy.

The sound in the tape is intermittent, covering up the second half of the sound.

It is logical that the conviction be accompanied by a confession from Lin.

It’s because she didn’t know how to fight because of the backwardness of her mind.

She used backwardness to counter back all of this.

If this had not happened, the evidence had been buried seven years ago, and what happened was up to Lin.

But when she threw away the radio and covered her tracks.

What happened, she’s the only one who matters.

After reading the book, I had a creepy feeling.

Seven years ago Lin did not teach the booksteller, and she was treated almost as her own. But at some point she went astray, and left her in distress for years.

Seven years later, she chose the same approach, with three to five visits, which was the right concern, which led Lin to believe that she truly respected her teacher.

But at the end of the day, there was a fatal blow.

It is clear that sin is inevitable.

I closed the book, and I was so relieved.

She’s telling me if I can’t find evidence by myself that Lin did violate her.

Then I’m not going to find proof that she perjured herself.

She just told me a story.

And I chose to make it a story forever.

End

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I think these papers are good.

Annely, give me two of my sweet words.

Long tail boyfriend.

“My sister died of bullying at school, and today I put on her uniform, with the same face as her. I’m sorry.

“What for?”

“To avenge. I’m sorry.

The whole family was asleep that night, and the dog from the family suddenly screamed crazy, and when I came to the living room, I smelled a bloody smell.

It’s so thick, it’s been a long time, and the dog screams at her sister’s door.

The sister was in her pajamas, covered in blood on her white sheets, her arms were white, blood was flowing, a drop was dropped, and the floor was wet.

Her eyes were closed and it was as if she were asleep. I thought it was an illusion, strangling herself, but that was still the picture.

I was in hell for a moment, screaming, “Chang Ye! I’m sorry.

But she didn’t respond.

The parents’ footsteps were ringing and the girl in the bed was still awake.

I don’t know.

Chiang Ye, my dear sister, she’s dead.

Die in the night before dawn.

Causes of death: suicide by slitting a wrist with an unknown wound.

It was the first time I felt the pain of losing someone I loved, even though I had a laugh at dinner last night, but at night she went to another world.

Silent, deadliest.

My mother cried so badly, my father died he wouldn’t let the coffin fold and he wouldn’t cremate.

The sister ‘ s body was placed in an ice coffin and stopped at home for 10 days.

I cried and looked at her white skin, blue and purple.

Then, in the false cry of the man who was watching her, she turned over her diary.

One page, one page, one word at a time.

And that which is written in the diary is like the bloodthirsty devil drinking the blood of victory, and exulting.

At the moment when my father finally agreed to cremation, to go to the burning flames, I thought I saw Chiang.

She smiled at me, and that smile was enough for me.

Just because we have the same blood on us.

I don’t know.

Mom and Dad agreed to let me go to school instead of Chiang Ye, let me finish her unfulfilled dreams, or they knew something.

Those secrets I found, Mom and Dad may not know.

They chose acquiescence, and perhaps we all need to do something for our sister.

She’s an artist. She goes to school in a city far from home.

I’m a sports student. I go to school in this city.

We have the same face in different schools.

Our fellow human beings, her name is Chiang Zhang, and my name is Chiang Zhi, and the wildfire before dawn.

I don’t know.

I put on the same stationery as her, dressed in her clothes, and went to her school under my parents’ leave.

Chiang Ye’s school is beautiful, holding her diary, and I’m moving on.

The wind is a little cold, and We remember the contents of the diary.

I don’t know.

Page 1:

March 27, Weather: clear, mood: bad

The rain wrote “I’m a bitch” on my desk and stuffed a lot of garbage in my desk.

When I took out my books, I put the sauce from the garbage on the books, and the math teacher showed me to stand behind and tell me I didn’t study well.

When the rain started, the teacher was just a little squeaky and quiet.

And she said to me, “You are such a loser, look at you! What a mess! I’m sorry.

I’m in a bad mood. I want to cry. I can’t stop crying.

There’s no point in justifying it. They just think it’s me.

March 28, Weather: clear, mood: bad

My uniform was changed to a boy and my back was poured in red.

I didn’t wash off a lunch break. I know it was Fong, but I didn’t dare say anything.

When I went to the bathroom, I saw my school uniform, in the corner of the toilet, and my name was on it.

But my name, it stinks.

I don’t know.

March 29, Weather: clear, mood: bad

I don’t know who wrote a love letter to the next class, and he came to our class to make a big mockery of me.

I can’t look in the mirror, I feel ugly, but I didn’t write that love letter.

I don’t know.

March 30, weather: clear, mood: bad

In basketball classes, the rain deliberately hit me on the head and hit my stomach.

She would also say, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it. I’m sorry.

That smile, it’s nice. It’s so sharp. It’s cruel.

I don’t know.

March 31, Weather: clear, mood: bad

I can’t find my comb, but I can’t borrow it. I can’t even get it down.

I want to cry, but I can’t cry.

I don’t know.

April 27th, Weather: Vagina, mood: bad

They said I stole, but I didn’t take it. Why did I do the bad thing?

Seems like anyone can plant it on me. Can I not be bullied?

Sister, protect me, God, protect me, protect me once, okay?

I don’t know.

May 1, weather: clear, mood: happy

I’m going home, out of this hell. I want to be happy so my family can feel good about me.

I’m home!

I don’t know.

June 5, weather: heavy rain, mood: bad

The rain ripped my clothes and took a picture to the sticker.

I’m not a bitch, I’m not…

But does anyone believe it?

I don’t know.

June 8, Weather: Rain, mood: bad

They finally deleted them, but I promised to cook, wipe tables, fetch water, run errands and do my homework every day.

Fortunately, at last, I was spared.

I don’t know.

June 30, Weather: clear, mood: bad

My grades have gone bad, and the class teacher has heard rumours that I’m in love, that I don’t study well, and he has given me some thought.

When will you become a better man?

I want a good sleep, not a wet blanket, but a clean cotton.

I don’t know.

July 9, Weather: clear, mood: …

Going home? I’m tired. I just want to take a break.

I don’t know.

9 August, Weather: clear, mood: …

Is school about to start?

I don’t want to…

I don’t know.

August 11th, Weather: clear, mood: …

I’m going to go to another world. I love Mom and Dad, I love my sister!

Bye, don’t miss me!

Sorry…

I don’t know.

A thick diary with a pile of white paper left behind.

I don’t know.

One.

When I was a kid, Chiang Ye and I had to sleep in a bed and no one wanted to be separated.

On the day of her birthday, Chiang Ye used her long savings to buy me a pair of brand-name shoes.

She knows that I love sugar vinegar ribs and everything I like.

I love her, too, just like Mom and Dad. She knows.

We’ll go to the playground to make her happy, and I’ll sing like a pig just to make her happy.

How disappointed or desperate is it that those who know that they love her will be sad and will leave without turning their backs.

I don’t know, but I can feel that despair, that despair, that despair.

Because we have the same blood on us.

I don’t know.

Prepare to ring the bell.

I was quiet when I walked into class. It’s probably because I’m a senior.

Chiang Ye said she was sitting in the second last row.

I looked far, and there were two empty slots in the last row, and Chiang was clean, and I went straight to that position and heard the students laugh.

A girl pointed at my nose and said, “You’re stupid, you forgot your seat? I’m sorry.

She’s also wearing makeup, she’s got no eyelids, and lipstick is cheap.

I opened the desk, and the name in it was Fou Fong, and I didn’t know it was the girl.

I looked at her, and I looked at her in the near future, and I didn’t see her tits until I got there.

Her name was Rain, Rain on the diary.

It seemed like I looked at her like this, and the rain stood up and pushed me. Go away, like a plague. I’m sorry.

“She was a plague! I’m sorry.

A girl answered, didn’t even look at me and kept looking in the mirror.

I smiled, I didn’t answer, and I went to that dirty place, full of garbage and paper, and there were scolded words on the table.

Her hands were shaking, her heart was invaded by anger, and her sister went through what she had done and what she had done…

I suddenly had a touch of her white arms and her absolute look that night.

Then I sat quietly, like Chiang Ye, but it was different.

I’m cold, I’m rational; I’m mean, I’m fierce.

At the bottom of the first page of her diary, I wrote:

“My sister died of bullying at school, and today I put on her uniform, with her face on. I’m sorry.

“Why did you come?”

“To avenge. I’m sorry.

My seat is like a public dump, and it’s always stuffed in garbage bags, greasy packaging, disgusting.

When he had returned from the toilet, the table had been filled with a variety of snack garbage bags, red oil flowing down from the top, without incident, permeating the books and odouring.

Can you drop it on me to reduce pollution and protect the environment?

I didn’t think so, standing before the podium.

As a child, Chiang Ye has loved to swallow her breath, and she will clean up the mess and swallow all of it, but I am not afraid.

Yes, I’m not afraid.

We are the children of ordinary people, and there is no power in the family, but I know that there is an impartial body that can help me. I come here to gather evidence.

And they were facing each other, and I was confused that I had not sat back today in tears, and cleaned up my seat.

They’re starting to panic, I’m still not moving.

Fou Fong stood up and filmed the table and hooved, “Chang Ye, go back to your seat.” It’s almost class. The teacher’s coming. I’m sorry.

The students are laughing, and the rain and the sun are grotesque.

“They’re very expensive. They despise us from outside! I don’t care if I talk to you. I’m sorry.

She seemed completely unaware of the harm caused by that sentence, having had a slight sip of water and having a twirling and smiling face with others.

Word after word, like a knife, piercs a man’s heart and drains blood.

I was standing at the podium when the math teacher walked in, and she put down her textbook and turned around and asked me, “Why don’t you go back to your seat?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t know who put a mess in my seat. I looked at her and I looked straight at her.

I want to feel everything, to feel Chiang’s despair, to feel her tears when she is helpless.

I, Mom and Dad, tried so hard to teach her to love the world, but you killed her courage to live without regret.

Mathematics teachers pushed their glasses, and the contempt in their eyes crossed, whispering, “Go back to your seat and wait until class.” I’m sorry.

And to me, or to Chiang, she has only these words, as if they were evil-doers, they should be forgiven.

“Sir, I can’t sit down. * With my lips ticking, I spit a few words *

It’s a few words that are light, and it’s never been brave enough for Chiang.

I’m a lot taller than Chiang Ye, and I have to be a little more loud.

Why didn’t anyone find something?

Maybe it’s because it’s too crowded, and everything about Chiang, in the eyes of others, becomes irrelevant.

Fortunately, it’s a private school, a small family, like ours, whose family history is never noticed, otherwise Chiang Ye will have a twin sister and no one will know.

Then I’ll play her, it’ll be harder.

But you see, now I don’t even have to try to imitate her because no one will notice her.

Mathematics teacher looked at me in the face. For the first time, she wanted to walk over to Chiang Ye’s seat.

In the penultimate row, the seat that is the easiest to ignore, the seat of the girl who has been burying her head, and when unnatural emotions breed, only the eyes are the most sincere.

She was just going to walk over and stand up in the rain, and she said, “Teacher, the captain sent her back to her seat. That’s how she was acting like we wouldn’t let her back in the seat. Chiang Ye, get back to your seat! We’re all waiting for class! I’m sorry.

Just a few short words, all this is a joke between students, and it seems like a naughty tone can solve all this nonsense.

When I heard that, the math teacher smiled and gave everything to the pupils, and the tone began to be harsh:

“Chang Ye, this is a critical moment. Can you put your mind to your studies and get back to your seat? I’m sorry.

“Teacher, I can’t sit in my seat; please, teacher, can you step back? I’m sorry.

I asked her to see my seat and see how bad it was.

And the voice of prayer is as if it were an order, and I was squealing in my heart that I could go back a few steps, but only a few steps, and you could see how hard people in the gutter are living.

When did class become a serious class division?

The students in the front row should rightly enjoy the glory of the role model, and the superior pupils’ demeanor turns the despair imposed on others into joy.

And the people in the gutter, as if they were in a water cell, watched the formula to save themselves from the blackboard and lost their lives in the joy of others.

“Sensei, take a few more steps, okay?” I begged her again.

Why, why don’t you take a few more steps and let my sister suffer?

Why, why are you a student’s light and not on my sister?

She was shaken by the eyes, and the eyes were empty and the light was steadfast.

The eyes of the rain became tense, one step at a time, as if it were a door to hell.

There were so many students in the long classroom, she looked at them one by one and she felt strange.

It stinks, it smells like it’s gonna throw up…

Those garbage bags were buried in front of front-row students’ high-rised skulls and in laughter.

Perhaps she will never find out that, as long as I continue to put up with it and continue to take out books and learn good water, everything will be buried in time as my sister and in the yellow earth.

The funny little sister, the one who remembers everything I love, the one who says, “I’ll be the first to hug my sister when I get the champion.”

It’s all about happiness, isn’t it?

What about us?

Infinite pain and darkness, tearing heartaches like claws…

I don’t want to cry, but I want my sister.

The front row students blocked her seat and the back row was the blind zone of the camera, where no one cared about a girl who could not see the sun in a gutter in a school where everything looked good.

Long can’t hide his tremor heart without reading.

“Who did this? “The math teacher finally stopped.

She choked, swallowed, asked.

The class suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of the stool pushing.

No one admitted that they were accomplices.

And she goes, “Who did this? I’m sorry.

It’s just the beginning.

In the rain, his hands were raised in a tremor, and he apologized:

“Sensei, I accidentally left the garbage bag there. I told Chiang Ye to take it for me! I’m sorry.

She’s hurried to hint at me, threatening.

We said, “I don’t remember when you told me this. I’m sorry.

“You fill my desk with garbage, my textbooks are dirty, and my desk is filled with disgusting words. You did all this without my permission. I’m sorry.

“I didn’t make a joke like that with them, and I never said, “Let them put the trash in my place.” I’m sorry.

The sound of throwing, like stone, was accusing them of what they did, but that was not enough.

The math teacher put up with it and became a human being.

“I’ll tell your teacher, Chiang Ye follow me to the office. I’m sorry.

She went back to the front row with her book.

She threw the book on the floor.

I looked at her in a provocative manner, laughing and smiling.

I went to the rain and I whispered:

“Who told you that there would be no punishment for doing such a thing? There are causes and consequences in the world, and all things are recycled, and the world is recycled countless times, and it is always saying one thing: If you do evil, you will end up in the end. I’m sorry.

“The rain, your karma, is coming. I’m sorry.

Out of class, I pressed the taped pen pause.

The photo on the phone was sent to Mr. Kim, who answered, “Go on. I’m sorry.

The father of the rain was the richest man in the area and was well known, and no one in the school dared to mess with her.

I don’t know how many good people there are, but I know that when I’m desperate, it’s the quietest law firm in the streets, and it opens the door to me.

He said, “I will help you.” I’m sorry.

It was only a small step, and the headmaster gave a harsh warning to the rain, and some others.

Soon, despite the efforts of those who tried to put pressure on it, the rain came from his father ‘ s money and from bullying his classmates at school.

As if one of the students in the class had understood the gravity of the matter at night, they thought that it was only occasionally that they threw garbage at the wind, and occasionally that they had spelled words on the table of their classmates, which was so evil.

And suddenly, the name of the rain was sore, and there was no more garbage in my seat.

Chiang Ye, did you see that?

Patience only increases the arrogance of those who bully you.

You think I just told the teacher?

No one can think of such a simple operation, but no one can protect you from it. To put an end to such evil, the perpetrators must be punished as they deserve.

I look forward to a response from the rain and to their hand to tear their mask.

I can’t wait to gather evidence, I can’t wait to give them a taste of what they’ve lost.

I don’t know.

Two.

Children in the dark corner have the right to look at the sky and the right to embrace the sun.

My dear sister, rest in peace.

Quiet has a magic that makes one feel that a moment is eternal.

When I come here, I’ll always face bullying and rarely sleep with peace.

The rain was harshly criticized, and the wind in the class was finally quieter, and no one was ever more daring to bully and humiliate me.

I don’t know.

Mathematicians always go back in class, one step, two steps, slowly spilling light into the gutter.

But I know this is not the end, and this quiet time is two days longer than I thought.

Time has passed and everyone has slowly forgotten everything.

I don’t have any garbage in my seat, but I’m moving more and more in the dark.

Just after gym class, I found it obvious that the desk had been flipped, too obvious, so I suspected that these people would not be able to do anything to clear the tracks.

Or, that’s what they did.

And if I sit back to my seat, and the zipper is pulled open, they’re waiting for me to show up, and the show begins, and I’m the lead.

And it rained upon the earth, and the book was scattered with it, and she kept saying, “Where is my purse and where is my purse?” I’m sorry.

Others joined in, and were careful to comfort, “Is it somewhere else, or is it in the bedroom? I’m sorry.

She shakes her head and must have been deliberately stolen.

“That must be someone you don’t know, or who steals your wallet!” I’m sorry.

I’ll be back in a minute.

All the people started encouraging and encouraging a play, they were visitors and I was the lead.

They began to humiliate me indefinitely, and someone threw a pen at my head and cut my cheek with a pen, and nobody dared to stop it.

When the rain came to me, she told me with pride: “Chang Ye, you deliberately stole my wallet!

“Don’t argue, you did it on purpose, you think it was me who bullied you, so you only remember me. I’m sorry.

“You’re really disgusting! Who do you despise?

One sentence, as if I had done, if it hadn’t been for my own protection, maybe I thought I had stolen her wallet.

The people who watched the show looked forward to what I had to do and even started to get up and yelled at the schoolmaster.

And the rain pulled me up, and the light was shining in the eyes of the contemptible; it was the light of the prey, and it was very sharp.

“Chang Ye, why are you dragging? You’ve come from outside the country and you dare to tell your teacher?

“Do you think I can spare you by suing the teacher? I tell you, I’m angry. I’m a good girl. I’m a good student. It’s you, ruining my image. I’m sorry.

“I have done nothing wrong. It’s you who is wrong! I’m sorry.

Like death or death?

I don’t know what’s going to happen to Chiang’s glass heart, but maybe still in the corner.

It’s raining on my collar, like an animal in the forest, roaring, nothing wrong.

I pushed her, and I said to her, “Remember what you are now.” I’m sorry.

She still tried to hold me, and I left my seat, went to the middle, looked at the camera.

The lions are always fighting animals, and the more they talk, the more they get.

It was raining and swearing, and it kicked my stomach.

Fou Fong shot the table, said it was a good fight, and the surroundings started to get up and applaud the table.

It’s like this is Spain’s bullfight. I’m the failed cow.

But I smiled, and the rain punched me in the face, and I hit me again.

And the mouth of my mouth was bleeding, and I opened my mouth and laughed at her: “If you smile, I fear you will not laugh.” I’m sorry.

She was so mad, she even got mad.

Perhaps she felt that obedience and patience were what I was, so she was particularly angry when I was arrogant.

“You’re a thief, my wallet must be on you! Search! I’m sorry.

“Fu Fong, search her! I’m sorry.

“Shit! Bitch, dog, give your face! I’m sorry.

I looked at the camera, as if I could see Chiang Ye in the fire, and she smiled at me and went far away.

They pushed me down to the ground, and the boys whistled with excitement, and a part of the rain, like a mad beast, ripped off my clothes, floor by floor, and the school uniform was ripped apart.

“Chang Ye, tell the teacher that the garbage in your seat is your own, and then you go to the toilet and eat shit. I’m sorry.

There’s a big laugh in the classroom, and it’s better to watch a popular passerby.

I can see an ugly line of rain, like a bug, and it’s disgusting.

My clothes were taken off to a white shirt, and the time passed for a second, and she stepped on my face, and she stepped hard.

And suddenly Fouang said, “It’s time for rain. The math teacher again!”

How can this end when it’s not easy?

I grabbed her shirt and ripped it out. She slapped me like a bloodthirsty demon.

“You dare to fight back? I’m sorry.

Bitch! I’m sorry.

Finally, anger will push a man into the abyss and devour all reason.

When the math teacher came in with the book, the rain was tearing my clothes crazy, and everyone was back in their seats, and she was saying:

“Chang Ye, you bitch, you dare to hit me! I’m sorry.

“Silent bitch! I’m sorry.

My hand was strangled and she looked up and saw a serious math teacher.

I don’t know.

Finally… hold on.

I’ll take a breath. Maybe I’ll take a breath.

Stop the rain!

I can’t believe I felt sorry for her when the math teacher pulled off the rain and watched it go away.

It’s been too long. Maybe you’ve forgotten what you look like.

Time is as static as the noises, cheers, all gone and drowned in the voice of the math teacher.

She lifted me up and kept asking, “How could this be?” What are you doing?”

“What do you want to do? I’m sorry.

“How is… is that so? I’m sorry.

Why… is that so?

My sister, she was trapped in a dark corner, in the blind zone of the camera, humiliated, stripped, slaughtered like a prey.

Why is that?

I just show you everything in these dark corners.

She had a breakdown, and the girl who had been a good student in her eyes would do it.

Throwling at the throat with disappointment: “Are you still a student?”

There was no turning back, as if people had seen their darkest side, and she explained with fear:

That’s not it, that’s not it! I’m sorry.

Funny?

I’m laughing at my mouth, and the blood drops slowly.

“You said I stole your wallet. I’m sorry.

“But it’s your wallet, it’s on you. I’m sorry.

“The rain, when I pulled your clothes, I touched it. I’m sorry.

The eyes of all the people began to turn around, and I laughed and shook my head, and in the tear, I sent her purse back in my bag.

Exciting?

Pretty exciting.

I don’t know.

She unbelievably took her wallet out of her arms and threw it away like a hot potato.

This is her last evidence, last straw.

It is also an opportunity for final explanation.

What happened here…

“You! Chiang Ye, you set me up!”

She screams like a mad dog and she screams.

Chiang Ye! It’s you!

“You bitch! You did it on purpose! I’m sorry.

“I’ll tear you up!”

Mathematics teacher finally put up with it. I’m sorry.

“The rain, you’ve had enough!”

“You know what? Bullying is illegal! I’m sorry.

“Come with me to the office! I’m sorry.

I’m not going, I’m not going, I’m not going! I’m sorry.

“The teacher will call my father, I won’t! I’m sorry.

The math teacher groaned, went straight to the office, called me and went to the infirmary later.

She went out and I laughed.

Smiling, cold.

“I said, “You will be recompensed for a rain.” I’m sorry.

“Your punishment, coming.” I’m sorry.

Laughing three times, I walked out the door and watched her panic.

I finally got the evidence and went to the infirmary while sneaking into the office and copying the camera.

He made a phone call with me when he was given to Kim.

I’ve been standing in the wind for a long time, blowing a cold wind, as if I could wake up.

He said, “It must hurt.” I’m sorry.

It hurts.

It hurts.

Sister, you must have hurt.

I’m sorry, Chiang Ye.

I don’t know.

The headmaster called the parents and the rain came home.

Fong, go home.

They went home to reflect, and I went home to heal.

With the note, I went to Kim’s law firm.

And my sister’s autopsy report.

I don’t know.

The next day.

I was thinking about the rain and I received my first court summons.

The video I was beaten was posted on the Internet, causing a sudden shock.

Everything about the rain has been taken out, luxury private life and bad manners.

Journalists interview my parents, interview me.

Those videos are in the name of Chiang Ye.

And I’m just her sister.

The greatest invention of the 21st century is the Internet.

Her father was also taken out.

The father of the rain was detained and examined by the judiciary on suspicion of corruption.

Chiang Ye, it’s dawn.

I don’t know.

I spent a long time at Kim’s law firm, raised my wounds, and I worked on my body.

The rain and Fouong came. They brought five or six people and blocked me.

“Chang Ye, you’re such a bitch. I underestimated you! I’m sorry.

“Look, I won’t beat you up today! I’m sorry.

She pushed me so arrogantly she didn’t realize there was a murder.

“I’m not Chiang Ye, I’m Chiang Li. “Clapping hands, I’ll take my shirt off.

Kim automatically turned off the camera, and we had revenge and revenge.

Step by step, I looked at her like a demon.

Raise your hand, slap it hard, press the head of the rain on the wall, Fong wants to stop it, and I kick it to the ground.

“Tore your clothes, toss your ink, to frame you, to humiliate you, to defile you, everything you did, right? I’m sorry.

“Who are you, who are you?”

“Who am I?” At this moment, I’m a little laughing.

“Don’t you always argue? I’m sorry.

“You killed my sister. I’m Chiang Li, her sister. I’m sorry.

“I’m Chiang Li, my sister Jiang Ye has been killed by you. I’m sorry.

Smash her head, my anger, my tears, my home, my sister…

Drowning in her constant apology…

Sorry, yeah, you’re sorry about her.

I did a heavy job, but I didn’t mean it.

I’m sorry. Keep it in jail!

I don’t know.

The settlement was unsuccessful and had a bad impact, and the rain and Fong were sentenced to imprisonment.

The father of the rain was also detained.

I don’t know.

Chiang Ye, it’s dawn, I’ll take you home.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.