What’s the story of revenge? – What?
What’s the story of revenge? – What?
“My sister died of school bullying, 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.
At last…
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 that so?” I’m sorry.
What is this?
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.
