If I still had a little humble thought in my heart before, I felt that even if there was a little possibility, even a little bit, did I misunderstand, did Chen Mo have any difficulties. But a day passed, two days passed, after three days passed, after Chen Mo did not contact me, this humble thought was forced to terminate, my only love in more than 20 years began in a not very bright way, and it was about to end in a farce.

However, there are countless examples in history that tell us that bad luck in bad times cannot end with just one or two events.

A few days after that, a post popped up on the school forum, a long one, and it looked a bit strenuous. The general meaning is just that: I, Zhen Rou, used unsightly means to intervene in the relationship between the legendary student Chen Mo and my childhood sweetheart Xiao Lin, and broke up a love that had been in place for many years. The heroine Xiao Lin couldn't stand the emotional injury, and threw herself into the artificial lake not far from the school at night when the wind was high for a month, and was rescued by a passing hero. Even the photos of me being hit by his ball and him sending me back to my dorm were attached to show how scheming and unscrupulous I was.

The post was also accompanied by a picture, Xiao Lin was on a drip in the hospital, and Chen Mo was sitting on the edge of the bed. There was a sense of exhaustion and weakness in the back, although Xiao Lin on the bed was pale, her eyes were staring at Chen Mo tenderly, this picture of concubine stinged my eyes, and the pain flowed down the blood to the heart to the limbs, and there was not a single cell in the body that did not hurt.

After the pain, a wave of sadness and unwillingness welled up in my heart. It turns out that you have been by her side for the past few days, and it turns out that these days, this year, I am a joke. If you care so much about her, why did you provoke me in the first place, and if you did, why couldn't you make it clear in person? Now that I know that your news is actually through other people's mouths, I really respond to the lyrics: I am so wronged, even the breakup is the last to get the news. Hehe, in my life, there are really a lot of jokes.

It's just that the plot in front of this is quite a bit of a discipline, but the incident of throwing into the lake behind this is really a little unexpected for me, I saw that they both spent a good night together, and where to start with this lake.

This wave of unsettled waves rose again and again, and before I could catch my breath in everyone's spit, I picked up my family background again on the forum.

said that my mother became the junior of my father and another woman, and found a way to separate my father and lover and gave birth to me. But my father has never forgotten his previous lover, and after marrying my mother, he has been depressed in regret, unwilling to give a sincere heart to his wife, and finally his wife jumped off the building and committed suicide and fell into a lifelong disability, and my father finally made an appointment with his original lover to die and so on.

And then it means that I can seduce people in my bones, and I have the true biography of "fox spirit". This really stepped on my bottom line, things started because of it, no matter how I was arranged, I just endured it, but I couldn't bear to involve my mother inexplicably.

My mother was just a victim, she really loved my father when she married him, and she didn't know much about his previous relationship experience, she threw herself into the love of this man with expectations, but in the end she suffered for the love of others for the rest of her life. In the first half of her life, she was trapped by love, and in the second half of her life, her soul and body could not die well.

In this bloody plot, no matter how you look at it, she is not a villain who destroys the happiness of others. I want to argue fiercely, not for me, but for my mother. But after thinking about it, since someone thinks of attacking me with these past events, if I say something, I may fall into the handle again, and I don't know if there are any more excessive rumors that will follow.

There is a saying: Misfortune is not a single line. The ancestor was really wise when he coined this word, and it is also very appropriate to use it on me now, and it is impossible for things to end simply here.

Within two days, someone posted a photo of me walking down from the luxury car at the school gate late at night, saying that I often don't go home outside at night, but in fact, I am not a part-time job, but I am supported Yunyun, even if I can get a scholarship every year, it is only because it is because the rich outside the school have bribed the relevant personnel in the department to leak the exam questions to me and so on.

This fact is that I am amazed, that day was just because the store was too busy, I left a little late, missed the last train but had to rush back to the exam the next day, the boss Su Ye drove me back, not only myself that day, but another girl from the school next door was also in the car.

But the public just likes this kind of gossip, and will deliberately ignore the real part. They just want to see you make a fool of yourself, especially a person who once made them extremely jealous, how could they let go of these opportunities to frame me. I once appeared next to Chen Mo as the heroine, which was enough to make jealous girls become keen to expand the scandal about me.

This intense anecdote and scandal completely disrupted my school life. Books borrowed from the library would be splashed with ink for some reason, and I would be fined a sum of money when I returned them; when I went to the cafeteria to buy food, someone would always accidentally splash the rice residue on my body; the bicycle parked downstairs would suddenly have its tires punctured; when I went to the toilet, the door would be suddenly locked outside; when I was studying for self-study, someone deliberately pointed at me and scolded Huai, and so on.

College students are the most innocent and the most easily instigated, as long as there is something that seems to be the truth, they start to fight angrily, and it is easier for people to be angry than to find the truth. I tried to convince myself to pretend I couldn't hear the gossip and cynicism, but sometimes I really felt a little unbearable. No matter how determined I tried to be strong, I was still in my early twenties.

The hardest thing is not that I have to deal with this overwhelming white eyes and curses, but that I am actually worried that Chen Mo will hear these rumors, and I don't know what he will think of me after the rumors enter my ears. It can be seen that once emotional, people will be humbled.

But my worries are actually unnecessary, since that night, Chen Mo has not contacted me, and it is said that he has not returned to school. My roommates were only sneering at first, and then the little girls who attacked me splashed water on their clothes and put them in the thermos downstairs to put them in the little bugs, and they finally gave me an eviction order. I can understand them, after all, they are indeed innocent, and if you get close to me, you will inevitably be hurt by mistake.

Even though I kept reassuring myself that everything would pass, it was still a bit difficult for me when it really came, and I only felt a little relaxed for a moment when I went to feed meow.

On the seventh day after that night, when the door of the warehouse was opened in a state of confusion, the always enthusiastic Meowth did not pounce on it, and called around the house without seeing it. Meow Meow thought she was sneaking out to play, and she was holding the rice balls packed from the store and wanted to come out and find them by the light.

The scene after that, even after many years, is still imprinted in my mind like a knife. Meowth can't respond to me, not because it's playful, but because she'll never be able to respond to me again. Under the moonlight, the little life that should be coquettish and cute was lying in the messy grass, the hairs on the corners of the mouth, stomach, and paws were dried up and bloodstained together, and the eyes with dilated pupils reflected boundless fear and despair, and the bloody sticks were lying messily aside. The killer seemed to hit me in that pain, and the blood in my whole body was cold, and I was frozen there motionless.

"Death without blinking eyes", all I can think of is this one word, those eyes, with resentment, helplessness and reluctance, hollow, gray, dull and unwilling.

Meow, who would jump from my lap to Chen Mo's shoulder when we were happy, and gently licked the tears from my hands when I was unhappy, lay there like this, with fear and reluctance.

My throat seems to be blocked by something, and I want to make a sound but I can't make any movement, and gradually, my eyes looking at Meow Meow seem to be fascinated by a thick fog, and I rub it desperately, but I can't see clearly.

Because someone doesn't like me, so they killed it, and when these sticks fell on Meow Meow, it would never have thought that humans would be so cruel, and it should have wanted me to save it, and when it didn't wait for me at the last moment, Meow, do you blame me?

The depression in his throat was finally washed away by an unwilling cry, and he cried out loud, and in the quiet night, the cry echoed, and it was terrible.

I've never cried like this since my father died. The emotions in the chest turned into water vapor and choked and kept pouring out, and there was as much resentment and unwillingness in the chest as there were crying and tears.

After crying for a long time, tired of crying, lying next to Meow, looking at the direction of its last round eyes, in the last eye, what scene did it see: is it the cruel grin of a human or the stick that is about to fall on its body?

Closing his eyes, he imagined the last scene of his life, as if countless sticks had been struck on him, and every joint seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.

For a long time, I moved my stiff body and held it in my arms, trying to warm its already stiff body. But no matter how much I touched, the meow under me no longer had a fresh breath, and I had never hated it like this, nor had I ever imagined that human beings could be so cruel.

I have let it die so undignified, and I can't let it rot without dignity. Meow Meow's little house has tools to dig the soil, but I don't want to take it, so I dig into the dirt with my hands, as if every time I dig deeper, my guilt about it can be lightened.

The dirt under his hands was hard, and it was very hard to dig, and I don't know how long it took, until my fingers were too stiff to move, I could barely dig a hole about the same size.

Bury Meow Meow and the mobile phone that Chen Mo gave me together, and then reset the soil one by one. After the last handful of soil was laid, I felt the pain of drilling my heart in all ten fingers. The mist in my eyes gathered again, meow, you don't know how many times it hurt me at that time.

I want to avenge you, I want everyone who hurt you to die, but I don't even know who did it, meow, forgive me. In the next life, you will be reincarnated into a good family and be a strong person.