Everyone has a story to tell. www.biquge.info Some people like to tell stories to others, some people only like to tell stories to special people, and some people choose to hide stories deep in their hearts and accompany them for a lifetime. These are all choices in your own life......

I've always been one of those people who keep stories deep in their hearts and don't want others to know them. Later, I realized that I was so tired of living. There are more and more stories, and my heart is full of stories, and I can't feel the sunshine of life. So, I started to be a different person.

I began to choose to tell the story to my family and to my close friends. When the story is withdrawn from the bottom of my heart little by little, the sunshine of life slowly increases meter by meter. But then I found out that even my family and close friends will have times when they don't understand my story, because they also have their story. Therefore, the sunshine of life is sometimes accompanied by a sun rain, which wets the bottom of my heart that has been dry for a long time. So, I became a different kind of person.

I began to choose to tell all the stories in my heart, just like now. I read a famous quote on Weibo: "People who really have stories can't tell the stories in their hearts." Because those stories have really entered the heart. "So, I can only leave real stories in my heart, and some superficial stories should go out of my heart to breathe air. It doesn't matter if anyone understands these stories or not, I just want to empty my heart and feel the beautiful sunshine back. After all, the story pressed on my heart felt as uncomfortable as Sun Wukong being pressed under Wuzhi Mountain for 500 years. So, I became that kind of person.

The sophomore year of high school can also be regarded as fast, fast and fast, and there are also profound fragments.

There are a lot of placements, and it's a real headache! In the already narrow classroom, 60 people move desks and move around in a messy way. That scene can be described in just two words: annoying, chaotic, and hoohoo......

This time, I sat at the last of the back door. At the same table, he is a very rebellious, others think he is very bad, and he likes to fight and scold people. After all, I've heard that he's very skewering! and I'm so weak! I'm like a silent lamb in front of him. However, his hungry wolf doesn't bite me very much.

Ba Po was still sitting in front of my seat. Goblin!

Sitting in this seat, the most tangled thing is to look, or not to look. What do you mean?

Because there is a girl in the next door group who often looks at me. The girl's surname is high, and her figure also tends to be at the level of a mature woman.

Whether it's in class or between classes, I always feel like someone is watching me. When I looked over, someone was looking at me. But who is she looking at? Is she looking at Datou Zhi? But Datou Zhi has a girlfriend! There is only one door next to me, what is there to see about the door? Teach her in and out of class, her eyes wandering. Is she looking at me? Wowhaha, I'm sorry, the narcissism that thinks too much starts to go crazy at that point......

Every time she came to see it, I would pretend to read it very seriously, and I felt that I was so handsome!

It wasn't until I looked at her, and she looked away from me, that I realized that she was really looking at the door next to me.

Phew, with a narcissistic heart, looking at the scenery in the corridor, I still think - I'm so handsome!

Wowhaha!

In the three years of high school, I seemed to have a big problem every year. The first year of high school is a cracked bone, and the second year of high school is that a piece of meat is missing from the finger snail, and the third year of high school is to write about it......

Maybe God is going to punish me, because Gan and I have a cold war again, it seems to be an annual cold war. And the initiator of the Cold War, excuse me, again. Do you think I'm really bad? Hey, it really hurts her heart to say, every time I provoke a cold war, she says "I'm sorry" to me every time. It seems that the Cold War started because of her. Phew, she's right, it's me who is wrong......

I remember that day I was going to take a computer class, and I felt so happy! Because I could play the King of Fighters game! I thought that when I went to high school, I would be able to learn to type with the keyboard of the computer, but who knows, I only remember the position of the keys that played the King of Fighters. Alas!

After class, in order to grab a good computer to play in the computer classroom, I rushed desperately! The so-called good computer is a computer that can be used normally. Because there are strange situations in the computer classroom, many computers have gone on strike, so there are often people who don't have computers to play. You say, for the sake of the King of Fighters, can I not run?

Well, I was running fast after class! Because the computer classroom seemed to be on the fourth floor of the building next door, it was a lot of effort! I ran to the corner of the stairs on the fourth floor, where there was an open rusty iron door, and I grabbed it and jerked myself to speed up. Run, run, run, yes! I finally found a good computer! There weren't many people in the computer classroom at the time, and I couldn't help but have fun.

However, when I tried to press the computer keyboard, I felt the fingers of my right hand sticky, and I looked at it, Nani?!

I wondered if I had been cut when I had just grabbed the rusty iron door, so I hurried to the toilet and flushed it with water, hoping to clean the blood so that I could treat the wound.

However, the moment of horror is just beginning to play out!

I turned on the faucet and put my injured middle finger, which seemed to be bleeding profusely, into the stream of water to wash it. But when the water rushed to the nail of my injured finger, I saw a dented socket. Moreover, the more water is flushed, the more blood flows. Look at the water on the ground, it's all red! It's like a horror movie!

I looked with my eyes in fear as I got closer to the injured finger, and I could see that there was a thing jumping, and with each jump, the blood spilled out. I don't know if it's the blood vessels of the fingers, or what, no way, biology hasn't been learned well.

It seems that the iron gate has cut off a piece of the flesh of my finger! I'm so scared! I don't know if I need to have surgery, I'm afraid!

I quickly asked the computer teacher for leave, and my left hand grabbed my right hand, no matter what, the bleeding just couldn't stop! Friend, the "little red flowers" that bloomed on the ground were not flowers, but the blood of my tears.

In the hallway, on the steps of the stairs, there are my beautiful blood kisses. The blood that has been shed is enough for me to donate hundreds of milliliters of blood, what a waste!

I hurriedly asked my homeroom teacher, Mr. Qiang Qiang, for leave. It just so happened that Boss Zhong was still in the classroom. Boss Zhong is a boy who is in Dacheng with me, and this title is given by someone else.

Teacher Qiang Qiang asked Boss Zhong to accompany me to see the school doctor. Having someone to accompany me is different, I have changed from running with enthusiasm to limping and dying.

At that time, Gan was in physical education class. I can't let her see it, I can't! But how can I hide? Phew, so I don't hide. The injuries were pretended to be severe, so that they could find an excuse for not seeing her.

I found the school doctor and washed the wound, but it didn't work. The school doctor said that a simple cloth could no longer stop my blood from opening up. Well, let's move to the small clinic at the school gate!

Again, it means that there is nothing you can do! Unless, go to a big hospital!

At that time, the closest hospital to the school was Xinyi Hospital. I think back then, when I was in the fourth grade, I saw a doctor here for a long time, and I took a lot of medicine, but I couldn't eat well. Moreover, the money is still flowing into it. Finally, I took a look at a small clinic in a small town, took two packets of medicine, and that's it. Since then, I have no good impression of this hospital, but I have no choice but to go in when necessary!

Thanks to Boss Zhong's company all the way, I arrived at the hospital and had to do a minor operation - stitches.

When I first got there, an old nurse who was dozens of years old helped me wash my wounds. She actually said: "There is no flesh on my fingers, there is no way to stitch, I can only use some tobacco to stop the bleeding and bandage!"

I was almost desperate to think, "Oh, my fingers, can't I be saved?" Oh my God!

After that, the chief physician came to see and confirmed that stitches were needed!

The old nurse also asked, "Do you want to sew this too?"

The chief physician affirmed, "You have to sew! How can you do it without sewing?"

I thought, how many people's health can be harmed by such a garbage nurse?!

Finally, it was time for stitches! Boss Zhong was waiting outside, so I could only cheer myself up! Because it was my first time to have surgery, and I had no family around me, I was so lonely! What was even more terrible was that there was no anesthetic!

I felt pain when I saw the thread run through the flesh of my fingers, and I didn't feel much pain from the time I found out about the injury until I was in the hospital.

What made me even more painful was that after the needle and thread passed through my flesh, the flesh rotted and had to go through the flesh that was not rotten again! The pain made me grit my teeth desperately! Tears clearly slipped down! I didn't shout! I was strong!

However, what is even more perverted is that the skin and flesh are rotten again!

So, the chief physician decided to thread the needle and thread to the better flesh and skin, and the pain was really heartbreaking!

I don't know how long it hurts! When I finally sew it up, I only have half a life left......

Pain to pain, it's the first time I've seen myself so strong! I'm still a little happy......

After that, it's time to recuperate.

It hurts, and it proves that I'm still alive......

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