After Liu Xiu'e's birthday, Zhao Meimei officially devoted herself to the busy preparation for the city's joint entrance examination. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hao bandits have red eyes and hair rolls every day, and when they are busy with answers, topics, and busyness, they still don't forget to go to the edge of Yu Zhao's table, and his ears mention the order: "Do the questions quickly, I'll be the first to check you in a while." ”

No matter how casual he is, there is always a foundation for learning before, and he will catch up with his strength, since the last time he used a knife to cut himself to play, the whole class looked at him with the same eyes as a neuropathy, and a few timid walked past him, always cautious, for fear that he would take out a knife with a convulsion, this time he didn't cut himself to play, but instead stabbed others to watch fun.

In an environment where everyone is in danger, only Zhao Meimei, who has no heart and lungs, will still take all kinds of snacks fed by Yu Zhaotou and eat them by herself, sometimes distribute them to Xu Xu and Wang Jiayue, and from time to time she will take her big wallet to the supermarket to sweep a circle of snacks.

Yu Zhao followed Zhao Meimei's side, looking sideways at her fairly attractive face, sometimes she couldn't help asking: "I said, Zhao Meimei, do you plan to go out of the wall?" ”

Zhao Meimei immediately raised her eyebrows and said coldly: "Fart, who am I running to out of the wall?" ”

Yu Zhao stretched out his hand and pointed at himself.

Zhao Meimei immediately scoffed, and did not hesitate to take the words back: "Pull it down, I'm not sick." ”

Yu Zhao snorted coldly: "If you are good with me, you are sick?" ”

Zhao Meimei sprayed him: "You're not sick, you cut yourself with a knife to play, can a normal person do this?" ”

Yu Zhao rarely showed his displeasure in front of Zhao Meimei: "Why is it abnormal?" It's not to cut the veins, it's sick to cut yourself with a knife? I didn't cut anyone else! ”

Zhao Meimei reprimanded him: "I'm not sick yet!" Who else in this world would find it fun to cut themselves with a knife but you? But if you can name someone, I will admit that you are not sick. Don't talk about it far away, just our class, from Hao bandits, to our classmates, who doesn't look at you like a psychopath now? Do you think it's cool to do this, let me tell you, it's not cool at all, it's called sick! And it has to be the kind that is not lightly ill! I...... ”

Yu Zhao looked irritable and collapsed, and was poked into the deepest suppressed secret in his heart by Zhao Meimei's unintentional words, he suddenly turned around and kicked the wall, and roared roughly: "What does your special mother know。。。。。。 Who said it was called being sick! It's not a disease at all! ”

Zhao Meimei was stunned by his sudden outburst, and wondered, "What is it that is not a disease?" ”

His face sank suddenly, and some kind of unspeakable anger exploded with a tsunami, just like a believer saw someone splashing sewage on the statue, he glared at Zhao Meimei fiercely, and his chest rose and fell: "This is not a disease at all!" She just wants to seek stimulation, watching the moment when the blade cuts through the skin and cuts off the blood vessels, it is really exciting, this is just a need for spiritual refreshment, this is not a disease! What do you know? Why do you say it's a disease? ”

Zhao Meimei glared at Zhao Zhao in surprise: "This is not called a disease?" If you cut an artery, it will be suicide! ”

The word suicide directly aroused the gloom that had been suppressed for a long time from the inside out, and he blurted out almost without thinking about it: "What is it called suicide!" My sister wouldn't kill herself at all, so why do you say she has depression and wants to kill herself just because she is rebellious and plays blood! ”

Yu Zhao grabbed Zhao Meimei's collar, Zhao Meimei was dragged forward by him, and before she could stand firmly, she was slammed against the wall, and her back hit the hard wall, which made her gasp.

Yu Zhao roared indignantly: "She is beautiful and has been in love a few times, you say that she is mentally empty and wants to seek stimulation, and that she is sick!" said that she wanted to seek death anytime and anywhere! Fart! the and fart! You're killing yourself! Your whole family is killing yourself! ”

Zhao Meimei looked at a daze with information overload, and even forgot the pain in her back, I don't know how long it took, Zhao Meimei slowly came back to her senses and muttered, "You mean Sister Xin has depression?" When was this? How is that possible? Isn't that? When I saw her before, wasn't she so good? When did she play with blood? Yu Zhao, you, are you telling the truth? ”

Yu Zhao froze suddenly, the blood on his face faded, pale like a painted skin, his lips trembled slightly, his mouth was half open, and his hands that grabbed Zhao Meimei suddenly fell out of strength, hanging down dejectedly, hanging down on both sides of his body.

Zhao Meimei looked at Yu Zhao, and thin goosebumps jumped up on her neck: "So you cut yourself with a knife, just to prove that this is not a disease at all, right?" ”

Yu Zhao didn't speak, he seemed to be out of strength, bent down, elbows on his knees, lowered his eyebrows, stared at his feet, this matter he has been buried deep in his heart, never mentioned half a sentence to anyone, now he poured out coldly, he felt that the whole person was empty, his heart was panicked, and there was no sense of land.

Yu Zhao was silent for too long, Zhao Meimei came closer, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Are you okay?" ”

Yu Zhao raised his eyes to look at her, slightly distracted, thinking that Zhao Meimei was really different from everyone else he knew.

Others are like kaleidoscopes of all kinds, colorful on the surface, and on the inside may be just a broken paper shell, ruined in the middle.

And Zhao Meimei is a bottle of juice that can be seen through at a glance from the outside, unscrew the lid, you can smell the sweet smell inside, even if you drink all the liquid, the bottle wall is still stained with a faint fragrance.

If someone told him before he met Zhao Meimei that one day, he would pour out the things hidden in his heart without reservation, he must have felt that the other party's brain was scalded by an electric iron.

"It's fine." Yu Zhao shook his head, straightened up with a wry smile, and asked, "I'm just a little tired, can you accompany me to eat some spicy skewers?" ”

Zhao Meimei blinked, looked at Yu Zhao, and did not speak.

Yu Zhao looked away, and said lightly: "If you don't want to go, forget it, go back to class, it's almost class anyway." ”

Yu Zhao turned around and walked towards the classroom, and as soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by the school uniform and clothes.

Yu Zhao turned his head and met Zhao Meimei's clear eyes.

Zhao Meimei looked at each other, slowly squinted her eyes, and her gaze slouched through the gap between her eyelashes: "It's okay to go, but you have to have a treat, I don't have any money." ”

Yu Zhao couldn't cry or laugh: "I said classmate, when did you stay with me and take the initiative to pay for it?" ”

Hearing that he could be poor, Zhao Meimei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You wait for me here, I'll go back and arrange the cover work, and I'll come to you." ”