Grunt......

The ink arrived at the table, and the paintings on the table did not escape the doom, and all of them were infected with ink. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The moment the ink fell, my first thought was that the ink would splash on me, so I pushed it away, not having time to salvage the painting.

At this time, the only voice in my heart was "It's over, it's over...... I'm sure I'll be hated to death by everyone......].

It's so good that I can't die, at the door of the art room, someone happened to witness this scene.

Well, it doesn't matter, even if no one witnesses it, I will take the initiative to admit responsibility.

However, when I saw that the ink I had spilled and stained the painting, the man at the door still had a cold face.

He walked up to me, and I had a little bit of affection and a little fear for the gay guy at the school table, who had never spoken before.

Helpless people can do anything, and once they face a breakdown, or something that they can bear to the limit, going crazy is undoubtedly the most terrible.

He walked over and took my wrist and walked towards the door of the art room.

I don't know what he's trying to do, is he trying to pull me to the teacher to complain? Then he won the favor of his classmates and returned to the life of normal human beings......

I didn't resist and let him pull me. If you pull me to the teacher to confess, I have no reason to resist, because I am the one who did the wrong thing.

At this moment, the students gathered in the class disbanded, and they were already gathered at the door of the art room, ready to wait for the teacher to come in and evaluate the paintings.

I thought to myself: now I don't have to go to the classroom, just expose my guilt at the crime scene, you can win everyone's favor, and I sink deeper into the abyss......

During the period when I had this thought, Jue Ling stuffed the painting in his hand into my arms, just like the umbrella in the first place.

You don't have to ask for my permission at all, just stuff your stuff and leave.

But this time, I was extremely puzzled by what he did, why did he always like to do such things that benefit others and hurt himself?

He let go of my hand, stepped back to his desk in the art room, picked up the painting on the table that I had soiled, and wiped it with a tissue.

And this scene, which is very easy to cause misunderstanding, was also misunderstood by the teachers and students who walked into the art room next, and their thoughts were very simple [only the murderer would think about dealing with the scene].

Jue Ling was taken as the culprit for destroying the painting, but I, the real murderer, were regarded as an eyewitness.

Because I was far away from my desk, the painting I was holding in my hand was like evidence that I met the murderer who destroyed the homework on the way to hand in my homework.

He did not refute, and his face did not fluctuate to bear this trumped-up guilt.

I didn't say anything, and sure enough, in the bottom of my heart, I was still very afraid of being disgusted by everyone.

Thinking selfishly, he was already ruined anyway, and it didn't matter if he was more ruined. He's used to being alone, and I might be able to help him......

With this selfish thought, the distance between me and him became more and more distant.

It's not that I'm alienating him, I've always been grateful to him and want to talk to him and express my gratitude.

But he never looked at me, he was avoiding me, shattering my idea that it was possible to make special friends with a matching personality.

That's right, I was framed by others for no reason, and the murderer didn't take the initiative to admit responsibility, so everyone would hate me.

At least in my eyes, his attitude has become more negative since that day of [art room slander], and even after a semester, his notoriety has spread to the whole school, and there are even signs of deterioration.

Teachers and students hate him and avoid him. So much so that once a month, no one dared to sit next to him.

In order to alleviate the guilt in my heart, I took the initiative to ask [let me sit next to him in the future], and the head teacher readily agreed.

As a result, I was named "Fearless Sacrifice" by my classmates and was sought after for a while.

Gradually, I began to like to communicate with others, although it was still very difficult, but everyone didn't seem to hate it, after all, I had a "fame" in my body.

By the second half of the second semester of junior high school, I had completely escaped from the situation of being isolated, and I was very happy and very sad.

I have not forgotten that my achievements today are the result of pushing others into the abyss. So far, I haven't been able to say "I'm sorry" or "thank you" to him!

But it was in the second semester of the second year of junior high school that all this finally changed.

There are two students in the next class who have transferred to our class this semester, and they are both very popular people in the school.

One is called Xia Yuexiang and the other is Wu Xu, who are the top students in the top five in the whole grade.

As soon as the two of them arrived in this class, they immediately occupied Jue Ling's front and rear seats, which surprised everyone.

I know something, so I'm not so surprised. I'm not very familiar with the man, but I remember the girl named Xia Yuexiang, she is the girl who occasionally comes to talk to Jue Ling between classes.

Her surname reminds me of the summer child I met when I went to Jue Ling's house that day, if everything is okay, then Xia Yuexiang should be the one who lives in the villa next to Jue Ling.

Relationships are neighbors, and they can talk like this.

After the two of them switched classes to our class, it was more than a month or two, and the second year of junior high school was almost over.

I don't know why, watching the three of them talking and laughing every day, I feel very lonely and envious.

Although Jue Ling had never laughed, he responded to Xia Yuexiang's every word.

Wu Xu in the back interjected from time to time to blend in with the atmosphere of chatting.

He was finally no longer lonely, but I began to have an indescribable feeling in my heart.

In fact, I know very well that the so-called friends around me are a group of people who take care of you when they are happy and ...... when they are unhappy. ] of the cold face.

This feeling lasted until the third year of junior high school.

It was on my way home from school one day when I was pleasantly surprised to meet him.

Why say surprise? Because I was very surprised at that time, his home and mine were in different directions, and it was impossible to meet him on the way home from school.

What is he doing here? I was very curious, and I kept secretly watching him, but I didn't observe the situation around me.

Without looking at the road, I bumped into a man.

It was a shirtless tattooed man, followed by a group of men, who looked like idle gangsters all day.

Although I apologized in time, the other party did not let me go. They surrounded me and said something very unpleasant.

It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid, and I can only pray that they are just paying lip service.

Can realistically ...... They reached out to me, and I closed my eyes, thinking that I would cry out for help if I really couldn't do anything.

Suddenly, a thin and majestic figure stood in front of me......