After all, Liang Youhuan didn't have the opportunity to participate in those years, and he didn't know if there was some unspeakable privacy involved, so it was always difficult to ask directly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Liang Youhuan was thinking about what kind of wording to use to be more tactful and appropriate, Du Mijin automatically and consciously said the details directly: "Maybe I was born unlucky, I can always let those who hate me find new reasons." The boy who wrote me love poems is a well-known boy in our class and even in our grade, with good grades, good looks, and a good hand in basketball. There are countless girls who like him, but he prefers to die and fancy me, you say how unlucky I was at that time. Being liked by a guy like that, I became the public enemy of all girls almost instantly. To be honest, if it weren't for my own experience, I wouldn't have been able to imagine how terrible it would be for fifteen or sixteen-year-olds to hate people. You may think that the age of naivety and ignorance of the world is how bad it can be. I tell you that no one is really not vicious, as long as you have tasted what jealousy is. ”

Du Mijin said this, her eyes were already red, Liang Youhuan saw that there was a layer of obvious moisture on Du Mijin's eyeballs, obviously she was trying to suppress it, so as not to let herself cry completely. I think that Du Majin must have suffered a great grievance at that time, otherwise with Du Mijin's character, he would not be so unrelieved when he mentions it today. Liang Youhuan knew that what Du Mijin recalled now might be the pain she didn't want to touch the most in her life, out of distress, Liang Youhuan instinctively stopped: "Forget it, don't say it, it's all over, don't you think it's good now?" Everyone needs you, depends on you, and likes you. The unpleasantness of the past, let them pass, don't think about it anymore, it's rare to come out for a drink with you, let's talk about some happy topics. ”

Everyone who is drunk has experienced this. Your thinking may be sluggish, your actions may be slow, and your logic may not be as flexible as your usual reactions, but at least your sense of right and wrong. And the perception of outsiders about you with good intentions or bad intentions is still there. Du Mijin is the same, although she drank too much, she also knew that Liang Youhuan wanted to end the topic because she felt sorry for herself, not because she was impatient with her long speech. So Du Mijin waved his hand and stretched out an arm to support his gradually sinking head. Squinted his eyes and looked at Liang Youhuan, smiled a little lazily and said, "It's not like that, I'm fine, but I'll just say a few words when I mention it." You're right, it's rare to have a drink together, it's a topic that should be happy, but without those unhappiness in the past, how can you realize that you are still happy now? Besides, you and I both understand that life experiences are not static, and those who were unhappy at the beginning can still speak up to this day. It's just that there's nothing left. When I was young, I experienced a lot of things and didn't draw them.,At least there's a story to drink when you grow up, isn't it? ”

As he spoke, Du Mijin raised his wine glass and gently touched the quilt in front of Liang Youhuan, raised his head, and poured another glass. After wiping a handful of the wine that overflowed from his lips, Du Mijin continued to hold his temples with his hands, and said faintly while reminiscing: "Come, listen to me finish telling this story of drinking, the most exciting part has not yet been said." ”

Liang Youhuan saw that Du Mijin insisted on this, so he didn't stop too much, he smiled and picked up the cup and took a sip of beer. It can be regarded as a response to Du Mijin's move of clinking glasses just now. In fact, Liang Youhuan has a good amount of alcohol, and he doesn't dare to say that he has too much, and it is not a problem to drink Du Mijin of a class. It's just that since Du Mijin has already set up a posture and is not drunk and does not return, Liang Youhuan can only mean it. It is also an unwritten rule between two people. No matter when and where, there must be one person between Du Mijin and Liang Youhuan who is absolutely awake at all times, perhaps because they have experienced too many dangers together, causing the two of them to have an instinctive vigilance against the outside world. Although Liang Youhuan is very confident in his amount of alcohol, in order to take care of the drunk Du Mijin more safely, he can only stop at a shallow taste.

And the only good quality that Du Majin has that is different from other drunkards is. Whether it's lively or bleak in the atmosphere, she almost never advises drinking, drink more or less at will, I just have to enjoy myself. So Du Mijin saw that Liang Youhuan just took a symbolic sip of beer, she didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, and continued to tell the story of those years.

"It seemed like it was just overnight, and my popularity went from bad to even worse. The bicycle I rode in school was in a state of flat tires for 4 days out of five days a week, and the master who repaired the tires was familiar with me, and jokingly asked me if I wanted to get an annual card. In the summer, I can always see all kinds of creatures in my desk, usually caterpillars, and occasionally surprises, which are dead rats, attracting all kinds of flies to fly around my seat, others are attracting bees and butterflies, only I am recruiting flies, passive skills are worth a thumbs up, right? As long as I am a student on duty and wipe the blackboard between classes, I have to sit in the classroom and watch, otherwise before class, the blackboard will be full of national curses, all kinds of different fonts, and it looks like a signature wall. There was also a stool where my legs were sawed off every once in a while, and then my balance was practiced to the point where I could sit upright without performing in real objects. Therefore, when I met Yu Jin a long time later, I could calmly face his pranks, because this baby has cultivated a certain degree of resistance in school, and the escalating malicious tricks will survive for a long time, and people will not be invaded. These things were like heavy objects on me, although they were very heavy, but at that time I was just a child who didn't dare to cause trouble, so I survived them one by one. The last straw that really broke the camel's back was in the first semester of the third year of junior high school. At that time, I had spent more than two years in that school, trying all kinds of changes but still to no avail, and I slowly got used to the discrimination and targeting of everyone, and lived a lonely life every day, as long as I was careful, it would not really be too much of a problem. It may be that my weed-like tenacious vitality makes those who torture me look very unhappy, and at that time, I don't know who wrote a letter in my name to the boy who wrote a love letter to me at the beginning, the content is nothing more than some intimate words that can be thought of between boys and girls. I saw that letter later, not to mention, the handwriting is really quite like mine, no wonder the boy thought it was really from me, but it was difficult for those who wanted to destroy me, copying well is also a skill, they have a heart. In short, the boy was ecstatic when he received the letter. Without asking, I immediately replied with a more affectionate letter, and secretly put it in my desk during recess, but it was directly photographed on the desk of the head teacher by someone who had premeditated it, and confirmed the evidence that I was shameless and openly developed an improper relationship between men and women in school. Maybe the way I argued with the teacher at the beginning really impressed the teacher, and the head teacher instantly felt that he had been deceived. In front of the whole class, he criticized me fiercely, and said that the seats between me and the boy were adjusted to the farthest diagonal in the class, and the whole class was supervised, and I was not allowed to have any verbal intersection with the boy from now on, and even said hello to the teacher in time. Because they hate me, those people have sent out the limits of their wisdom, borrowed the power of the teacher, and built an invisible prison for me in the school, isn't it great? ”

Liang Youhuan listened to Du Mijin and jokingly talk about the days when there was no gunsmoke but full of hurt, and he knew that Du Mijin was really in pain at that time. The more it hurts, the more it talks and laughs, this is Du Mijin's nature. And this kind of pain Liang Youhuan can empathize, Du Mijin's every word and sentence is like a sharp knife pierced Liang Youhuan's chest, and he even breathes with a faint pain. Liang Youhuan couldn't help but gaze affectionately at the fragile and pitiful Du Mijin in front of him, and then think about what happened to her. He sighed with disgust: "It was like this when I was young, but what about when I get older? Is it really human nature that is inherently evil? ”

"No, no, no, where is this 'evil', it's still far away!" Du Mijin interrupted Liang Youhuan's words with a wry smile, and raised his hand to make another glass of wine, as if only when he was completely drunk could he have the courage to uncover those scars layer by layer.

"That time made all the students see a complete change in the teacher's attitude towards me, as a student who got a lot of praise from the teacher for doing well and let others cast a mouse, I didn't even have the only shelter, and since then they have begun to be blatantly unscrupulous. Then. Our school is far away from the residential buildings, and there is a long, long path between the school and the main street, which is the only way for every student to go home from school. On both sides of the road were trees and large areas of wasteland. It's far from the neighborhood you can see, there are no street lights, and there are usually no people. If you go out after a night of self-study, and there are no people with you, this dark path hidden in the moonlight will feel even more eerie. Looking at it from afar, it looks like the location of the crew of "Liao Zhai". One day I was deceived by someone else, and a classmate told me that the teacher told me not to leave after school and wait for her in the classroom, and she wanted to talk to me. Thinking about it at that time, it was still too small, and the vigilance was not even one percent of what it is now, and I was so stupid that I really believed it. I didn't even turn a corner in my head, and I didn't even think about it, if the teacher really called me, how could they tell me if they hated me so much? I waited in the classroom for a long time, until everyone was out of school normally, and I was left alone in the classroom, and after more than an hour had passed, and I didn't see the teacher's shadow, I thought that something might not be right. I walked to the teacher's office and realized that the teacher had already left work. I thought that every trick I usually used was the same, and there must be grievances, but I didn't pay much attention to it, so I walked home alone with my schoolbag. When I walked to that path, I was the only one who left late and had missed the rush hour for students to get out of school, so I was the only one on the road, which was particularly unsafe. When I walked out of the school gate about three or four hundred meters, two boys from outside the school, who were obviously older than me, suddenly came out from behind the big trees on both sides of the road and stopped me directly. They showed me the bright knife, and that was the most terrifying thing I had ever grown to when I was so big, the fear that oozed from the bottom of my heart. They told me that I had sinned against people, and that they had only been hired to teach me. They said that I should not expect to escape, and that they would not be able to let me go after receiving money from others, otherwise it would be difficult to make a difference. They also said that it was inevitable to beat me this time, and that there was a fluke mentality that would only waste everyone's time, and that if I was in a hurry, they couldn't guarantee that I would not be bled out. The taller one of them tricked me into saying that they didn't want to beat me at the school gate, and that if they were to hire them, they really couldn't show mercy to my men, and they had to beat me up. But if I agree to go with them to a place where no one can see me, that is, it is simply a matter of two times, and I can make sure that I will not be hurt again. I hesitated for a moment, and another shorter boy pushed the knife closer to me. I was like all teenagers, my brain went blank and I was instantly bluffed. I was afraid that the knife would really hit me, I was afraid of pain, I was afraid of bleeding, I was afraid of death. So when I heard this and saw the knife getting closer and closer to me, my legs were one step ahead of my reason and I began to follow them involuntarily. But as I followed them farther and farther away from the school, the more I walked, the darker the light became, and I could faintly see a few dilapidated mud houses that had been abandoned for a long time not far away, and I suddenly began to panic, and all the tragic stories and pictures of girls I had seen were violated in my mind. I finally had the consciousness of resistance, I turned around and ran in the opposite direction at the meeting, but I didn't run a few steps before they caught me, I struggled with them, fought, shouted, at that time I only had one thought in my heart, I couldn't be taken away by them no matter what, otherwise my life might be different in the future. When Du Mijin said this, his shoulders couldn't help but tremble violently, Liang Youhuan couldn't imagine what kind of picture it was at that time, that kind of scene was a terrible nightmare even at today's age, not to mention that Du Mijin was just such a young child at that time. Liang Youhuan looked at Du Mijin's difficult struggle, and felt a little unbearable, but he couldn't interrupt Du Majin at this time. (To be continued.) )