Du Mijin's mind is actually unusually delicate and sharp, and now it is such a sensitive topic, Liang Youhuan doesn't know if the final ending is really as outrageous as he guessed, he doesn't want Du Mijin to mistake himself for disliking her because of her tragic experience. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info So Liang Youhuan gritted his teeth and endured the dull pain in his heart, stood up and walked to the chair next to Du Mijin and sat down, stretched out his hand to wrap around her shoulder, so that her body, which had been drained of all her strength, leaned loosely on her shoulder, hugged her, and told her with body language that no matter what happened, she was always there.

The extreme hurt leads to the ultimate vulnerability, so this hug becomes a kind of comfort and support, without any emotional color between men and women, which is extremely easy to accept. Du Mijin is like this at this time, those embarrassing and unspeakable love and hatred between her and Liang Youhuan can be ignored for the time being, Du Mijin knows very well in his heart that he needs a hug now, and he needs a hug from Liang Youhuan. So she was like this, she leaned on Liang Youhuan's arms without thinking about anything, and was silent for a long time before she held back the trembling of her body and continued to say softly: "Actually, the end of the story is not the same as you think, at that moment, the sweetness that I have been suppressed for too long has finally been completely displayed, and I am not a person who is slaughtered by others after all." In my desperate resistance, the two boys finally panicked. I think they are just some gangsters, who may have a small criminal record of fighting, picking quarrels and provoking troubles, but when it comes to big cases of murder and overkill, I am afraid they don't have the courage to bear it. So fortunately, the knife did not fall on me in the end, and even more fortunately, although I hung up all my colors in the process of fighting, I finally escaped in embarrassment. When I finally reached the bright and spacious street, I found that my forehead was bruised, there were still some blood stains, my school uniform was torn, and my arm was pinched from bruises and purples in the process of fighting. I don't know how I made a big hole in the position of my left ankle, and I can still faintly see the scar, and I escaped tragically in this way. I don't understand, what am I doing wrong? I put a lot of energy and effort into making myself better. It is to get everyone's recognition and acceptance. But in fact, what I really got was the damage that intensified again and again, from verbal slander to physical ****. Why bother? If I didn't kill my father, didn't take my wife, didn't have a real grudge, I could live without leaving anyone at all, and I was sadly compromised and changed again and again in order to please these people, and every compromise seemed to be telling others. I acquiesced in all the harm you have done me. At that moment, all the grievances of the past two years poured into my heart, and I sat on the road under the bright street lamp, crying bitterly, as if there was no one around. The crowd looked at me differently, but I didn't care at the time, I just knew that I needed a hearty vent, because only after a thorough vent can I be completely reborn. Later, I slowly got tired of crying, and I gradually figured out something in the midst of crying and crying. The world is not as beautiful as I imagined, it is not that I try to release kindness, others will give me the same warmth, and it is the most ridiculous luxury in the world to get the support of others by pandering and showing weakness. If I had been as weak as I had been before, the outcome of the two hooligans might not have been miserable. So what I want to do is that I can be kind to the world, but I can't tolerate the malice of others without reason. If someone wants to hit me completely, if I have done nothing wrong, even if I try my best, I can't be convinced, I have to straighten my spine and stand more steady. You can not bully the weak, but you can't be reckless. ”

After Du Mijin finished speaking, a determined gaze flashed in his eyes. She raised her head and smiled at Liang Youhuan, then sat up straight. Putting on a posture that he would not seek refuge from anyone, he continued: "I took three days off, went to the hospital to have my wounds bandaged, and told my parents that I had accidentally encountered robbers, and they were suspicious, but it didn't matter. As long as I don't let go. It's not that I don't want my family to get justice for me, but from that moment on, I suddenly understood that no matter how fragile I was, no matter how thin my shoulders were, no matter how weak I was, no matter how weak I was against others, no matter how weak I was against others, I had to get it back. Even if I am strong, I must be strong to the end, because what I want to pursue is not only justice, but also the dignity that I have been suppressed for more than two years. On the first day after the vacation, I walked into the classroom, walked straight up to the girl who had lied to me, and slapped her in the face with all the strength I could. I still remember that when the slap went down, the girl jumped up like crazy, picked up the iron pencil case on the table and was about to slap me on the head. There were several other classmates who were usually close to her and were more powerful at me, and they all stood up together, as if they were ready to attack her at any time and give me a beating. At that time, there was no trace of guilt or weakness on their faces, and it was this justification that made me more confident that I had to do this if I wanted to survive. I slapped the girl in the face before she made a move, everyone was shocked, this is not the usual me, I would have been cowardly when I saw everyone expressing my position together, how could I dare to continue to use force? I took advantage of the girl's surprise to point to the wound on my body that was still wrapped in gauze and told her that if anyone dared to fight back, I would call the police, anyway, my injuries were obvious, and the police would definitely accept my report. I don't mind making a big deal about it, it's better to stab the teacher or the principal, since you want to ruin me by any means, rest assured, even if you can't win the fight, I won't let you have a good time, at least if you get a lawsuit, you don't expect a safe graduation, although you can show off to me in school, but think about whether your parents will agree that it took you three years to not even get a junior high school diploma. At that time, I was standing alone in the classroom, facing more than a dozen girls who wanted to kill me in a minute, impassionedly, to put it bluntly, they were being strong, I don't know if they would really be deterred by me, if not, I must not be able to beat the crowd. But I still have to slap those two slaps back, because only if you let them know that it hurts, they will probably not add any more wounds to you. Thankfully, I won the bet and they looked at each other for several minutes. After all, they could only stare at me with hatred, but no one dared to really touch me. ”

Liang Youhuan listened to Du Mijin say all this, as if he was in the scene, and he also felt relieved from the bottom of his heart. How glad. That little Du Majin was not defeated, so there would be such a moment that made people sound happy. Liang Youhuan showed an admiring smile on his face and stretched out his thumb at Du Mijin, but Du Majin just shook his head and drank another glass of wine. After a moment, he continued: "Do you think I am turning into a serf and singing? Then you're completely wrong. Habits don't happen overnight, and it takes time to change. It's like smoking, getting you used to the stimulation of the cranial nerves by tar is never something you can do with one or two cigarettes, and once you get used to it, it's even more difficult to quit. For those girls who are used to bullying me, how can two slaps make them wake up and stop fighting? I just understood this, so I knew that those two slaps were just the beginning, an attitude that I showed that I would no longer allow others to bully, and this attitude was undoubtedly tantamount to declaring war on them. The long battle has just begun. I knew that I would face an overwhelming amount of revenge after this, and I promised to go to and from school every day when the crowds were at its highest, and I always carried an electric baton, pepper water, and a loudspeaker that could amplify the sound of the cry for help more than ten times in my school bag, in order to prevent another encounter with hooligans outside the school. After two weeks or so, I found that their retaliation was basically limited to school, after all, they were all students, and they were probably really bluffed by what I said about reporting the crime. But this is a good thing, as long as there is a limited scope for anything, there must be unspoken rules within this range. School isn't actually a good battleground because no matter how good you are in school. It's not you who really decide the victory, but the teachers, directors and principals, you can't turn the sky, if you really have the ability to cover the sky with one hand. I don't care to do such a low thing as tossing me as an ordinary student. Therefore, whoever can get the preference of the school teacher will be able to plan a bigger move. After thinking about this, I took the initiative to go to the head teacher, no longer saying how wronged I was and how miserable I was framed, but sincerely admitted the mistake of early love to the teacher. And promise that I will study hard, and hope that the teacher will give me another chance to correct my mistakes. You may think that I have compromised after all, but let me tell you, I understood at that time that in order to be completely successful in anything, there must be a certain level of compromise. What topics are the teachers interested in? It's definitely not who is bullied by whom, but who can bring her enough practical benefits, if you have the ability to raise the average score of the whole class, the more you pull, the more bonuses she gets, this is the actual benefit that the teacher cares about. To a certain extent, if you want the teacher to stand in the same queue as you, it is not enough to have good grades, what you need to do is that your grades are super good, good enough to have the ability to turn the tide for a class, if you do it, you are the teacher's God of Wealth, and no one will offend the God of Wealth. So at that time, I was busy returning the humiliation inflicted on me by others for more than two years in private, one by one, while studying hard. ”

When Du Mijin said this, his face showed a painful look that was caught in memory. Liang Youhuan saw it, and quietly moved Du Mijin's wine glass to his hand a little, and took advantage of Du Mijin's inattention, and folded the wine in the cup directly into his own cup. Liang Youhuan was not worried that if Du Mijin drank too much, it would take a lot of effort to take care of himself, but he was a little at a loss because of Du Mijin's momentum one cup after another. The frequency of drinking is enough to say for people who are not weak in drinking, not to mention Du Majin, who is even more worried when he is drunk? Catharsis is okay, but the gain outweighs the loss, so Liang Youhuan can only make this decision.

However, soon Liang Youhuan found that he was doing too much, Du Mijin didn't notice Liang Youhuan's movements at all, and he didn't want to raise a glass again, I saw her withdraw her mind from her memories, pulled the corners of her mouth and continued: "That kind of effort is almost to challenge the limits of human physical fitness, more desperate and more tired than before, day and night to make rolling paper, bought a lot of exercise books, all the pocket money is contributed to the small bookstore on the edge of the school, the boss has developed a habit, as long as there is a new exercise book, I'll definitely keep a copy. Many times, I don't go to bed until the middle of the night after studying, I am woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, I wash my face and run to school, and I have to eat breakfast sold on the road on the bus while carrying the knowledge points I learned yesterday. There were a few times when I couldn't stand it, so I just sat down and fell asleep in class, like I was unconscious, I didn't know what the teacher said. After class, I had to run to the teacher's office, grinding hard and grinding the teacher's lesson plan to copy the class notes for me, and then summarize the key points by myself. Day after day, my parents were scared, I studied like crazy, eliminated all the rest time, did not do any extracurricular activities, and it is not an exaggeration to say that I didn't even watch TV once for most of the remaining half a year of junior high school. Fortunately, the emperor has paid off, and his hard work is still effective. With my previous foundation, my grades were not bad at that time, and I was top-notch in all subjects, except for English. Strange to say, I spend much more effort and thought on English than in other subjects, and I also memorize words seriously and listen to English class tapes seriously, but no matter how hard I work, my English grades just can't go up, and I am also very helpless. Fortunately, the exams at that time were all based on the ranking of the total score, and since I was not good at English, I could only get back the score of this subject in the remaining Chinese, geometry, algebra, and political history students. I watched every mock exam, my total score was going up, and then up, looking at every time the teacher handed out the roll paper, looking at the relieved eyes of me, I knew that I finally did it, and I had the capital and the courage to get back the things I went. (To be continued.) )