The eyes of everyone present suddenly focused on Zong Qi, except for Gu Ling. Zong Qi's whole body trembled suddenly, and his mind was full of regret for his impulsiveness. I can't even beat Sun Xinbiao, how can I beat so many people.

"Isn't this Zongqi, what's the matter, you want a hero to save the beauty?" Sun Xinbiao was mocking, put away his mobile phone, and forced Zong Qi with Ermao Sanha.

"Neurotic, I thought it was." The eldest sister spat disdainfully and rested on the stone next to her.

"Don't come here, I'm really going to call the police." Zong Qi trembled and pointed at the three people in front of him. The bullying-like momentum of the three people broke through Zong Qi's psychological defense like a tsunami, which was suffocating.

Sun Xinbiao grabbed Zong Qi's throat and pressed it hard on the steel pipe, looking at him with wasted eyes: "What qualifications do you have to stand here?" Also called the police, heh, looking for death. With a flick of his hand, he threw Zong Qi to the ground, and his foot ravaged this Zong Qi's right hand like stepping on a cigarette butt. Zong Qi let out a scream of pain.

Ermao sat directly on Zong Qi's body, flicked Zong Qi's cheek with the back of his hand, and sneered: "Boy, I see that you often stare at the back of that woman when you are in class, you don't like her, right?" ”

"Nope!" Zong Qi denied it almost in seconds, and a roll of dust and sand rushed into Zong Qi's mouth along the air current.

"Yo, the reaction was so intense." Ermao laughed interestingly, and pointed at Gu Ling close to Zong Qi's face, "Na, your girlfriend has been beaten now, do you want to go up and avenge her?" ”

"She's not my girlfriend! I don't know her! ”

"Then why are you so excited to rush out? Looking for death? ”

"I ......" Zong Qi was speechless, and the whole person was extremely uncomfortable. The little secret in my heart is like someone has written it into a script, and everyone will know it.

"What a coward, I like it and don't admit it."

Don't say it again, please don't say it again, don't let anyone know about it anymore......

"People like you deserve to kneel on the ground."

Ling will hear it, what to do, how should I face her......

"Did you see your girlfriend? That's what happens to waste. ”

Please, Ling, don't look at me, I don't know you, don't look at me, I don't like you, I ......

In the afterglow, Gu Ling turned her head for the first and only time to look for Zong Qi. The eyes under the cloak were cloudy, and they had long lost their clarity and purity, and she was like a soulless shell, finding the one who gave her a birthday gift back then, Zong Qi.

Zong Qi in front of the sand table once again set up the female sand tool, but because of too much force, the sand tool fell back to the ground, and the reversed smile was so terrifying in Zong Qi's heart.

……

Fruit shop, Zongqi room.

Lin Yunjue silently watched Zong Qi rummage through his storage box. Zong Qi, who came out of the psychological treatment room, cried and said that he wanted to go home as soon as he saw Lin Yunjue at the door, looking like he was beaten and went back to his parents, so frightened that Lin Yunjue thought that Zong Qi had been abused inside.

Back at home, Zong Qi quickly found the storage box hidden under the bed, and after a while, he carefully took out a certain object to show Lin Yunjue.

It was a well-preserved disc-shaped music box with three words engraved on the base that were somewhat graceful and hideous - thank you.

"This is a birthday gift I gave to Gu Ling before, and the day before Gu Ling died, Gu Ling returned it to me and engraved these three words." Zong Qi said with a painful expression.

Lin Yunjue took the music box curiously, and gently rotated the disc, the familiar canon melody was as crisp and pleasant as a ringing bell, but the emotions contained in the words were incompatible with the music box.

"That's why you want to avenge Gu Ling?"

"Brother Jue, what should I do?" Zong Qi suddenly cried, confused, uneasy, hesitant, confused, desperate, all the negative emotions broke through a certain critical point in Zong Qi's heart, and devoured Zong Qi's personality little by little.

"The doctor had a point, maybe I really should have left the past behind, the hatred. However, if I abandon everything, then who can remember Ling, and who can avenge Ling. Why do bad people live unharmed, while good people can only struggle? Why ......?"

"Perhaps, this is society." Lin Yunjue smiled slightly, patted Zong Qi's shoulder comfortingly, and motioned for him to sit down and rest for a while.

"If it was me who was bullied, maybe I could really try to forget, but, the person who was hurt wasn't me, it was Ling, a poor girl......"

Lin Yunjue: "But you also know that you are just a stranger to her, and your efforts will not be rewarded at all." ”

"I don't pursue returns, I, I just want her to be happy......" Zong Qi's heart was very painful, very painful, like a mess tightly bound his heart. He couldn't find a reason to continue to persevere, and even felt that his past actions were wrong and of no value.

Why did I do this in the first place? Is it because of sympathy for Ling? Is it because I'm afraid it will happen to me? Or is it because of the unspeakable emotion in my heart?

"The lost lamb is always cute. Zongqi, at this time, a story is needed to soothe the wounds of the soul. Lin Yunjue said playfully.

Zong Qi said with difficulty: "Story, "Cloud Story"? ”

Lin Yunjue: "Yes, it's the "Cloud Story" that my sister told you, and only three people in the world know the whole content!" ”

"Brother Jue, am I really suitable for listening to stories now......

"Fit at any time. Stories, like music, will always be open for you if you want to. Lin Yunjue rotated the disc of the music box to the top, let it go, and the gear began to ring.

……

A young boy was blinded by an accident, unable to see the sun, he became irritable and terrible, and any disobedience would cause him to be angry, and only by throwing things could he barely vent his emotions.

On this day, the boy accidentally tripped while touching the wall at home, and he sat on the ground like a string of firecrackers, grabbing the things around him like crazy and starting to throw them, waving them and protesting against the injustice of fate.

Normally, at this time, the father would be like an elderly woman, while cleaning up and stopping and comforting, but this time it was as if he had disappeared, silently conniving at him to destroy everything in the house, making the boy feel bored.

Finally, the panting boy emptied his surroundings, and just as he was about to fumble his way back to his room, his father handed him an antique vase.

Is this laughing at me? He shouted angrily and slammed the antique vase in his hand to the ground. Bang, the floor was full of crumbs from vases.

The father handed him an old picture frame again, and the boy threw it on the ground without thinking about it. The frame clicked, and the picture frame broke.

The father handed him another heavy jacket, and the boy waved it vigorously. The jacket sounded as light as the wind.

Come on! Come again! The boy yelled.

There was a touch on his hand again, it was his father's hand, and the boy suddenly lost his voice. The father held the boy's hand tightly and comforted him and encouraged him as usual.

Syllable. The boy did not wait for his father to finish, and then he irritated and took off his father's hand, as if he were dropping something.

You simply can't understand my pain! The boy roared, the darkness in front of him trembling violently, and he touched the wall without looking back, and although he was a little faster than before, he could still hear a heavy sigh behind him.

Later, the father literally disappeared, and no matter how much he cried out in the empty house, he could not hear the familiar echo. He tried to do his own thing as usual, even worse, in order to yearn for that little bit of salvation, but there was nothing but broken voices.

There was really only darkness left in front of him, and the boy who couldn't even find the door was desperate, hungry, crying, crawling on his knees, as if only in this way would he know what the world was like.

There was a sudden puncture in his hand, and the pain made the boy stop crying, and he tried to touch the shard. Oh, come to mind, it's a fragment of an antique vase.

He tried to touch his surroundings again, and the fine pieces of glass stinged the boy's skin like countless tiny needles. He touched a photograph.

Obviously he couldn't see anything, but the boy still looked at the photo in his hand with a stunned expression, as if he realized something, he trembled and touched around, and sure enough, a jacket was lying quietly on the ground.

Just as the boy was about to pick it up, a pair of hands rushed to his hand.

The boy froze, letting his hands hold him. It was as if he saw a light and comforted and encouraged him as usual.

The boy could no longer hold back his tears and weep. It turned out that his father had always been by his side and never disappeared, but he couldn't see it.

……

The story ends