The girl heard her mother's voice, and she was so frightened that she immediately washed away all the emotions that were churning in her heart.

She hurriedly put on her shoes, and when she turned around, she saw her mother walking towards her.

The girl hurriedly looked back at the scale, and the number on the scale, I don't know when, it had disappeared and was no longer displayed.

The girl turned her back to her mother and quietly exhaled, relieved.

When the girl turned around again, her mother was already in front of her.

But the mother didn't look at the scale, just looked at the girl with a smile, casually touched the girl's face with her left hand, and asked softly, with a smile: "Nannan, what's wrong with you, are you in such a hurry, are you scared by your mother?" ”

When the girl heard this, her brain was nervous, and she shook her head, and when she slowly reacted, she nodded again.

"No, no, I'm a little scared." The girl stumbled in reply.

But the girl did not watch her mother speak, but lowered her head and looked at the two pairs of slippers on the floor, except for the inconsistency of color.

The relationship between the girl and her mother is excellent, but sometimes the girl wishes that there is some estrangement between herself and her mother.

Because she knew that at present, there was no way for her to look directly into her mother's caring eyes, and she was extremely unwilling, and she was extremely afraid that her mother would know what terrible, appalling, and embarrassing things she had done in order to be "thin".

Therefore, the mother's thoughtful concern can only make the girl feel a special sense of weakness and resistance from the bottom of her heart, so that she herself has to hide.

The girl subconsciously raised her right hand and touched the place on her face that had been gently caressed by her mother, but it still brought some residual warmth from her mother's fingers, and the girl suddenly felt as if she was burned, and immediately put down her hand awkwardly, and turned to touch her neck.

The girl looked at the slippers opposite her and suddenly moved, but she was still confused and looked sluggish.

Until his mother passed by him, he couldn't ease his senses.

"Hello, is the weigher out of power?"

"Ahh The girl exclaimed, startled again, but just like that, she did finally sober up.

The girl turned around and saw that she was crouching on the ground, holding in her hand the round battery that she had just thrown aside at random.

I saw that the mother turned her head to look at her, her face full of doubt and shock, probably frightened by the girl's sudden scream.

The girl could only turn her face away and whisper in response: "Yes, yes, it's broken." ”

When the girl turned her face sideways and looked to the other side, she looked panicked.

In front of me, it was actually a messy scene.

On the floor not far from the coffee table, there should have been a storage box neatly, but at this moment, it was knocked over and fell on the floor, and some of the debris inside fell out scattered.

There were a few dimes, five-cent coins, a bottle opener, a pair of industrial white linen gloves, and a pair of blue plastic gloves for kitchen utensils, which were still scattered together, but one of the armor knives was thrown into the corner of the sofa far from the coffee table.

Not far from these, there was a battery box on the floor that the girl had discarded unconsciously.

"Huh? How can this be such a mess? The mother's gaze shifted with the girl, and she also saw all of this.

But the mother didn't say anything more, just walked over quietly, bent down and picked up the box, walked to the side of the box, straightened the box, and put all the sundries into the box one by one.

While her mother was doing these things, the girl didn't know why, but she felt a sense of embarrassment and uneasiness.

The girl looked at her mother's busy back, and only wanted to escape as soon as possible, but she hesitated whether she should clean up the mess she had created with her mother.

So the girl took a small step towards her mother, and then she stepped back, and took a small step towards her own door, but then she went back to square one, and walked forward again, and then went back again.

After going back and forth two or three times, I saw that my mother had finished tidying up and was putting the storage box back in place.

The girl hurriedly walked back to her room in a panic, and said in a trembling voice, "I, I'll go back to my room." ”

With that, the girl quickly returned to the room, locked the door, and sat down on the bed.

It is only in this closed room that the girl can gain a sense of security, a sense of belonging, which can calm herself down and vent her long-standing emotions at will.

Slowly, the girl replayed everything that had just happened in her mind, but it was upside down.

From the mother's bending over to clean up, to the mother's sudden appearance, to the scene of standing on the scale.

Eventually, I was frozen in the image of myself looking at the numbers on the display on the scale.

The doubts, losses, anger and grievances from before returned to the girl's heart.

But this time, the girl felt more resentment.

She only had to think of how she had starved and suffered in half a year, but overnight, under her unscrupulous eating and drinking yesterday, it all came to naught, and she returned to the original point.

The more angry and depressed the girl felt when she thought of it.

The fire and depression that were about to erupt in the body were all mixed together, becoming a new unwillingness.

The girl felt that she was tormented by all these tangled emotions, and if she didn't vent again, she would go crazy uncontrollably.

But the girl has never known how to vent normally, and now, prompted by anxiety, she has chosen an extremely extreme way and method.

She slapped her head violently, pulled her hair, and pulled several strands of hair, but the girl was not enough, her hands clenched into fists, and she struck her thighs a few times with a hammer, making a dull sound of physical fighting, and finally, the girl alternated her left and right hands in turn, and pinched the upper arm of the other hand with one hand a few times, until she was pinched red and purple.

The girl was in so much pain that she couldn't hold back her tears, but she kept biting her lip.

Because the girl could still hear the sound of the water through the door, she knew that her mother was outside, and she could not scream, and she could not let her mother hear her cry.

The girl slammed down on the bed, pulled over the pillow, and buried herself under it, and then let out a little whimper.

She covered herself like this, listened to the "whining" sound echoing in her ears, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When the girl woke up again, it was already noon.

When the girl woke up, she wiped her face and felt the traces of dried tears.

The girl remembered what had happened a few hours earlier.

She now wished that she would never wake up, and longed that she was just a dream.

But when the girl saw that her arm was red and blue, and felt that her scattered hair was pulling her scalp and hurting, it was all a reminder to the girl that all this had really happened and was not false.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through the girl's mind, but it left a significant trace

She remembered the example of a person she had seen on the Internet who had lost more than a dozen pounds after drinking water for just a week.

It was such a thought that lingered in the girl's mind, and at the same time, it constantly stimulated the girl, as if injecting her with new blood and gaining hope, and gradually made the girl excited.

The girl stood up suddenly, picked up her phone and opened the door.