The rain outside was so heavy that it was like beads with broken threads, scattered on the ground, and the raindrops scattered the dirt, and the mud became slimy, and the sky was dark and gloomy.

The faucets are rusty.

The water is cool and refreshing.

Iroh wiped his face with a towel.

Her phone rang.

She wiped her wet hands and lit up her phone.

It is gentle information.

"Yiruo, my dad went out to buy goods today, by the way, why don't you and I take my dad's car together?"

There is a kind of person who doesn't like to trouble others, doesn't want others to know themselves too well, and doesn't like to communicate too much with others.

This is what Yiruo looks like, she is arrogant and proud, she is inferior and sensitive.

Over the years, she has been wrapped in gossip, those contemptuous eyes of her neighbors pierced her heart deeply, and the self defined by others devoured and destroyed her true thoughts, she was like being wrapped in a spider's web, unable to escape, but paralyzed little by little.

"Don't play with her, his dad is a gambler." She remembered that when she was a child, she played with her neighbors in the district, and the well-dressed adult looked at her with contempt and took her child away roughly.

She remembers going to the district store to buy groceries in junior high school, and a few neighbors were behind her back.

"Yo, she's the child of Yi Guoping."

"No, I heard that his father is a gambler."

"Yo, I also heard that he was still drinking and beating his daughter-in-law, and his wife's death was probably tortured to death by him."

"His family really can't be provoked, I think they are ashamed."

"Can you stop talking?" Iruo looked back at the tongue-chewing women.

They stopped talking, and looked at Iroh in surprise.

"Are you worthy of being a senior? Is it interesting for you to chew the root of your tongue behind your back? Iro clenched her fists in anger.

"We didn't say anything, you heard me wrong."

"It's just that I blame others for hearing it wrong."

"I don't care if you speak ill of our family, but don't let me hear it again." Iro kicked the chair next to her hard.

She was gone, and behind her stubbornness was nothing more than the sound of heartbreak.

She wants to be like other children, with her parents by her side, with warm love, and no one will point fingers.

But everything is a dream, and I will still be looked down upon by the children in the district and ridiculed by the neighbors.

Over the years, although Yiruo and Wen Ya have played very well, her parents still mind her playing with herself, she knows that Wen Ya's parents let Wen Ya play with herself, it is entirely because she studies well, she can help Wen Ya make up for her homework, and she can help her parents save some of the tuition fees.

If her grades are not good, will she still have a friend like Wenya? Even if Wen Ya is willing to play with herself, can she pass her parents' pass?

Yiruo understands everything, and although Wenya's parents haven't said anything bad about her, she can still feel that they don't like her.

People are so sensitive, a look and a word can poke into the depths of their hearts.

But what can Iro?

She didn't do anything wrong, just like she was in the class, she was isolated, she was hated, she was disgusted.

"Thank you, Wen Ya, I want to eat that bun today, you go to school first, don't wait for me."

Iroh replied and turned off her phone.

He is not very happy to look at other people's faces, and his father is probably willing to let him go to the car because he is gentle and talkative.

It's still yourself.

Iruo packed her schoolbag and went to school with an umbrella.

It's still the same road, it's still the doorway.

The rain is still falling, and it's getting faster and faster.

The raindrops drenched Iro's pants, and the corners of them were splashed with mud.

Her footsteps rippled on the watery ground.

"Don't go, little girl."

She saw a middle-aged man in brown patterns blocking in front of her.

Iro's image dodged to the right, and he blocked to the right.

"I don't know who you are."

Yi Ruo's heart was a little hairy, there were no pedestrians on the rainy road, and there was still some distance from the lively steamed bun shop.

"Who I am, you don't know, little bastard."

"I'm sorry, I have something." Iruo was a little scared, and the middle-aged man had a long scar on his face.

"Your dad owes me gambling debts, when will I change them?" The middle-aged man lit a cigarette, and the raindrops falling from under the umbrella fell to the ground.

"You go to my dad, I have to go to school."

Iruo didn't know why she was looking for the account. She's still a student, how do you know when she's going to be back.

"Stop, you're his daughter, I'm not looking for anyone you're looking for." The middle-aged man looked at Yiruo.

"I'll call my dad." Iruo panicked and pulled out her phone.

"What kind of fight, if you hit him, he won't answer." He took another drag on his cigarette.

Ding Ding Ding ~

Hello, your call went unanswered.

Ding Ding Ding ~

Still no one answered.

"My dad answered my phone yesterday." Iruo was a little annoyed.

"Otherwise, I'll ask Dad to call you later, contact you, you can give me your contact information." Yi Ruo's attitude was a little sincere, and she didn't want to embarrass the middle-aged man.

"Fuck, it's been a few times, Yi Guoping doesn't answer the phone every time."

"Uncle, I'm going to be late soon, I'll ask my dad to contact you." Iruo wants to get out of here.

"What to go, your dad ran away, you ran too. Do you have money in your bag? The middle-aged man spotted Iro's school bag.

"I have some in my wallet, I'll give it to you." Iruo was a little nervous, and her hand shaking when she opened her purse.

"That's it?" The middle-aged man pouted.

"I'm a student and don't have much money." Iruo gave the wallet to the middle-aged man.

"Give me the bag." Before the middle-aged man could react, he snatched away the chaos.

"Fuck, poor ghost, you're really good at spending money."

The middle-aged man threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

He poured Iro's book on the ground, pulled out a few steel hammers, and held them in his hands.

Her schoolbag was thrown on the ground, the paper books were smeared into mud, and the schoolbag was soaked with water on the ground.

"What's the use of studying, isn't it still the debtor's daughter." The middle-aged man whistled and left.

He himself is a bachelor, named Bao Yong, one person eats enough for the whole family is not hungry, Yi Guoping gambled that day, he paid off the gambling debts for Yi Guoping, Yi Guoping promised to give himself when he had money, but his mother has been delayed for two years, and he still hasn't given a cent, and he has called Yi Guoping less, but he doesn't answer, or he says that he is busy, or the signal is not good, and he has never mentioned the matter of repaying the money.

Later, he inquired about Yi Guoping's residence, and he originally wanted to block him, but later found out that he was out, and he was annoyed, but how could he let go when he couldn't get anything.

He knew that Yi Guoping also had a daughter, he had seen his daughter's appearance, that day, he paid back the money for Yi Guoping, Yi Guoping was very happy to invite him to drink, they discussed family affairs, Yi Guoping said that he also had a daughter, and he also flipped through his mobile phone to show him the photos of his daughter.

He remembered her appearance, although the photo was of her when she was a child, but her eyebrows and eyes were still very similar, and he could recognize them at a glance.

He wants to block his daughter, and he can't get nothing for himself.

But he didn't expect that Yi Ruo didn't have much money on him, and he only fished so little oil and water, but the anger in his stomach was uncomfortable, and he didn't want to give up, since he didn't get the money, let his daughter suffer a little.

He poured her book on the rain-soaked ground, not to mention how happy he was.

Yi Guoping, you didn't expect that your daughter would bear the debt you escaped.

He clapped his hands and walked away, enough was enough.

Let's wait for Yi Guoping to come back.

Iro held an umbrella, picked up a school bag, and picked up a book.

But the rain was mixed with mud, and the schoolbag and books seemed to be soaked in the hands and had just been salvaged.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, like pearls falling to the ground.

Iruo tossed the umbrella aside, she wanted to be sober.

The heavier the raindrops fell, the more her head hurt when the raindrops hit her.

The bigger, the better.

It's better to knock yourself out.

It's good to be sick.

So that he will not suffer this insult himself.

She cried and laughed, her tears sliding down her cheeks, and she felt a little residual heat.

However, tears are probably like rain.

She couldn't tell the difference between her tears and the rain, which mixed together and flowed on the ground.

She put the book in her bosom, and she felt that her dream was about to be torn apart.

Does going to school work?

She asked herself.

But going to school was the only thing she could work towards.

How many times did she dream that she had left this place that disgusted her, how long she had spent her time and energy studying, just to be able to get out of this small place.

But now that the textbooks and schoolbag were thrown on the ground, her self-esteem was trampled on, and she had no soul, like a soulless body, sticking to her books.

The rain was still falling, and the weather was still dark.

Iru's whole body was soaked in rain, and the autumn rain carried a chill.

Iruo was chilled, she curled herself into a ball, crying and uncomfortable.

How can she go to school like this, she is soaked all over, her schoolbag and books are also wet, and now she is a soup chicken, and her classmates don't like her, appearing next to them like this, as if she is a clown, just a joke.

She couldn't afford to lose this person, although her pride was shattered by the middle-aged man's injury.

She wants to go home and find a place where no one is around.

Of course, she had cried enough now, but her vulnerability was habitually hidden.

She picked up her umbrella and stuffed the book into her bag.

She went home with an umbrella.

She wanted to go back decently.

She's going back to sleep, she's not in the mood to go to school anymore.

She walked with heavy steps, and she felt the running water of the schoolbag she was carrying.

She walked to the neighborhood and she opened the dark door.

Pulled on the lights.

She took a hot shower and wiped her hair.

She wears a pajamas.

The bag hung in the doorway, still dripping.

She's tired, turn off the lights, she's going to sleep, use sleep to heal herself.

The rain was still falling outside, and it was getting more and more and heavier, and the sky was still so dark.