It was still dark outside, the wind was blowing fiercely, the yellowed leaves soaked in the rain smelled of rotting, and the rain hit the dirt and became a whirlpool.

Iro woke up.

She threw her soaked clothes and bag in the bathroom.

Her eyes were still very rosy, and her nose was a little breathless.

Her paper wiped her eyes and her rosy nose.

The door was blown by the wind.

She heard the tick of raindrops on the window pane.

She doesn't want to go to school today.

Her heart was filled with sorrow.

She ran to the bathroom to look at her phone and purse.

She unzipped the book, the book was so wet that she could wring out the water, and the phone, her favorite white phone, was too soaked by the rain to turn on.

She wiped the water droplets on her phone and wanted to turn it on and send a text message to the teacher.

But no matter how I pressed the opening button above, there was still no response.

She slumped on the floor of the bathroom.

The ground was very cold, and she didn't feel a trace of warmth in her heart, which made her feel cold even more, but she didn't reject this feeling, the more the better, and she was tortured to death by this cold.

She cried just thinking about it.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and her clothes, and she cried very sadly, and the feeling of helplessness and helplessness enveloped her.

Am I worthy to live in this world? Am I worthy of school?

She asked herself, over and over again.

What's the point of being alive, to be tortured, to be talked about by the neighbors? Alive, treated indifferently by your classmates? Or is it being chased by a father's debts?

She cried more and more sadly, as if there was no hope.

She put down the phone, hugged herself, and curled up in a circle.

Only her tears are warm and warm.

Her pain seemed to have drained her soul, leaving only an empty body, feeling the endless cold.

But if life is really like this, and there is no hope, then it should be the greatest despair of Iro.

You can have nothing, but you can't have no faith.

Her belief was to escape.

Escape from this place of gossip, escape from this place that torments her.

That was her only hope alive.

She must not let her faith be shattered, no matter how hard it may be.

She stood up and wiped her tears.

She threw the school uniform into the washing machine, and the white phone was placed on the table in the room.

She put hot water in the tub.

The hot water in the bathtub was emitting white smoke, and the white mist was ethereal, and Iruo felt that she felt the warmth together.

She stripped naked and soaked in the bathtub.

The warm current wrapped around her body, and she felt the temperature of the hot water.

She held her breath and burrowed her head into the tub, her hair floating on the tub, and she wanted to vent all the bad memories in the water.

Why did she keep dwelling on all those bad things?

Why was she angry with that uncle? Whatever you want, whatever you want, as long as you can get out of here, whatever it is.

She poked her head out and took a deep breath, it felt so good to be breathing.

She sighed, looking at the white mist, she thought of her mother, of the beautiful woman.

But what can I do if I think about my mother, isn't she being bullied? But you're used to it, aren't you? Since I was a child, I have suffered more than I can count, but all the unhappiness I have endured by myself.

There are no people around her who can help her, and the only person who can help her is herself.

How she envies others for having a mother, the love of their parents, and the company of their parents, but she doesn't have any of them.

She thought of Ling Chen, that young man, only his smile was still so beautiful.

I feel that I am not worthy of him, I have nothing, and I have nothing to do except study.

But you have to study hard, otherwise I am afraid that I will not have the opportunity to go out in this life.

She was afraid to stay here for the rest of her life, and it was worse than beating her and scolding her.

She can endure anything unhappy, but she can't lose her dignity and backbone.

She's such an arrogant person, like her father, but she keeps her mouth shut.

She got dressed and came out of the bathtub, she took the hanger and propped up her clothes and hung them on the balcony.

She blew on her wet hair, she picked up the book in her handbag and used a hair dryer to vaporize the water, which became dry and crumpled.

Some fonts are no longer legible, forget it, don't blow it, the fonts are spent like this, don't want it.

Iro tosses the book in the trash at home.

She opened her cabinet and looked at her pocket money, and some to buy again tomorrow.

But tomorrow I have to repair the phone, and it will be a big expense.

I'm afraid I have to save some pocket money.

Iroh looked at it and put the pocket money back in its original place.

The sky was eerie, like black oil paint splashing in the air.

Ling Chen went to the classroom after eating.

He also brought two bottles of yogurt for Iro.

He waited for this little cutie to come over for class.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't come, and the class was full, and the table that loved to sleep was also sitting next to him.

Chen Yao ate in her seat.

"It's almost class, why haven't you come to the table yet?" Ling Chen asked Chen Yao, who was eating cookies.

"She's sometimes late, maybe she's up late today." Chen Yao stuffed the remaining biscuits into her mouth.

Ling Chen was a little anxious to wait, he didn't know when she would enter the class.

Then be patient and wait a little longer.

Someone in the class began to endorse the book, and the sound of talking and endorsement was in the air.

The head teacher is here.

She pushed her glasses and looked around.

If Yi Ruo didn't come, this girl wouldn't be late again.

Forget it, wait for her to come to class and talk to her.

The morning reading was almost over, and Ling Chen panicked.

Nothing will happen, right? Or did she take a leave of absence?

He waited anxiously for her.

But she still didn't show up, and there were only her old books on the table.

The morning reading was almost over, and the head teacher looked at Iruo's desk as it was still empty.

Just make a phone call to Iro, but it says the phone you made is turned off.

Why did this kid's mobile phone turn off, why didn't he answer the phone, did something happen? But it stands to reason that I should have come over to ask for leave, why didn't I say a word.

The head teacher was a little worried, and she called Yiruo's father again, but no one answered.

Forget it, don't call.

She walked up to Chen Yao.

"Did Iruo say she wasn't coming to class today? Chen yao. ”

"Didn't say."

"Okay, it's okay, you can continue studying."

Forget it, let's wait for her to come and figure out the ins and outs of things.

The homeroom teacher left the classroom.

Ling Chen was even more flustered, yesterday we were happily going out to play together, why didn't you come to class today?

I also sent a message to Iro.

But Iroh just wouldn't reply.

Ling Chen looked at the still dark gray sky outside.

Here, let's ask again, it's too worrying.

Ling Chen looked out the window.

Iro was hungry.

She opened the refrigerator and found some noodles inside, and a few eggs.

She scrambled the eggs, put a tomato, ordered the noodles, and ate a bowl.

Now she is full and not hungry.

It's much warmer.

She lay down on the bed again, wrapped tightly in the quilt.

She wants to sleep and forget about the unhappy things.

It's still raining outside.

Iro thought about a lot of things.

Slowly, she entered the dream.

The rain is still falling, and it is getting heavier and heavier.