The sky was gray, and by the streetlamp at dusk, there stood a lonely figure, and she watched every person coming and going on the street, every time there was a lot of traffic.

In the endless crowd, looking for his own belonging, but every strange friend is unwilling to stop his eyes on this poorly dressed girl.

She wanted to go home, but she didn't dare to go back.

She is a cursed girl, an outcast of God, but even so, she has not given up her rebellion against fate.

Every time she writes hard at the desk, the figure of hard work swaying under the light, is always displayed in her achievements, so her efforts are rewarded.

Everyone always says that giving and getting are equal, and you will get what you give, but in her place, there is only blind spending, and there is no return.

Even though the teachers liked her grades, she couldn't fit in with the so-called "fun" family.

A good student means exclusion and contempt, and it means hypocrisy, so both boys and girls hate her very much.

hated her pretentiousness, hated her efforts, hated everything about her, so teasing and taunting became their game, and the silent Qianling became, the object of their teasing and ridicule.

For example, when Qian Ling raised her hand to answer the question, the boy in the back would use his feet to get the stool to his desk, and then hurt her and sit on the ground violently!

Or during her lunch break, pull her hair from time to time, because she has never dyed her hair and has been born with blue hair.

This can't help but remind them of the blue-haired girl in the news, who is actually talking about Qianling.

Or, when she came to collect her homework, put some cows, crickets, cockroaches and other animals that girls were afraid of in the homework book to pinch her badly, so that Qianling would scream every day.

But so what? And who will help her!

Again and again, I don't know how long it took, the time was getting closer to evening, whether to wait for the dusk when the sun went down, or to hold on, the moment when dawn pierced the night sky.

She chose the latter.

No matter how much she was bullied and scolded, she still looked like she didn't care, sitting in the corner of the bedroom in obscurity as before, smearing her wounds with safflower oil and covering her bloody wounds with a band-aid.

The only thing that can keep her going is the ethereal hope and the smile that encourages her over and over again, even if she doesn't believe it.

The water is like a mirror, and she often stares blankly at the surface of the water, at the little fish that are jumping around, at the shy crab.

What she is most looking forward to is the ringing of the class bell, which will allow her to swim in the ocean of knowledge and learn more things so that she can get ahead in the future.

So the moment she opened the book became her happiest time.

And every time the bell rings at the end of class, it is the beginning of the nightmare.

The constant bullying has brought her the brand of curse, and those who bully her one by one are like the demons with fierce fangs and claws.

But she never shed tears, in the eyes of everyone, she has no heart, but only she knows that tears are of no use at all except endless sarcasm and shame.

Once you get used to this kind of life, you get used to everything.

Every day she still returned to that humble dormitory, and there was always a bottle of water hanging next to her bed, which kept splashing on her bed every night, making it impossible for her to sleep.

Since the doors of the dormitories at that time were not locked, there were special teachers on duty.

So when everyone was asleep, she would come out and sit on the playground that had been full of laughter and laughter, reminiscing about their happy play.

Breathing in this incomparably fresh, airy air that belongs to her, a comfortable breeze, and gently dancing a dance called "Comfort" in her spirit, she unconsciously fell asleep.

What wakes her up every day is the first ray of sunlight, which initially illuminates the darkness, which is extremely dazzling in the eyes of others, but is exceptionally beautiful in her eyes.

She often wonders, what is the difference between herself and others? The same body, the same hands and feet, the same organs! There's no difference, right? This is the answer she gave herself.

But this is a lie she gave herself, she saw that both boys and girls need to go to the toilet, and she doesn't need to.

Humans need a microscope to see bacteria, but she can see them with the naked eye.

Girls come to their aunt to bleed, and she never did.

Boys and girls can easily take off their clothes, and she was born wearing a long blue dress with the smell of the sea, which will grow as she grows, so to speak, this is part of her body.

The girl in the third year of junior high school fantasized about tenderness, but in the end she ended up with an unmarried early pregnancy and left school.

This has already happened twice in their class.

Everyone was ridiculing the two girls for their uncleanness, but they didn't blame the boy for getting the girl pregnant.

For a while, the tone of conversation changed suddenly, and all the classmates' remarks were directed at the two poor girls, which also allowed Qian Ling to relax a little for a while.

On the way home from school, it is always so lonely, whether it is rain or wind, there will be no trace of warmth to accompany her.

Sometimes she forgets to bring an umbrella, and she chooses to spend the night at school, enjoying the strings of beautiful notes brought to her by the storm outside the window.

However, a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness kept staring at her every move.

Those scarlet eyes hide endless hatred and anger.

"Hmph, cold god king! You've tasted the pain too, right? But I won't let you die, I'll torture you in pain after pain! ”

Although Qian Ling couldn't see the big red eyes, he could vaguely hear the incomplete curse.

Maybe she really was a girl cursed by God, she herself acquiesced, but did not compromise.

Moving forward, waiting for the winter ice and snow to melt, and welcoming the birds and flowers of spring, she believes that there will be this day, as long as she persists.

Infinite time, it is always easy to hit people, caught off guard, only a moment of effort, but months have already passed.

Finally, the day that everyone is looking forward to is about to begin, the hard work of the third year of junior high school, the back of reading at night, and the sweat paid silently, finally have an ending on this day.

There are always people who rejoice and people who worry.

Some people are afraid, some people are nervous, some people are confident, and some people don't care.

Qian Ling still just smiled.