In the summer of 2009, Fang Chuchu was going through the college entrance examination.

A week before the big exam, it stands to reason that he could not stay in school, but Fang Chuchu did not tell his father the news in time, but only told his father to come to school the day before the exam to move things. Sure enough, her father came, and invited her home to stay. At that time, my mother had already come to accompany the exam, of course, she had to refuse. She looked at her father's sincerity and expectation, but just said, "Is Guoguo good?" "Guoguo is my father's own son, who is less than a year old." He's very good, he's been learning to talk lately, and he's called his sister! Father smiled happily, Fang Chuchu knew that it was happiness, so she smiled and said, "Dad, I want to rent a hotel near the examination room." "Are you doing it alone?" Father said with concern. Fang Chuchu lowered her head and looked at the pair of Beijing cloth shoes that her mother bought for her five years ago on her feet, the color had long since changed due to years of washing, but the oil stain on it was still shallow and bright, Fang Chuchu bit her lip, "Classmate accompany me." "After all, I didn't say my mother.

From beginning to end of that day, his father was sorting out alone, and Fang Chuchu was back to being the little princess in the past. Pampered by her dear dad all day long. She was lucky to have such a father, and now she is content to have such a father. Before leaving, his father's big hand pressed on the top of Fang Chuchu's head, warm and steady, and he heard his father say, "Let's go." He was laughing, but his voice was shaking.

Seeing off his father, Fang Chuchu ran on the track alone with his eyes closed. Her vision was completely dark, but her heart kept moving forward, and she could feel her father's car in front of her. She just had to hurry up and hurry up, catch up with him, let him take her back, let her father take her home.

But suddenly, she fell into an embrace, and the familiar smell of the boy enveloped her. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was the empty playground, and the next second everything was blurred.

"Lin Sen, you let me go!" Fang Chuchu yelled heartbreakingly.

The young man put his arms around her, tightening up his strength a little, without the slightest intention of letting go. He was silent, waiting for her to vent, waiting for her to be quiet, waiting for her to see the tree in front of her. Fang Chuchu knew that she had already deviated from the track, just like she had escaped from her father's world a long time ago. It is you who want to leave, and it is you who regret it now; It was himself who was in a hurry to dodge, and it was he who was crying and chasing after him. Fang Chuchu laughed at himself - it was so stupid and pitiful.

Gradually, the place calmed down, and the young man spoke. The warm breath gently swept over Fang Chuchu's head, and it was like her father's big hand bringing her warmth and steadfastness. Fang Chuchu couldn't help it again, this time, she grabbed the young man's collar and refused to let go.

He said, "Xiao Chu, you must have endured it very hard!" ”

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You must have had a hard time.

didn't suddenly remember this sentence from scratch, the cold wine swept past the tip of the numb tongue and suddenly changed the taste, Fang Chuchu only felt - bitter, bitter in his heart trembled. So she couldn't help it, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and they met her jaw unexpectedly.

In front of the six big men, Fang Chuchu cried after all. But she was still drinking.

The manager still has humanity, snatched the wine from her hand, and turned to the well-dressed man and said: "Enough is enough, the newcomer is not sensible, Mr. Lu, you take care of it more......" Stupid, the big guy didn't speak, you said there is a fart! Fang Chuchu looked at the manager pitifully, and immediately took out the last bottle of wine from the box while he was talking, opened it, tilted his head, and poured it.

"Why are you drinking again, you guys go and stop her, she'll die!" As soon as the manager gave an order, three men immediately surrounded Fang Chuchu, trying to take the wine from her hand. But no one dared to touch her, she shook as if she was going to fall to the ground in the next second, and she was so fragile that she only shed tears.

The last bottle was finally drunk, Fang Chuchu took the wine bottle and wanted to put it on the table, but his hands kept shaking, his eyes were not focused, and he couldn't put it down. Finally found a good place to put the bottle, but just as she put it down, she fell to the ground, and at the same time, the bottle rolled down and shattered to the ground—still not steady. The three of them wanted to help Fang Chuchu get up again, but she stood up by herself with the glass slag on the floor. Fang Chuchu had a clear goal, she knew that her task had not been completed, so she endured all the discomfort and crawled to the front of the "Mr. Lu". The manager seemed to know Fang Chuchu's purpose, stopped the three of them, and just waited for what was going to happen next.

Fang Chuchu's vision was blurred, and she couldn't see the face clearly, she only knew that the person was wearing a good-looking suit. So Fang Chuchu grabbed the corner of the good-looking suit, and then slowly lowered her body and wanted to be at eye level with the man, but she underestimated the effect of gravity - Fang Chuchu fell to the ground again, she was too tired. Just knelt down in front of him like this, tugging at his clothes, Fang Chuchu wanted to say, "I'm done drinking, can you sign it?" ”

But this sentence was not spoken, because as soon as he opened his mouth, the raging air penetrated his throat, tempting the food and wine on the esophagus in his stomach, causing them to scratch at the internal organs like crazy, turning over the river and the sea, ready to go, and wanted to gush out of Fang Chuchu's mouth. Picking up the last bit of reason and instinct, Fang Chuchu quickly covered his mouth and rushed out of the door.

Fortunately, she quickly rushed into the bathroom - everyone who met her avoided her in horror, pointing to the place she wanted to go, speaking of which, Fang Chuchu felt that she was still "lucky", and finding the bathroom was like a noble person helping her. Lying on the washstand, Fang Chuchu picked the root of his tongue and vomited round and again, and his stomach acid was almost gone. The disgusting smell, exaggerated voice, and embarrassing movements, the people in the toilet saw her and hurriedly ran away without washing their hands. Even those who wanted to go to the toilet immediately withdrew in a panic as soon as they entered the door and saw her appearance.

No one dared to approach her.

Even she didn't want to see herself at this moment.

Fang Chuchu lowered his head, not daring to look up at the mirror, just staring at the vomit in the pool stirring up the clear water, rolling into the black hole in a whirlpool. She suddenly remembered the bowl of noodles sprinkled with onions and garlic a few days ago, and her nausea came back up, but her stomach was empty, and there was nothing to spit out. Thinking about it carefully, Fang Chuchu seems to have been throwing up, on the toilet at home, in the dim K room, and in the public toilet where no one is there at this moment. What a funeral!

Fang Chuchu wanted to laugh again, but found that the hot tears fell into the sink and then stirred into the black hole.

You must have had a hard time.

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Thinking of this sentence again, more and more tears fell into the pool, like beads with a broken thread—a broken thread that could not be kept. Fang Chuchu swallowed his saliva, his saliva became bitter, his heart was also bitter, and he felt colic for a while. In fact, there is nothing to cry about, no one forced her to drink so much wine, no one bullied her, everything was because of her stubbornness, her sensuality, her impulsiveness. The reason why she cries is also because of her - her vulnerability, her heartache, her unbearable. And all of this was conceived from the preference and protection of that teenager many years ago. I used to think of him as the antidote, but now I think of him as the bitter medicine, and the bitterness like bile soaks her heart inch by inch.

You must have had a hard time.

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Fang Chuchu didn't want to endure it anymore, she closed her eyes tightly to prevent tears from falling, and slowly clenched the hand holding the pool platform. Then she lost her support and collapsed. When she fell to the ground, Fang Chuchu suddenly woke up - she was going out to negotiate with the man, and she couldn't give up if her task was not completed. So she struggled to her feet, staggered a few steps, and as she approached the door, she grabbed the doorknob and pushed it gently, and actually slid down against the door—she locked herself in the bathroom and didn't go out again.

Fang Chuchu really thought it through - now she is even disgusted with herself, why would she go out and provoke others? She was really tired, tired like she had never been before, her body was as heavy as lead, she really couldn't drag it up. Therefore, Fang Chuchu leaned herself against the door and sat on the ground, she thought that she would never get up again.

Gradually, alcohol numbed Fang Chuchu's brain, and in the blur, she actually saw her father walking towards her with her mother, they were calling her "Chu Chu, Chu Chu, come here...... Fang Chuchu leaned her back against the door, half of her body fell on the damp and excrement-stained tile, this time she did not cover her mouth in disgust, but cried out loud in hysterical tears. She was too tired, she was pretending to be too hard, and she was too uncomfortable all over.

"Fang Chuchu! Fang Chuchu! You're right in there? Open the door......"

"Fang Chuchu, don't cry, we don't blame you, the manager knows that you have done your best......"

"Fang Chuchu! I can't spend any more time with you, if you open the door and I'll find someone to send you back, okay? ……”

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"Fang Chuchu? Still listening? This is a hundred dollars and my contact information, I will hand it to you from under the crack in the door, call me if you have anything...... We really walked ......."

The world has finally quieted down. The man outside the door shouted no more, and he was gone; The people in the door stopped crying, and she fell asleep. All the strength had been consumed, and Fang Chuchu quickly fell asleep.

Only, there are no dreams without them; It's good that there are no dreams without them.