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Monday

An Linyu came out of the alley of Bochuan and walked through the rugged path with his head down and turned into the block.

The sunlight is scattered in the glass window of the corner flower shop, the flowers are beautiful with water droplets, and this small street is full of the fragrance of flowers from this old store in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The blue and white school uniform was very bloated on her An Linyu, An Linyu raised her head to look at the flowers in the flower shop, and lowered her head again.

Another corner was a private clinic for several years. And today, when the door was opened, An Linyu was slightly surprised. Look into the room.

"Is that you?" The voice came from behind, An Linyu turned his head and frowned: "You? ”

This person is the young male doctor who said a few days ago that An Linyu had depression. The doctor wanted to say something kindly, but seeing that An Linyu didn't like it in his heart, he sighed slightly and turned the things in his arms upside down.

"Come in and sit down when you have time, this is my brother's clinic, and I will work here in the future." The doctor walked in with a bag of things.

An Linyu was stunned and left without saying a word. She suddenly felt a little annoyed that she had taken this path, and that it might be time for her to go to and from school in a different way.

Yes, another way.

Twisting and turning, An Linyu walked alone on the road. The faint black shadow is her, and the plain and unjoyed and sad is also her. She walked alone on the road and got used to it.

When I arrived at the school gate, the gold-plated words of Bochuan Elementary School were shining in the warm morning sun, and they looked really warm.

But she can't warm An Linyu's heart now, she hates here, the people here, the things here, and everything here.

As soon as she stepped into one foot, she could feel that she had reached purgatory.

"Here comes the dead fat pig......"

"She's weird enough"

"If I'm like her, I'll die"

An Linyu hates these whispers, is she really ugly? No, it's ordinary, it's just that good-looking people say she's ugly, and ordinary people say she's ugly. It seems to be a kind of deformed aesthetics, standing on the spire of the tower and saying to the crowd below the tower, 'The xxx among you is ugly', and the people under the tower say that she is ugly no matter how she is.

An Linyu told herself that she couldn't hear it. Tighten the strap of the school bag and walk in, the calf muscles are trembling, if ...... How nice it would be if a meteor fell and killed all the disgusting people.

There were whispers all the way, An Linyu endured the gossip, and suddenly remembered a girl, that girl had walked into the school just like she is now, she looked at the helpless ordinary girl had some pity, yes, she had pity on the ordinary, poor study girl. whispered in the crowd: "Actually, she's not ugly." ”

At that time, many people despised her, until the girl changed schools, and these children, who were still in elementary school, pointed the finger at her who had said that the girl was not ugly, the same scene, the same words, the same bystanders, the perpetrators, and the different victims.

She remembered that the girl had been autistic, and now she was silent. After An Linyu was treated coldly, she thought about such an ending, but in the end she didn't want to, she didn't dare, she didn't dare to be autistic, if she was autistic, her relatives would criticize her even more.

"Don't say it......" An Linyu's voice was drowned out by one mockery after another, and the person who wanted to say a fair word turned and left.

No one is cowardly and will not give up on himself for the sake of a person.

This school, that's it, it's the cleanest and most disgusting place.

An Linyu walked up the stairs to his classroom.

If you don't want to listen to it, you can leave, An Linyu can only do it here.

An Linyu went up to the teaching building and looked at her class from the window, the class was very quiet, and she wondered in her heart.

An Linyu glanced around, there was no one, the sun was shining, she frowned, stood at the door, hesitated, and was just about to turn around when someone pushed her, just broke into the door, and was caught off guard.

The owner of that hand held up his phone, the corners of his mouth hooked up at an angle.

What are they going to do? An Linyu thought

"...... Uproar"

"Bang ......" a large red plastic bucket bone swirls on the floor until it stops.

An Lin fish was doused with an unknown liquid.

An unidentified scarlet liquid kept pouring down his body.

In an instant, An Linyu understood that they were not pinning their fun on words, they had found a new way to trick her.

The quiet people burst into shrill laughter, leaning forward and backward, the thugs yelling, and they took wild pictures with their mobile phones, as if to keep the redundant picture for a long time.

An Linyu wiped her eyes, the smell of fish in the air was very strong, and she covered her face and squatted down at a loss.

"Stop shooting," An Linyu said. Her tone was very humble, humble to the dust, she had been swallowing her anger here and getting used to it, and the whole person became cheap, and it seemed to become a habit to be submissive, and she couldn't help it, she couldn't help but put herself in the dust for them to trample on.

And the group of children laughed. The shooting is getting more and more energetic.

"Stop filming...... Stop shooting...... Don't shoot," An Linyu's voice couldn't stir up a wave in the middle of this group of people

"Stop shooting, what are you going to do!"

They can't hear that what's in the flash is the best thing they're obsessed with.

"Stop shooting!" An Linyu clenched his schoolbag and threw it out: "I told you to stop shooting!" ”

The bag flew into the face of a boy who was slapping hard, and the bag fell off, and the boy's nose was bleeding.

The shouting was gone. The boy squatted down with his nose covered, and the twelve-year-old boy began to cry.

"Anlin fish! We're just playing with you, as for you! The other boy threw his phone on the table in a fit of rage.

An Linyu smiled and turned around calmly.

"Anlin Fish ......"

"Anlin fish! You...... If you dare to do it, you dare to do it! ”

An Linyu stopped, picked up the bucket and smashed it to the ground, the sound was so loud that they were startled.

"What would I not dare! Rabbits bite when they're in a hurry! ”

An Linyu turned around and went to the bathhouse. Tears fell when I turned around.

She is really not afraid of these individuals, she knows what the school will do, what the class teacher will do. They will whitewash things too much, without a trace of them, and maintain the good reputation of this century-old school.

These farces, the grievances she suffered, and the people she injured will all be whitewashed and cleaned......

An Linyu felt the strange gaze and went into the bathhouse, she just didn't want to, she didn't want her parents to know all this, she didn't want to hear her father's sigh of loss. She just wants to read calmly, today's basket is very big, but somehow, she wants to laugh, she wants to spit out a breath.

（2）

An Linyu wore another school uniform and wiped her long hair. Out of the bathhouse, two lovely girls ran in front of me, wearing red scarves and panting: "An Linyu, the principal is looking for you"

An Linyu tied up his hair very casually, but the hair still fell to the tail vertebrae: "Let's go"

An Linyu walked very steadily, and politely stood at the door of the principal and knocked on the door.

"Come in"

An Linyu closed the door after entering

On one side stood the boy's mother, and on the other stood her homeroom teacher.

The principal visited An Linyu on his mobile phone: "Call your parents and ask them to solve this matter"

An Linyu picked up the mobile phone silently, found the emergency call, and pressed "110" very calmly

The head teacher kept looking at An Linyu and snatched An Linyu's mobile phone.

"Alas! Alas! Alas! What are you doing! She hurt my son, why don't you, the head teacher, let her call your parents," said the boy's mother.

The head teacher had a bad face and spread his mobile phone on the table, with "110" on it

"What are you doing here!" The principal said, looking at An Linyu with angry eyes, An Linyu didn't look up: "Before solving these, let's solve the things in the class" An Linyu paused and looked at the boy's mother: "The matter of splashing pig's blood, and the matter of taking pictures"

The principal was stunned, and An Linyu continued: "Four years ago, I heard that a law was promulgated, what is the "Juvenile Protection Law", right? This constitutes bullying, right? ”

The boy's mother was stunned: "They are just joking with you!" ”

"I'm just joking with them, don't I just lose a bag? I didn't see it" An Linyu continued to hang his head: "Call the police, I don't have any skills, it's no problem to find sixty or seventy bullies." My parents are not in the local area either, my grandparents are at home, and it is impossible for me to call them. ”

Boy's mother: "My son was injured by you!" Still in the hospital! Your parents are not here, how can you compensate? ”

"Compensation? Then let's make this matter public, I will compensate you for your medical expenses, you will compensate us for mental damages, and by the way, see if the juvenile protection law protects me or your son in this case. An Linyu logged in to his QQ on the principal's mobile phone, and spread the photos and videos of the boy posted on the QQ group in front of the head teacher, parents and the principal.

"It looks like it's okay," An Linyu muttered: "The photo is sent quickly"

The head teacher looked at An Linyu with a smile, An Linyu didn't raise her head, she handled this matter very inappropriately.

Mom and Dad will know.

"Aunt Li, I'm a child, if you think I'm not capable of handling it, let my parents know, okay, don't be at peace at school, and don't be at peace with you! We are old and settled, in the words of my grandfather, there is no one who is a bad seed! An Linyu looked at Aunt Li and glanced at the principal.

The head teacher narrowed his eyes, An Linyu wiped his eyes: "I'm fed up, I put up with them, endure them to the extreme, I don't mind with the help of legal means, a litter of lawyers, we can still pay the legal fees." ”

"Who are you talking cruel to, fat pig" Aunt Li grabbed An Linyu's clothes.

An Linyu broke free and glanced at the principal and Aunt Li: "Why is the lower beam crooked?" The upper beam is not right! Aunt Li, good cultivation, good tutor, good civilization! When the child is rotten, it is rotten at the root. ”

An Linyu turned around and left.

As for the result, she didn't care. Going to class is the right way to go.

It's been a year, and she still can't stand anything. Endure the calm for a while, take a step back and open the sky.

After the second class, An Linyu was called to the office by the head teacher, speaking of this head teacher, he is not very old, now he is thirty-six seven, but he has mixed with the teaching director, he is not handsome, not tall, not small belly, loves calligraphy, is a very greasy middle-aged man. It's more tactful, but it's really not good to lead a class.

He said that the principal suppressed the matter, hoping that she would not publicize it, and if he lost the money, his parents would still know about it, and hoped that she would tell it on his behalf.

An Linyu ignored the matter.

Ignoring is the consequence, that is, forgetting something, those videos, photos. These videos, photos went viral on the Internet, and many people found it funny and said to bloggers: the more the merrier

Yes, the more the merrier.

……

"It will always become a blooming flower, it can't compete in the world, but it can also add a touch of style, before flowering, there is wind and rain, just endure it" An Linyu finished writing this sentence at the end of the frontispiece, and sent it to Mengqizhang without hesitation.

There is news from the company that the frontispiece is very much in line with the theme of this time, and then modify the sentence to make its meaning more prominent, and remove the three points that have always been implicit, and then the manuscript can be passed. An Linyu didn't want to write the frontispiece, but Mengqizhang wanted her to try, so she tried, and she was only responsible for a short story. Unexpectedly, the first draft of the frontispiece received a good response, and it was finalized.

An Linyu was bored waiting, and after watching the TV series for a while, Mengqizhang sent a message, and An Linyu frowned

The message said: The last sentence feels a little tired.

An Linyu taps on the keyboard and finally empties it.

Tired? Anlinyu walked to the small garden, in early summer, the flowers bloomed just right, and the evening breeze was slightly cool. She looked up at the dark night sky, quiet but heavy.

Really, what happened during the day is vivid, and the bucket of pig blood splashed is really a heart-chilling one, much cooler than dinner on a summer night, and it has the feeling of deep winter.

How does she feel, she doesn't look like a child anymore, obviously, she is only twelve years old, yes, she is crazy enough, writing novels, making money, criticizing this society, and hating everything that is not good.

An Linyu smiled bitterly, maybe she thought too much, and then gradually became a habit, and gradually she became farther away from people, forgetting the feeling of living in the world.

……

At that time, Mengqizhang lowered his eyes, looked at a thick address book under the dim desk lamp, sighed with a headache, he calmly pushed up his eyes hanging on the bridge of his nose, operated the wheelchair with one hand to turn to his office, manipulated the button into the office, and turned to the desk. There was only Zhang Qimeng in the empty class cubicle, and almost all of his good colleagues got off work at this time, only Peng Wanming did not leave.

Zhang Qimeng sighed, approached the light and continued to investigate. The names on the address book are very messy, many of them are people who just submit a manuscript once, and Zhang Qi dreams of beating people, so he can only suppress his anger and look at it.

Zhang Qimeng's serious appearance is very charming. His facial features are already very three-dimensional, giving people a cold and glamorous feeling when he is calm, and if he laughs, he will definitely give people a cute feeling.

He rubbed through the address book and eventually found the mobile phone number of the fish bell in his computer in the Y column.

He took a long breath in his wheelchair, spun around his chair a few times, and rested for a moment, or something to think about.

Wang Ai dragged his slippers, the sound of the slippers on the ground was very lazy, he came up from the first floor with a cup of tea and a plastic bag, and put it on Zhang Qimeng's table: "I bought the food and drink." ”

Wang Ai is very bohemian, Zhang Qimeng describes him like this. But people are more reliable and more careful. Zhang Qimeng described him like this.

"Let's eat" Wang Ai spread the rice on the table, broke off the disposable chopsticks, picked up a piece of sushi, and ate very unimpressively.

Zhang Qimeng took out his mobile phone and dialed An Linyu's number. On the one hand, it is also very unimpressive to eat.

"Who to call? Do you want to stay and check your address book? Wang Ai asked

"Fish bells."

"Huh? Then why didn't you say it earlier, I have her mobile phone number, QQ number, and WeChat ID. Wang Ai said. The expression was very confused.

Zhang Qimeng rubbed his eyes: "Wang Ai, you are dead." ”

"Boss, you didn't ask!" Wang Ai smiled bitterly, yes, this master is silent, and he can blame others.

（3）

An Linyu came out of the small garden, found the mobile phone, saw an unfamiliar number, and hung up in seconds.

Zhang Qimeng was very confused: "She won't answer? ”

"Use my hit, guarantee to pass." Wang Ai muttered inexplicably and spread the phone on Zhang Qimeng's desk.

Zhang Qimeng dialed out the letter and doubt

At that time, An Linyu picked up the phone again, and Wang Ai was displayed on the screen, so he picked up the phone: "Hey? Feed? ”

Wang Ai snatched the phone from Zhang Qimeng's hand: "Hey, Xiaoyu? ”

"Brother Wang Ai, what's the matter?"

"You have to ask my boss, he has something to do with you, it's the fourth child, Mengqizhang" Wang Ai handed the phone to Zhang Qimeng

Zhang Qimeng took the phone: "Hmm...... I'm a dream."

An Linyu was slightly startled: "Huh? What's up? ”

"You'd better change that article, right? I don't think it's quite right. Zhang Qimeng tried his best to keep his voice soft, so as not to show his ruthlessness in the office.

"Hmm...... Come to think of it, I encountered something myself, and I guess it was too emotional when I wrote it. An Linyu said cautiously, his voice very uncomfortable.

"My phone number is the Xiamen number just now, you keep it, I'll hang up, wait for you to send it, I'll see if it's okay."

"Okay, I'll see later, I'm not in a good mood now, I'll change it later."

"Well, okay, hang up." Zhang Qimeng handed the mobile phone to Wang Ai: "Eat." ”

"That's it?" Wang Ai asked.

"Or else? Waiting for the food to be served? Zhang Qimeng asked rhetorically, paused and said, "She is very contrived."

Wang Ai frowned: "What's the matter?" ”

"Talking is very unnatural, flattering, flattering, cautious, I don't want to deal with it" Zhang Qimeng was full and picked up the thermos cup and drank tea. Leaning his head on the wheelchair, he was very relaxed, and his expression was not so joyful.

Wang Ai was very serious: "She is not sociable and can't speak!" Her circumstances or family are not good. ”

Zhang Qimeng paused: "Why are you telling me." ”

"You want to know her, your eyes say."

Zhang Qimeng was actually said by Wang Ai. He really wanted to know An Linyu, not how well her article was written, but the feeling in the article was very uncomfortable, and he wanted to know what she was talking about and why she was saying it in the article. But when talking to her, you feel very aggrieved when you talk to Lin Daiyu.

Wang Ai stopped his chopsticks and leaned on the back of the chair with Erlang's legs crossed: "Language is the most torturous, kill a person, just say ugly things to her." That's what she said, her homeschooling was old-fashioned...... No, it's not, it's not that good anyway, when I was next door to her house, I heard her mother scold her, shameless little deflated three, losing money...... Heard everything. She has had poor language communication since she was seven years old, and she has a very withdrawn personality. ”

“……”

"I don't want to say too much, she's a very nice girl, very kind, a little bit heartfelt towards people, sometimes really virgin. Definitely not contrived. Wang Ai stared at Zhang Qimeng's eyes seriously.

"How do you know?" Zhang Qimeng glanced at Wang Ai.

"More than that, I know her name is An Linyu, sixth grade, and her studies are average." Wang Ai paused: "I am her neighbor, I am his brother's buddy, I introduced her to the fox to know...... And ......"

"Forget it, not interested...... As long as she writes well now, I can't care about Andy Li and He Hong in charge of my affairs in the future. I'll go to Hakawa in a few days. Zhang Qimeng said.

"Put... Harukawa?? What are you doing there! Wang Ai was surprised.

"The conflict between the fox and his father, no one in the company went, so I had to go." Zhang Qimeng smiled bitterly, he left Xiamen to go to Bochuan, he didn't want to, but there was no one to protect the fox, so he could only go.

Wang Ai pondered for a while: "That...... I want to go back first, my family has an accident, and I wanted to take a leave of absence a few days later, but you want to go, I'll go and take care of it first. I can't come back for a while. Wang Ai stood up.

"Okay, there you go." Zhang Qimeng smiled slightly and turned off the light in the compartment.

Wang Ai pushed Zhang Qimeng and walked slowly down the street back to the apartment.

The two of them didn't say anything along the way, but Wang Ai took care of Zhang Qimeng wholeheartedly

……

"Ah......" An Linyu woke up from the nightmare, panting heavily, the dream was not very good, she was still at school in the dream, and their cold words. In her dreams, her dreams kept falling, and she was cowardly in her dreams.

Dreams, like a shackle, locked her hands and feet, fiddling with her emotions.

An Linyu took a deep breath, looked at the white moonlight outside the window, tears crossed in the frozen expression, An Linyu hung her head and back quickly undulated, and when she raised her head again, An Linyu's crying expression was very hideous, desperately biting her arm, she especially wanted to breathe through her mouth, but she was afraid that when she opened her mouth, she would cry noisily.

An Linyu has collapsed like this countless times.

At that time, Zhang Qi dreamed of getting up at night and was very confused when he saw Wang Ai sitting on the balcony. He has never sacrificed his sleep to enjoy the wind and snow. Where are you sitting today?

Zhang Qimeng got closer, his mobile phone was glowing, and the sound of Zhang Qimeng's wheelchair sliding across the floor was heard by Wang Ai: "You woke up, just sit with me for a while." ”

Zhang Qimeng pulled the wheelchair next to Wang Ai.

Wang Ai handed the phone to Zhang Qimeng: "Take a look." ”

Zhang Qimeng took the phone.

The scarlet scene turned, it was a quiet classroom, and the camera looked around for a while, very calmly, and finally fixed on the door

On the door is a red bucket.

There are things in the red bucket, which can be seen by the light.

A chubby girl with long pigtails was pushed through the door. How can you tell? As the door unfolded, a boy raised his arm.

Zhang Qimeng closed her eyes, not knowing how to describe her expression, blaming herself, being afraid, and resigning herself to her fate.

The red bucket was poured with blood. Zhang Qimeng was very surprised, he thought that this was at most a bucket of water, which was already the bottom line of these children's evil.

What surprised Zhang Qimeng even more was that everyone laughed, everyone patted her, the quiet classroom was a joke, and the teenagers and girls of eleven and twelve took pictures very happily.

She stood in red, pleading, bowing her head, cowardly retreating until she erupted.

"Show me what this is for." Zhang Qimeng threw the phone to Wang Ai, and Wang Ai put it on the table: "She is a fish bell, that is, An Linyu." The one that was splashed with blood. What happened today, I asked her why she didn't choose to confess, and she said that confession was useless. ”

Zhang Qimeng frowned: "So, this is what the last sentence of her work means?"

"Maybe" Wang Ai sighed and paused: "Do you know why I gave up starting a business and followed you as a little assistant?" ”

Zhang Qimeng shook his head, Zhang Qimeng also wanted to know, every time he asked, he always said that he was willing to cover up the past.

Wang Ai smiled bitterly, and then looked at Zhang Qimeng who was side by side: "When I was in high school, I followed my father to Gansu Province to your city, I didn't study well, they all bullied me and looked down on me, you won't look down on me for my bad grades, you are the only one who didn't mock me and was willing to be close to me." ”

Zhang Qimeng smiled: "At that time, I was not popular, I was often sneered at, and I couldn't bear to see you like that." ”

"So when you were admitted to Fudan, I was also sad for a while, but when I heard that you have the qualifications to study outside the school and that you and the fox started a business, I came over as an assistant, thank you." Wang Ai paused: "It's still difficult for me to get out of their attacks now, follow you, every time I think of those words, I can feel better, the language hurts the most, but, Xiaoyu ......"

"She'll be fine"

"I hope so, this sensitive and suspicious little girl must have carried all this, I can't help it. When I asked her, she said coldly, "Mind your." ”

Zhang Qimeng raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, his expression was very light, but he revealed a trace of pity. School violence, many people talk about it, everyone is worried about whether they will become a victim, but forget that they will become a perpetrator, language is the most direct catalyst

Zhang Qimeng pulled back his chair and turned off Wang Ai's mobile phone: "Then protect her and enlighten her, don't see the regrets in us." ”

Wang Ai smiled: "You are still the most emotional." ”

"Come on, I'm a big devil who can't deduct wages at every turn."