Meng Ling saw that he didn't want to talk more, so she didn't ask this question more. "It's a little strange to call your brother at your age, it's okay to call you Uncle Sun?"

Sun Hai suddenly approached her, and whispered with a smile: "Yes, then I, can I call you Mengling?" Mengling, are you interested in going on a date with me tonight? ”

Meng Ling put away her clothes and said silently, "Please don't do this." ”

Sun Hai laughed twice, touched his head and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this kind of sweet conversation is really a long time coming." Thank you so much, Miss Mengling.

Your house is right in front, right? That house is really magnificent, although it is not as big as the big mansion in the corner of Qingshan, but it is really rare to see in this small place. ”

Soon when they got home, Sun Hai greeted them loudly, saying that their baby daughter was coming home from vacation.

Meng Ling looked at him, and an indescribable feeling arose in her heart. Why is this person so cheerful? His age should be not young, but because of his energetic personality, she can't help but feel that this person is not yet 30 years old.

Soon, the sliding door was gently opened, and a middle-aged man with an old-fashioned face wore his eyes and glanced at the two. Sun Hai greeted him warmly, and Meng Ling stood there, silent.

This person is naturally Meng Ling's father. He nodded slightly at Sun Hai, and immediately glanced at Meng Ling, without any special change in expression, and said to Sun Hai that he had worked hard and turned around and returned to the house.

Sun Hai retracted his vigorously waved hand and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Uh, Mr. Li doesn't seem to like to see me with you, huh? I also want to praise him for Miss Mengling's heroic performance. ”

Meng Ling gently took the suitcase, bowed slightly to him, and said, "Thank you for sending me home." You really don't have to worry about today's affairs. It may seem strange to say this, but your father's attitude has nothing to do with you. Then goodbye Uncle Sun, be careful on the road. ”

Sun Hai silently watched Meng Ling carry the suitcase up the corridor with some difficulty, and quietly walked into the back of the house, with a certain light flashing in his eyes. He sighed softly and staggered out of Mengling's house with his hands in his pockets.

"Really, the more sensible the child, the more distressing it is......"

Walking into the house, Mengling saw her mother chopping vegetables in the kitchen, chatting with her father sitting on the sofa watching TV from time to time.

"I'm back." Meng Ling said softly.

Her father was still watching TV, and her mother looked up at her, mumbled, and continued to cut vegetables.

Meng Ling lifted her suitcase and walked slowly up the stairs of the house - her room was on the second floor. At this moment, a cold gaze that made her uncomfortable shot like a blade.

It is Mengling's younger brother, Li Menglong. He had his hands in his pockets and was about to descend the stairs. Meng Ling pulled open the suitcase and leaned to the side to make way for him.

"...... It's dirty. Li Menglong glared at her in disgust, and bumped into her as he passed by.

The mother couldn't look at it, "Xiaolong, don't swear." ”

"Mom, aren't you going to eat yet? I'm done with all five sets of questions, and I'm starving. ”

"Really? It's really a good son of a mother, are you doing it right? ”

"Needless to say, none of the questions are wrong!"

"Huh...... Awesome, it's good right away, sweet and sour pork ribs you like to eat in a while. ”

"Xiaolong, victory is not arrogant or defeated, Dad has told you many times, right?"

"Don't worry, Dad, I'm confident that I'll win the first place in next month's math competition. By no means pride. ”

"Well, that's good."

Back in the bedroom, my room was still the same, nothing had changed. Meng Ling took out a new white cotton kaftan and a pair of gray trousers from the cabinet, put the suitcase next to the bed, and went into the bathroom to take a hot shower.

She rinsed her body carefully, maybe the water was too hot, Meng Ling felt a faint tingling pain in her chest, and her eyes gradually blurred. Mengling, you're an adult. After the age of 14, she often told herself this in the bathroom and encouraged herself.

But this time, she said it five, ten, several times, and her chest was still aching, and tears were slowly flowing down like a sigh after all. In the past two years, she has become familiar with most indifference, and she thought that she could deal with it calmly and would never feel sad again.

Half a year later, that little expectation turned into the coldest and sharpest blade, mercilessly piercing the deepest wound in her heart.

"I saw and walked into a cave. It is a place that connects countless worlds, where there is me, there is you, there is night and day. I was there, losing myself. ”

At the beginning of the second chapter of "Forbearance", she wrote this sentence.

A few days later, after calling Zhang Hang, Meng Ling and he agreed to meet at noon at the entrance of the elementary school, where there was a small restaurant with a long history. It's called "Hometown Restaurant". It's an old couple who have been in business.

Meng Ling changed into a specially prepared white floral dress, and when she walked to the hall, her parents and younger brother were there, watching TV together. The banana cookies I bought were unpacked, and I was lying alone in the corner of the coffee table.

After picking up the backpack straps, Meng Ling whispered a word and went out to meet a friend, then walked through a silence and arrived at the entrance. Mom looked at the TV and suddenly said, "A reporter came to you and made an appointment for you to meet him this afternoon." ”

Xiaolan just put on the white sandals and raised her head, with some puzzlement in her eyes. "What journalist?"

"It seems to be about your new book."

"But I didn't write any new books."

The mother's face was a little unnatural, and the younger brother suddenly turned his head and said expressionlessly: "I thought you would write a new book, so I said that you were writing." It's a hassle to explain, so you can tell him yourself. ”

Meng Ling was a little incredulous, "Why is this happening...... If you find it troublesome, can you say no? How can I explain this to him? ”

The younger brother looked impatient, as if he had been wronged. "Huh? Why do you act like it's my fault? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been harassed by any bullshit reporter while I was working on the questions. If you're dissatisfied, don't let him find it, isn't that the end of it? ”

"I'm not blaming you, I just can't figure it out. Wouldn't it be better to say I didn't know than to panic? ”

The younger brother said angrily: "Who lied! I wrote a book at the age of 14, and it would be normal for anyone to think about writing another book two years later! If you can't write it, don't put the blame on me! ”

"Xiaolong is right. As the eldest daughter, if you have a sense of responsibility, you should write a new book, you know? Now Xiaolong is not as good as ordinary children in school, and after winning the first place in the last national mathematics competition, people will recognize him wherever he goes.

After two years of high school, when he becomes better, if you are still the same as now, do you know what kind of negative impact it will have on your younger brother? As an older sister, you should feel guilty, you know? ”

Meng Ling was speechless. After leaving home, she walked down the road a little distractedly, looking at the misty mountains in the distance, and she gradually remembered why she had climbed the mountain in the first place.

I couldn't bear to flee. That's the original intention. It's where it all began.

The school violence she received at school made her live in despair almost every day, and she didn't know how to get rid of this negative emotion, so she could only choose to be patient, but there was a limit to this.

In the process of being constantly bullied, there was only one thought in her mind - if Zhang was hanging, she would definitely be desperate to protect herself.

But Meng Ling knew very well that she couldn't go home. The father, who valued his face more than anything else, would never listen to her explanations, and would curse her angrily and drive her back to school.

She disobeyed those people, and only more crazy bullying awaited her. An atmosphere that would not allow for resistance would choke her by the neck and make it impossible for her to struggle.

Meng Ling fled to a mountain she had never climbed, aimlessly, fearfully, and crawling on her hands and feet. She listened to the slender branches being tossed by the wind, dangling like ghosts, making strange noises;

She saw some dark creatures that could not see their bodies quickly pass in front of her, making sparse movements; She saw the colorful spots of light fall like powder snow, some on her hair, some on the earth, and turn to dust.

Meng Ling burst into tears, sobbing helplessly, biting her lip and climbing up. She hated that the world couldn't give her an environment to grow up quietly, and she hated those who she had treated with sincerity countless times and didn't want to give her time to grow up.

Before I knew it, the sky was full of mud clouds, and it was raining heavily, and there was a gray wind howling in the forest. As if to laugh at her, it is wrong to say that she is the only one in this world.

"You shouldn't be so weak, you should stand up and show those guys a look!"

It's like they're all saying that. The leader of the class looked at him with disdain, his father glared at him dissatisfied, and the teacher shook his head with a tired expression. Coming back to her senses, Meng Ling found herself walking into a hard, damp cave.

Perhaps, Zhang Hang will look at her with pity and stretch out that hand to her, bringing her a touch of familiar warmth.

"Bullying...... I'm not going to lose to a damn bullying. Her small, white fist kept smashing against the hard stone wall, and even if it became a blur of flesh and blood, her movements did not restrain in the slightest.

In the end, Meng Ling gritted her teeth and leaned against the stone wall, and water droplets gently dripped on her forehead, eyes, and arms. The water droplets were clear and cold, perhaps the tears of the elves.

Blood slowly trickled down her fingers, dripping, diluted by the stream formed by the droplets, and flowing into the winding depths of the cave with no end in sight. A sense of emptiness that seemed to hollow out her internal organs filled her mind.

Meng Ling leaned against the stone wall, crying silently.

"What the hell am I doing......

Zhang Hang, I really miss you. I really want to escape with you to a place where no one knows, I only have you in my world, I don't need to think about boring things, I don't have to squeeze out a smile I don't want to show, just watch you quietly, wait for you to wipe your sweat, and come to hold my hand.

Zhang Hang, your firm figure is the only reason I live.

"How can I see Zhang Hang, how can I support him until I see him again...... Caves, you know? Will you tell me? ”

Meng Ling seemed to gradually feel that her body was becoming lighter, and her vision was blurred. Her voice echoed through the cave like a devotional chant of a saint.

The next moment she opened her eyes, she saw her body leaning against the stone wall. Look into the depths of the cave, where there is nothing. But she felt something beckoning to her, telling her to move forward.

When a person dies, it is said that the soul leaves the body. Is she dead now? Meng Ling thought so, but she didn't feel fear. Instead, there was a burst of relief. It's a cave that no one knows about, and even if she dies, no one will find her and bother her.