Shen Qianzi closed herself in her own small world, and these paper cranes were her most loyal friends.

Xue Aiqin scoffed, "Is it that serious?" ”

"What does it mean to be serious?" Shen Qianzi lowered her waist, leaned into Xue Aiqin's ear and asked softly, "Is it serious because this bottle of paper cranes is dead?" ”

She wasn't born with autism.

Because of her, Xiao Shen Qianzi was a little mentally incomplete, and when Jing Yan and Grandpa Jing were alive, Xiao Shen Qianzi's condition was fine.

Without the protection of her mother and grandfather, she became a person who should not exist in this world.

The family can't tolerate her, the school can't tolerate her, and the society can't tolerate her, as if only her own world can accommodate her.

Her voice was light, ethereal, ethereal, like a hand reaching out of hell to strangle her neck, creepy.

Xue Aiqin turned her eyes to meet Shen Qianzi's dark eyes, and fell into the chair, only to see Shen Qianzi's beautiful pale little face gradually dilated in her pupils.

"Teacher Xue, during the avalanche, not a single snowflake is innocent, but none of them feel guilty."

Xue Aiqin suffered respiratory arrest.

Changed to the previous Shen Qianzi, without this bottle of paper cranes, she would really not be able to live.

Someone outside the classroom couldn't stand it.

"Teacher Xue, it's a bottle of paper cranes, you give it to her!"

"yes, I don't think she'll send it to confession."

"Teacher Xue......"

"Take ...... Take your bottle and go. ”

Shen Qianzi took a thousand paper cranes and left, and everyone around the door of the office involuntarily made a way for her.

She stopped abruptly and glanced around the corner, "Thank you." ”

Guo Yang scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's all in the same class, no, you're welcome." ”

Shen Qianzi left, and someone pushed Guo Yang, "Why don't you have anything to do to help her talk?" ”

Guo Yang looked at Shen Qianzi's back and turned a deaf ear to the complaints around him, "Because I hope that what I bring to people is light and warmth, not the last straw that crushes." ”

……

Smack

Shen Qianzi's glass bottle was shattered.

Crystal glass shards splashed, and the thousand paper cranes were not bound by bottles, and their wings seemed to dance and escaped.

She felt a small shard splash into her heart, and it hurt her.

This is a pain from the original owner, and she is in pain because the sustenance of her soul is gone.

The representative of the English class apologized pretendedly: "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

Shen Qianzi slowly squatted down, pinched the thousand paper crane that fell at his feet, and quietly observed it.

There was a small fragment on the wings of the thousand paper cranes, which cut through Shen Qianzi's delicate skin, and the bright red blood snaked down, forming a strong visual conflict with her snow-white skin.

Drip!

Blood drips on the floor, a very soft sound, but unusually harsh.

The representative of the English class was frightened when he saw her like this, "Are you okay, didn't I just break your bottle, are you?" ”

Shen Qianzi raised her head, her bloodshot eyes frightened her, she covered her heart, and kept retreating until there was no way to retreat.

Shen Qianzi stood up and walked towards her, "Do I look like I'm easy to bully?" ”

The representative of the English class had never seen Shen Qianzi like this, and she was so frightened that her legs were shaking, "No, no, I really didn't mean to." ”

"yes, because you meant it."