Don't meddle in your business.

I don't like to snoop on people, because I think privacy is privacy because once privacy is no longer private, it will be like a filthy thing that stenchs and makes people turn away from it.

When I was fifteen years old, I found out that my uncle had another woman outside behind my aunt's back. I saw him hugging a woman with big red lips kissing, his face was stained with red lipstick, and I couldn't stop my stomach and vomited against the wall. People passing by kindly asked me what was wrong, and I waved my hand with tears in my eyes and said, "It's okay."

I can't believe that Mr. Yes in everyone's eyes, my uncle is such a hypocrite. His kindness to my aunt is fake, and what he shows in his daily life is a fake.

I was silent about it for three years, but he was restless for three years, because after that I saw him go in and out of places of sound more than once when I crossed the street in the street, and I thought I was wrong, but I would have been wrong once, but I could not have been wrong so many times. And I became more and more gloomy because I discovered this unspeakable secret, and my original cheerful personality has changed significantly in the two or three years of silence. Until the end of my college entrance examination, everyone was celebrating my good results.

At the dinner table, everyone was laughing and eating as always. The man smiled and put a piece of meat in my aunt's bowl and said to my aunt with a smile, "This is what you like to eat." ”

Then there was the endless praise from the people at the table.

I slapped my chopsticks on the table with a snap, attracting everyone's attention. I didn't control my temper, because I couldn't control my temper after seeing his fake face. In the past two or three years, because I found out about his ugly deeds, I held back in my heart, and then finally it broke out, and I pointed at him and scolded him in what they considered to be the dirtiest and most vicious language in the world.

Spit on him.

After that, I got a resounding slap in the face, and the slap almost broke my heart. I covered the place where I was beaten, and my face hurt hotly.

I had red eyes, "I saw it with my own eyes, and I didn't lie." ”

She yelled at me, "I won't allow you to slander him like that!" ”

I didn't expect her to be so obsessed, I couldn't help but roar: "I didn't slander him, Zhang Hai has other women outside." ”

It's the first time I've called him that by name.

Instead of showing his panic after I revealed the matter, he saw him smile like a triumphant victor, as if to say: Undocumented, what do you want me to do.

I was furious. I rushed over and grabbed him by the collar and raised my hand to give him a slap. My uncle grabbed my hand and didn't let me behave like this, "Xiaoxi, don't make trouble, haven't you been willful enough?" My uncle questioned me in a loud voice.

His image of Mr. Miyoshi was too deep-rooted, no one believed what I said, they said that the children born and raised after my age were not easy to discipline, and they all looked at me with "unsuccessful" eyes at that time, like a mad dog, unable to suppress my excited temper.

I screamed like crazy and rushed out.

I chose a university far from home. For more than a month during the summer vacation, it was like I was living in a nightmare. The man approached me as hypocritically as before, and asked for my advice on where to eat good food, and where to take my sister and me...... But I can no longer accept him as I used to, and I can no longer treat him as an uncle. I pushed him away, like disgusted with a piece of rotten and smelly meat, and did not appreciate the false affection he deliberately showed for everyone to see.

It's really hypocritical and disgusting to the extreme.

In this way, it seems that he doesn't remember the magnanimity of the villain. He has the strength to forgive me, but I can't forgive him. Because I know it's fake that he forgave me, but it's true that he had an affair. He succeeded in winning the favor of his elders, and I was completely judged to be vexatious and capricious.

The day before I went to report to school, I hid under the covers and wrote a long diary. I turned everything I saw and knew into my thoughts and wrote them down in my diary, and a large part of them was a vicious insult to that man.

When I was done, I locked the journal in a drawer and kept the keys in a small cabinet next to my bed. I shrunk and hid under the covers, my stomach was so uncomfortable that I wanted to vomit, and I couldn't stop wanting to vomit.

Just as I was about to faint in pain from my stomach tossing and trying to vomit, someone shook my shoulder, and I heard someone calling out to me in my ear. With tearful eyes, I turned my head pitifully to see my sister standing by the bed.

"Sister, are you like this?"

"My stomach hurts." I say.

"How can you have a bad stomach? Is it a stomach ache? You've always been in good health, huh? Would you like to get some medicine for you? "She put her hands over my hands and covered my stomach upset.

"Don't," I shook my head, "I think of something disgusting, and my stomach hurts." ”

"Sister, you are like a child, people who care about you can't help but worry about you."

"Are you saying I'm headstrong?" I asked, clutching my stomach.

"No, you mean you're like a child."

That was the last thing I said to my sister before I went to school, and that night, she fell asleep with a stomachache in her arms. In the dark, she and I snuggled up to each other.

My parents took me on the train.

In the waiting room, my mother told me a lot of things I should pay attention to. Dad bought me a bunch of things to eat on the train, and I reached out and took the bag he handed over, and it was heavy. Finally, my mother also mentioned to me that I quarreled with my aunt a month ago because of my uncle's matter, and she said that my aunt was very sad.

I listened absentmindedly, and my mother suddenly aggravated her tone and said, "It's because you're hurting." ”

I bit my lip and didn't speak.

"Call my aunt when I get to school." She straightened the straps of my backpack for me, "You know what? ”

I still didn't speak, just nodded.

I dragged my luggage forward, stopped and looked back to see my father and mother still standing there watching me go away. I turned my head quickly, tears uncontrollable, falling from my eyes, and I wrinkled my nose and inhaled hard.

I know that there are some things, although you can't be trusted, but the people who love you the most will always be your parents.

So, whether I call back to my aunt or not, I think the conversation between me and her will always be about that since that day, and probably it will never stop. It's not that I can't open any pot, but from that moment on, there is a gap between me and her that we can't cross or see.

Because I didn't know what kind of wind I was pumping, I actually refunded the ticket I had set in advance, and after ten or twenty hours by train, I was almost dizzy. After getting off the train, I remembered what my mother had said, and I sent a message to my aunt saying that I was at school. She didn't reply to my messages, and I knew she didn't want to reply to my messages. Because she has always had a habit of always replying to messages sent to her by others as soon as possible, because her uncle once said that her aunt likes to waste phone bills to send several messages and is not willing to spend a minute on the phone if she doesn't understand something.

My aunt also teased my uncle at the time, saying: "What do you know, only when you are old will you call at every turn, and young people like to send messages." ”

At the beginning of the school year, the crowd was surging. The long train journey made my head dizzy. Standing alone in this strange city with my luggage, I was most afraid that this kind of crowded place would make me feel at a loss as to where to go, and I even forgot to go to school. The luggage was squeezed around in the crowd, and it was not easy to walk to a place where there were few people to rest, and I wanted to call my mother to report that she was safe. Someone bumped into me and knocked my phone into the gutter. I reached out and grabbed the culprit who hit me, not only did he apologize, but he wanted to turn a blind eye and leave. With so much strength, I tore a large part of his clothes, revealing the fair and beautiful skin inside.

"What are you doing?" He turned around and glared at me.

I also glared back at him unceremoniously, "You bumped into me, not only did you not apologize, but my phone went into the ditch because you fell into the gutter, and you are responsible." ”

"Are you kidding?" He turned around and smiled contemptuously.

"Do you think it's funny?"

"Let it go." He yelled at me in a low voice.

"Apologies!" Not to be outdone, I'm not to be outdone.

I really didn't see that he, a boy with such good eyebrows and good looks, was so arrogant and domineering. A typical inconsistency between the inside and the outside wastes that good skin, and he is another scum.

He reached out and grabbed my hand that was holding his clothes so hard that it hurt me. He lowered his head and approached me, and the corners of his mouth outlined a wicked smile, "Girls have too strong personalities, and they will suffer a lot." ...... children"

He actually called me a kid because of my baby face...... I was a little nauseous and even felt like throwing up.

The feeling of dizziness was sudden, and looking at the face of the boy in front of me reminded me of the man with a face that made me feel hypocritical and disgusting. He also smiled maliciously, looking at me like an angry lion speaking ill of him. At that time, the ill-intentioned man said to me with a sneer of schadenfreude, "Girls who are too tough will be easy to lose."

Furious, I slapped the boy in the face with all my might.

Immediately red finger prints of different shades appeared on his fair face. I've been slapped, so I know what it's like to be slapped, with a hot face and the illusion of buzzing in my ears.

"You're going to die today!" He grabbed me and said viciously, the look of his eyes almost tearing me apart.

My mother told me not to quarrel with others outside......

He took out his phone, his fingers moving rapidly on it, and I thought he was going to call the police to sue me. Suddenly, however, he brought his face closer to me and laughed wickedly.

What does he want to do?

Just as I was wondering if he was going to hit me back, he suddenly reached out and put his arm around my head, pressed the back of my head, and then kissed him on the lips. I looked at his face with wide eyes in horror, and there was a playful smile in his eyes. There was a clicking sound in my ears until he bit my lip like a pervert, and I immediately reacted and pushed him away.

I reached out and kicked him, and he quickly dodged it. He lit up the phone in his hand, and the picture was the humiliating scene just now. Occasionally, a few passers-by looked at me and him curiously.

"As I said, girls are too strong, and they will suffer a lot." He smiled triumphantly, and the cross earring hanging from his left earlobe seemed to shine in the sunlight as his smile seemed to shine.

I was so angry that I raised my hand to slap him again, but he was quicker than I could reach out and grab my wrist, and he was so strong that I couldn't use it.

"I'm not stupid enough to let the same guy hit me a second time." He still smiled evilly, and the corners of his mouth were hooked into a wicked smile. He's very good-looking, but I think he laughs a lot.

"Deleted the picture." I raised my head to meet his gaze.

"How is it possible, I want to keep it as evidence. If you don't apologize for the slap you just slapped, I'm going to post this picture online. ”

He's cheap.

I didn't frown, and said expressionlessly: "It's you who want to apologize." Besides, no one knows me, and I don't care where you send it. ”

"Nope. You'll apologize. He spoke very confidently.

"Pervert, you are delusional." Again, I said something very mean.

"You will." He was adamant. Just as I was packing my bags and turning to leave, he slapped me hard behind me.

I ignored him and dragged my luggage on my way.

The sea of people was vast, looking up at the crowd, my eyes were black for a while, and my stomach was uncomfortable and I wanted to vomit.

I took a taxi to school, paid the driver when I got off, and when I felt in my pocket, I realized that my phone was not in my pocket. I cheekily told the driver that I wanted to go back to the place just now, and he frowned and said, "Little girl, are you playing with me." ”

Heaven and earth conscience, I really didn't play with him.

I dragged my luggage and rushed back to the place I had just been, only to find that there was nothing left, and the boy had long since disappeared. I sat a little limply on my suitcase, a piece of paper floating at my feet. I picked it up, and it was actually an unfamiliar number, and there were a few big characters written in a dragon and phoenix: Give you a chance to apologize.

Phew.

Give me a chance to apologize, who gave whom a chance to apologize. It must have been him who picked up the phone I just forgot to pick up. I clutched the piece of paper with his mobile phone number in my hand, and the tendons on my knuckles rose up. No wonder he just slapped me on the back, no wonder he was so sure I would apologize.

But in his heart, he was thinking indignantly: I will definitely not let him go like this.

When I stepped into the school, the university campus was not what I imagined, and I was inevitably a little disappointed. It seems that the dream is too beautiful, and the reality is too cruel. How many high school students have been studying hard for three years because they are looking forward to college. There are as many expectations as there are disappointments, and it seems that there is really nothing wrong with that.

But it was a bit ridiculously big, dragging my luggage like a blind fly to find a dormitory building, for me, a person who couldn't tell the difference between left and right, southeast and northwest, even if I had a school map in my hand, I couldn't understand it at all.

The mobile phone is gone, and the numbers I want to contact are all on the mobile phone, how did I step on the shit on the first day of school, and what kind of bad luck did I go.

Wandering around the campus like a sightseer with a suitcase, I don't know how long it took to finally find where the dormitory was. I have to admit that I dragged my luggage straight to the dormitory building with a little joy and dragged my luggage to the dormitory building with a little joy and threw it into the trash, and completely forgot about the unpleasant things just now.

I've imagined more than once what kind of roommates I would live with if I went to college and lived in a university apartment. Many times I have imagined the plot of college life in my mind because I have watched it on TV. You don't need to go in groups, as long as you have three or five confidants, it is enough.

Four girls in one dormitory.

As I dragged my luggage in, the girl next to the nearest bed at the door looked at me with disdain. She had very beautifully bleached and glossy hair, dressed fashionably and cutting-edge, and on her feet a pair of high heels that were eight centimeters high, and she looked like a pretty model in a fashion magazine.

Ignoring her unkind and unwelcoming gaze, I dragged my luggage to my bed, but her large pile of luggage was piled up in the middle of the road, and I couldn't walk past it. When she saw me like this, she learned to turn a blind eye to me.

"Hey, your luggage is too much of a way." The one who spoke was the only girl in the dormitory who wore a handsome short hair and dressed neutrally. She is also very tall without high heels, and her tone is cold when she speaks, which matches her aura and appearance very well. But the "model" just glanced at her, and didn't make any moves.

I bit my lip, I have to hold back, I can't have a conflict with others.

Suddenly, the "model" screamed: "Ge Yu, don't go too far." ”

The girl standing in the innermost part who looked very temperamental walked up to the "model" and lifted one of her suitcases and threw it out the door, causing the "model" to scream loudly.

Ballad?

That's a special name.

"Come in, leave her alone." The girl who was called a ballad by the "model" changed her expression and said to me with a smile.

"Thank you."

"You're so cute, are you really eighteen?" The song hospitably reached out and put her arm around my shoulder.

"Yes." I looked at her closely, she was very attractive, the more beautiful she looked. There is a row of ear piercings in the left ear, with various kinds of studs on it, which are gorgeous.

"Rumors, you crazy woman! If it weren't for your brother's sake, I wouldn't have let you go. Behind us came the screams of the "model".

Seems she's a person who likes screaming more than I do.

"It's noisy." As soon as the short-haired girl who didn't seem to be very talkative and was cold when she spoke, the "model" didn't dare to speak at all.

Later, I learned that the most annoying "model" in the dormitory was called Li Yiqian. And the handsome girl with cold short hair is called Chestnut Porcelain. I once wondered if her mother had given her such a name because she was pregnant with her. And the temperament beauty is not a ballad, but a ballad.