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The dance class ended, and the Spring Festival was just a few days away.

After her grandmother promised to deliver leftovers to Kuroki every day, Liu Xiyue returned to Wanxi Town.

This is the third time she has gone home for the Spring Festival after graduation. One night while watching TV, Liu Ximing pointed to the red sweater on his body and smiled at Liu Xiyue: "Old sister, how about my new sweater?" ”

"Who helped you weave it? The stitching is good and very attentive. ”

"How do you tell it's made by a man?"

"The difference between weaving and hand-weaving is obvious. My future sister-in-law knitted? ”

Liu Ximing laughed and wiped his chest with his palm.

"You don't have to worry about this, you should care more about my brother-in-law."

"I only care about one tree."

"What kind of person are you looking for?"

"People who can sprinkle and cheat at will, I was wrong, I took the initiative to carry the black pot, and I had to laugh."

"I'm afraid there are no such people on earth."

"But there are such trees."

"What tree?"

"Sycamore trees."

"You're kidding again."

"It's true."

"Have you ever knitted a sweater for someone?"

"Weave for a tree."

"Are you serious?"

"I didn't lie to you."

"One day Zhu Menfu got drunk and said that his greatest wish was to have a sweater you knitted."

"I only knit sweaters for trees. If he really wants it, I can buy one for him. ”

"Old sister, you don't speak more than when you were a child."

"Xiyue, you can help Dad knit one." Liu Zongkai said with a smile.

"Dad, the hand-knitted ones are ugly and not durable, I'll buy you a good quality."

"I've never worn a sweater you've knitted."

"My mother's craftsmanship is so good, let's knit it with her."

After Liu Xiyue finished speaking, she took Yang Lanzhi's hand and kissed it again.

Yang Lanzhi took Liu Xiyue into her arms, touched her head gently and smiled.

"There is a ready-made yarn at home. The sweater you knitted, your dad put on, it warmed up and warmed the heart. ”

"It's the same with what you weave." Liu Zongkai said with a smile.

"So it's best for my mom to weave."

"Sister, you're too lazy."

"I forgot how to knit."

"Don't you want to? It's a shame that I raised you so big. ”

Liu Zongkai's face was full of disappointment, Liu Xiyue was stunned and smiled:

"I'll try, I should still remember."

The next morning

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, Liu Xiyue went back to the room to knit sweaters after eating early. She really wanted to help Liu Zongkai weave a good piece, but she resisted inexplicably in her heart, always remembering what she had said to Gao Wutong, and involving a series of past events.

Yang Lanzhi went upstairs and asked her what she wanted for lunch. Liu Xiyue hid her hand under her clothes. Yang Lanzhi felt that something was wrong, and pulled her hand out to take a look, the thumb and index finger of both hands were punctured in a few places, and there were still blood stains. Yang Lanzhi sighed and touched her face distressedly.

"Xiyue, you have something on your mind."

"No, the main thing is that I forgot how to weave."

"Don't forget I'm your mother."

Yang Lanzhi went downstairs to the living room, frowned and looked at Liu Zongkai without speaking.

"What's wrong? Where is Xiyue uncomfortable? ”

"She's so comfortable! His hands were punctured several times, and he continued to knit sweaters. Why do you have to ask her to weave it for you? I'll buy you as many pieces as you want. ”

"Raising her with all your hard work, isn't it worthy of her to knit a sweater?"

"Very well matched! But she has a scar in her heart, which is 100% related to knitting sweaters. You're asking her to expose her scars and pour salt on them. Don't believe it, see for yourself. ”

Liu Zongkai was silent for a long time, went upstairs to Liu Xiyue's room, took her hand and looked at it.

"Don't weave. Just buy one for me. ”

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"You can't say that. I feel even worse when you say that. ”

"I'm not a good daughter."

"You will always be my daughter."

Liu Xiyue's tears flickered, choked and speechless.

"Have you ever knitted a sweater for anyone?"

"It's a thing of the past."

"That bastard thing is really eyeless."

"I've forgotten."

"If you forget, you won't poke your hands."

Liu Zongkai went downstairs and met Yang Lanzhi and sighed.

"This daughter is getting more and more tricky."

Yang Lanzhi smiled and glanced at the staircase.

"I'm afraid the trickier ones are yet to come."

After the Spring Festival, Liu Xiyue returned to the county seat to teach dance.

After a few days of rest after the dance class, the new semester began.

On the evening of May 31, it was past eleven o'clock, and Liu Xiyue was still working overtime at school.

This year's Children's Day was attended by county leaders, not only the number of programs increased, but also the number of garden activities doubled.

It was twelve o'clock when Liu Xiyue and Shen Qiuyu walked out of the school gate

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Many. After the two broke up at a crossroads, Liu Xiyue went to her grandmother's house alone. When I walked into Po Fung Street, the street lights were intermittent, and the lights were dim like oil lamps that were about to burn out.

A wisp of black shadow suddenly flashed from the ground, and disappeared in an instant, Liu Xiyue was stunned, her heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but shiver, and looked closely, it turned out to be a mouse running by. Looking into the distance, the quaint and deep streets in the sunlight are full of phantoms in the dim light. During the day, come to visit Baofeng Street, stroll on the ancient bluestone road, the whole street is antique, exuding the atmosphere of vicissitudes. In the middle of the night, it was a different sight, as if the ghosts of ancient times crowded the dark corners.

Liu Xiyue sighed, coughed loudly a few times, and continued to walk forward with a horizontal heart. When I walked into a shadow, I remembered the scene of holding hands with Gao Wutong in the shadows.

"If only he were here, he would definitely come to pick me up and give his life to protect me."

When Liu Xiyue was about to cry sadly, two black shadows suddenly pounced, and before she could react, she was already held by the waist, and her face was covered with a wet towel that exuded a peculiar smell. Liu Xiyue was so frightened that she was numb for a while, then she tore off the wet towel and threw it away, and after struggling desperately for a few times, the whole person suddenly became weak and groggy, her eyes seemed to have a layer of fog, she couldn't see anything, and her head was so heavy that she couldn't lift it. After her eyes got used to the darkness, Liu Xiyue found that the two men who were dragging her, one tall and one short, were masked and only their eyes were exposed. She wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, and in a daze, she was dragged into an alley, and after leaving the alley, she was carried to the woods of a nearby cultural park.

After walking through the woods for a while, the two men laid Liu Xiyue flat on a dense grass, and after panting and admiring the spoils of war, they muttered a few words and made a few more rock-paper-scissors gestures. The short man cheered softly, squatted down and lay on Liu Xiyue's body, rubbing her breasts with trembling with both hands, pinching her in unbearable pain, sobering up a little, and weakly shouted a few times while struggling: "Help, help!" ”。

The short man covered Liu Xiyue's mouth for a moment, and then pressed his whole body on her, tearing the buttons of her clothes indiscriminately, tearing off two buttons, and then reaching inside and kneading through the bra. Liu Xiyue tried her best to resist and struggle, but she was weak and had no strength. She was terrified, desperate, sad, and tears rolling in her eyes. The short man hurriedly took off his pants and went to pull Liu Xiyue's pants again.

Liu Xiyue couldn't move, burst into tears, sad and desperate, and remembered the scene in Gao Wutong's dormitory that night, and hated him for not wanting her that night, so that her innocent body was ruined by the beast in vain. She was desperate and sad, tears streaming down her eyes, her hands and feet cold, staring at the dark night sky.

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