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The next morning, at six o'clock, downstairs. A car, a person, a cigarette.

Our home is the family home of my mother's unit, and when he appears like this, I feel that I am not far from death. Although Mom is not at home at this time.

Looking at my lame foot and frowning, "Go to the hospital and have a look?" "No, it's fine, thank you."

"Didn't you tell your parents? Not taking you to the hospital? "None of them are at home, and I am the only one at home. Help me pull the bike, I'll fix it today. "How do you fix it?" I didn't say anything more, in fact, I don't reject him anymore, I don't reject him from the heart, but I haven't figured out what to say yet. Maybe I'm such an awkward person.

A little distance from my aunt's hotel, I asked him to let me down, put my bicycle at the door of my aunt's hotel, went in and talked to my aunt, and walked to school. He actually chased after him, "Get in the car, I'll take you to the school gate." "No, I'll just walk by myself." He drove some distance and parked his car and waited for me. Walk up to him, "I'll pick you up after school" "No need, I'll go to my aunt's restaurant at noon, and I'll go back by myself after the bike is repaired in the afternoon" "Your feet" "It's out of the way" "Why did you reject me?" "Huh?" "Why did you reject me, why did you reject me when you called me." I bowed my head and said nothing.

Continuing to walk, he grabbed me vigorously and "answered my question" "I don't know anything about you, you have bad intentions when we meet you for the first time, why don't I reject you." I thank you for sending me the book, and thank you for showing up yesterday, but I can't just let me give it to you. "He looked confused, was it because my mind was jumping too fast, or because he never thought he was wrong. I continued to walk with a limp, this time I caught up, and I was dragged hard, the force was a little big, and my right foot didn't dare to make a lot of effort, and I stumbled, just fell into his arms, and he hugged me unceremoniously. I pushed hard, and he hugged him hard, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I'm not what you think, I didn't know you were so small when I saw you for the first time." I will wait for you to grow up and always be there for you. ”what？ This seems to be a preface that doesn't match the afterword, what does it mean?

The first time I was hugged, he was much taller than me, I was not even his shoulder, so I rested my head on his chest, a faint smell of goodness, and it felt so warm.

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I didn't quite understand what he was saying, and he let go of me. "Go to school and wait until you're better." Now it's time for me to be confused. Where and where is this? Forgive me for my anxious IQ, I don't understand what he just said, what does it mean to be by my side all the time? What do you mean? It's just a netizen! Wait until it's better, what else to say!

Until the school gate, I didn't dare to look up at him, and I didn't say anything to enter the campus and start classes. It's going to be a midterm exam in the next few days.,The first exam in high school.,I want to take the test a little better.,Although the morning self-study is spent in a state of confusion.,But I still switched from the first class.。

After school in the afternoon, it really came, this time it was good, finally no longer a shirt and trousers, a casual outfit, so young, with gold-rimmed glasses, I felt elegant and elegant. I couldn't help but look at the girls who walked by him. I blushed and didn't dare to walk over. His feet are still lame, and he will eventually walk through. "You're here, brother" laughed like SB. "Well, let's go"

Follow him, walk up to a bike, and say, "I'll take you home."

What？ Dirt bike changed?

"Huh? With this? "Actually, I'm not thin, and it's not good to be far away from home.

"It's too dazzling to drive, change to a down-to-earth one, let's go, take it."

"Oh, my one, it's a little heavy!"

I didn't say anything all the way, I think it's probably not that I don't want to talk, but that all my strength has been used to ride, and I can't speak.

When there was still a junction from home, I asked him to let me down. I'm afraid that my mother's colleagues will see it, I can't explain it, I don't want to die. "I'll just walk back by myself, thank you."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at six o'clock, just wait here. Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, if I really want to do something to you, I won't wait until now. Don't you call me brother, I'll be your brother from today on. "This is a "Brother Lin" falling from the sky? Looking at me with a questioning look on his face, he said, "Take the time to ask everything you want to ask, and I'll tell you." Let's go home first. ”

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I really admired myself at that time, when I encountered this incomprehensible thing, and this handsome guy, I even learned to go in and practice, and slept very peacefully.

The next day, as promised. The bike took me to school, and on the way I asked, "Is the name you told me my real name?" How old are you. He didn't speak. When I got to the school gate, I got off the bus and told me, "It's my real name, I'm 27 years old." ”27？ Blame having to go to school. This also strengthened my idea yesterday that I didn't speak because I was too heavy and all my strength was used to ride and I couldn't speak.

"Oh, I'm going to school."

"I'll pick you up after school in the afternoon."

I ate at my aunt's restaurant at noon, my feet were much better, my lame was not bad, and the bicycle was still not repaired.

After school in the afternoon, pick me up and take me home. In the northern winter, it gets dark early, and high school students leave school late, and it is already dark when they get home. He insisted on taking me downstairs, and that was when the accident happened. I said that I met my mother by chance. I suspect it wasn't a coincidence, it was my mom who was waiting downstairs on purpose. Seeing them walk into the door of the community, I think her old man's house has exploded. As soon as I walked downstairs, I wanted to tell him to be careful on the way back, but before my mouth opened, my mother rushed to me with an arrow step, and threw me away. I don't know where I got the courage to yell at my mother, "Don't hit him!" ”

"Are you distressed?" Sharp eyes glared at me, this look can kill the world. I couldn't breathe. He didn't speak, and looked at my mom quietly, waiting for my mom to get the next combination. My mom wasn't short and strong, and I suddenly felt that my mom could win when they fought each other. Or I was in a play, there was no fighting, no combination punches, and my mother said two words to him and let him go.

I had no way to live, so I went upstairs and into the house. Another slap, the glasses flew away, I wonder if my eyes are also going out, and my eyes are dark, and I knelt down. Tears began to flow. Mother asked all sorts of questions about the man. She recognized me as falling in love, and I couldn't argue.

I remember it was Friday night, and I knelt from school until 12 p.m., and I couldn't stand on my knees. My mother didn't ask me why he brought me back, or where my bike was. I had a car accident in my freshman year of high school, and no one in my family knew about it until now.

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Kneeling on the ground and crying all night, my mother's indifference to my physical discomfort made me think a lot, it should be that I got into the horns at that time, that is, I thought that my mother didn't love me, she only liked my sister, and she didn't like me since she was a child, so it was better to die than this.

And just like that, the next day my eyes were swollen and my glasses were sacrificed. I don't know where the time, money, and courage to buy a hundred tablets of Valium came from. At that time, drug management was not as strict as it is now, and sleeping pills were available everywhere.

On Saturday night, I secretly drank a small plate, about a dozen pills (try the effect of the medicine first), and began to fall asleep, and on Sunday morning I was still asleep, and my mother was angry again, disgusted that I didn't get up to study, I couldn't get up, I didn't want to get up and see her. I always complain in my heart, why I don't have a gentle mother, why I don't have a warm home, why I still have a sister. I want to leave home, I want to leave home, I want to leave my mother, and one day I will go far away.

When people are on the tip of the bull's horns, they are emotionally unstable and their thinking is extremely one-sided.

I only remember when I was a child, I broke my sister's pen, my mother was not at home, and my sister beat me. I used an iron bar about 0.5 cm in diameter, and I couldn't beat her at that time, and I was hit the back several times, but I couldn't resist. It wasn't until she was out of breath, relieved, and stopped beating me that I came to my senses.

After the fifth grade of elementary school, my sister stopped beating me because I was taller and stronger than her, and she couldn't beat me. And I never held a grudge against her for hitting me, or started an endless revenge for something. Later, when we grew up, we had a fight, and that one was more serious. Until now, I don't admit that I was "defeated" that time. It's because my sister is clever and she says I'm redundant. Of course, it was also because my grandmother wanted a grandchild, and when my mother was pregnant, they all thought I was a grandson, and when I was born and found out that it was a granddaughter, my grandmother turned around and left, without even looking at it. He also named me "Erredundant".

My sister also said that no one in the family liked me, and it was enough to have her. The last line of defense in my heart collapsed, and I turned around and left. The fight was fought at the uncle's house, and my grandmother was also at the scene at the time, and it is said that my mother and my grandmother had a fight later because I was "missing". It was my cousin who found me and took me home, riding a motorcycle, with long flowing hair, either using Lafang or Rejoice. When I found it, the first sentence was, "Run away if you're defeated?" Unpromising. Come up, go home. "I didn't stand still, at this time I wasn't afraid of my sister, I was afraid that my mother would beat me to death when I went back." Don't go back yet? "My brother was quite violent, and I was directly picked up and thrown on the motorcycle. In his world, there may be nothing that cannot be solved by force.

I came home trembling, looked at my mother sitting in a chair, and suddenly felt that I had done something wrong. The first time my mother didn't hit me, it was just a few words about me and my sister, and I saw my mother crying. Maybe she's afraid I'm gone, but she loves me.

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I slept like this for a day, during which my mother was forced to study, and she also sat at the table and dozed off, and her stomach was extremely uncomfortable. Mom called my aunt and the bike was fixed. On Monday, I sobered up a little and went to school on my own, and my mother gave me a stern warning.

At the intersection where I had an accident, a car forced me to stop. Raising his eyes, "Brother, why are you here?" "Without saying a word, help me into the car and put my bike in the trunk." Are your feet healed? Did your mother beat you? Only this sentence poured down tears. My mother didn't know anything, she didn't ask anything, it was just an "education". And this stranger with "bad intentions", he always thinks about whether I am hurt.

The sudden burst of tears overwhelmed him. I wiped my tears with my sleeve and cried for a while, and he slowly wrapped me into his arms. This is the second time. But I cried louder at this action, crying like a child. He gently patted me on the back like a child and whispered, "Don't cry, don't cry." "I felt the crying in his arms for a while before it subsided, and when I looked up, I saw tears, snot, and possibly saliva all over his chest. He held my face, wiped away my tears like he did on TV, and slowly said, "Don't cry, you have to go to school in a while, I'll send you there." ”

No one spoke again along the way, and he held my left hand with his right hand, which was very warm. My hands are cold in winter, and I can't warm myself by myself. After many years, I also found that the most unwarm thing was not my hands or feet, but my heart was cold.

Before getting out of the car, I lowered my head and said "I'm sorry". He was stunned, "The clothes are fine, just go back and change them." "My mother beat you that day, and I said I'm sorry for her." "As a mother, she can't accept it for a while, after all, you are still young, I understand, I don't blame her. Don't think too much about it, just go to school. ”