"Kang Rong, how did I teach you? When playing table tennis, the strength of the wrist and the strength of the arm are the key. Li Yonghua twisted his wrist and broke my hand.

He slammed my ribs, causing me to bend over.

That's when I realized that I had already fallen behind.

From the moment I entered the locker room, there was no way out.

Because I have half of my mother's blood in my bones.

Her mother always plays with men who are kind to her, but she struggles with the men she can't conquer.

But after so many years, my mother is still alone.

I don't understand her, and I don't want to be with people like her. But I, like her, have no ability to reject a situation that I can't control.

This bad personality is like a curse lurking in my life, gnawing at the protective shell that I think I am strong from the inside out.

I no longer resist. At most, he was molested by Li Yonghua; I'm not a small-footed woman with three chastity and nine spirits, and it's impossible to find death and life for such a thing.

Unfortunately, I overestimated my ability to bear it.

When the table tennis teacher started to pull my pants, my stomach churned in disgust, and I instinctively raised my leg and kicked him, hard and heavy, but he quickly dodged it.

Far from winning me my freedom, it made him impatient.

He yelled at me irritably: "If you don't be honest, believe it or not, tomorrow your whole class will know that your mother is running an underground red light hall?" ”

"You talk nonsense!" I was completely enraged and pushed him away.

His center of gravity was unsteady and he took two steps back, the back of his head hitting the locker behind him with a dull "thud".

While he was rubbing his head, I grabbed my clothes and rushed to the door. I anxiously opened the lock, and my hands trembled.

Li Yonghua stopped me directly from behind and carried me back.

"You don't believe me, do you? If you don't teach you a lesson, you won't have a long memory, right? ”

He punched me in the head so fast and hard that I couldn't open my eyes in pain.

He ripped half of my pants off, and the pain of the tears followed.

The pain nerves all over my body swelled and screamed; My mind went blank.

Finally, Li Yonghua threw his clothes at me and covered my head.

He said, "Kang Rong, don't blame me. If you want to blame Conn for making you like this, blame her for having no one in her eyes at that time, and take someone who shouldn't have been a hit. ”

He gave me a few soothing pats on the back and left.

I reached behind me, and it was bleeding. I slowly dressed, and opened the prison door that separated me from the sun.

It wasn't a sunny day, but the light outside was still dazzling and dizzy.

I was uncomfortable with every step. The bruises on my knees, the pain from the tears in my back, and the nausea fluid stuck to my inner thighs.

I went back to my dorm, showered, threw away my clothes, and spent the rest of the day lying in bed.

Paradoxically, I didn't feel anything but boredom.

The surroundings were maddeningly quiet, and I flipped the "Collected Works of Lao She" to the page of "Crescent Moon" and covered the book over my face.

The few lines Anqi left next to the title were close to my face, and I could still smell the faint smell of ink on the paper.

I didn't have an appetite and missed lunch.

I slept a long night and woke up it was dark. My inflammation seems to be getting worse, but I don't want to take medicine.

I went to the commissary and bought a pack of lemon-flavored biscuits, and on the way I unpacked a slice and stuffed it into my mouth.

The sweetness is unpleasant. I threw away the leftover cookies and couldn't understand why I thought they tasted good.

When Angel returns to the dormitory, I must ask him.

In the blink of an eye, it occurred to me that I should apologize to Angel for what happened during the day.

However, now I seem to want to avoid him even more.

I went to the public phone booth and dialed my mother's cell phone.

"Hey, who?" Mother's side was bustling.

"Mom......" I heard her voice not very gentle, and her nose was a little sour.

"Kangkang?" The mother seemed a little disappointed. The noisy laughter of men and women on her end was still there, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Mom, do you know a person named Li Yonghua?" I asked, looking at the vague crescent moon in the sky.

"Who? Lee what? What for? There was another burst of laughter from the mother's side.

"It's okay, you don't know each other." I was about to hang up, "I'll be living on campus this weekend too." So be it. ”

"Whatever you want." After saying that, my mother took a step ahead of me and hung up the phone with a "click".

I hate the busy sound in the microphone, and I don't even feel in the mood to hang up, so I let the microphone hang and sway.

It's a very uncomfortable experience to be hung up like this – at least for me.

I remembered that Angel always asked me to hang up first - this person's preferences are really unique.

I leaned against the phone booth and stared at the gloomy moon for a long time.

It would be nice to talk to someone – whatever you want.

But that "what person" is not just a good person.