"Uncomfortable? Shall I accompany you to the clinic to have a look? Do you have medicine at home? He stood by the door, rambling like a menopausal aunt.

I washed my face and told myself repeatedly: calm down, calm down......

Surely it will be able to drive him away.

If you can't get rid of it...... Then I'll go.

"Kang Rong, you don't hate me." His voice cleared again, "Don't lie to yourself - you're just angry with me, but you don't hate me." I know. ”

……

He knows everything.

Why bother messing with me who doesn't know anything?

"Is it uncomfortable? Why don't you rest for a while, and I'll buy you some medicine. "He came to me and put his palm on my back.

A biting chill flowed from behind to the whole body.

I moved a little to the side, avoiding his touch.

I even thought, why don't I kill him and dismember his body?

Then go and turn yourself in.

I also confessed to going to prison.

…… It's more comfortable than being pestered and disgusted by him like this.

"Take a break." He consciously took a step back, "It doesn't matter if you don't go to school these days, take a good rest and adjust your mood." ”

I went back to the bedroom and opened the window to ventilate.

It's noisy during the day, with constant traffic, occasional hawker shouting and the occasional shrill siren.

It's all alive, the voices of the most ordinary people.

A voice that reassures me.

I sat at my desk, flipping through Mr. Barkin's collection of essays, Dragon, Tiger, Dog.

There is a sentence in it: "But a cold, lonely life is not as good as a vigorous death." ”

The word "death" jumped vividly in my heart again.

A vigorous death is out of the question.

But I want to end my humble and boring life peacefully without regrets.

He appeared to me again in a sloppy manner and snatched my books.

"Reading these criticized articles all day long, it's not positive at all." He was half joking and half complaining, "Watching Harry Potter is better than these crazy words." ”

I stared at him in silence, my eyes splitting.

"Okay, I'll pay you back." His ears were red, and his lips were white from dryness, "Just look at it if you like." But stop having that weird idea. Dead or something...... You can't die ......."

I took the book, threw it in the trash, and carefully washed my hands three more times.

"Aren't you hungry? Lunch is over. He continued to be speechless, "What do you want to eat?" Let's go together...... Or I'll pack it for you......"

I thought to myself, thanks to you, the labor and management can't eat anything, but I really saved a lunch, and I don't know how many African refugees can be benefited......

That's when the door to the house opened—the mother had returned.

I went to meet her, and he followed me in the shadows.

"How did he ......?" The mother stood in the hallway, her face not very happy.

"What you're seeing is an illusion." I pursed my mouth, "Mom, how's it going at school?" ”

His mother stared straight at him, "School...... I don't know if I don't go, but your homeroom teacher told me for two hours today. ”

I looked at her dumbfounded.

Her makeup was a little more spread than before she went out, revealing a little tired.

Her well-curled bun is no longer as meticulous as it was in the morning.

In my third year of high school, my mother went to a parent-teacher conference.

I quit halfway through.

This time, I actually had a long conversation with the head teacher for two hours......

I don't know how many bad things the head teacher exposed to her.