The white figure remembered the first time he saw the man, and his tone still carried a deep nostalgia for the scene in the past, but the past can't be returned after all!

That night, I was hungry on the way back from self-study, and after a while, I felt that someone was pinching me, I slowly opened my eyes, and in the bright moonlight, a middle-aged man who looked elegant and elegant, was anxiously hugging my back, putting it on his knees, and pinching my middle with the other hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he saw that I was awake, he hurriedly let go of the hand that was holding me, and said to me with a surprised and apologetic smile on his face: Sorry! It must have hurt you, right? Little girl, for the first time, I don't know how heavy it is.

This is the most touching sentence I heard during that time, it turns out that there are still people in this world who care about my feelings.

I struggled to stand up, but I didn't have the strength to do so, and he helped me up with his big strong hands.

He said to me with concern: Are you sick? Shall I take you to the school infirmary?

I couldn't speak, so I shook my head desperately, I didn't dare to let people know what was going on with me, I was afraid that I would be retaliated against by those girls even more fiercely.

In the gentle moonlight, he looked at me and insisted on taking me to the school infirmary, and I wanted to break free of his support and escape from him, but I couldn't escape.

I had to look at him gratefully, and said weakly: I am not sick, I lost the living expenses of this week, and I dare not ask for it from home, and I will faint after being hungry for two days.

When he heard this, he was very surprised that I could be so stupid and starve myself like this, and then he couldn't help but help me and walked towards the restaurant at the back entrance of the school.

That night, he sat by and watched me, constantly telling me to eat slowly, and hunger made me completely unproductive.

It was as if I felt something I had never felt since I was a child, and I thought that whoever was his daughter would be very happy, right?

He carefully escorted me downstairs to the dormitory, and on the way he asked me about my school, and finally slipped a hundred yuan into my hand.

At that moment, I suddenly wanted to cry, I didn't know what it was like.

Guo Mingyang has been sitting there quietly, constantly stroking the black cat in his arms, quietly listening to the white figure tell the story of her life.

Later, in the school's office building, I saw a photo of him on the wall, the head of the school's teaching office, and I looked at the gentle man in the photo, and I felt an indescribable gratitude to him.

God let us meet again in the school commissary, I was buying snacks for the dorm man, and he happened to go there to buy cigarettes.

Under the light of the commissary, he saw a few bruised scars on my forehead, and asked me seriously if I was fighting with others.

I bit my lip and held back tears to tell him that I wasn't fighting anyone, but that I had accidentally touched the bed frame.

As if sensing the grievances hidden in my heart, he stretched out his hand and grabbed my arm, insisting that I take him to my dormitory.

I really couldn't break free, so I had to take him to my dorm.

When I opened the door, the dormitory people were still sitting on the bed, smoking cigarettes and shouting cards, and one of them was scolding me with dirty words without raising his head.

Suddenly seeing him standing in front of me, several people were obviously frightened, they had no idea that the head of the teaching office would suddenly appear at the door of the dormitory, and then they saw me behind him.

The way the girls looked at me scared me, I didn't know how they would torture me, they must have thought I had brought the director of the teaching department in.

He couldn't hide his anger and looked at the few people in the dormitory, calling the name of the dormitory manager aunt loudly, and the entire girls' dormitory was startled, because there was a man roaring.

I didn't expect that the way he started a fire with a polite look was also scary.

The dormitory manager soon ran over, he pointed to the girls who were sitting on the bed, and said to the dormitory manager: What are you doing in the dormitory? Is smoking allowed in the dormitory?

He grabbed me again, pointed to the scars on my face and asked the girls loudly: Did you get the wounds on her face?

Those girls were shocked by his current appearance, he saw that the girls didn't speak, and said loudly: You all call my parents to come over tomorrow, and you actually bully your roommates at school, so that your parents can see what you are doing at school?

The girls all looked at him with some fear, and didn't dare to say a word.

He asked the dormitory manager to change dorms for me that night, and then helped me move my things, and finally he warned the girls that if they dared to bully me in the future, they would be expelled.

Many girls in other dorms saw this scene, and after I moved to another dormitory, no one bullied me again.

The next day I went to his office, which he had told him before he left the girls' dormitory last night.

In his office, he gently applied the potion to my injured forehead and asked how I got my scars.

I didn't dare to say that I was beaten by those girls, but I didn't want to deceive him.

When he saw a cigarette scar on my arm, he became serious and asked me how I got it.

I was a little scared and told me about the nightmarish days since the beginning of school, his face changed angrily, and he said very distressedly why am I so stupid to endure it all the time?

The pain that had been holding back in my heart for a long time suddenly turned into a rolling torrent, and just when he was caressing the top of my head like a father, I suddenly stood up and rushed into his arms, and I couldn't hold back crying loudly.

I don't remember how long I cried, and by the time I came to my senses, the tears had completely wet his shoulders.

He didn't look angry, but like a loving father, he kept comforting me.

Later, he often asked me to go out to dinner, and asked me what difficulties I had in my studies and life.

Unconsciously, I got something in him that I had never felt before, sometimes like a father's love, sometimes like something I couldn't explain, but at that time, I felt like I had never been so happy!

He somehow learned that I liked to sing, and then bought a Walkman and gave it to me.

At that time, the Walkman was still considered a luxury among classmates, and not many people had it.

Growing up, when I was happy or sad, I liked to sing my own songs in my heart, and I never dared to sing in front of others, because I was always afraid that others would laugh at me.

After having a Walkman, my lonely college life has a lot more color, and I am often immersed in the world of music alone, feeling those youth gathering and dispersing, and the origin and extinction! But I only like the notepad of Chen Huilin.

Love hurts, crying, crying, tired, ambivalence, always force yourself to let go, close your eyes, let you go, burn the diary, start over......

But how many things can be restarted in this life?

Youth! Love!

After all, those who are scattered will never be able to gather again!

What I didn't expect was that he actually found me again and insisted on letting me go to the school's broadcast studio to learn broadcasting, saying that I was too inferior and autistic, and I needed to find a place to open myself.

I am indeed a girl with low self-esteem since I was a child, I have never felt beautiful or outstanding in front of others, I have always been an ugly duckling living in my own world.

However, he couldn't help but shirk me, and with his request and encouragement, I went to the school broadcast studio that I never dared to imagine, where the handsome men and women of the school's student council used to preside over it.

I remember very well the first time I stammered in front of that old microphone, and I think there must have been a lot of people scolding me at school that day, right?

He took me out a few more times to buy clothes, and he said that I must have a few beautiful clothes for a girl!

In those days, I happily thought that even if I died for him, I would be willing, and I didn't know whether I was right or wrong.

One day it was raining lightly, and people couldn't help but feel a little damp in their hearts, and the senior who took me in the broadcast studio was not there, so I looked at the microphone in front of me, and I was enchanted and wanted to sing loudly to the world once.

In the broadcast studio, I sang the notepad, a sad love song, in the ears of the teachers and students of the whole school, in front of the old microphone, accompanied by the rainy weather, and my singing shook the whole school that day.

I started to get love letters from guys, but I didn't seem to know what love was. The feeling of being noticed like I've never felt before still makes me very satisfied.

I've never been so happy, I finally dare to wear a beautiful dress, walk around the campus with my head up, no longer staring at the ground forever like before, I feel like my life has undergone a metamorphosis, and all this was given to me by that man.

Until one night, when all the people in the administration building were gone, he asked me to go to his office, and I went with him without thinking much about it.

When I entered, he suddenly locked the door, and when I was strange, he took me into his arms, and I was completely blindfolded, not knowing how to resist, and perhaps not intending to resist, he kissed me on the lips and put his hand in my skirt......

The first time it hurt, my brain was completely blank with my eyes closed, biting my lip, tears streaming down my face and letting him indulge me.

I don't know if I should love him or hate him. He gave me everything and ruined everything.

Since then, in my compromises, he has had sex with me several times in the office, and I think I did fall in love with him like a moth in love with a flame!

When he said this, the tone of the white figure was a little indescribably tangled, Guo Mingyang calmly did not interrupt, he guessed that the rest should be the end of the story.

The white figure continued to tell the rest of the time: We have always maintained that relationship, even if he possessed me, but I didn't hate him, my dead heart was originally saved by him.

In the last semester before graduation, he suddenly said that he was very sorry for me and wanted to end our relationship, and he had submitted his resignation to the school, planning to go abroad with his wife, and maybe he would never come back.

What he didn't know was that he had completely captured the body and soul of a girl, and I cried and told him that I had fallen in love with him so much that I could never leave him again.

He had already arranged everything, he didn't care about my feelings at all, and wanted to abandon me at will, but I didn't want to let go, I didn't know how I would live without his future?

At my request, he promised to see me one last time at school.

It was drizzling that night, and the school was empty during the summer vacation, and I stood on the rooftop outside the broadcast studio, letting the drizzle wet my heart.

It was almost early in the morning when he ran to school while his wife was asleep.

I couldn't help but rush up and hug him, I was afraid of losing him, losing this man who lit up my life.

But he still pushed me away, and I cried and opened all the bits and pieces of myself from the first time I met him, and I wanted to tell him that my life would never be without him again.

But he knelt down in front of me and said that he had hurt me, and begged me to forgive him for his dirtiness and start my life again.

It's really like the song says: Love hurts! I cried in pain! I'm tired of crying, and ambivalence is always forced! Persuade yourself to let go, close your eyes and let you go, burn the diary and start over!

But I knew I would never start all over again, and that there would never be a man who could enter the depths of my soul.

And he no longer cared about my feelings, and ruthlessly decided to leave, never to see each other again.

The selfishness of love made me feel the urge to take revenge on him, and I laughed with tears and said that I was pregnant with his child, and that tomorrow I would go to his house and tell his wife all about it.

He turned around suddenly, grabbed my arm with a stiff look, and asked aloud: Why am I doing this?

The way he looked scared me, but I laughed uncontrollably and said I hated him.

Finally he lost his mind, grabbed my arm tightly, and pushed towards the outside of the rooftop, and I was like a fallen leaf that had been discarded, withering in the wind and rain.