That night, I continued to be haunted by nightmares, and unlike before, in addition to the speeding truck and the blood-stained ball of yarn, Xingyuan also clearly appeared. Xingyuan was within my reach, but I couldn't lift my hand to pull her over, so I could only watch the truck crash into her. Just as I was about to scream, I woke up. I closed my eyes again and dreamed of Xingyuan again, this time, she was a little farther away from me. She reached out to me, but I still couldn't lift my hand to hold her. The truck whizzed past me, and then it started to rain, and the rain hit my face in big drops. I woke up to find that it wasn't rain on my face. I fell into the same nightmare one after another, even though there were slight differences in the details each time, but the focus of the dream was always on Xingyuan. Repeating this more than a dozen times, I began to doubt my memory. In the end, is the truth as Fang Zheng said, Xingyuan Yin Yin can be saved, but I didn't save her? I must know the truth! If Xingyuan did die because of my indifference, I would never forgive myself. As long as you can see the surveillance footage, everything will fall into place. The problem is that I don't have the right to ask the police uncle to get the video for me. As for Fang Zheng, it was not difficult to guess from his words that he had never seen the video at all. Mo said that he may not have the ability to see that video at all, and even if he had, he would never do anything illegal and illegal as he prides himself on abiding by his principles. Anyway, begging him is in vain. What to do? What should I do? I know that as long as I don't figure out the truth of that day, I won't have peace for a day. My heart was full of contradictions, I was afraid to dream of those shocking fragments, but I wanted to see Xingyuan again, and in the end, I gave up the struggle and fell asleep again.

Since there was no vacant dormitory at the school, I had to continue to live in the old dormitory. I don't mind the question of bad luck, but I hope that Xingyuan's soul can come back and talk to me and solve the mystery in my heart. Of course, my parents had their own ideas. They insisted that I quit my bed in the dormitory and spend two or three hours a day commuting to and from school. As a result, I had to wake up at least an hour and a half earlier than I used to, and it became harder to get out of bed. I felt physically and mentally exhausted and couldn't do anything at all, and I could foresee that I would have to put up with the string orchestra for the short term, which made going to school, which was not much fun, all the more off-putting.

"Aren't you afraid of being late when you wake up so late!"

"What are you rubbing about? Don't eat breakfast! Otherwise, you won't be able to catch the bus! ”

I thought I would find some warmth and comfort from living at home, but unfortunately, my words and actions really disheartened me. It's better to go back to school and live, at least you don't have to suffer from this anger...... I am grateful to the principal for unconditionally reserving my residency status. Isn't it often said that people with more choices are happier? Although I only have two choices, I am happier than not having one......

I thought I could ignore their hostility, but when I was forced to face it, I couldn't help but feel sad. Probably unwilling to be just isolated, a few days later, Li Jiamin brought up the old story again and fabricated rumors in front of me with the string orchestra. Most of the rumors are made up out of nothing, or they are based on a little fact and add salt and vinegar. Rumors did not stop at the wise, but spread more and more widely. However, in the past week, most of the students in the class have heard about these malicious slanderous words against me. In order to avoid them, I would always run to the kiosk downstairs during recess and mingle with the classmates queuing up to buy snacks. But as the rumors spread, no matter where I went, I always seemed to feel someone nearby pointing at me or whispering behind my back.

In the face of the stares and accusations from all directions, I always maintained an indifferent attitude, and mistakenly thought that this was the best rebuttal and counterattack. As long as I don't show weakness and don't give in, over time, they will leave the scene in defeat because they can't help me. Unexpectedly, my silence was interpreted as having nothing to say, and they were even more justified in provoking trouble. Until that day, as I was passing by the football field, a soccer ball flew towards me and hit me right in the back. I burst into tears, but when I looked back, I saw the perpetrators laughing, and I vaguely heard them saying that their footwork was really good, really accurate, and so on. I don't know if this ball was intentional or unintentional, anyway, I couldn't help but cry. I wandered around the classroom building in aggrieved ways, and then I was shocked to find that I couldn't find a place where I could cry in peace. In desperation, I had to hide in the toilet, thinking that they would not be so shameless, and kicked the toilet door open in order to laugh at my embarrassment......

From then on, I would hide in the toilet whenever I had the opportunity and wait until class to come out, which really hurt the nerves of those who wanted to "do justice". I don't know where they got the guts, but then, instead of being content with throwing things on my desk and stepping on them, they started to do things like poking my back with a pen, throwing me with an eraser, pouring water on my clothes, and so on. It wasn't until they blatantly repeated their old tricks in the class teacher's class that I finally cried uncontrollably. I would never believe that the head teacher was unaware of the "prank" that was happening right under his nose, however, he chose to ignore my tears. Indeed, I can't come up with any evidence to prove that I was bullied at school, after all, I don't have any injuries on my body. It is conceivable that if I cried to my teachers and parents about my current situation, they would not only think that my ideas were too extreme and that my heart was not strong enough, but also that I would painstakingly teach me to reflect on and review my own problems. Everyone is in the same class, why do you have such a problem, but others don't? The subtext is: Doesn't this mean that the problem of yin is with you personally? I really don't understand the logic of why they can blame the person who is being bullied. Isn't it because the truth is in the hands of the majority that even the right is in the hands of the majority? I often wonder what Xingyuan would have done if it had happened to her, and later, I couldn't help but laugh at my stupidity. How could Xingyuan encounter such a thing? After all, someone like her who has everything will always be favored more, and even the scales that weigh right and wrong are enough to tilt in her favor.

In this blatant mass bullying incident, I didn't even get a single supporter. Maybe it's because my reputation has fallen to the bottom, and Shen Yunhao, Yang Tao and Mei Fangxun no longer dare to speak for me. Compared with those who parrot and don't think it's a big deal, follow the coaxing, and even fall into the well, the few silent bystanders like Yang Fan and Dong Yiling are already friendly enough to me.

I don't remember when I got used to crying. But anyone with a dark eye can see my unhappiness in my red eyes. Strangely, my parents didn't notice anything strange on my face. When I got home, instead of being comforted by them, I had to endure their endless finger-pointing at me, as if there was something wrong with what I was doing. If I had known this, I might as well go back to school and live, at least I would have been able to stay clean in the dormitory. But at that time, I had already put all my strength into stubborn resistance, so I had no strength left to fight them. Looking back now, thankfully, there was no impulse. Even if it is not good to live at home, it is easier to live on campus than to live on campus. After all, they wouldn't bother to come to my house to make trouble, but if they were in the dormitory, they wouldn't have to...... During those tense days, it was because of the presence of home that I was able to occasionally breathe and relax without being driven crazy......

Every sleepless night, I would secretly pray to the heavens. I hope that the world can allow us to refuse to thank those teachers and parents who have not done well, we can allow us to refuse to forgive those classmates and acquaintances who have bullied us, and we can allow us to refuse to accept those moral "kidnappings", and I hope that such a world will come one day......