I used to think that they had mistaken their grief for anger, and that only by seeing that I, who had killed Xingyuan in their mouths, were living forever unhappy in the name of atonement, could they appease the resentment in their hearts. Every time I think of this, I also have infinite sadness, even though I have been wronged, I still can't hold a grudge against them. However, it turned out that I was ridiculously wrong......

A week before the midterm exams, an incredible piece of news spread. I don't know where to find out, Xingyuan's parents decided to give up pursuing his civil liability after learning that the driver was in poverty. When they first heard about this, everyone inevitably sighed, complained for Xingyuan, and even expressed their hatred and disdain for the perpetrator in public, but as time passed, the focus of the discussion gradually shifted to praising the kindness of Xingyuan's parents.

"Xingyuan's parents are so kind......

"It's really admirable to repay grievances with virtue......"

"I really envy Xingyuan for having such good parents......"

Although everyone agrees that Xingyuan's parents' choice is selfless and great, they have no intention of following suit. The ostracism of me continues...... What makes me indignant is that the criticism and accusations against the driver who really killed Xingyuan only lasted for a few days, and then everyone left it behind, and I, just a companion, had to bear the infamy and malice all the time. I finally said that in order to uphold their self-righteous justice, they needed a sinner, and whether the unfortunate chosen one was really so unforgivable was not at all of their consideration. Compared to the driver who has never met and is missing, I am obviously more suitable to be the scapegoat. I should have confessed all this! Except for Xu Yinyao, none of them can talk about having such a deep relationship with Xingyuan, and they can spend time and energy chasing the people involved in the accident for her!

That day, I was so angry that I couldn't help but shout at them: "You have the ability to bully me, why don't you dare to go to that driver to settle accounts!" ”

"Joke! Xingyuan's parents have forgiven him, what reason do we have to trouble him? Yu Menghan laughed at my stupidity arrogantly.

Didn't Xingyuan's parents forgive me? You know, they gave me Xingyuan's violin...... Thinking of this, I choked up and couldn't speak. Perhaps because they thought I was guilty, their cynicism towards me intensified......

Under the double pressure of preparing for exams and being treated unfairly, I was depressed to the point of collapse. The clutter of thoughts was constantly swirling in my head, preventing me from calming down to revise for the exam. I realized that I couldn't get out of the quagmire on my own, but who would lend me a hand? Asking my parents and teachers for help, at best, received a few perfunctory words of encouragement – they could never imagine or understand why I ended up in such a difficult situation. And Mei Fangxun, Yang Fan and others have already put all their minds into reviewing and preparing for the exam, and they have no time to take care of anything else. As for the enthusiastic Xu Yinyao...... It's still that absent-minded look, as if it's ignorant of everything that's happening around you. I didn't expect that after living for more than ten years, I couldn't find someone to rely on...... The overflowing sense of helplessness made me feel the despair of falling into the abyss again......

I gritted my teeth and made it through the midterm exams with the last of my might, and then, the moment I stepped through the door, I burst into tears. What the hell is wrong with me? Yin Yin has classes and homework, why don't you listen to the call when it comes to the exam? The popularity is not good, and the study is also poor, what face do I have to go back to school?

My parents watched in amazement as I cried, but in the end there was no comfort.

"Can't you do a lot of questions?" Father asked angrily.

"Hurry up and take a shower, and hurry up to study after eating." The mother shook her head dissatisfiedly and continued, "What's the use of just knowing how to cry? ”

I clenched my fists and clenched my crying to tell them what I had been trying to do: "I don't want to go back to school......"

Hearing this, my father was so furious that he was about to rush to me and slap me. "Don't go to school? So what do you want to do? Going to ask for food? ”

"I didn't say I didn't go to school!" I yelled at him and stopped the hand he was about to shake off.

"Then what do you mean you don't go back to school?" The mother took her father's hand and asked worriedly.

"I want to transfer ......," I muttered inwardly.

"Transfer? To put it lightly! What do you think of school? The father put his hands on his waist and looked angry.

"You dare to pick and choose based on your grades...... I'm lucky enough to be in this school......" Mother frowned, her tone full of helplessness.

I stared at the floor in silence, listening to them accuse me of being ignorant and uncompromising, but I never waited for what I wanted to hear. Is it all said and done? Why don't you care about why I want to transfer at all? I cried out in my heart.

I slammed my bag on the ground, interrupting their chatter. "I'm white, and the implication is that you can't help me transfer to another school, or even if you have a way, you won't help me transfer, right?"

"Vexatious!" My father was so angry that his face turned red. Thankfully, my mother held his hand tightly, otherwise I would have had to slap him a few times.

"Okay, don't talk about those useless things, pick up your school bag, the meal is almost ready." My mother kept giving me a look, signaling me to stop messing around, so that I would not suffer from flesh and skin.

Sure enough, I still can't count on it! Thinking of this, I wiped away my tears with my hands and hid in my room with my schoolbag.

That night, I didn't eat dinner or take a shower, but closed the door and cried. My parents probably thought I needed to calm down and reflect on my mistakes on my own, so they let me go hungry all night.

In the middle of the night, it started to rain. I opened the window and let the wind blow the rain into the house and sprinkle it on my face and body. The cold of the rain diluted the scorching heat of my tears, and before I knew it, I stopped crying and listened to the wind and rain outside the window. The cloudy sky gradually became overcast, and when a ray of sunlight revealed a yellowish glow through the thick clouds, I realized that it was already morning, a Saturday morning...... A thought crossed my mind, and I put on my shoes and headed straight for school, ignoring the rainstorm outside. The doorman looked at me who was soaked in the rain with a puzzled look, perhaps because he recognized me as a student here, so he let me go without saying anything. I ran straight to the basketball court, only to be disappointed to find it empty. I sat against the barbed wire fence for a long time, but no one appeared.

The wind and rain that is said to be good will not change...... Why didn't you come...... Why don't you help me...... I trembled and muttered in pain, and suddenly I passed out in the dark.

I had a dream in which I saw Xingyuan...... Under the headlights of the big truck, her face looked brilliant and unreal, but her dark eyes still retained some realism. She looked at me quietly with tears in her eyes, as if she wanted to say something to me, but before I could turn white, the dream was over......

By the time I regained consciousness, I was lying in a hospital bed, wearing a crisp hospital gown and a few bruises on the back of my hand.

"You have a high fever for several days, and the doctor said it was pneumonia...... "My mother helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water.

I drank the full glass of water until my throat felt less dry.

"If the doorman hadn't found out in time and called 120, you would have died!" Perhaps because I was still very weak, my father held back his anger and did not have a seizure.

"There are no classes on the weekend, what are you doing at school?"

"I don't know how to use an umbrella on a rainy day, is there something wrong with your head?"

Annoying...... "I'm tired......" I replied angrily, then ignored them and fell asleep.

I think it was my body that responded to my heart, and it took me more than a month to fully recover. Unlike Xu Yinyao, who had excellent grades, my absence for more than a month was enough to affect my schoolwork throughout the school year, and my unbearable midterm exam results made the school inevitably lose confidence in me. Therefore, the school repeatedly hinted to my parents that I should apply for repeating a grade, but due to my parents' good face, the school has not received a satisfactory reply.

After all, I know very well that I can't keep up with the progress of teaching by my own ability anyway, and secondly, I no longer care about the attitude of others towards me, in the more than a month of recuperation, I am used to being alone, used to talking to myself, but I am a lot unfamiliar with communicating with others. The barrier between me and others unexpectedly became a barrier to protect me, allowing me to see their words and actions as an outsider.

After the final exams, my parents told me the good news: the transfer process was completed.