Song Yi pressed against Wen Xin's neck and pressed her against the door of the utility room.

The force in his hand became heavier and heavier, Wen Xin almost lost consciousness, and Song Yi's movements in his hand became more presumptuous.

"Help...... Save ......" Wen Xin just wanted to shout, but found that Song Yi suddenly unloaded.

Then, Song Yi supported her body, his expression gradually became distorted, and then, Wen Xin saw his eyelids, "boom", a peculiar smell came, Song Yi spit it out, Wen Xin only felt that his chest was hot, and the clothes on the right half of his body, as well as his shoulders, especially his chest, were covered with Song Yi's vomit.

Wen Xin was stunned, and then, as if he had lost his mind, Song Yi fell down against her body.

The feeling of suffocation poured into her body like a lake.

Suddenly, Wen Xin knelt on the ground and began to retch, she had already vomited just now, she couldn't spit out anything now, saliva was hanging on her mouth, she just wanted to reach out and wipe it, the smell of vomit on her body made her retch, she was almost out of strength, she forced herself to take out a balcony dress, and then ran to the toilet.

"Smack!" With a bang, the door was locked, she put down her clothes, and then knelt next to the toilet again and again and vomited and vomited, she was so uncomfortable, she only felt that her head was spinning, and then, she still couldn't vomit anything, and her throat was sore from strong stomach acid.

She sat down in front of the toilet, panting, her head a little dazed, and then infinite nausea and fear filled her body, she folded her knees, then wrapped her arms around her, and buried her face in her hands.

The faucet on the sink was dripping with water, and Wen Xin's eyes were dripping with water.

"Wash it off, wash it off!!" The shower continued to spray, Wen Xin also roared, she rubbed her body over and over again, until blood appeared on her arms and neck, and the blood stained the water flowing from her body red, she looked at the blood stains left on her hands, and finally stopped, and then waited for a while, and rubbed again.

Her world is gray, and so is she.

When she came out, Wen Xin only felt that the right half of her body was hot, as well as her arms. She changed her underwear, and when she picked up the clothes she brought in, she found that the sink was wet, and her clothes were also wet, no way, she hesitated for a moment, but still put them on. Then she walked out the door.

At the door of the bathroom, she could smell the smell of wine on Song Yi's body, and the whole room was a little smoky, she walked to her small utility room, plucked up her courage, and then opened the door.

The smell of gas, which was a hundred times more irritating than the outside, Wen Xin's olfactory organs were desperately protesting, she only knew at this time that inferior wine and high-quality wine even tasted different, she remembered Wen Long, her father, after vomiting, let her kneel down and wipe it, or her grandma helped her persuade Wen Long, cleaned up for Wen Xin, Wen Xin was spared, she forcibly walked in with regurgitation, quickly opened the window, and only a little stained on the ground, that is to say, mostly, Song Yi vomited on Wen Xin's body.

Wen Xin found the garbage bag, then pulled out a lot of paper, quickly wrapped it, threw it into the garbage bag, then sealed the garbage bag, and trotted out the door. Then I got a mop and mopped the things on the ground for a while.

How many times did Song Yi vomit at home like this, did he clean it up properly? She thought she felt sick to see every part of this room now.

After finishing it, she looked at Song Yi who fell to the ground, stunned, she sat down in front of the window, and looked at Song Yi who fell to the ground in front of her and muttered something.

Once again, a sense of despair filled her body, why? She asked herself aloud, I just want to find a place to stay, can't I?

She was furious, she opened her schoolbag, and with trembling hands turned out the utility knife from it, with a "bang", she pushed the head of the knife out, and then walked towards Song Yi step by step, squatting beside Song Yi, the blade was facing his neck, her eyes gradually became sharp, her panting gradually worsened, her eyes were bloodshot, and the killing intent was gradually thickening.

"Whew-whew-"

She gradually raised her hand, the knife and her hand trembling.

The last breath sounded, heavy and powerful.

"Di-" There was a long whistle, and a white light flashed through the window carrying a van.

Wen Xin was startled, and with a "clang", the knife fell to the ground.

Wen Xin snorted and sat on the ground: "I, what am I doing?" ”

Wen Xin held her face, and warm tears seemed to burn through her palms.

Outside the window, a crow on a telephone pole was chirping, watching everything that was happening in the house.

Wen Xin turned Song Yi over with difficulty, and one by one, Wen Xin pulled Song Yi by the collar and dragged him into his room little by little, Song Yi muttered something in her mouth, she couldn't hear it clearly.

Didn't eat dinner plus what happened just now, she didn't have the strength, she could only drag it slowly step by step, she opened the door of Song Yi's bedroom for the first time, and after fumbling for a while, she found the switch.

She tried, but she really didn't have the strength to move the drunk Song Yi in front of her to bed, she sat on the edge of Song Yi's bed, surrounded by messy words, and there were napkins everywhere on the ground.

"Yang Qing, you will give this money when you step on the horse......"

Hearing Yang Qing's name, she couldn't help but feel a tightening in her heart, and the figure of that woman appeared in Wen Xin's head again.

"What is he talking about?" Wen Xin leaned over to hear what Song Yi was saying.

Suddenly, Song Yi grabbed her hand, and she quickly shook it off in fear, fear once again invaded her brain.

She trembled and ran out of the room, then back to her room.

She shrunk into the innermost corner of the bed, and from then on she had an extra utility knife under her pillow, Wen Xin sat on the bed in despair, and cars kept passing by outside the window, and suddenly, one or two drops of rain fell on the glass, and then more, it rained.

The window was still open, but Wen Xin didn't want to close it, she shrunk in the corner, her clothes were wet, and she was trembling, like a frightened kitten. Suddenly, her eyes glanced at the violin bag tucked under the bed.

Her tears stopped, and she crawled over in embarrassment, like someone who had been in the dark for a long time saw the light, and tried desperately to reach out and touch it.

She pulled out her violin and bow and held them in her hands, and she remembered Xiao Yao.

"I won't allow you to rot here!"

This sentence woke up Wen Xin, who seemed to be devoured, like an alarm bell, Wen Xin was about to collapse, Xiao Yao's words saved her.

"Then hold your head high for me, and never lower it like you do today."

"You're trapped yourself, and I'll get you out."

Xiao Yao's voice gradually became louder in Wen Xin's mind, deafening and deafening.

"Xin'er, you want to be good, okay?"

"The world spurns you, Yaoyao loves you, and Yaoyao's shoulders will always be for you."

"If I'm happier than anyone else, then I want you to be as happy as I am"

……

Xiao Yao's words lingered in Wen Xin's mind, and she didn't stop.

In this bleak and silent night, Wen Xin didn't know how many times she had cried, from entanglement, to grievance, to pain, to moving.

The cars outside the window still roared by occasionally like wild beasts.

"There was light on the way here, Yaoyao, you lit it for me." Wen Xin said silently, and the color of her world gradually returned.

The hand that grasped the bow became tighter.

"Yaoyao, you have to be good, I have to be good, let's go down, we have to go on whatever we encounter."

This night, Wen Xin spoke out for the first time, her tears were dry, but the crying was heartbreaking, and she couldn't help but die.

His head rested tightly on his violin and bow, as if he could inject an analgesic into her bruised body.

The tumbling in her stomach continued, she only felt very thirsty, and reluctantly drank some water to suppress it, and there was only the taste of stomach acid left in her mouth, under the coercion of water, it was lighter, her lips were a little dry, and she didn't know how long this situation would last.

Suddenly, she began to feel a splitting headache, her brain ached like all the cells were fighting, but her spirit was tense, and she stared intently at the door, like some man-eating monster hiding outside the door.

She wanted to get out of here, but where could she go out of here? has no place to live, and it is impossible for her own money to solve the problem of food and housing, if Song Yi really doesn't care about her, it is very likely that she will have to die on the street in the end, or do some unsightly work.

She also thought about it for a hundred years, but when she thought of the promise with Xiao Yao, she felt suffocated again, she was like being in the middle of a lake, unable to float or sink, and the surroundings were full of darkness.

The lights were turned on all night, Wen Xin, she didn't sleep all night, when the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone on the window of her room, her haggard face moved, she turned her head to look at the sunlight outside the window, and finally relaxed a little, she was very sleepy, she wanted to sleep, but she couldn't sleep at all.

When she relaxed, she felt that every organ in her body seemed to be complaining to her about dissatisfaction, and the discomfort instantly overflowed her brain, making her a little unbearable, especially the stinging pain from her heart. She wanted to stay at home and rest, but she was even more afraid to stay here, she glanced at her phone, it was still early. She washed up a little and put on some light makeup to cover her haggardness. Putting on lipstick to improve her complexion, she looked at her hungry self in the mirror to make herself look less haggard, and then, she quietly went out.