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I don't understand why she wants me to eat bugs, maybe to embarrass me?As she said, my family is very poor.Although the bug was disgusting, I chose to eat it so that I would not have to pay back the money.

Zhang Die told me that there is another request.

"Starting tomorrow, you must write a love letter to a boy every day."

I refused.

She looked at me with a sneer, and said that if I didn't do it, I would be miserable every day in school.I know she does what she says, but even so...

I think of Wang Xuan, I can't write love letters to other boys.

Ye Ling quickly flipped through a few more pages.

In the next few days, Haruka was isolated and bullied by her classmates at school.

On September 9, it rained heavily.

A girl from the same class ran over and asked me in a low voice, "Do you like Wang Xuan?"

I blushed and nodded.

She said: "Actually, I also have a boy I like, and he is Wang Xuan's deskmate."

After listening to her words, I looked up and saw that Wang Xuan's deskmate was a fat boy.

The girl held my hand and said, "My handwriting is ugly, can you write a love letter for me for him?"

Looking at her eyes asking for help, I couldn't bear to refuse and agreed.I helped her write a love letter, and after showing it to her, I helped her pass it to the fat man.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but when I handed the love letter to the fat man, there seemed to be a hurt expression in Wang Xuan's eyes.

September 10, overcast.

When I woke up, I found myself lying naked on the bed in a small hotel, with that fat boy sleeping next to me.

The fat man woke up, and the first thing he said was, "I really can't tell, you don't talk much, but behind your back..." He stretched out his hand and touched it.

I was so scared that I fell to the ground.

The body seems to be falling apart, especially the pain from a certain part tells me what happened last night.

What exactly is going on?Why am I in a hotel with Fatty, and...

I can't remember, my memory seems to be blank.

Wang Tianming sighed heavily from the side, "The worm she ate was a Gu worm. If I'm not wrong, as long as she writes a love letter and hands it to someone, her body will uncontrollably be with him."

"That girl named Zhang Die is really poisonous!"

"Isn't Haruka ruined? No wonder she..."

Fortunately, Haruka's mother was far away. If she heard it, she would probably run away on the spot.

Ye Ling continued to turn the pages below.

September 10, rain.

The story of me having sex with Fatty was spread all over the class by him vividly.

I was annoyed and distressed, and never dared to look at Wang Xuan again.

September 10, rain.

Zhang Die, I watched a short video in which the protagonists are Fatty and I.

She said: "It's still the same as before, as long as you write a love letter to the boys in the class every day, oh no, it doesn't have to be the boys in the class, men in other classes or in the small town are fine."

"As long as you do, I will delete this video. Otherwise..." She smiled sweetly, "I will show this video to your parents, relatives and friends."

"Why do you insist on asking me to write love letters to boys?" I don't understand, I really can't figure it out.

"Because you like to write love letters. You know, I like Wang Xuan, and you wrote him a love letter. Since you like to write so much, then write enough."

"Yes, or no?" she asked me.

I stared at her angrily, do I have a choice?

Forget it, it's just a love letter, anyway, Wang Xuan and I are no longer possible. "I promise you."

Zhang Die smiled.

September 9, overcast.

I wrote a love letter to a boy in the next class and put it in his shoe cabinet.

September 9, overcast.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the hotel bed again. There was no one next to me. The discomfort in my body reminded me of what happened last night.

Why did this happen again, why did that memory disappear again?I feel very strange, but can't figure it out.

November 9, sunny day.

Zhang Die asked me to continue writing.

I held the pen without moving.

She suddenly said sarcastically: "I just asked you to write a love letter, but I didn't ask you to go to the hotel with others. You don't want to write it on the surface, but in fact..." She put her hand on my chest, "I want it in my heart. more."

"Don't talk about it anymore." What happened in the past few days broke me down.

September 9, overcast.

I appeared in the hotel again, with a boy lying next to me.

November 9, sunny day.

There was a lot of talk about me at school.

"Does An Qingxiang know? She writes love letters to boys every day. As long as you receive her love letter, you can have a room with her."

10 month 1 day.

Wang Xuan transferred to another school and left.

The day before he left, the two met on the street.

The moment they passed by, he said, "How did you become like this?"

I stopped and looked back.

Wang Xuan only left me a back view.

The diary ends here.

Ye Ling closed the diary.

"Finished?" The woman put two cups of tea on the table. "sit."

Ye Ling and Wang Tianming sat down on the sofa.

"Drink tea."

The tea was dark and gave off an unpleasant smell.Where do the two dare to drink?

Ye Ling asked curiously: "Auntie, since you know that Qingxiang was killed by a classmate, have you gone to the school to find the principal?"

The woman wiped away her tears and choked up, "After the accident, the principal came to our house with a bank card, 100 million."

What do you mean, reconciled?

"Then?"

"Qingxiang's father settled with the money."

I thought they loved their daughter so much, but that's it?To be honest, Ye Ling was disappointed.

"You must think that I am not a good mother?" the woman asked suddenly.

Ye Ling didn't speak.

"My daughter was bullied to death, and I want the person who killed her to pay for her life, but...but..." The woman burst into tears, "Zhang Die's father is the principal of the school, we can't fight. My husband It is said that the life of the living will continue, and with 100 million our lives can be improved, and we can have another child."

"Do you think so?" Ye Ling looked at her and asked.

The woman raised her hand and beat her chest vigorously, and said in pain, "If I could, I would exchange my life for my daughter's."

……

Come out from Haruka's house.

Wang Tianming said: "This is the tragedy of the poor."