when we kiss the blade

When I was 12 years old, I wanted to get rid of An Weng as my father. Similarly, An Weng also wanted to stuff me back into my mother's body and remake me, but he couldn't do it.

He has been resenting how his son is so boring.

Since he was a child, he forced me to play flying chess with him. When I figured out all his routines, he learned the most ruthless move.

With a bold wave of his hand, he smiled brightly at me and announced: "Shao Ting, you lost."

I said, "You lost."

He persevered and persisted until the end: "If you lose, you lose, you have to admit it."

I think I should be the one who said this: "An Weng, if you lose, you lose, you have to admit it."

He does not admit all failures, but he understands all failures, even if the inside has been torn apart, the outside is still as hopeless as ever.When I apologized to someone for the first time, he slapped me when I went back, as if I had murdered and set fire.

He put aside all his affairs, hurried back to wait for me, and knocked out my last crumbling baby tooth: "You actually apologized to people, why don't you lick people's shoes? The laughter of those people almost killed me. My ears are deafened, congratulations, they will laugh at you as an idiot!"

He was so angry that he wanted to stab me with a throwing knife, but he couldn't do it, so it would be good to throw it twice.

Although I don't agree with this way of doing things, I was helplessly assimilated by him. Over time, I discovered the uniqueness of this method. As long as I admit failure in my heart, it doesn't matter whether I admit it or not. , It is also a good choice to reverse right and wrong and talk nonsense.

When An Weng is wrong, he can write a [-]-word reflection, but he will not spare a single word.

He didn't let me go to the Noble Academy, so he put me in a prison-like fully closed perverted school, no matter whether I lived or died.I wondered if he had a vicious woman outside. The vicious woman asked him to abuse me. He was bewitched by beauty and then sacrificed me.

In the last year of my middle school, all the students in the school jumped off the building one after another. On the complex building, the highest of which was no more than the ninth floor, the students who wanted to die the most would climb to the ninth floor. The oppression made them sweat profusely, with black eye circles, skinny, and a bang when they landed, a pile of dry bones.

At that time, I was sorting out my luggage and preparing for my study abroad career.

And An Weng is still continuing his flying chess.

In St. Petersburg University, the students are as free as a group of wild beasts. Because the studies are really boring, I am accompanied by the feasting and feasting.

And Eddie is an out-and-out good student. My clearest memory of him still stays in his appearance at the prom.When I suddenly realized that even if I didn’t eat, drink or sleep, I might not be able to make up for my homework, he knocked on the door of my apartment with a suitcase.

I didn't pay him anything, he stayed for a few days, solved his academic problems, and we were strangers again.

A year later, when I had finished almost all my homework ahead of schedule, he knocked on the door of my apartment again. I hated uninvited guests and didn't open the door.

A few months later, I took a year off from school to travel.

During the year, I met a few men and completely forgot about that man.

When I came back, Yan Feng told me that the man had also dropped out of school, and I heard that he had messed with someone, and the situation was serious.

I smiled: "What does that have to do with me? What's the point of telling me this?"

Yan Feng also smiled: "It's not interesting. After you dropped out of school, he asked me about your whereabouts, saying that he wanted you to be his lover. I said you have many lovers, let him line up..." He Sighing, "But he is too unlucky, he got into the underworld before you..."

I sneered indifferently: "It shouldn't be him who provoked him, it should be someone else who provoked him. Who can such a well-behaved student provoke."

Not long after, I met him in the corner of the library.

A few boys surrounded him in a corner, teased wantonly, and bent over. Two walls formed a closed space with four or five boys, and a weak voice of explanation came from inside.

"Aren't you a dancer? How can you dance for others, but not us? Do you think we can't afford your performance fee?!"

A man was aggressive, he took off the tie around his neck, strangled him who was squatting in the corner, and finally his hands were tied by two ties, the man dragged him past me, patted me on the shoulder, and did it with a smile A gesture of secrecy.

When he entered the monitoring area, the men showed great mercy. He had the opportunity to stand up, and his legs and feet were still a little uncomfortable. I knew very well that this was not a symptom of being dragged, but the result of being raped.

I still don't have any reaction, I don't think he has anything to do with me.

However, he turned around and called me, looked at me with pleading eyes, and waved to me from a distance.I haven't forgotten my purpose of coming to the library, I stretched out my index finger and shook it: "You go first."

In the evening, he came to my apartment in the heavy rain. He was very nervous. It was completely different from when he came here more than two years ago. I'm curious, why are you so weak? Let others trample on you?"

His mind is very clear: "If I resist, they will be more cruel, and this school will expel me."

"Then you try it first, resist it, and see what they do? Will the school expel you?" I laughed.

He felt that what I said made sense, but also felt that something was wrong, and struggled: "Really? I can try it, will you help me?"

I don't care: "It depends."

A week later, Yan Feng told me that the man had been expelled from school, "Congratulations, you have saved one more trouble."