do not want to reincarnate

After that, he would call me often, knowing that I had a bad signal at work, so he always called me when I was off work, and QQ began to reply to my messages, but I gradually didn't want to talk to him more, and there was a gap. There is a gap, and I feel that he and I are not suitable to be friends.

His birthday is at the end of April, so he called me to ask me what gift I was going to give him. I struggled for a long time. I am a monthly salary of more than 1000 to [-]. At that time, the rent was [-], and I kept [-] for myself. , and send all the rest home. My mother is farming in her hometown to support her life.

What should I give him?With only 200 yuan in hand, I asked many people in the department, and finally I decided to give him a retro teacup.

I picked for a long time and was very careful.

I asked his address, it took more than four hours by car, he walked up to me as soon as I got off the bus, I looked at his smiling face in a daze, this is the least thing I would do for a friend, for For a birthday present, I ran to another city.

Listening to his introduction to each place, entering his rented apartment, the kind of residential building with dozens of floors, standing at the door, I hesitated whether to take off my shoes, it was too clean, I felt inferior, and I wanted to escape if it was clean. , fled back to the rented room that belonged to me, it was the most comfortable place for me to sit.

I'm curious that he didn't have any friends to accompany him on his birthday.

He smiled mysteriously and said, "My birthday passed a few days ago, but my real birthday is today."

I wondered why there are true and false birthdays. He answered my doubts and said: "Generally, birthdays are listed on the ID card. My mother is superstitious, saying that birthdays should not be known by others, so she lied about it a few days ago."

I couldn't understand it at the time, but when I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother told me a true story. She said that there was a woman who was at odds with her mother-in-law. her eyes.

I was shocked, and I didn't know until then that my birthday was also fake, and that's when I really knew the real birthday.

This incident shocked me a lot and changed my perspective on certain things.

One can imagine how much he trusted me to tell me his secret birthday.

Of course I didn't know that at the time.

I nervously took out the gift I gave him, but he took it and didn't look at it right away, my heart sank and I felt as expected.

I cooked a meal for him and went out for a walk with him, but when I returned to my rented room, I felt a sense of depression in my chest.

After that, I didn’t see each other for a long time. It was my birthday, and he didn’t come. I sent a message. I always felt that I was asking him for a gift. I struggled for a long time and didn’t send it.

He didn't reply, I sat on the bed blankly looking at the watch in my left hand, thinking for the first time why I care about him so much?

However, I didn't think about any results. The general conclusion is that he is my very important friend.

Happy belated birthday, it was the day after my birthday, and his tone on the phone was tired.

I wondered again if I was bothering him.

The girl in another department who liked me resigned and left, and my colleagues teased me for breaking that girl's heart.

I was the last one to walk after lunch that day. I wanted to send him a message. We hadn't contacted for half a month. At this moment, a man's voice called me back to God.

I saw a supervisor from another department beckoning to me in the elevator, and I went in without thinking. It was an elevator dedicated to freight.

The supervisor is an uncle in his 40s. As I call the supervisor an uncle, I was only 23 years old at that time.

The supervisor asked me to chat with my girlfriend?

I wondered who I was chatting with and what to do with the supervisor. I still smiled and answered no. The supervisor asked me how many years I had worked, etc. The more I talked, the closer I got, and the hand touched my waist. That weird sense of fear came back. Panic pushed the perverted supervisor away.

The elevator door just opened, and I ran out. I sat at the workplace panting with lingering fear, my legs trembling, and when I closed my eyes, I thought of the supervisor's disgusting smile.

That night I had a nightmare that I hadn’t had for a long time. I frantically resisted trying to get rid of the succubus, sweating all over my body, and my heart was pounding in the dark, which was weirdly obvious. I shook my hand and touched my watch to see that it was one o’clock in the morning.

Like a life-saving straw, I clenched the watch he gave me, turned on the light and curled up in the bed, staring until dawn.

After that day, I occasionally saw the supervisor and ran away. After all, the supervisor was not in charge of my department, but I heard that the supervisor was very perverted, and it was not uncommon for young girls in the department to be harassed by him.

I have been working steadily for a month, just when I let go of my guard...

That night I went out to eat supper after nine o'clock in the evening, and ran into the supervisor when I came back. It would never be such a coincidence that I happened to meet in a dark place with no one and no light. I can be sure that the supervisor is waiting for me.

I didn't wait for the supervisor to say anything, I turned around and ran away. The supervisor chased me and grabbed my shoulder, and punched me on the back. I suddenly felt that the organs in my body were trembling, and I was dazed for a while.

Disgusting face, humiliating words between me, even if someone came in the uninhabited damp alley, they would not be nosy, I felt a sense of despair at that moment.

It was like a dream, I actually took advantage of that perverted supervisor to relax his vigilance, bent my knees and pressed his chin hard, he groaned and had no time to take care of me, I got up and ran.

My legs were trembling, and my whole body was in fear. No matter where it was in front of me, no matter how many times I stepped on it and fell, there was only one thought in my heart, escape!I can't be seen by others, let alone let him know, I feel disgusting and perverted, not to mention my him, he will look at me with disgust, I am afraid, I am afraid that I will lose him.

It wasn't until the traffic roared on the road that I woke up in a trance. I found a bank next to the market. I sat there, and there was a woman selling Mala Tang next to me, which made me feel safe.

My whole body is very dirty, two fingernails are cracked, and a collar button is missing. I hold it tightly with my hands and bury my head in my knees. Occasionally, people pass by. I know they think I look like a beggar. Maybe it sounds better. Who is the child who ran away from home.

I took out my mobile phone, and there were a few numbers, my mother's, his's, and a classmate's. I wanted to hear his voice, but I was afraid that he would ask me what I was doing.

The night was very dry, I shivered from the cold, and finally called a classmate who I hadn't contacted for more than half a year. As for why I kept this classmate's number, this classmate was very beautiful, and the kind of beauty that would never be mistaken for a girl made me feel the same. The illusion of sympathy.

I said that I wanted to change jobs, and my classmate immediately asked me to go to work with him. I hesitated, and talked a lot with my classmate, alleviating my depression to despair, until my phone ran out of battery.

At two o'clock in the morning, the female owner who sold Mala Tang closed the stall and was about to leave. I was so scared that I didn't know what to do next. I didn't dare to go back. I was afraid that there would be no one's way under the dim street lights.

However, I was lucky, the female boss was pushing the cart on the way I wanted to go back, and I followed her. I was afraid that she would mistake me for a bad person, so I took the initiative to help her push the heavy tricycle.

The female boss is in her 40s and was surprised that I helped her.

I feel like God is helping me. Her tire was punctured by something, otherwise there is no need to push it.

She thought I was hungry, but indeed I looked very embarrassed, she wanted to give me something to eat, but I shook my head and refused, and when I told my purpose, she said with a smile that I was timid.

After chatting all the way, I went to a market not far from my rented house and she was on a different road. I stood at the door of a 24-hour convenience supermarket.

I finally pressed his phone number. I didn't know why I was so eager for him to come to me after hearing my words. I felt uncomfortable and wronged and my eyes were red.

No one answered the first call, and my tears fell uncontrollably. He answered my call, and I held back my sobs so that he would not hear me crying.

But I was startled by the sound, and he asked me what happened.

My emotions exploded all of a sudden, and I couldn't answer him when I cried. I thought about not letting him know why I was still crying, and I was nothing like this.

At three o'clock in the morning, the people on the night shift get off work, and I waited for this time to go back with the people on the same road.

Back in my small rental room, I immediately relaxed, boiled water to take a shower, and then sat on the bed in a daze.

Where should I go?

When do you fall asleep?I have no idea.When I woke up the next morning, there was a missed call on my mobile phone, and it was my supervisor.

I replied that I would not do it. The manager of the department I was in was a young man who was very nice. He asked me to sign the resignation letter, even though the company asked me to go.

His head was heavy, and his whole body was uncomfortable, especially the place on the back where the disgusting supervisor hit him. When he turned around, he was in pain.

I looked haggard in the mirror, with bruises on my neck from being kissed. I wanted to scrape that piece of skin off, and indeed I planned to do so.

Sometimes I was very hard on myself, I took a blade and cut one knife at a time. I was very careful to only cut the thin skin, and the blood flowed into my chest from the wound.

The same is true for the one on my wrist. I look at the bright red blood, and my heart is calm. I am neither afraid nor excited.

He came, and when I heard his voice and knock on the door, I immediately cleaned up the bloody tissues in the trash can, packed myself in a panic, and went to open the door in a turtleneck sweater.

His demeanor has changed again, and he seems to have grown taller too, frowning made me feel guilty for no reason.

He asked me why I cried last night.

I want to cheat him, I have to cheat him, I said because I was robbed of 50 yuan.

At that time, there were a lot of robberies, and the robbers took the money with one hand. After realizing it, everyone walked away. I didn't lie to him.

I saw that he was relieved and believed me, and he said: "You worry me a lot, you know? I thought something happened to you, so I didn't sleep in the middle of the night and came to the earliest car at dawn."

I'm sorry, I feel guilty for him.