you're nothing but scum

In the end, I didn't tell him that it was Yao Jiu.

The person who made me want to jump up and kill was Yao Jiu.

I really feel that I can't discuss this matter with Song Xiuming. I always feel that it's too late, but I guess Song Xiuming can also guess.

Song Xiuming just smiled at my silence, and said to send Liang Liang and me back after finishing his cigarette.

I'm a little surprised that he can be so proactive.

When I got home downstairs, I could still see the familiar car not far away.

It was already dark, and Yao Jiu was also sitting in the car.

Even though it was so far away, I couldn't see whether the person in the car had turned his head, but I knew Yao Jiu was staring at me.

Maybe couples get along a lot, and they can still cultivate this kind of tacit understanding.

It's just that this kind of tacit understanding can be used at the right time and on the right things.

I walked upstairs with the support of Liang Liang.

The Lin Luo family has already returned. As soon as Liang Liang and I went upstairs, he opened the door to welcome us.

I entered the room by myself on crutches, took off my overcoat and fell on the bed, while Liang Liang was talking to Lin Luo about something outside.

Since he and Liang Liang moved here, since there is a small cubicle built by the people who live here downstairs, if the people in this building want to take a shower, they will go to the small cubicle to wash.

It's just that the draft in the small cubicle in winter is really unbearable, so Liang Liang and I couldn't stand it after a few washes.Later, whenever I want to take a bath, Liang Liang will take me back to "Night Scenery" and find someone I know to wash in the room.When not taking a shower, I can only bring a basin of water to wipe my body.

I wiped my body hastily and went to bed, feeling exhausted all over, but I didn't forget to take the medicine.

I swallowed the medicine with a large bottle of water, and I shrank into the bed.

Liang Liang yelled, "It's so early to sleep."

The place where I was stepped on today really hurts, even though Song Xiuming helped me deal with it, there is still unstoppable numbness.I said something: "I'm tired, go to bed first." I ignored Liang Liang and fell asleep by myself.

Unexpectedly, I really didn't sleep well that night, and I was haunted by nightmares.

I dreamed about coming out of Yao Jiu's villa that day again.

The major experiences in a person's life are always so unforgettable, and even some small details are clearly remembered.

I heard the sound of something being whisked off behind me, probably some glass product fell to the ground, and there was a "crash".

I heard Yao Jiu yelling "Mo Le" angrily from the door behind me, but I don't know if I heard it wrong, because they have already kicked me out of the door, what else did he call me?

When the warm liquid slid down my cheeks all the way to my chin, hanging on my chin and about to drip but didn't, I knew I was still crying.I have always felt that crying is a shameful thing for men, and indeed no one can bully me to cry.I remember the first time when Tang Qilin pressed me in the toilet and came in and out fiercely behind me, I just put half of my face on the ground, biting my lip to keep myself from making a sound, and thinking that one day To kill the person behind him.

The me in the dream was also the me who turned my head back then.There happened to be a reflector on the side of the road for pedestrians and cars to pay attention to corners. I looked over and saw that my face was pale and my eyes were red. Although one eye was already dripping with tears, my expression was still very fierce.Then I thought, um, it's okay, just such a face, even with tears, it's scary to death.

When I walked out of the villa area in a daze, looking at the heavy traffic in front of me, I suddenly had the feeling of "going back to three years ago overnight".

I wonder if I should call Liang Liang and tell him that Yao Jiu and I still broke up in the end, and he was the one who dumped me.I reckon he had a bet with the guys in the shop and he was definitely the one who bet me the loser, I wonder how much money he made that way.I was also thinking about whether to ask Tang Qilin to find someone to fix that bitch Yang Xilin, and by the way, that inexplicable man Yao Jiu.

With many thoughts in my mind, I picked up the phone and dialed Liang Liang's number.

It was only when I heard a familiar voice shouting "Xiao Le" over there that the sour feeling in my heart gushed out.

I opened my mouth, wanting to call him, but stepped out unconsciously.

At that time, I could no longer tell the difference between red lights and green lights, and I did go through many red lights recklessly before, after all, I am not a good citizen.

So when the retribution came, Liang Liang and I spoke a word, no, two words.

As soon as I called his name, there was a horn honking from the left. When I realized it, the truck that failed to brake knocked me over and ran over me.

The sound of the bones breaking was very similar to the sound of hearts breaking in the animation. At that time, I thought, ah, it's over, it's over...

Then I felt...why are these things necessary...

Torture yourself like this for emotional matters.

The way I am now... in the eyes of those who surround me, the distorted, blood-soaked appearance... the kind of person who made himself like this for a man, not me before Favorite to laugh at?

Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that people will eventually become the kind of people they hate the most.Because all kinds of people are formed for a reason, and you are still laughing at those people, just because what happened to them has not yet happened.

It just comes to you.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I was drenched in cold sweat.

My left leg hurts badly. The toes, calf, and knee bones seem to be all broken. It is very similar to the moment when I was run over by a truck wheel. The only difference is the pain when I was run over by a truck. It was a split second, and then I passed out, but now I can't faint, and the pain has been prolonged infinitely.

I opened my mouth in pain, and silently called Liang Liang's name, and then thought I couldn't wake him up.

Trembling, I grabbed the medicines dispensed today from the table, but fortunately there were painkillers in them.

I swallowed two, and waited for the pain to go away, but I waited all night.

When Liang Liang woke up the next day, it was already noon.

Liang Liang looked at me carefully, and asked, "You look ugly, is your leg hurting again?"

I shook my head and said, "It's okay."

It was only when I made a sound that I realized that my voice was extremely hoarse.

I swallowed my saliva, glanced at the worried Liang Liang, and urged, "Hurry up and cook!"

"Oh... You, you wait, lie down a little longer!" Liang Liang said, and hurriedly went to the refrigerator to get ingredients.

I lay back on the bed and let out a sigh of relief.

However, even though nothing happened during the day, the "left leg" still hurt again at night.

It is like a ghost at midnight, disappearing without a trace when it is illuminated by the sun during the day, and comes back quietly at night, lingering.

I have some very depressive dreams every night, and most of them are things in the past.

Speaking of which, apart from the two years when I was with Yao Jiu, I really don't have much to recall about the days I lived before.

Parents haven't lived a good life since they can remember, and all they can remember is their quarrel.My dad is not a big boss, and he doesn't make much money, but even so, he has completely absorbed the habits of those big bosses, taking care of girls who are about my age as mistresses.

Since being caught by my mother in the hotel, the two have escalated from quarreling to fighting.

My mother doesn't look aggressive, at least she is in good shape, but my father can't handle it at all when fighting.

I remember one time when she scratched a bloodstain on my dad's face, she turned around triumphantly and walked back to the room, locking the door.And my dad wiped the blood on his face with a tissue in anger, and threw the tissue with his blood on my face while wiping.The tissue was light and fluffy, so naturally it had no strength, but I knew that something more powerful would slap me in the face in the next second.

In the past, I didn't want to get involved with them either. These two adults like to mess with me, but when they

When they spread the war between them to me, I couldn't help but resist.

Maybe I was too naive, yes, children can never stay out of the quarrel between parents.

So I kept dreaming at night that I was beaten by my mother, I fought back, was beaten by my father, I fought back, and finally woke up to be tortured by the non-existent left leg.

After enduring it like this for three consecutive days, I really couldn't stand it anymore.

I kind of want to see Song Xiuming, but maybe he's busy in the hospital recently, so he hasn't come to see me.Of course, text messages will still be sent, asking if I have taken my medicine on time, or if my legs feel better.

For the latter question, I always answer "it's okay", because if I tell him truthfully, "it's getting worse and it hurts every day", I always feel like I'm acting like a baby to him.

I called him and got hung up on the first time.I guessed that he was undergoing an operation, so he lay on the bed in a daze.

When it was almost time for dinner, he called back.

When I heard his voice ringing in my ears, I felt a little relieved.I realized that Song Xiuming's position in my heart might not be as insignificant as I imagined, and I felt a little better when I called him.

After hesitating for a long time, I pretended to be indifferent and asked, "Are you busy recently?"

"It's always easy to have trouble during the Chinese New Year." After a pause, Song Xiuming said with a smile, "Do you miss me?"

My face was a little hot, and I said in a rough voice: "Are you kidding me? I'll just ask."

"Hey, I know."

After chatting casually for a few words, there was no topic.

I couldn't help it, I still wanted to ask him when he had time to come over, and before I could ask him, I heard him say: "Ah, I have an operation later, and now I have to prepare...the operation later Call you when you're done?"

I looked at the sky, it's almost time to eat, when will the operation be finished.Song Xiuming's life doesn't revolve around me, so how can he call me whenever he is free... Besides, there is nothing to talk about.

I said with a lack of interest: "No need, it's okay anyway."

After Song Xiuming died, I felt empty again.