Ginger Flower

"Cong Shen, Cong Shen! I have good news for you!" Jiang Hua picked up the phone and said to Cong Shen before he walked out of the school gate.

Cong Shen said softly: "I'll talk about anything when I come back. I'm busy now, be good, little Jianghua."

After speaking, he hung up the phone, leaving behind a cold beeping sound.

The smile on the corner of Jiang Hua's mouth slowly froze. After putting away the phone, she walked home.

It's with that girl.

That's why I'm too busy to talk to me.

Jiang Hua pursed her lips tightly, trying to laugh but couldn't.

In the evening, Jiang Hua cooks, eats and washes dishes alone at home.

Jiang Hua deliberately looked at the glasses while taking a shower.

The half-length mirror can just reflect the parts above Jiang Hua's lower abdomen. The delicate collarbone, beautiful nipples/tips, and narrow waist and abdomen can all be regarded as attracting others' attention.

Looking at the face in the mirror, Jiang Hua suddenly felt disgusted.

If it wasn't for it, I wouldn't be beaten by my father, and if it wasn't for it, I wouldn't be bullied by big guys when I was a child.

Fingers caressed the mirror, and the short cut nails made a sharp sound on the mirror.

Jiang Hua shook her body and found Jiang Xu's razor next to the toiletries.

The detachable blade is thin and sharp.

Jiang Hua took out the razor blade, and first scratched her face lightly. There was no pain at all, but when the blade touched the skin, Jiang Hua seemed to be able to hear the sound of the tight skin exploding instantly, and the blood flowed down the skin Shed, and the platelets immediately plug the wound, leaving an ugly, mottled wound.

Jiang Hua smiled in satisfaction, and slowly moved the blade towards her neck.

The blood vessels in the neck can be clearly seen, densely packed blood vessels, and bulging veins.

I don't know what kind of aesthetic feeling the blade has on it.

The blade cut gently along the neck, and Jiang Hua even suspected that it was his mother's touch before she left.

A little deeper, you can touch heaven.

"Ring-ring--"

Jiang Hua gasped in fright, the wounds on her face and neck were obviously not as shallow as she expected.

Jiang Hua washed the razor blades, wrapped in a bath towel and took out the first aid kit with shaking hands.

After dressing the wound, Jiang Hua squatted on the ground and sweated profusely.

The bell rang again, Jiang Hua struggled to get up to answer the phone, her voice was indescribably hoarse.

"what happened?"

"Little Jianghua? Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

"...I didn't hear, what's the matter?"

"Oh...it's nothing, I just wanted to ask what you were going to tell me just now."

It seems that Cong Shen has always saved himself, on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Hua turned back and turned off all the lights and went back to the room, saying, "I just want to tell you about your going to school..."

"Oh, you're talking about the fact that I'm one point short? Hey, it's been resolved a long time ago. Last time I played the forward in the city's basketball team and finished third. The school gave me a point for consideration... Don't you know? "

Jiang Hua's face turned pale instantly, and she said, "When did it happen?"

Cong Shen chewed his food, thought for a while and said, "A few days ago, the director of the admissions office called me."

"Then, congratulations, I'll hang up first."

"Hey wait a minute..." Cong Shen was about to say something, but the phone was cut off, "What good news did he want to say?..."

Jiang Hua closed her eyes and bit her upper lip.

It seems that there is nothing that can help Cong Shen, so what is the meaning of his own existence.

where are parents

Where are the classmates and teachers?

Where are the friends.

Cong Shen... Where is it?

They don't need me anymore.

Jiang Hua squatted on the ground slowly.

I know... I know... something is wrong with me.

I need to regulate myself...I have to...

Jiang Hua trembled, and the weakness from his lower limbs swept his whole body.

I really want to be needed, hugged, protected and cherished.

Jiang Hua tilted her head, looked at the turned off TV, and saw her own reflection in it.

Jiang Hua rubbed her eyes, changed a set of clothes and went out.