I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

Pointing at me, he said sharply, "Why did you change your mind?"

"You're not pretty anymore." I told her, "I changed my mind because you lied to me."

"I didn't lie to you!" She was very emotional, "I told you that I am a person with a story! I told you the first time we met!"

"You just told me that you have a story, but you didn't tell me that the content of the story is that you took drugs!" I tried to keep myself calm, "You don't allow me to contact your parents, lie to me that you quit within two months. But now it’s been a month, and you have no intention of quitting other than getting more and more addicted.”

She started laughing, louder and wilder.

"Liar!" She said in a low voice: "You are heartbroken! You just don't like me anymore! Just find a better wild woman outside! Just like the new and dislike the old! Don't make excuses for yourself! I know it all! I know it all..."

Tears slid down her cheeks, drop by drop, more and more.She lowered her head and muttered to herself: "I'm dying...I'm dying...Is it because I'm not pretty anymore?"

She raised her head and smiled at me suddenly, tears slid down the corner of her cracked mouth to her mouth, "I can still be pretty, you wait, you wait for me..."

After finishing speaking, she stood up and staggered into the bathroom.I followed her and saw her inject two doses of the white solution on her arm.

I looked at her quietly without stopping.Or rather, I don't want to stop.

I watched her trembling body start to straighten up, and she also hummed a light tune, and her eyes regained the confidence they had when they first met.

She smiled gracefully at me, walked right past me to sit by the mirror, and began to put on makeup.

First her messy black hair, then her eyebrows, eyes, mouth... the exquisite makeup was revealed little by little before my eyes.

"Is it pretty?" She raised an eyebrow, "This is what you like."

She put her hands on my neck and began to undress me while teasing me.

"Why don't you touch me?" she asked me. "You haven't touched me since you knew I was addicted. What are you afraid of?"

Her breath hit my ears, her voice was very soft, impeccably gentle.

I gently brushed her hand off my shoulder, turned and left the room.

That night, I contacted her parents.

Before leaving, she screamed hoarsely under her father's restraint, "You bastard! You promised me! You lied to me! You want to get me away so that you can bring that wild woman back, don't you?! Don't even think about it! You bitch! Heartbreaker! You must die!"

In the end, her father slapped her, and she touched the blood on the corner of her mouth, and left my house crying and laughing.

Three months later, on a certain day, I can't remember the date, I received a call from her father, saying that she had passed away forever, and asked if I would like to attend her funeral, and I agreed.

Her funeral was a bit romantic. There was a huge black coffin covered with red petals. She lay peacefully in it, with her usual elegant and gentle smile on her mouth.Holding a Louis XIV flower in her hand, the white evening dress with purple petals looks extremely romantic, which is her favorite style.

The Chinese godfather imitated the posture in the western movie, holding a black book in his hand, with a line of English characters printed on the title page-Asadsoulcankillquickerthanagerm. (A sad soul kills you faster than germs)

It rained lightly that day, hazyly covering the expressions on people's faces.I heard a few low sobs, but I don't know who it was.

The godfather tirelessly read the bird's language that I couldn't understand according to the book, and there were a lot of long prayers.

I think of the scene when she met me for the last time, she stood madly at the door and cursed me loudly with her exquisite makeup and blood stains on the corner of her mouth, she was terribly hideous, but still couldn't hide the nostalgia and emotion in her eyes.

The godfather's lines finally ended with an amen, and people began to leave the venue one after another.A black umbrella floated over my head, and her father, with a slightly tired smile on his lips, asked me politely if I could have a drink with him.

Her father is a high-ranking official in City R, but he and I chose a crowded roadside stall.A pot of flavored shrimp and a pot of millet wine, that's all I talked about with his father.

"She said you cheated." Her father was as direct as she was.

I shook my head and told her father honestly, "I didn't."

In fact, during the time I knew she was doing drugs, I was hanging out at Reet's bar all day with drinks.Especially when I saw clearly that she couldn't quit, it became even more turbulent.

Reet also persuaded me, but we all know that the crux of the problem is not me and her, but that it cannot be solved.

I have no way to send her to a drug rehabilitation center, because I have always believed in her and believed that she can reshape a new self for our future.

However, she did not.

I can't plan the whole thing to be her fault, she can't control herself, and her spirit is often misaligned. To a large extent, I should be held accountable.I knew that her drug addiction was out of control, but I still didn't have the heart to help her make the most appropriate choice.

None of these can be said to be because I was reluctant to let her go to the drug rehabilitation center to suffer pain. Of course, there is also a small part of the reason, but more, it is because I have covered up my emotions, which made her more addicted when she could quit. .

"She didn't die of drugs."

Her father lit a cigarette, and his tone was full of exhaustion, "I knew she was taking drugs, but I didn't stop her, and I kept pretending I didn't see it...I was reluctant to call my father softly at my feet in the past." Little girl, it’s hard to grow up, learn to be independent, learn to be strong, learn to judge right from wrong, and learn to deal with emotions... She no longer calls me daddy softly, she no longer depends on me, and is more patient and humble , stop asking family for money, and start my own company... You see, she is so sensible, how can I bear to break my dream with my own hands..."

Her father smiled wryly, with tears in the corners of his eyes, "She didn't die of taking drugs."

Her father repeated, "She died on sleeping pills."

I was silent and listened to her father alone narrating, "She said you don't like her taking drugs, but she can't quit drugs. She also knows that her days are numbered, and when she is sober, she hopes to keep your favorite look..."

Her father smoked a cigarette and sighed, "Nanbei, she likes you very much."

As soon as I turned the key, Liao Muqiu opened the door from the inside.Before I could even open my mouth, I blamed me, "Why did you come back now? I waited for you from noon to the afternoon, and the food was cold for a long time! You don't want me to heat it up for you unless you give me 100 yuan. "

I smiled, walked around him, went straight to the sofa and sat down, and told him: "I met Reet on the street just now."

"Oh." Liao Muqiu was not interested, and asked me casually, "And then?"

"I just ran into him confessing to someone else."

"Fuck!" Liao Muqiu grabbed my arm suddenly excitedly, "Quick! Tell me from beginning to end!"

I laughed at him, "I didn't expect you to know how to use idioms? What's more, you used two idioms in a row. It's terrible!"

"Fuck you!" Liao Muqiu pushed me, more anxious than a cow driver, "Say it quickly!"

I deliberately slowed down my speech and asked him: "Do you still remember the person he said splashed paint on him?"

"Remember!" Liao Muqiu said, "Is it the old man selling newspapers at the street corner?"

I silently glanced at him and praised him, "I have a really good memory."

He didn't know it, and said something that made me vomit blood: "Could it be that they are together?"

Without waiting for me to refute, he said again: "Fuck, is it such a strong taste? Can the uncle bear it at night?"

I raised my hand and slapped him on the head, and looked at him amusedly, "What are you thinking? Did I say they are together?"

"Who is that?" Liao Muqiu asked me, "Could it be that uncle's son?"

"The uncle's son died a long time ago." I looked at Liao Muqiu speechlessly, feeling a little powerless, "It's the guy who Reet asked him what a rich man was when he said he was covered in paint last time."

Liao Muqiu nodded, and asked me excitedly, "What does that guy look like?"

I joked: "A nose, a pair of eyes, a pair of eyebrows, and a mouth."

Liao Muqiu's smile disappeared instantly, "I also know he has a face!"

I smiled, looked at his sad eyes and asked him, "Want to hear a story?"

"What story?" He answered me in a bad voice.

"My ex-girlfriend's story." I asked him. "Want to hear it?"

Liao Muqiu collapsed on the sofa, "Say it."

I sorted out the story and told him unhurriedly.When the woman's father told me that she liked me very much, Liao Muqiu's eyes became a little complicated, "Then how did you answer her father?"

My thoughts began to wander, as if I had returned to the roadside stall where people were talking a lot.

I was silent for a long time before I told her father, "I didn't think about giving up on her, I just wanted to let the two of us relax for a while, but she misunderstood me. We all tolerated her because of our emotional reluctance. , killed her too."

When I left, I saw her father's stalwart figure collapsed on the beer table, and there was a low, inaudible choking sound and the shattering sound of the glass falling to the ground.

I didn't look back, I've been depressed for too long, it's better to cry out.

For the next two years, I didn't talk about love again