Since I have the impression, I haven’t seen my father. My mother takes me to live alone. My mother always looks like she’s always busy. She has to go out every day and locks me at home when she goes out until one day she takes me to a stranger. At home, pointing to a man and telling me, this is your uncle and will live in his home from now on.
Since then, I have never seen my mother again.
My aunt does odd jobs for others and doesn't make much money. Uncle is a stevedore and eats with strength. He has two hobbies. The first is drinking, and the second is doing that with his aunt.
It may be due to the hard work during the day. Every day after work, I have to drink alcohol to relieve fatigue, and when I come back after drinking in the middle of the night, no matter where my aunt is in the house or what he is doing, I must find my aunt to do that together. I often heard messy noises coming from outside the door, followed by my uncle's gasping, mixed with aunt's groaning and chirping sounds.
I was ignorant when I was young. Once I heard such a voice and thought something had happened, I opened the door in a daze and went out to see my uncle and aunt doing it at the dining table. They saw me walking aside, and my aunt was shocked. , I quickly sat up, uncle was very direct, slapped me over, and flew me to the ground, shouting at me to go back. I covered my face and returned to the house with tears, and heard the sound of movement coming from outside. From then on, I know that when they are "that", they can't bother casually.
Uncle and they also have a child named Zhang Xiaoling, a woman younger than me. I called her sister, but she never called my brother. According to her, I came to their house to eat and drink for free, and I don’t deserve to be her. Brother. At home, she is the boss. From what she eats to what she uses, I can only pick what she doesn't want. My sister has been instructing me to do this and that since I was a child. If there is something wrong, it must be my back. For her, I have been beaten by my uncle.
Because the house is not big, I slept in the same room with her from a nap. Later, when we grew up, my aunt rolled a bedding for me and threw it into the living room. From then on, my bedroom was moved to the living room.
The uncle and aunt finally stopped exercising in the living room, but returned to the house. My uncle may have a grudge against me because of the reduction in "activity" space, and since then he has an extra hobby and hit me.
As long as he is in a bad mood, I will be beaten, and the scars on his body will not be broken. My aunt also opened one eye and closed one eye, at most, she reminded her uncle not to hit too hard.
Since elementary school, every time a parent conference is held, other classmates are with father or mother, and I am always alone, because uncle and aunt have always worked
I was too busy and refused to come, but when I saw my sister had a parent-teacher meeting, they still had time.
The teacher also knows about my family's situation, and hasn't paid much attention to me. The other classmates slowly learned that I was a child without any control. At this time, I felt the humiliation of not having parents. The classmates around me always used this to stimulate me, and they called me that I was an undesired child. , I didn’t speak much in front of them, and when I was anxious, I would beat them. Sometimes they beat me with several people. I don’t care about them, I just grabbed one and beat them. Besides, at that time, they were all children after all, even if a few people were together, they couldn't compare to the uncle who beat me fiercely.
Because of my ruthlessness, no one dared to mess with me gradually, and then no one wanted to make friends with me. I also rarely talk to others because I feel inferior in my heart. Except for my sister, I have basically never spoken to girls.
This situation continued until the high school, and the school could be accommodated. I went to the school without hesitation, and ended my daily life of fear and fear. Although the accommodation conditions are poor, I don’t have the feet that my drunk uncle could kick at any time, and I don’t have the grievances of my sister's arrogant occupation of all the delicious and fun things. In contrast, I was in heaven. .
I entered a new school after I was in high school. I still didn’t speak much, didn’t have any friends, and my grades were poor. The teacher would naturally not value students like me. Sitting alone in the last row of the classroom looked a little lonely. , But I am very used to this kind of life.
Until one day, the peaceful life was broken by a girl.
It was not long after the first year of high school. Before class, Song Qingqing, the head teacher, took a girl into the class and introduced the girl named Wang Wenting to our class.
Wang Wenting is tall and tall, and her big fox eyes are particularly attractive. Unlike other girls, she actually distributes shawls. This is forbidden by the school, and she wears a tight-fitting t-shirt with leaky umbilical cord, which highlights the girl’s age beyond this age. Upper Wai.
Our class hasn’t even seen a girl dressed so revealingly. Now we all look stupid with the boys, and we all have to drool down. The girls showed disdain, as if they heard a few people whispering "**".
Teacher Song looked around the classroom, pointed to the place next to me and said: "Student Wang Wenting, there is a vacant seat there. You can sit there first. If necessary, make adjustments later."
In this way, in the envy of the boys in the class, I have a beautiful woman at the same table.
It’s just that this beautiful woman at the same table seems to have a big temper, she never has to look at me directly, and she always looks disgusted when she sees me, she pulls the desk aside, and out of thin air, she separates a line in the middle* **. I was a little angry in my heart. I didn't understand why she looked at me like that. Could it be that my hair washed once a week attracted her
Wang Wenting's dressing style is always very revealing, and the neckline is very low.
It can be seen that Wang Wenting's family is very wealthy, so she doesn't say what she wears. She changes a set of clothes almost every day, and she only wears it once in many cases. I use an Apple mobile phone, and I always like to put the phone upside down on the desktop no matter whether it is in class or after class, so that others can see the logo of the Apple mobile phone. Speaking is also arrogant, always commanding.
Such high-profile behavior, from the envy, jealousy and hatred eyes of other girls in the class, is not difficult to find that she is very popular. However, she didn't care about it at all, because boys were eager for him, and boys kept sending her love letters and food, but she threw away many things she didn't even read.
As the boy closest to her, I look at her secretly every day, dreaming about various scenes, and I am enjoying myself. One day I discovered that this little Nier actually has other hobbies!
It was one afternoon, and the class was studying for self-study. I was boringly lying on the desk and preparing to go to bed. Suddenly, a small motor noise came from I don't know where it came from. I looked at the classmates around me, and there was nothing strange. After listening carefully, it seemed to be coming from Wang Wenting next to her. She secretly looked over and saw that she was lying on the desk with her face buried in the arm of her right hand, but her left hand was hanging down.
I happened to be sitting on her left, so I could see very clearly, only half of the face was exposed, and the white skin was flushed.
Isn't it sick? I mustered up the courage, patted her, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
She seemed to be taken aback, and sat up all of a sudden, but she seemed to be a little uncomfortable in her stomach, and quickly bent down again. At this moment, I saw something strange.
"What? What's the matter?" Wang Wenting said to me in a panic. At this moment, I saw that her blush was so thorough, and she was shining with a strange light.
"It's okay, I thought you were sick."
"No, you leave me alone." After that, she leaned down again and returned to the previous posture.
I went back to the desk again, but the thin red line I just saw made me think deeply.
What the hell is it
(End of this chapter)