Then a few of them naturally started kicking and beating Zhao Yiming. Yang Junhui even pulled his hair and cut it off with a scissor, tsk tsk: "It's really dirty, I'll be merciful and take care of it for you."
A pair of scissors was just waving in his hands indiscriminately, and even Wu Haixin laughed and grabbed the scissors to cut his hair.
"Would you like to give him a unique hairstyle?" Yang Junhui took the lighter and laughed.
Then, amid the exclamations of the three girls, he pulled Zhao Yiming's hair and lit it with a lighter. Zhao Yiming flinched in fear, but was beaten by a few people behind him.
The smell of burnt head came, Lin Zhiwei felt a little scared standing aside, for fear that the next moment the scissors would poke Zhao Yiming's eyes, or cut his ears, or that the lighter accidentally hit his face, not to mention Talk to the parties.
Zhao Yiming was beaten and curled up on the ground like this, not daring to move, with a wet and dirty rag still in his mouth.
After a few people laughed enough, Yang Junhui asked someone to take off Zhao Yiming's clothes again. Zhao Yiming didn't lie down this time. He held the clothes tightly with both hands and didn't let them take them off. The whole person was like a loach. moving.
"Fuck!" Yang Junhui frowned, kicking his thigh, "How dare you be disobedient!"
He probably thought that Zhao Yiming had made him lose face in front of his girlfriend. He was very angry. He kicked hard, and then went to pick Zhao Yiming's clothes off with his own hands.
Lin Zhiwei saw that Zhao Yiming was stubbornly clutching his clothes, but his fists were no match for all hands, and finally his clothes were taken off.
Immediately after they were about to pull his trousers, Zhao Yiming's eyes had been wrapped in tears "swoosh" falling down, his eyes fixed on a few people, a look of despair that life is worse than death.
"Look at your mother! Look at Lao Tzu who dug out your eyeballs!" Yang Junhui slapped him away.
The three of Wu Haixin surrounded them, clapping their hands in surprise and excitement: "Wow, Junhui, you guys are amazing!"
"What are we going to do now?" the student head girl also asked.
The long-haired girl followed the others and kicked and kicked, the excitement on her face was indescribable.
Seeing that Zhao Yiming's pants were about to be ripped off, Lin Zhiwei suddenly said, "Forget the pants, I heard that girls will have pinholes when they look at men's things, and I heard that they look disgusting, Haixin, You don't want to be unable to eat at night, do you?"
The three of Wu Haixin looked at each other and remembered what the teacher said in the physiology class, which was really disgusting, so they all agreed.
In this way, Yang Junhui and the others did not continue. They only took wire brushes and water pipes to wash and brush Zhao Yiming's upper body. The sound of laughter and play was like washing pigs at home.
It was already half an hour after they had had enough fun. A few people walked away with their schoolbags talking and laughing. Lin Zhiwei looked at Zhao Yiming, who was covered in scars, and couldn't bear to look away.
She landed at the end. Before the people in front were not paying attention, she grabbed some money from her schoolbag and quickly stuffed it into Zhao Yiming's hand.
What Lin Zhiwei didn't know was that Zhao Yiming's original intention to die was rekindled by her "I'm sorry". He held the money in his hand tightly and watched the girl's back gradually disappear. I feel that there is still sunshine in the dark life, even if the sunshine is very little.
Later, Zhao Yiming was beaten all over again, and Lin Zhiwei happened to see him limping when he came out of the grocery store.
She wanted to pretend she didn't see it, but she had unconsciously returned to the grocery store to buy some medicines. When she came back to her senses, she had already given him the medicine, so she had to hurriedly run away under his astonished gaze.
Gradually, the two of them got closer without knowing it, of course when no one saw them.
Lin Zhiwei would help him with medicine, chat with him to relax, comfort him and relieve him, and even often split his lunch into two for him.
For Zhao Yiming, Lin Zhiwei is like a flower in his difficult life. All the imperfections in his dark life are filled by this kind and beautiful girl.
He gradually fell in love with Lin Zhiwei at the beginning of his love affair. He carefully and cherished this feeling in the bottom of his heart, daring not to reveal a single bit of it.
But he couldn't help wanting to share his secrets with the girl he liked, so after a few times, he couldn't control it anymore. He handed Lin Zhiwei a picture album of his very precious, and held the clothes nervously with both hands. Jiao, with a bit of anxiety and unease in his tone: "This is what my mother left for me. She always took the time to teach me how to draw..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhiwei had already opened the script and said in surprise, "Wow, this is—"
Zhao Yiming hurriedly interrupted her, and hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, this, this is not a little yellow picture, this is actually a body art, this kind of painting is called a body sketch, I, I, I am not... You don't dislike me. ."
"Is this all drawn by your mother and yourself? It's really good, you guys are amazing!" Lin Zhiwei looked at Zhao Yiming in surprise.
Zhao Yiming's heart was suddenly filled with a warm current, he blushed and stammered: "Really, really?"
Lin Zhiwei nodded, and then returned the album to him a little embarrassed: "But I'm really embarrassed. I don't know much about body art, and you have to be careful. If someone sees this... You know."
Zhao Yiming scratched his head and smiled: "I'll just show you! It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I can teach you, my mother's wish is to become a master of body art, but... She has passed away, so I, I want to complete her Wish... Of course, I also like to draw, but I'm just a little worried that I can't."
"You can definitely do it." Lin Zhiwei smiled, "I think your paintings are really good, you have to do your best, I will support you!"
With the support and encouragement of the girl he likes, Zhao Yiming is very motivated. After that, he stopped talking about his sadness. Instead, he talked to Lin Zhiwei about dreams and the future. He would also explain to her what body art is, and even teach her to draw.
The two were looking forward to the future, but they didn't know that because Lin Zhiwei often couldn't find anyone recently, Wu Haixin had doubts and gradually became traces.
Wu Haixin quietly followed Lin Zhiwei for half a month, and watched her and Zhao Yiming's every move.
So when Zhao Yiming came to the secret base of the two again, it was not the girl he was thinking of, but the group of Yang Junhui and Wu Haixin who were waiting for him.
"Yo, our great painter is here!" Yang Junhui and others surrounded Zhao Yiming in the middle, "Let us mortals also appreciate the paintings of the great painter, isn't it, brothers!"
"That's right!" Someone suddenly ran behind Zhao Yiming from behind and snatched the album, "Let me see what I drew... Wow! What is this! Come and take a look!"
"Give it back to me! Give me the album back!" Zhao Yiming roared and was about to rush to grab the album, but was grabbed by a few boys.
The boy snorted at Zhao Yiming contemptuously, then exclaimed and tore them down one by one and handed them over to the people next to him. There were bursts of ambiguous and lewd laughter from the crowd.
Seeing this, Zhao Yiming roared even more crazy, struggling like crazy: "You fucking give it back to me! Give it back to me! Don't tear it, don't!"
However, no matter how much he struggled and yelled in vain, the more he cared about them, the happier they were.
Those boys also annoyed him, and they punched and kicked him for a while. In the end, he could only lie on the ground feebly, watching them laughing and laughing with red eyes.
"Damn, this, this, this is a fucking little yellow picture, it's okay, I can't help it when I see it!"
"Tsk tsk, look at these slender legs, how exciting it is to play!"
"Wow, there are naked/males here, I'll rub it, you look at these sturdy muscles, you can't see that this kid can eat both men and women."
Zhao Yiming stared blankly at the sky, but at this time, he heard a familiar name: "Junhui, this time our family Zhiwei has made a great contribution, you have to thank her!"
"Okay, I'll invite you to dinner when I go back!"
Zhao Yiming slowly looked towards the place where the voice was made, Wu Haixin was holding Yang Junhui's hand and humming: "Eating is not enough! This idea is all from my Zhiwei, my Zhiwei is really smart. This is intertwined. Come down, that fool really believed it. He really thought my family Zhiwei Zhiwei was good to him. In fact, it was the undercover who used to tease him! Besides, the fool seemed to really like Zhiwei. Do you deserve it if you take a photo of yourself in the urine!"
Yang Junhui chuckled: "Why, you still don't allow others to dream?"
"You can't even dream!" Wu Haixin rolled his eyes and snorted, "Do you know how much sacrifice this is? Every time Zhiwei meets him, he has to take a shower three times and eat everything. If you spit it out, the clothes you wear will be thrown away, let alone endure the sour smell that is emitting from his body all the time, who knows if that person has any infectious disease?"
"Yes, yes, I know that your Zhiwei sacrificed a lot. I promise to thank her well when I go back, okay!" Yang Junhui pinched Wu Haixin's face.
Wu Haixin smiled immediately: "It's not the same. Junhui, you know what? That fool, he still wants to teach Zhiwei to draw this painting. Every time Zhiwei comes back, his face is extremely ugly. She said that she was disgusted by this painting. I feel like vomiting, I can't figure out how someone could draw such a slutty thing. I didn't understand her feelings at the time, until today... tsk tsk, I really feel the same way, so no matter what I call her today, she is dead Neither will come…”
Zhao Yiming couldn't listen to what they said later.
In his mind, he began to recall the events after his first encounter with Lin Zhiwei. At first, he thought it was so beautiful, but when he thinks about it now, it seems to be a long-planned trick, and he suddenly feels so terrible.
After this day, Zhao Yiming didn't go to school anymore.
He stayed in the corner of the wooden bed like a puppet without a soul, holding the picture book that had been cracked to the point of unsightly tightly in his arms, pieced it together again and again tirelessly, and was indifferent to the beatings and scoldings of his family. .
Xie Fei just looked at him like that. He didn't cry or yell, but his eyes were full of familiar hatred, and the depth of hatred seemed to have something he didn't know about himself. The tangle of knowing—
Is it like, regret, self-blame... or both.
Xie Fei couldn't explain clearly, but he knew that this look was exactly the same as when Zhao Yiming saw Lin Zhiwei in college.
The author has something to say: Jaffe: Yo, I had a bubble at the end.
Zhiwei: Hug ~MUA
Speaking of which, children are sometimes naive and scary.
In my elementary school class, a girl was crowded out. Her grades were not good, her teachers didn’t like her, and her parents were divorced. Although she followed her mother, her mother treated her very badly. Her clothes were very old and they didn’t wash much. Her hair was also messy, and she often forced her to go to her father for alimony, or beat her if she didn't come back.
Therefore, everyone disliked her very much. Under the leadership of the monitor (mother is a school teacher, everyone likes to support her), they laughed at her for having fleas, pushed her while running in gym class, made her sit by the trash can, and then beat her directly...
I was very sympathetic to her at the time, I helped her a few times at the beginning, and had a heart-to-heart with her, but I didn't go with her all the time after all. Later, she transferred schools. I hope she is doing well now!