Hehe, the whole world is forcing me to be a stand-in BE version

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The entire sheet of paper is densely covered with such horrible things.

Words shine through the paper.

Resentment came.

Moreover, the handwriting on the front is still very clear, and the writing is correct stroke by stroke.

But when it comes to the last five pages, it is basically a ghost drawing. The last word, when it is time to finish the pen, does not close the pen, and directly connects to the next word, and all of them are collapsed and flat, giving people a very ominous sense of fear between the lines.

To be honest, when I saw it for the first time, I was so scared that my hands trembled, and I quickly closed the diary completely.

I always feel that if I don't do this, a horrible monster will emerge from the words in the next second.

【314】

I don't understand why Ouyang Qingxue kept repeating her name at the end.

However, when I picked up another diary, I suddenly saw similar content at the end of the diary.

It's full of names.

However, what Qiao Xiaxia wrote was not his own name.

I took a quick look and found that there were many repetitions in it. Some names popped up many times, but some names appeared only once and then were spent, and some names were painted black.

I intercepted a small part of it and posted it for you to see:

"Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Changcheng! Driver Sun! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Changcheng! Xue Suo'er! Qiao Changcheng! Xue Suo'er! Qiao Lihong! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhu's sister-in-law! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Xue Zeqiao! Qiao Changxian! Ye Xiujing! Qiao Changrong! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Lihong Qiao Lihong! Qiao Lihong! Qiao Lihong! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Qiao Lihong! Fang Lusheng! Qiao Changshun! Qiao Yehe! Qiao Yehui! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Derong! Driver Sun! Wei Chuan! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu Xue Shuyu! Qiao Lihong! Qiao Lihong! Qiao Lihong! Xue Shuyu! Qiao Lihong! Qiao Lihong! Qiao Lihong! Qiao Lihong! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Qiao Lihong! Fang Lusheng! Qiao Changshun! Qiao Yehe! Qiao Yehui! Xue Zeqiao Xue Derong! Driver Sun! Wei Chuan! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Qiao Lihong! Qiao Lihong! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Changshun! Qiao Yehe! Qiao Yehui! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Derong! Driver Sun! Wei Chuan! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Song Tiandao! Xue Zeque! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Qin Xiaoyan! Qiao Yehuang! Li Muchun! Qiao Changcheng! Sister-in-law Zhu! Song Tiandao! Xue Zeque! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Qin Xiaoyan! Qiao Yehuang! Li Muchun! Qiao Changcheng! Zhu's sister-in-law! Zhu's sister-in-law! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Tingting! Qiao Changcheng! Zhuang Luoyue! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Qiao Lihong! Zhuang Luoyue! Song Lingxi! Xue Zetong! Xue Derong! Xue Chuanyan! Xue Shuyu! Fang Lusheng! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao !Qiao Lihong! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Qiao Lihong! Fang Lusheng! Qiao Changcheng! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Changshun! Qiao Yehe! Qiao Yehui! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Derong! Driver Sun! Wei Chuan! Xue Zeqiao! Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Song Tiandao! Xue Zeque! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Qin Xiaoyan! Qiao Yehuang! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Qiao Lihong! Fang Lusheng! Qiao Changcheng! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Changshun! Qiao Yehe! Qiao Yehui! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Derong! Driver Sun! Wei Chuan! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Song Tiandao! Xue Zeque! Zhuang Luoyue Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Qin Xiaoyan! Qiao Yehuang! Li Muchun! Qiao Changcheng! Zhu Sister-in-Law! Song Tiandao! Xue Zeque! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Qin Xiaoyan! Qiao Yehuang! Li Muchun! Qiao Changcheng Sister-in-law Zhu! Sister-in-law Zhu! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Changcheng! Qiao Tingting! Qiao Changcheng! Zhuang Luoyue! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Zhuang Luoyue! Zhuang Luoyue! Qiao Lihong Zhuang Luoyue! Song Lingxi! Xue Zetong! Xue Derong! Xue Chuanyan! Xue Shuyu! Fang Lusheng! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Rain! Xue Shuyu! Xue Shuyu! Xue Zeqiao! Xue Zeqiao! Zhuang Luoyue! Xue Shuyu!Qiao Lihong!Zhuang Luoyue! ..."

【315】

The above is the content of the back cover of Qiao Xiaxia's diary.

On the title page, there are only three simple records:

"April 1992, 4, Xiaoyu. I hate Auntie Zhuang because she pushed me down the stairs on Grandpa Qiao's shouyan (this word can't be written), and deliberately lied to me, saying that my mother didn't want me anymore, and brought me My brother ran away. I'm not stupid, of course I wouldn't believe her, so I deliberately knocked over the can pan in the hospital and poured water all over her. She screamed even uglier and said she would punish me for not eating Eat. The food here is not good at all, I don't care for it. I hate the hospital. I want to go home. When is Daddy going to pick me up?"

"April 1992, 4, heavy rain. I have always been very good, why didn't my mother come to the hospital to see me? Xiaodong didn't even come. I hate my mother. I hate my brother. My father came today, but he is so strange, I don't Know why he yelled at my fabiao and pulled out his gun to kill me. But luckily Uncle Sun stopped him. Uncle Sun said bastards are dying anyway, no need to dirty your hands. I can't understand What the hell do they mean. The hospital is so annoying. I want to go home. I miss Little Winter a little bit."

"December 1992, 12, Xue. I hate Uncle Xue. He forced me to wear girl's skirts and gave me a girl's name. I hate Xue Shuyu (a lot of cursive words are scribbled next to it, but It's crossed out, it seems that I don't know how to write this word). I hate it. This name has too many strokes. And I also hate girls. I want to be a boy. Why doesn't my mother come to pick me up? Is it Aunt Zhuang? Is it true? My mother only likes my younger brother, not me? Why? Obviously I am the more obedient one, and I can tell jokes to make adults laugh, but my younger brother just keeps a cold face and keeps silent. Why doesn’t my mother like me? ? Decided to hate Little Winter from today."

On the second page, there has been an interval of at least four years, and it has become a matter of 1996.

"On July 1996, 7, it was cloudy. Although I had promised Father Xue not to write a diary anymore, I couldn't help but wanted to tell the diary a secret. When I was waiting for a red light in the car today, I saw Auntie Zhuang led a little boy across the zebra crossing. I finally knew why she hated me so much. It turned out that she and Uncle Joe had a son. He looked really good (the following is a small illustration, drawn I look like a cartoon version of a little boy, wearing a small suit and leather shoes, with a big exaggerated head, and two legs as thin as toothpicks, eating an ice cream), I want to eat snow too..."

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Before I could read the rest of the content, I heard the teacher shouting from the rehearsal room outside the lounge.

"Who are you!? Don't barge in here! This is a private classroom, not open to the public. Hey! Where are you going!? Don't leave! Ah..."

Behind it was the sound of crackling things being hit, and the teacher groaned in pain after falling to the ground.

I was worried that something might happen outside, so I quickly closed the diary and put it aside. Just as I hid it in the small cabinet, the door of the lounge was opened with a bang.

A few gangsters with strong muscles and grim expressions appeared at the door.

"Are you Ouyang Jiaming?"

I looked at them suspiciously: "What's the matter?"

The leader of the hooligans glanced at me contemptuously, then turned to ask a tall and thin man next to him, "Is that him?"

The tall and thin man held a mobile phone, looked up at me, looked down at the phone, looked up at me again, and nodded.

"That's right! It's him!"

I'm already up from the rollaway bed: "Who are you? What are you doing!?"

"Who do you care about me!? I just need to know that you are Ouyang Jiaming."