[abuse] a leaf boat

The body was pushed a few meters away, and Zhang Bing hadn't realized the pain yet. He just subconsciously covered his stomach. When he saw a footprint on the military uniform, he was pulled up like a chicken again.Yu Bo's right hand was big and looked warm. He tightly wrapped Zhang Bing's cheek and pinched his teeth.

Zhang Bing could clearly hear the grinding of the upper and lower teeth.He desperately wanted to break free, and broke Yu Bo's hand with both hands, and in a hurry, he found that it was an extremely hard rock, and the power it contained made people feel frightened.Zhang Bing kicked his legs in the air, and the suffocation brought by the tight neckline hit Zhang Bing's head.

I'm dying, I'm dying.Zhang Bing's hypoxic head could not be analyzed rationally, and he had difficulty breathing, which made him even more frightened when he faced a face that looked like a monster.Not only the eyebrows were frowned, but all expressions were twisted into a ball, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Bing, as if telling Zhang Bing to be ready to be ripped apart every second.

Zhang Bing bent his head with difficulty, and bit Yu Bo's hand hard.After eating the pain, Yu Bo let go, Zhang Bing fell to the ground, collapsed and coughed.The body is rolled together, like a stray dog ​​with its fur shaved, lying on the ground panting for death.

He struggled to get up, and was hit on the head by the muddy military shoes, just like Yu Bo was kicked on the head before.His head was filled with white mist, and his voice was separated by a layer of sandpaper. The images Zhang Bing saw seemed to be videotapes taken by others, and had nothing to do with him, just waking up from a dream.

Like a wingless moth, he fell from one side to the other, unable to fan the wind and waves, and only sprinkled inconspicuous phosphorous powder in the air.

Yu Bo, who stretched out his feet, felt the slight tremors from the front of the military shoes, with ripples, and was disturbed by the heavy rain.The figure lying down in front of him looks so much like Nanye, very much like Nanye who he noticed for the first time, very much like Nanye who was humiliated and beaten to the ground.

speak!Yu Bo stared at him on the ground, shouting in his heart: Get up, talk, tell me why!get up, get up, get up...

"Get up!" Yu Bo yelled and kicked Zhang Bing's curved back. Zhang Bing immediately rolled over his body like a bug, tentatively stretched his hands behind his back, and rubbed his back.

Yu Bo felt heartache, as if his heart had been gouged out, and blood and pain flowed out.He even wanted to pull out his eyes and smash them on Nanye, asking him to accept, to accept all the impressions and cherished memories that Nanye had remembered.

"Does it hurt, does it hurt..." Yu Bo went crazy, asking questions over and over again, completely ignoring the surrounding environment, kicking with all his strength after every sentence, desperately hoping to get an answer.

The figure on the ground was carrying everyone on its back, its whole body was convulsed by pain, one hand was covering the quilt, the other was covering the belly, but it was useless, when the sudden kick brought more sensitive finger pain.The pain crazily spread to all nerves and corners of the body, attacking the head with the power to tear off every hair tip.

Yu Bo couldn't see his expression clearly, but he vented his anger indifferently.He must still look the same in pain, the same as when he was insulted for the first time.You don't need to look at Yu Bo to know, but he has no sympathy, because Nanye must be pretending to be pitiful and sympathetic.Yu Bo didn't dare to think deeply about how deep the city of Nanye was.Even so, Yu Bo could feel suffocated, his chest was held by a pair of big hands, and his breathing was close to the seam.

Maybe the first time he was insulted was just a show for himself, maybe his aloofness was acquired.Tired of kicking, Yu Bo looked up at the sky, only the narrow ceiling was oppressing his head.How much he wanted to believe it, but he couldn't stop thinking about denying it.

And "Nanye" lying on the ground in front of him seemed to be a gap, and every time he kicked it, he could feel a strange liberation from the bottom of his heart.

he is crying.Yu Bo, who was high above and blocked the light, heard a soft sob.Why does he have the face to cry, Yu Bo scolded in his heart, hating that this world doesn't have vicious words that can express himself to defeat Nanye's spirit.He can still think of Nanye's smile, which is so dazzling now.If just being injured is enough punishment, Yu Bo has the determination to cut him to pieces, if he can exchange for a bowl of Mengpo soup, he will forget his life with Nan Ye.

But Nanye's cry was like a fine acid rain, corroding Yubo's consciousness.Yu Bo's heart was in great pain, and he subconsciously changed his mind to vent his anger, stabbing his heart, full of holes, and the blood in his heart disappeared.

But he didn't loosen his feet, instead he increased his speed and strength, but every kick hit his heart.

Say it, Yu Bo shouted in his heart, say it, say you don't love me, as long as you say it, I will let go completely, say it, say it, don't cry, useless man, just say you don't love me, I will not take pictures of you anymore, and I will not recall the past. We can all miss it completely in this life, and there is no next life.

Yu Bo kicked Zhang Bing in the stomach, kicked so hard that Zhang Bing spat out his dinner.He collapsed beside the smelly vomit, his tears thinning out the gastric juices.

"I won't yell, you hit me, I won't, I won't yell, don't kill me." Zhang Bing opened his eyes, his eyelashes were clumped with tears, and the world in front of him was dizzy and unreal, a cloud of fog.

However, the sound was too small to be heard.

Yu Bo looked at Zhang Bing retching, and stretched out his hands to help him up.Trembling like an old man's fingertips have not touched Zhang Bing's body, and they are retracted like an electric shock.He woke up, shuddering all over his body, not knowing what he had done, he ran away, grabbed the door and ran frantically to the toilet, washing his face with biting cold water.

The strong water flow hit the broken tile sink, Yu Bo raised his face covered with ice water, unable to understand his expression in the mirror.Is it an expression of horror or something.

What happened to me, why did I become like this, and what did I just do.Yu Bo didn't want to get up at all.

When he returned to the dormitory, there was a rancid smell, not just the disgusting smell of vomit.

A group of blowflies are gearing up as if they have found food.Jia Xiangmeng stood among them and kicked Zhang Bing fiercely with the others. Their expressions looked happy, just like the innocent smiles when they were playing homemade football when they were teenagers.They pulled up Zhang Bing, who was shaking, and pulled him left and right.One person was in a punching posture, and the other two pulled Zhang Bing and stood on the other side, swinging him around, and then swung him violently, Zhang Bing slammed into the protruding arm without defense, as if falling vertically from the sky to the ground. ground.

Everyone had a good time, and Gao Dajun sat in the back and watched it.They clamored for Gao Dajun to come to play, as if this was a class activity of unity.Gao Dajun waved his hand and acted like the deputy squad leader: "Don't slap your face, the wound can only be on your body, don't be seen by others."

The boring barracks life is cruel to recruits.

In order to thank the hero Zhang Bing for bringing them joy, they raised Zhang Bing over their heads and threw their cheers to the ceiling again and again.Finally, after Zhang Bing's forehead hit the ceiling, the hazy world spun around. He was a moth that no longer struggled and heard the air circle around the wind, leaving his direction.The body fell into the invincible hole, there was no buffer, no one's protection, Zhang Bing fell to the ground.

He was lying on his back, looking like nothing, and the pain was far away from him.All consciousness is only the dim light, which is not moved by itself, and the indifferent light works together with the cold ground in the cold winter.

Someone is reading his own letter.Zhang Bing stole the strength from nowhere, and supported his body to stand up.After Jia Xiangmeng saw it, he grabbed the letters, folded them into a fan, and fanned Zhang Bing.Zhang Bing wanted to grab, but Jia Xiangmeng got out of the way, and Zhang Bing wanted to grab, but Jia Xiangmeng got out of the way again.The soft laughter faltered, and Jia Xiangmeng turned her head to see Gao Dajun patting his thigh, tearing the letter into pieces with pride, like a couple sprinkle flowers on Zhang Bing's head when they get married.

They smiled and looked at Zhang Bing like the protagonist in the snowstorm, with his hands open poetically, unable to grasp a piece of "paper snow".Zhang Bing stared blankly at the large swirl of confetti, his soul emptied, his whole body without spine support, he sat on the ground with a thud.Dirty hands picked up the pieces and carried them to the bed in handfuls.

Tears welled up unsatisfactorily again, and even wet the letter paper.Zhang Bing wiped away his tears in a panic, and raised his head, hoping that the tears would flow back with confidence.

After Yu Bo came in, everyone panicked and restrained a lot.He stepped over the confetti, sat straight on the bed, and fell asleep on his stomach.He covered his head with a quilt to prevent himself from hearing, let alone seeing, what was going on outside.He just wanted to escape.

The more I want to fall asleep, the more awake my head becomes, and I don't even have the patience to count sheep.Yu Bo nestled into a ball under the quilt, always thinking of the snowflake-like confetti on Zhang Bing's head.

Yu Bo recalled the experience of writing the letter for the first time, which was still related to Nanye.

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After the packaged letters were stolen, Nanye stopped communicating with his pen pals and wanted to draw a clear line.He said that he should focus more on his studies and Yu Bo.

Yu Bo felt that it was necessary to make it clear with his pen pal, at least to write the last letter.But Nanye always said categorically: "It's just a temporary friend anyway, not sincere."

"Then what kind of friends are we?" Yu Bo said, flicking Nan Ye's head.

I don't know if he was shy about the word "friend", but Nanye kept silent and couldn't write a question with his head down for a long time.Yu Bo covered his mouth and watched him sniggering.

However, Yu Bo felt that he had to write a letter to explain the break-up of friendship, otherwise Nanye's previous image of a confidant aunt in his pen pal's heart would be ruined.That pen pal is still sending letters, one by one to the school.Yu Bo intercepted the letter, glanced at it casually, went to the supermarket to buy pink letter paper with perfume, and bought matching ink and feather-style pens for writing letters.

He tucks these into his crotch and straightens his gauges before getting out of the car.The driver opened the car door, and Yu Bo asked nervously, "I'm normal today, right?"

The driver shook his head puzzled.

But Yu Bo still felt uneasy.Stepping on the soft Persian carpet is light, and the heart hangs in the air.

Five luxurious European-style candle lamps are hung with long crystal lamp chains, and are placed on the empty long dining table for three people.Yu Bo looked at the rainbow light reflected by the rhinestones above his head, and looked at the yellow-orange pumpkin soup in front of him in confusion.

"If it's cold, let the kitchen heat up before drinking." The beard that my father can grow looks very eye-catching.If he shaved off his beard while he was asleep, would his mother laugh happily?

"If he feels cold, he will naturally say so." Mother cut off the tendon of beef on the plate, cut off the whitish part, piled it aside, and only ate the tenderest red part.

Yu Bo doesn't care whether the pumpkin soup is hot or cold.He wants an unhealthy meal, more fried food, no salad, and chicken breasts that look like chewing white paper.

Throughout the dinner table, my father is sitting at the other end of the table. If you don’t look away from the delicate red roses on the table, the image of your father is a large bunch of flowers in an expensive custom-made suit, cut with sharp edges and corners by the elegant lighting, very beautiful Like a pictorial in a magazine, just without the roots.

And the mother was sitting on the opposite bank, with layers of dinner plates and powdered smiles in between.Mother cuts up the chicken, puts them into her red mouth, chews them in small bites, and enjoys them with the darker red wine.

Because he wants to be like his parents, Yu Bo can only pretend to enjoy himself and maintain his health.

"How's his grades recently?" Father put down the knife and fork and asked the butler who was standing beside him.

"Master's grades have improved by leaps and bounds recently." The housekeeper did not hesitate to praise words.

"When will the head teacher and I have a meal, you arrange the time." The father wiped his mouth, got up, walked away and disappeared in the room on the left of the spiral staircase.

Yu Bo saw his mother staring at his father's every move.It was not the first time I saw such resentful eyes, and Yu Bo was no longer afraid.He hurriedly lowered his head and drank the pumpkin soup, which was hot or cold.

"Arrange time, time is really money." Mother threw the knife and fork onto the plate, making a crisp sound.The sound of her tapping the floor with her high heels disappeared in the room on the right of the spiral staircase.

"Master, does the soup need to be warmed up? Do you want to eat something else?" The aunt asked with concern from the side.

Yu Bo shook his head, silently walked up the winding golden stairs, opened the door in the middle, gently cushioned the crack of the door, and closed the door.He took out the paper, pen and ink in his crotch and put them on the table one by one without any danger.

Open the window, and the thorough air cuts in, slowly rippling with the window screen.Beyond the field of vision is the vast forest, the slightly sweet moisture in the air splashes on the skin, and the whole body seems to be breathing.

Yu Bo adjusted the size of the window, turned on the Astro Boy desk lamp, took out a stack of books and blew away the floating dust, which landed on an unobstructed corner of the desk.Yu Bo arranged the paper, pen and ink, but his mind was still blank, even though he rested his chin and looked out the window for a long time.He looked at the balls of waste paper behind him and was very satisfied.

Finally, after writing and drawing, he began to write formally.

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Popsicles:

Hello, I am Wild Fairy.

This spring, we moved into the new campus. In front of the majestic teaching building, the bright five-star red flag flutters in the wind.

In order to dress up our campus, the teacher organized us to pick up trash on the day of the school celebration.We were divided into many groups, chirping and working in full swing.The girls are annoying, always running around thinking it's dirty, and they end up just watering it.I think they must be the reincarnation of goblins who didn't eat Tang's monk meat.

They kept pestering the teacher, asking questions.If we are the flowers in the greenhouse, then they must be the gas that keeps the temperature.Among the thousands of flowers, there is a very beautiful flower called "Shinanqiu".

We all condemned her, she actually clamored that my family is rich and powerful.My family is richer, so be careful when you buy it and throw it in the backyard to feed the pigs.

Of course I won't do that.Such a kind and caring person like Yexian will not always do things that benefit himself at the expense of others.This is all learned from you.Popsicle Pops, you always complain that life is very lonely in your usual letters, but what is the use of complaining, the most important thing is to try to change this kind of life.If you feel that life is hopeless, then work hard, the world is fair, everyone is on the same starting line, and everyone should work as hard as possible.

We boys did a lot of work that day, we were exhausted and covered in dust, but the girls still watered us and smelled the fragrance of flowers.Although we were very tired, what we saw was a beautiful campus after reorganization, and the red scarf on the chest was more colorful.

In fact, I don't think you have lost hope, otherwise why would you show off some false things from time to time, which shows that you still have hope.

I believe what you're complaining about, but what you're showing off I really want to put in quotes.We are all good pen pals, so don't set up a defensive line between each other.

You said that you have been commended by the President of the United States and have been awarded a French knighthood.But why haven't I heard of it, I know all these things, because the CIA often reports to my grandpa, so I know this kind of information very well.

But you said that your parents are very beautiful, I believe this, because my parents are very ugly, very ugly.If they can have a fight, I'm both fine.But they always have a cold war. You don't even know that when I enter the restaurant to eat, it feels like entering a thousand-year-old ice cave, everything is cold.

Forget it, let’s talk about the problems in your letter.You said you were isolated, right?I think it's okay, a person is very relaxed and quiet.Unlike me, there are a group of people around wherever I go, just like the feeling of looking forward to the cold winter in the hot summer.If you are bullied or beaten, you must call me.The worst thing I can do is to see bullying happen.I would definitely kick them in the temple and kick them in the back repeatedly to make them say: forgive me, forgive me.

I must be a good person. In the future and forever, I will never bully someone who is weaker than me, let alone beat him.I can't let myself be inhuman.

However, in the face of those isolated things, you'd better bear with it first.If you don't have enough strength, you must choose patience to resist.Otherwise, you will suffer more damage.

This is the last letter I write to you, because I proposed to my father to fill the barren hills around the city with green plants.After my father heard it, he clapped hands with me and said: "It's a deal!".So in the future I will be very busy and have no time to correspond with you, so, so be it!

I think my proposal is a good thing. It will definitely help the development of New China to continue to accelerate, make the life of the people all over the country full of green, and make our motherland more prosperous.

Goodbye!

Enter Mr. Yexian

PS: I was very nervous when I was writing a letter for the first time. I hope that the writing is not a journal, and the content seems to be readable.

PSS: I saw this "PS" in a school magazine. It is very trendy. You can try it in your future letters.

The author has something to say: updated, come and see! ! ! !

I think it is more appropriate to reduce the number of words in each chapter, write too much, and update too slowly