16 year old graduation ceremony

Who could really understand what had been a day of hell for her?The closer she got to the temporary morgue with the plastic tent, the more she wanted to turn around and run away. The mixed chorus was like the moaning of a wounded beast, some seemed to be roaring and arguing in foreign languages, and some were like an old monk repeating Chanting in the same key, some sounded like the stupid giggle of a turkey... She tried to break free from her husband's gripping hand in horror, but there were more powerful hands beside her to prevent her from escaping, She passed many arranged black plastic bags and floral blankets that smelt, dripped with blood and gathered flies, and a gust of wind passed by, revealing muddy feet, like pig intestines clotted with blood. There is a blue and white head screaming with a big hollow mouth... No!Let me go!What is this place? ….She couldn't cry out, a white mask was put on her mouth at some point, and when she opened her mouth, the disgusting disinfectant and stench were like a fist and she couldn't make a sound.Someone took off a dirty purple-blue tapestry in front of her, and a bunch of crimson honey wax was wrapped around a white and round wrist. Looking up, the arm that once exuded the fragrance of jasmine was covered with brown stains. , turned into a stiff and strange angle, resting shyly on the bare chest, her face seemed to be covered with a layer of silk black veil, like a pious holy virgin, someone rushed over and waved it, and the flies flew away , only to reveal a cold, sallow face with tightly closed eyes and lips, so shriveled that it is impossible to recognize whether it is a young girl or an old woman.How would she explain to others that Xin Xin was at the home of a boy whom she met from the Internet and met for the first time, and was crushed to pieces by the collapsed beams in her sleep in the early morning?She has learned how to trade her body for money to satisfy her insatiable material desires, while the mother does not know her daughter for the first time until after she is gone.All the secrets of Xin Xin, who was less than 16 years old, naive, absurd, and dirty, are now all burned into ashes along with her once sexually alluring body, and sealed in the eternally lonely and cool rose marble jar.There was no need to lift the lid of the jar again, letting the ashes fly up again and blinding her eyes.

She seems to have electrodes around her, bouncing people far away.Her desk was moved to the farthest corner and became a solemn shrine, except for the routine business dealings like offering incense and fruits, few people stayed there.Mechanized stamping is her only important job. Most of the time she sticks to the wall and monitors the noisy and busy people in this room. She feels very at ease. Betrayal gossips.

After work, she went back to the small apartment she had exchanged from her ex-husband with more than ten years of worry and toil, and sat in the living room gradually surrounded by darkness. Distinguishable light; do not turn on the TV, infected by the twitching laughter of the children next to the wall, she also laughed silently with the funny host; Smelling the aroma of stewed chicken with wolfberries from the neighbors will fill you up.The world is still rumbling forward, like a train that can't stop, but she was maliciously pushed down by an invisible hand. With injuries all over his body, unable to catch up, he could only let it gallop at full speed and disappear into the distant horizon.Now she can only walk along the railway tracks, the only way she knows, but it is too long, and there is no end in sight.

Maybe the hand that pushed her out of the car belonged to none other than herself.Xin Xin's death made her see and hear suddenly, and she exposed all the lies that had been or would be with harsh questioning and prying prying, and smashed the already vulnerable family to pieces.It was raining on the day she followed her husband to the hotel to catch the rape. Through the raindrops dripping from the tip of her hair, she saw her husband hugging the back of the woman, and went back to 16 years ago in a daze. Was there such a pair of eyes watching her back then? And Li Shijun's back?While she was cursing her husband for being shameless and selfish, she was also blaming herself for her secret crimes back then; Enen dyed her hair like a Christmas tree, she screamed, pushed him into the bathroom and pressed him under the faucet, desperately trying to wash it off, lest He will become another Xin Xin who no longer belongs to her.After spending so much effort, she finally kneaded this home into a ball of mud. She could no longer use it to make any shape, and there was nothing for her to destroy... except herself.

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