damaged

Yang Kangyu put his hand on his chin in boredom, casually pulled a book on Meng Wenjun's desk, and flicked through it carelessly.

"Where did Xiaomeng go? Why hasn't he come back for so long?"

Yang Kangyu looked at the full text that Meng Wenjun had sorted out, and muttered in his mouth.

"Damn it! Have you heard, there's a lot of blood!" A voice suddenly pierced out from behind Yang Kangyu.

Yang Kangyu frowned, exerted a little force with his fingertips, and pinched small creases on the page

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"These people are so annoying." He thought to himself.

"That's right! If Wang Bing hadn't stopped him, he would have been beaten to death by Zhang Ailin!" Another voice was much higher pitched than the boy in front.

Zhang Ailin.

These three words hit Yang Kangyu's heart hard.

"I heard that she was expelled from the school because it was too serious. Now that the parents have arrived at the office, I want to go and watch, but I dare not."

"But she's really good. How many times has this happened, thirteen? Or fourteen? Get out of school, drop out, and everyone will be safe."

There was a burst of laughter.

"Which office?" Suddenly, Yang Kangyu turned his head and asked.

On the contrary, the group of boys were stunned, but Yang Kangyu didn't expect Yang Kangyu to take the initiative to talk to them.

"The westernmost one on the second floor."

After hearing this, Yang Kangyu got up, waved at them, and rushed out: "Thank you, brother!"

The three boys stayed where they were, looking at the back of Yang Kangyu leaving in a hurry, full of puzzlement: "It's so lively, there are so many teachers over there."

When Yang Kangyu walked to Wang Bing's office, the other leaders and teachers had already left, and the door of the office was half-opened and half-closed. From his angle, he could just see three people inside.

Wang Bing, Zhang Ailin, and another woman he couldn't be more familiar with.plunged into his eyes.

He subconsciously wanted to push the door open, but his feet seemed to have taken root, firmly rooted into the mottled ground, his throat was sealed with cement, and he couldn't make a sound.

Ji Shui wore a white cheongsam, with a row of buttons starting at the neckline and finally wrapping around her waist and closing it at the waist, forming a mandala knot.

Pale blue epiphyllum was pierced on the soft white silk and satin, and faintly visible stitches, following her movements, shimmered silvery white light under the incandescent lights on the roof.

A white shirt was draped over her shoulders, and the lapels of the white shirt were tugged at by her onion-like fingers following Ji Shui's frowns and smiles.

Different from her exquisite clothes, Ji Shui's hair is coiled up casually, with a few strands of black hair sliding down behind her ears along the contours of her ears, together with the willow leaves on her eyebrows that were carelessly raised, exuding a bit of afternoon laziness .

There is no makeup on her face, and the creamy skin is glowing with a redness that I still feel sorry for, dotted gently on the corners of the eyes and between the lips.She listened to Wang Bing's narration silently, but there was a sense of impatience in her eyes.

She is like a demon spirit who has lived in the lotus pond in the mountains for a long time.

Hearing about her daughter was like listening to an ancient rumor passed down from history, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.As if to hear something inconsequential.

Ji Shui tugged on his outer shirt, tilted his head, and said with a smile, "Then what should we do?"

When asked by Ji Shui, Wang Bing was stunned.

What else can I do?Hearing that his own children have done such things, why is this parent not in a hurry, how can he still laugh?

They were all beaten up and sent directly to the hospital, and they still haven't woken up yet!

Wang Bing pretended to be calm and said, "The school leaders decided to drop Zhang Ailin from school."

Ji Shui raised his hand, wanting to stroke Zhang Ailin's hair.

Zhang Ailin turned her head to avoid it.

Her hand froze in the air for a moment, then retracted it naturally, looked at Wang Bing, and said, "Ah, that's it. Arlene, do you accept it?"

"Don't call me that." Zhang Ailin said viciously.

Seeing her daughter's appearance, Ji Shui laughed: "Alinlin is still cute."

Zhang Ailin grimaced, clenched her roots tightly, clenched her fists on the sides of her legs, her knuckles were blue and trembling slightly.

She doesn't understand.I don't understand why the woman in front of me suddenly disappeared for no reason, and then suddenly appeared today inexplicably.

Indifferently, lightly, as if the past few years have been written off.

How dare she!How dare!how come!

While talking to Ji Shui, Wang Bing secretly looked at Zhang Ailin from the corner of his eye.

regret.

He regretted agreeing to Ji Shui to let her come to see Zhang Ailin.She is not like a mother, like a drop of water splashed in the air at will.Slack is written in your bones.

From the first day of school, this woman named Ji Shui called his number.

Put down a lingering sentence: "Teacher, please help her."

Ji Shui pinned the jumping hair behind his ears with his fingers, and said: "I understand the situation, how to deal with it, teacher, you can do whatever you want. If there is nothing wrong, then Arlene and I will leave , okay?" After saying that, he raised his eyes to meet Wang Bing's and stared at him.

Wang Bing felt uncomfortable being stared at by her, frowned and nodded.

Ji Shui smiled, put his hands on Zhang Ailin's shoulders, and said, "Then I..."

Zhang Ailin raised her hand suddenly, pushed Ji Shui's arm away, turned around and left the classroom alone.

Ji Shui and Wang Bing were left in the office.

The moment she raised her hand, Wang Bing saw a bluish-purple patch on her arm, that abnormal and dazzling purple that was definitely not traumatic, floating on her smooth and white arm faintly.

It was like the bluish-white epiphyllum on her dress, vaguely piercing on the brocade.

The office was quiet, and the sound of a humming old-fashioned air conditioner made the silence seem to be deepened and thickened.

Ji Shui lowered his eyes and frowned slightly, apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang."

Wang Bing said with a pale face, "What she needs more is not what I can give."

Ji Shui raised her eyes to look at Wang Bing, her eye circles were reddened by tears, she spoke slowly, repeating what she had said countless times:

"Teacher, please, help her."

"Why can't you give her a normal environment? Why do you have to bully this child like this?" Wang Bing tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, looking at Ji Shui and said.

A wry smile rippled on Ji Shui's face: "Teacher, I'm sorry."

After saying that, before Wang Bing could continue, Ji Shui tore his coat, knowing Wang Bing in his heart, so he didn't want to talk nonsense, turned around and left the office, trying to catch up with Zhang Ailin who had just left.

As soon as she went out, she saw a person standing diagonally opposite the corner.

Yang Kangyu stared straight at her with a pair of eyes.Not reconciled.do not understand.He wanted the answer to the one who didn't know what the question was.

But Ji Shui just smiled weakly at him, then turned around and turned right, walking towards the road Zhang Ailin left just now.

Repeating the actions that appeared in many nightmares.

Leave him alone.

The last quarter water disappears around the corner.

The sunlight escaping from the opposite window scattered on the ground.

Why is he always not chosen.

Obviously it is also her child.

No matter struggling, crying, or bleeding, how could it always end like this.

Yang Kangyu lowered his head, looked at his toes, and panted heavily, like a drowning person just landed on the shore.His eyes were red, trying to hold back the meaningless tears that shouldn't have fallen.

He lowered his throat and said, "I remember now. You are the little boy standing next to Zhang Ailin when you were young, right?"

Meng Wenjun, who was standing in the corridor behind Yang Kangyu, heard him say this.

"Alinlin, stop for a moment." Ji Shui shouted behind Zhang Ailin.

Hearing this, Zhang Ailin felt her heart stop suddenly.Immediately, she pretended not to hear, and quickened her pace.

"I said stop, should I pretend not to hear what my mother said?" Ji Shui said, holding his heaving chest.

mom.

Although the message of escaping kept echoing in her mind, an unknown hot thing flowed from her heart, filling every breath of Zhang Ailin, forcing her to put down her steps, and finally stood where she was.

How can this be.

Zhang Ailin heard Ji Shui's footsteps on the corridor floor.Getting closer.

Finally, her hands were on her shoulders.

Read: "Alinlin, are you okay?"

How can this be.

How can this be.

After leaving, why come back again.

Tears swirl in my heart, I can't cry no matter what, I hold it in my heart.

Zhang Ailin was like a deflated balloon, allowing Ji Shui to turn her body, Ji Shui held her arms with both hands, and the two stood facing each other.

Ji Shui looked into her eyes, but Zhang Ailin didn't dare to look at her.

Ji Shui stuffed a hard card in Zhang Ailin's hand, and said softly, "Until a certain day, I will regularly deposit money into it on the third of every month."

Zhang Ailin twisted her wrist and pushed the card back to Ji Shui.

Ji Shui forcefully twisted Zhang Ailin's arm again, put the card solemnly in her palm, and said, "Be obedient and keep it. If one day, you find that there is no more money in it, you should stop thinking about your mother." gone."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ailin asked closely following the voice she had just finished speaking.

Ji Shui didn't answer her, but just smiled faintly at her.She gently squeezed Zhang Irene's hands, and slowly retracted her hands.

"Alinlin, you want to blame me, you want to blame me and hate me for the rest of your life."

Only in this way can we not blame ourselves, blame ourselves, and hate ourselves.

After finishing speaking, Ji Shui turned around and left without saying a word.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Ailin hurriedly stepped forward and asked eagerly.

But she couldn't keep up with her in her life.

The only answer to her was the sunshine wandering in the corridor.

This was the last time Zhang Ailin saw Ji Shui.

She didn't realize it until she attended the funeral after Ji Shui died of cancer.

She and her mother will never meet again in this life.

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