Because he never got anything by himself when he was a child, he had no habit of asking for it. In the crowd, he would never dare to ask for it, unconsciously give up his voice and become the weaker party. When school started, he studied in the dormitory.
Wang Yu played games at night and scolded him so much that he was doing the exam. He subconsciously chose to endure it and did not say it out loud.
But Wang Yu would turn on the lights in the curtains after turning off the lights at night, thinking that his lights were too bright and disturbing him sleep. He would not politely criticize him, saying whether he could dim the lights! He dimmed them.
A few days later, he said that the sound of his reading was clamoring him, and he said loudly whether he could not read books late at night, saying that he had no quality and was clamoring him.
It seems that everything is wrong, and everything will be targeted. At first, he didn't understand why Wang Yu had such a great malicious intention towards him.
It took him a long time to realize that bullying the weak is human instinct, and poverty is original sin, because he is low, they look down on him, his efforts are pretending to be, and his serious integration is in their eyes, because they have no self-knowledge and no vision.
See.
He hated Wang Yu to speak in Mandarin with his dialect accent. Every time he laughed at him, he felt like a tumbler who kept slapping. The man punched him hard and said,
Hahaha, he is so funny.
At first it was just Wang Yu, but later everyone else in the dormitory started.
He hurts very much.
But when they fought, they didn't think of him as an equal person as them. They laughed happily, and he had to pretend to smile like them, but it was not funny at all. Do you know? It's not funny.
not at all.
Wang Yu was laughing again. He won the game and felt so happy. How could he laugh so happily?
"tap--"
"tap--"
The slippers moved on the floor. Wang Yu held the industrial hammer I bought online some time ago, and the iron handle made of it gave people a cold feeling. When his fingers touched it, it seemed like there was an electric current connected directly along the fingertips.
After every nerve is shaken, it is more pathologically excited.
The nerve called fear seemed to be frozen.
He turned his head and looked at Wang Yu, then looked down at the white ground.
It seems like something is almost there...
...
"Huh, Chen Mo, I think your clothes are sent downstairs to machine-wash like Bai Hanyun and the others?"
Chen Mo pulled out the soap from his clothes and said with a smile:
"I'm still used to washing my own clothes by hand."
"Hahaha, I know you're obsessed with cleanliness."
"No, I don't have any cleanliness. If I want me to be cleanliness, I won't be able to wear shirts, big shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. It's just a habit I developed when I was a child. My mother taught me before."
When Sun Qing smiled, he was relieved when he was the only one left in the dormitory. I have to say that it was comfortable to get along with Chen Mo. While getting close, he maintained a certain social distance and respected his lifestyle.
Although Chen Mo is very strong in all senses, he is rarely without pressure when he gets along with him. Sun Qing thought of something and suddenly spoke:
"Chen Mo, what are you going to tell me before..."
"Bang!"
Just as Chen Mo and the other two were chatting and walking out of the public bathroom, the figures who turned into the toilet in the corridor collided directly.
"careful!"
Chen Mo and the other two had nothing to do with each other, but the man fell to the ground because of the soapy water in the bathroom and the floor where the aunt had just finished slapping. His head hit the edge of the trash can, and he put the bathroom in the bathroom.
The trash can was brought to the ground.
A pile of soup sprinkled on the ground.
A odor came out.
"Hahahaha--"
Xu Zhipeng smiled softly, and the soup slid down his already knotted hair. He sat on the ground regardless of the oil stains spreading on the ground.
I didn't care who hit me or whom I hit me. After arguing casually, I stood up slowly while climbing my fingers to hold the sink, without even looking at who was hitting me.
It's really unlucky.
Maybe it was too desperate, the string in my heart had broken, or maybe there was something more important waiting for him.
Xu Zhipeng's mood did not even fluctuate at all, and he never had to be lucky enough to visit him. What's the point of being angry about?
I just hope these two people can curse people cleanly, just like every time in the past. He obviously doesn't know what he did wrong, and it may not even be his fault. Others are already looking gloomy because of his face.
, he began to be aggressive and pressed step by step, and he had to step on the ground and trampled hard.
He was ready to hear disgusting words or "him~huh~" the sarcastic tone... Just like every time before, he was in the most embarrassing situation and was despised and joked by everyone.
Xu Zhipeng bent down and stood in the sink, fiddling with the soup on his hair over and over again.
Come on, let’s talk about it, it’s better to have less words to say. After that, he still has to go to the window in the inner room to see if there is any cleaning of the big garbage bags placed by the aunt in the windowsill. I hope there is no trouble because of the two of them.
"Give it, you're okay."
A pack of opened tissue was handed in front of me, and I felt that someone was holding her shoulders. The feeling of being sore and painful when I fell to the ground was much better.
"It's us who should apologize. We were just chatting and didn't see you. It's our problem. You don't have to apologize to us, I'm sorry."
Looking at the tissue handed to him, Xu Zhipeng looked at it for a long time, pursed his lips, and finally slowly stretched out his hand, which was stained and slightly scratched, and took the pack of tissue from his hands with distinct joints.
He pinched his fingertips slightly, turned his head and glanced at the person talking beside him.
His pupils suddenly shrank.
The body subconsciously moved back a little.
It was not because of the impact of this face's appearance, but because this face was too familiar. He looked at it on the computer countless times, and had also hidden in a distant corner and observed it secretly, remembering it clearly.
It was Chen Mo, the idol that Wang Yu was talking about in the dormitory, who was almost calloused by his ears - he was also the last person who was sick and wanted to drag everything into hell.
"Sorry, it's like this. I see that your arm seems to have twisted. Let's take you to the infirmary."
"Your back is also stained with oil. If you don't take it off, I'll rub it for you. I just happened to bring laundry detergent. I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry!"
Sun Qing was also very embarrassed.
Xu Zhipeng paused, and his hands tightened while holding the napkin.
"No."
The teeth rubbed slightly and bite the flesh inside the lower lip and said quickly.
"us……"
"No need, I'll handle it myself, you guys go."
"You..." Chen Mo held the man, seeing that he was embarrassed and looked a little hesitant.
"No, you go... go."
Xu Zhipeng looked through the thick bangs, looked at Chen Mo in the shadow, and said softly.
Xu Zhipeng, who refused several times and made sure he had nothing to do, finally persuaded the two of them to leave, looked at Chen Mo's back in the corridor and shook the napkin in his hand.
The sound is extremely light, as if there is only one lip-shaped sound:
"Let's go..."
Xu Zhipeng looked at it for a long time, and it was not until the figures of the two men disappeared in the corner that they slowly withdrew their gaze.
He looked down at the wrinkled napkin in his hand, gently placed it next to the sink, washed his face, looked at himself in a gloomy and embarrassed manner in the mirror, and felt a little lost.
I pulled the corner of my mouth, but found that I couldn't smile. My fingers pulled the corner of my mouth, pulled it apart, looking at my dense and white teeth, as bad as ever, without any beauty, and slowly put down my hand.
I don’t know when the eyes were slightly red. Not only were there red bloodshots, but there were other things, but he pressed them tightly.
I haven't felt the kindness from the outside for too long, or it can't be said to be kindness, but the feeling of equal treatment given by others, and suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable.
Xu Zhipeng tugged his lips and smiled stiffly. He didn't expect that he felt the respect of equal treatment for the first time in such a long time. It was Chen Mo... He had the murderous intention.
He didn't feel any disgust for Chen Mo. Even though he was dirty, Chen Mo still naturally put his hand on him. His mind was always very sensitive, and he could keenly sense that Chen Mo really didn't have it.
A little bit of disgust and the apology in my eyes are also real.
He is a very real person, not at all the same as his fan Wang Yu.
He admitted that writing Chen Mo's name on his notes was a purely malicious spread and fermentation. Because Wang Yu said Chen Mo's name in the dormitory again and again, he was annoyed. He hated Wang Yu to everything Wang Yu said
He hates everything he likes.
"Why is the gap between people so big?" This is what Wang Yu often says.
Yes, Chen Mo in Wang Yu's mouth was like a bright moon in the sky, with no flaws at all, and everyone liked and admired. And he was like a mouse in the sewer that was despised and disliked. It was clearly under the moonlight,
But after people praised the brightness of the moon, they saw the mouse running to the ground, and they showed an extremely disgusting expression in a blink of an eye. They wanted to slap it hard with a broom and sweep it away from a distance, as if the existence of a mouse
Pollution of everyone's eyes.
The mouse dragged his injured body and hid in the sewer, looking at the moon through the moonlight, with confusion and hatred in his eyes.
Why can the moon get all this? How hard the mouse can get it? It's just punching and kicking.
But Xu Zhipeng turned his head and looked at the tissues placed on the sink beside him.
He felt relieved when he thought about the mouse.
The moonlight itself is correct and is indeed beautiful. It hangs high in the sky, releasing a faint glow. Warm heals many people, and you can feel happiness when you look at it. If warmth exists, then it will continue to exist.
Although he lives in a place where the light cannot be shined, he knows that there has always been a warm light in some part of the world.
But letting go of the moonlight does not mean that he lets go of himself, letting go of the group of people who turned him into what he looks like today.
"Crazy!"
Turn on the faucet and sprinkle a handful of cold water on your face.
...
"Xiaoyu is really addicted to gaming. He can't even call him out."
"Hey, it's really a bit unaccustomed to not having him. So, have you brought a power bank? I feel that they should be playing very late tonight. They said they would go to KTV to sing, but they would probably not be able to sing until two or three in the morning.
return."
"There should be a power bank on the KTV side, right?"
"I'm just afraid that if it's going to happen, why don't we go back and get it?"
"Dingling!"
"Hey? Ah, the minister is me, ah? It's just two of us? OK, we'll come soon, Li Jingyu and I will arrive soon..."
"Then will we go back to get the power bank?"
"We're the ones who are not here, so let's run away quickly! There are fewer activities to participate in during the course of the usual classes, and the team building is still late. Let's not talk about going up next year, so we're so afraid that we'll just leave the clubbed.
We rely on this comprehensive score test, we are not Xiaoyu, we can also rely on our grades to get scores..."
...
Xu Zhipeng was surprisingly calm. He packed up himself, got what he wanted, and prepared the black garbage bag roll by roll, and returned to the dormitory.
He sat on the chair in front of the lower bunk table, staring at the second-hand computer he had found, waiting little by little for the time to come after nine o'clock, and confirmed that the other two had enough to leave school and would not come back halfway.
Xu Zhipeng stood up and took the things he had prepared before in his hand.
The tightly shaking hands were trembling slightly, and they couldn't tell whether they were afraid or excited.
"tap--"
"tap--"
Because it was rubber shoes, Xu Zhipeng always made noises from time to time when walking in the dormitory.
Wang Yu's ears were particularly sensitive. When he caught this sound, his brows frowned impatiently. Because he was the only one who was left in the dormitory, he restrained himself a little because the others were not there.
But when he heard the annoying friction sound, he couldn't help it. Adding to the words of failure that appeared directly on the computer, he became angry.
"I'm giving away the heads to your mother one by one! Will you play?"
It seemed that I felt the footsteps stop, and subconsciously turned my head and saw Xu Zhipeng standing beside me.
Wang Yu was startled, but he had been dominant for many years and his emotions at this time, so he stared at Xu Zhipeng and shouted loudly:
"Are you fucking sick? Why did you stand behind me suddenly? Are you pretending to be a ghost? Who are you scaring?! Can you change a pair of shoes? How many times have you said it? The sound of your heel tiles rubbing heavily, very
Do you know it’s ugly?! Can you stop making noise? It’s so annoying!!”
Xu Zhipeng didn't say anything, just looked at Wang Yu quietly, with only a coldness in his eyes, stripping away all human nature, and only a kind of coldness like a pure beast.
"tap--"
Xu Zhipeng took a step forward.
Wang Yu also noticed something wrong with Xu Zhipeng at this time.
"What are you going to do?!"
Just at this moment, when Xu Zhipeng wanted to take out the soaked handkerchief.
"Dongdong, dudongdong!! Open the door, open the door! The dormitory manager is checking the room! What are you doing? The door is so tightly closed, are you hiding illegal electrical appliances?"
A sudden burst of knocks on the door outside the dormitory came from the door.