I Have 108 Kinds Of Teasing Skills - Chapter 33
Zhao Yunsang had a dream.
Perhaps I should say that she recalled a dream.
A city where the morning and evening were indistinguishable, a station where people came and went, a drizzling rain, and a certain phone call, a certain person, on a late autumn evening.
“Since you were a child, you have never been able to do anything right.
The man’s expression was as cold and indifferent as the pale snow, or the silent night.
He looked at her as if he were looking at a human puppet imprisoned and trapped in a glass ball, commanded to manipulate all behavior, emotions not to be taken care of.
“But where you can learn a point from your brother, your grandmother will not be able to say you have no tutor ……
He was always dissatisfied.
In his eyes, she would always be a mess.
The seeds of inferiority and disgust took root and sprouted at the soles of her feet, burrowing down the veins into the marrow of her bones, piercing her heart with impunity, thorn bushes twisting around the unbloomed rose bones inside, slowly sucking up the nutrients.
Before the break of dawn, kill it.
Zhao Yunsang stood confused in the street.
The man in the earpiece was silent at some point, the traffic all around was far away, the neon skyscrapers collapsed.
The ground shattered and fell.
The void is like a graveyard, dead silence without echo.
She saw a door with a crack of light coming through.
Seventeen-year-old Zhao Yunsang stood in the shadows behind the door, her head lowered, her expression unreadable.
Opposite her, Du Shangyu, bruised and swollen at the corners of his mouth, was stopped by his mother in a protective pose.
The woman’s voice was sharp and thin, like the tip of an iron-edged knife cutting through the concrete, three white eyes rolling meanly and mockingly.
“My son holding your leg is called obscene? You have a valuable leg, and you beat up your classmates, is that what your mother taught you growing up? No wonder your parents are busy with work and do not have time for you, lazy to care about you, but it is not because you are ashamed of it ……
Zhao Yunsang gripped the door handle fingers stiff and hard to white, back straight.
Like nothing can crush her like that.
But in fact, the woman’s every word with a nail into her spine, the needle poked through the lungs.
She thought she was invulnerable, until she saw the camouflaged tempered glass cracked into a web of scars.
The scars were torn open to reveal a bloody embarrassment.
……
The pain in the chest is stuffy to the point of suffocation.
Zhao Yunsang opened his eyes on the bed, breathing loudly and silently, his body curled into a shrimp.
After a long time.
She escaped from that deep sea of fear-like depression, her blood flowed again and her heart returned to normal.
The air conditioner in the dormitory was on all season, making a slight noise that made the room even quieter.
The airflow from the air outlet was moist and dry, and the clothes hanging on the bed rail were blown in small swings.
Zhao Yunsang took the cell phone in the hanging basket with her gauze wrapped hand and pressed the screen, the white light hit her expressionless face.
It was 1:30 am.
The hair in front of her forehead was soaked with cold sweat, she casually wiped it and gently climbed down the ladder to get out of bed.
She found the cigarettes she bought at the supermarket a few days ago, along with a lighter, in a messy pile of green-orange flavored lollipops and designer lipsticks.
The balcony door lock was old and short and creaky.
She stepped barefoot on the cold tile floor and pushed open the glass window.
The rain had stopped and the autumn breeze was sluggish.
The streetlights on both sides of the school road downstairs were on, the warm yellow light trapped in the glazed shade of the English courtyard style, like a mass of dreams that could not be free.
The leaves of the trees rustle and sway.
The night was so dark that there were no stars.
Zhao Yunsang lying at the window, the collar of his thin nightgown was blown up by the wind, the coldness into the hem, the metal window frame was cold and printed lines on her arms.
She seems to be unaware of it.
The light blue flame from the lighter flickered in the wind, helping her to light a cigarette.
The girl’s fingertips are thin and white, and the choking white mist is swallowed into her lungs, leaving only a few thin wisps of smoke exhaled from her red lips.
The neckline pokes out a delicate and delicate neck like a porcelain vase, the side of the face is clean and pretty, not enchanting, like a night swim in the wall, decadent and world-weary cat.
The small balcony is filled with smoke.
Zhao Yunsang stretched his right hand out of the window in a blanket of white fog, trying in vain to grab a handful of night color.
The wind slipped through her fingers.
The half-burned cigarette with the movement, falling small sections of ash on the back of the slim hand, hot.
It woke up the sick and cruel thought that came to her mind when she saw the height of tens of meters.
–Jump down.
Zhao Yunsang, like the end of sleepwalking, suddenly realized what she was thinking and retracted her hand like a shock.
The remaining cigarette was pressed out at the window and thrown into the bathroom’s paper basket, and she turned around and walked into the house.
The sleeping pills were placed in a cubby near the end of the bed, and Zhao Yunsang went on tiptoe to get them, her face sliding over the soft, cool fabric with a light citrus scented end note.
She turned her head and saw her black sports coat hanging on the bed rail, half wet and half dry from the rain.
When she left the pharmacy on Wen Street, Fusheng was a gentleman and took the jacket off to her, and sent her all the way back to the Wanda dormitory building.
…… Fusheng.
She whispered the name, remembering the distance between the drugstore cubicle and the kiss, and the warmth of the man’s fingers as he flexed and gently rubbed his ear bone.
The black jacket was removed from the bed rail, and Zhao Yunsang held it in her arms, like holding a citrusy night breeze.
The wind blew away the fog, and the stars were shining brightly over the high school playground bleachers, and a teenager in school uniform handed over a green-orange flavored candy.
The owner of the bookstore gave you the change when you went there, so if you don’t mind, here you go.
……
The heart beats peacefully.
In the thorn bush, the rose comes to life again.
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A good dream is the most useless wish in the world for me.
But if the other person is you, it doesn’t matter if you don’t take your medication.
—— off-topic — –…
I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to get the best out of you.
