The Spirit World

Chapter 559 Never Forget

Chapter 559 Never Forget
"If you don't want to learn, there's no need to come to school."

Someone grabbed my ears and dragged me into the corridor.

I tore up a book.

I tore up the book in anger.

It's like tearing myself apart.

"Go home now and don't affect other students here. If you give up on yourself, that's your business. Don't drag all the classmates with you!" Teacher Tang looked at me calmly. She was not angry, and neither was I.

I was like a madman.

I'm just a lunatic.

I'd rather be a madman.

"The murderer has not been found yet!"

I looked at her coldly. She was not the murderer, but in my eyes, I would rather she was the murderer, because I was so close to the murderer. I could grab the murderer's collar and push him down the corridor. If he didn't die, I would step on him. I would step on him hard. I would hit him with my fists. I could do the most evil things I could.

But Teacher Tang was not the murderer, she just looked at me coldly, just like me.

"I know the murderer hasn't been found, but Chen Lin definitely wouldn't want to see you like this. Look at what you look like now? Are you a ghost?"

"They can't catch the murderer! They are trash!"

I interrupted her.

I can't catch the murderer either!
I am trash too!
"Chen Lin wouldn't want you to be like this. If you haven't thought this through, you should go home! If you weren't my student, I wouldn't bother with you. Get out of school now."

Teacher Tang tilted her head, and from her eyes, everything about me was so bad.

Terrible.

I turned and left, and she snorted. Three months ago, she was not so heartless.

I should be heartless.

I walked down the corridor. I don't want to say that I walked very fast, but the fire in my belly suddenly burst out again.

Why can she say her name so righteously?

She was clearly the victim, and it was such a heinous case, but the murderer could not be caught.

She died in vain.

She did it for no reason.

She showed no signs.

She is like a dispensable person.

I'm like a joke.

She is dead.

Everyone knew she was dead.

The murderer also knew she was dead.

I also knew she was dead.

But she couldn't die in vain.

Because of the bond I have with her, the bond I have known her since childhood, the bond I grew up with her, she is so kind, she is so beautiful, she is so smart, she is so cute, she is so dignified, she is so elegant, she is so virtuous, she is so virtuous, she is so optimistic, she is so cheerful, she is so lively, she is so young.

It shouldn't be her who died.

She never had any private grudges, nor any public hatred.

Why wasn't the murderer the one who died?
Why aren't the millions of scumbags in this world the ones who died?

Why wasn't I the one who died?

She had such a wonderful time, she had everything so wonderful.

Even though she did not live in heaven, even though her life could only be described as hard, even though her living conditions had always been just enough to eat and wear.

But she never gave up on ending her own life...

Why is this bad luck? This damn bad luck is going to take her life!

Damn that bastard who hasn't been brought to justice yet!
Those who told me not to be sad for her, not to forget her, and not to miss her are all bastards.

I burst into tears again unconsciously.

I thought I would remember her forever, but I thought, it is autumn now, she should be wearing a small jacket, she would put her hair in a thick white scarf, breathe out the hot air, and laugh at my ugly black scarf.

She should have sat in the classroom, sat in the classroom, and chatted with me. She should have chatted with me forever. I asked her questions tirelessly, and when she got impatient, she just gently pushed me away and asked me to go back to my own classroom.

She should have blown a breath on the window in the cold winter and drawn a smiling face in the mist. I passed by and laughed at her silly smile. She chased me, or she hummed and asked me to draw a nice one too.

I was supposed to be in the cold winter.

send her home.

I should take her home.

I should……

I should have, I should have, I would not have been stingy with my love...

I won't let her think I would like another woman.

I should and must let her live a happy life.

I know her favorite scallion noodles, I know her favorite lamb doll, I know her favorite male star, I know what expression she has when she is sad, I know where she goes when she is happy, and I know where she goes when she is sad.

I know everything about her.

I should know everything about her, not because I am being sentimental, but because she told me everything.

But I know that these are meaningless.

Because she is dead.

She is not my relative, but I can't lose her.

In my world, she is gone.

She did not die of old age nor of illness, but was murdered by someone.

I couldn't find the murderer, and they couldn't find the murderer.

The murderer is at large.

But I lost her forever.

Why didn’t the murderer die?
Why should I, why should she, bear the brunt of death?
I don't accept that the meaning of my life is not entirely about her, but when she leaves, the meaning of my life loses its meaning.

I want revenge...

I want revenge!

The person who is at large and the person who advised me to be magnanimous, let them kill a relative and see what happens!

I can't control myself...

He started vomiting like crazy.

When I thought about what they said to me, and what Teacher Tang said to me, trying to persuade me to get back to my life, I felt so nauseous that I couldn't stop.

If it was her daughter, I would advise her to be more magnanimous. The murderer has not been brought to justice, and her daughter's body has not been buried. I advise her to be more magnanimous! !

Be generous! The dead cannot be resurrected! She is already dead!

But the murderer has not been caught yet!
The murderer has not been caught yet!
The murderer has not been caught yet!
The murderer has not been caught yet!
The murderer also pinched me and grabbed me!
The murderer has not been caught yet!
The murderer! Not yet! Bring him to justice!
My stomach probably couldn't stand my vomiting and started to curl up, and I could only curl up with it.

But I, I can't catch the murderer...

Even they couldn't catch the murderer, so I couldn't catch the murderer either without the first-hand clues.

She has no personal enemies.

Neither of the two dead girls could possibly be the personal enemies of that middle-aged pervert.

I could only stumble back home.

If a car hits me, I'll accept it.

But I can't die.

I want revenge.

It's impossible for me not to want revenge.

Even if I can't take revenge!
I want revenge too!
I told everyone I was crazy.

I'm just a lunatic.

I collapsed on the ground, watching others looking at me like a stray dog. Their eyes, everything about them, had nothing to do with me.

No one can really empathize, because what they lost was not theirs.

Beloved.

My...love. Why should he die at the hands of such a pervert for no reason...

Why should she, who is so beautiful, accept such filth?

I……

My tears...are worthless.

"Little Blue Grandma... I don't think... it can't be... this person..."

A little boy squatted beside me. He was wearing Hanfu. I looked at him in pain. I was dirty and covered in dust. No one could recognize me.

Are the children laughing at me too?
Let him laugh...

"This is different from what we agreed... You told me he was approachable, had a great appearance, or at least a handsome man with a graceful demeanor... This... doesn't seem like it..."

The little boy lifted my hair...

My eyes seemed to encounter strong light, and then I saw this boy who seemed to be talking nonsense. He had a pair of beautiful big eyes, black eyes that were watery and bright, and a small pattern between his eyebrows, which was very beautiful, like a gem embellishing his eyebrows.

But he was wearing an opera costume and carrying a large box.

He looked at me in confusion. I turned my head away, supported myself on the ground, and slowly stood up.

I ignored him and started to stumble along, and he followed me.

I don't know who he is talking to.

There was no one around me, let alone a woman I could call grandma.

"Grandma Xiaolan... let's look for it again. This person is too different from the one you mentioned... I've been looking for three months... and I only found this thing... It can't be that serious."

I glanced at him and ignored him. He was just carrying a large wooden box that didn't fit his small body very well. I was still vomiting, so I went to the trash can and vomited into it.

The strong stench from the trash can made me vomit again.

"No way? Really? Are you serious? Seriously? Grandma, are you serious?" He covered his nose and looked at me with disdain...

I also looked at him with disgust.

I felt very uncomfortable and walked slowly.

I'm going back to bed.

I can't take revenge.

I'm a waste.

I am a lunatic.

I am a zombie.

I don't understand the meaning of living tomorrow.

I don’t understand why people should live.

If a person doesn’t even understand the meaning of life, what’s the point of going to school?
Abandon me.

I thought so.

Just like my parents, abandon me.

Abandon me.

Just like this world, abandon me.

Just like me, abandon me.

"Hello...Excuse me, is your name Chang Yufeng?"

The boy followed me closely.

Like my tail.

I didn't mean to get rid of him, but he kept following me and it made me annoyed.

I was already annoyed.

Maybe, I am just an annoying thing.

I ignored him.

My name is indeed Chang Yufeng.

But what does that matter?

Chang Yufeng...

A dead person.

I am Chang Yufeng.

A complete piece of trash.

"Hey! Is your name Chang Yufeng?" He chased me and asked: "If you are not, I will go find someone else to avoid wasting your time."

I ignored him, but he stood in front of me and wanted me to pay attention to him.

He even stood on tiptoe, and I almost fell into him. He stood almost motionless, letting me fall to the ground.

"Isn't that right? Right..." He glanced at me who had fallen down again, got up, and spread his hands in boredom: "I said my dad would never be like this... If he was like this when he was young, it would be terrible. My mom is as beautiful as a fairy. How can she like this sloppy guy?"

He turned and left, I looked back at him, and fell to the ground again.

I got up... after a long time...

Go home. Go back to... the eighteenth level of hell.

I fell on the bed...

I don't want to think about anything, I don't want to touch anything...

I don’t want to think about anything…

Coughing…sadness…vomiting.

I think I should be tortured to death by myself during these three months...

I seemed to remember her again.

She might say.

Your room is so messy, have you never cleaned it up? If you don't clean it up quickly, I don't even have a place to sit.

She might say.

What do you eat every day? Don't you have a normal meal? How can you not eat well? It's hard to heal a damaged stomach!

She would also sit on the sofa and watch the animation with a smart lamb puppet.

Maybe it wasn't the animation, because I saw her favorite male star was also in that TV series.

She really likes the actor Chen Feng.

She said that Chen Feng looks a lot like me... I look very much like Chen Feng. We both have the word "Feng" in our names. She praised Chen Feng for being handsome and also said that I was beautiful. She praised Chen Feng for being elegant and also praised me for being gentle. When she praised Chen Feng, she always brought me along.

Whenever she praises me, I always feel inferior to her.

She told me that I was the most mature and least childish boy she had ever met in her life. She said that if men could be compared to treasures, then I was the most shining treasure in the world.

I said you too.

She smiled and said, you can't be like Zhang Fei and say the same thing.

You have to praise me with your own words.

I praise her as the stars.

I praise her as numerous as the stars.

I praise her as bright as day.

I praise her as a god.

Come into my world, come to my world, be with me, and let me be flattered.

She laughed out loud.

I don't know what she is laughing at.

All I know is that she looks beautiful when she smiles.

I started crying again.

I have not been stingy with my tears.

I cried for her, and I cried for myself.

I am so selfish, I want someone to have everything she has, she is so beautiful, I just want her to be mine. I have no way to share her with the world, I am even unwilling to show her off to the world, because that will attract more admirers.

I am selfish.

I am afraid.

I couldn't win her heart among so many admirers.

But I lost her.

It was like... it happened in an instant.

"Hello! Is anyone home?"

The little boy followed.

This is the eighteenth level of hell.

"Your name is Chang Yufeng, right? Sorry for calling you by your name. I have something to talk to you about..."

I looked at the ceiling...

I heard his voice, but my mind just went blank.

I was still crying, I could feel my tears flowing from the corners of my eyes, burning my whole body.