Interaction rules for sick girls

I don't know what distracted this girl...

The background of happiness is misfortune

The background of happiness is misfortune.

I don't know where I heard these words from, and I didn't take them to heart at the time, so I just threw them aside.

But now, when events big and small, strange and bizarre, coming from all directions like a tide, people will eventually grow a lot.

I sat on a chair, writing black ink marks on white paper. The paper was originally spotless, symbolizing purity and beauty. But when humans wrote and drew on it, leaving their own traces, did this destroy this beauty?

Boring thoughts echo in my mind. What is the meaning of life for me?

There is nothing I want to do, and I have no yearning for the distant future. I just follow the footsteps of my peers, forced to move forward under the huge and irresistible trend, without any desire or will of my own.

Whenever I think of my mother's kind face, her gentle face always shows an eagerness for her son to succeed.

"I just want to get into a good university..."

"Get into a good university, marry into a good family, and your future life will be bright."

She always smiled with a bruised face and said to herself that her narrow cognition forced her to move forward, forward, forward, and always forward.

But what right did she have to demand of herself when she had never made any progress? She herself was bound in a small cage, unable to extricate herself or free herself.

I smiled bitterly and finished painting on the white paper. This paper is so pure and beautiful, I shouldn't let it be stained with my own color.

People always lose these things as they grow up. When they get good grades, they lose the time to play happily with their friends. When they go to higher schools, they lose their friends with whom they have a gradually weakened relationship.

Our world is always so simple, so simple that after not seeing each other for a while, there is only a little awkwardness when we meet again. Because we are all creatures who only know how to look forward, just like when we were young and divided into classes, we knew that there was a great possibility of losing our original friends and deskmates, but we were still happy in our hearts, looking forward to whether the future life will be better, looking forward to whether we can make better friends than now, and looking forward to whether this move will bring us our own love.

There was another chattering sound coming from outside the door, accompanied by the sound of chairs falling and porcelain plates breaking. I locked the door and created a world that belonged only to me.

I don’t have any dreams and I have a nonchalant attitude towards life, especially some time ago, when the dire reality turned me into a shell, with only the fear of death driving me to wander in this world.

It was when I met him...it was when I met him that I felt for the first time that my life was shining, and I discovered that there are things in life worth loving, appreciating, and fighting for.

He has done a lot of things for himself. I have investigated, followed, and monitored him. Every little thing he did is like sweet and clear water that makes people see through it.

I think I have fallen in love with this feeling.

The sound of slamming the door interrupted my attempt to stain the white paper with ink. I curled up beside the door, my body trembling, but my mind took no reaction, like an old clockwork that had broken down.

I think it is because of him that I was given the courage to face everything in life, to face my imperfect, ordinary and boring self.

But the shaking hands still couldn't stop, and the symptoms of Parkinson's disease that I had seen in books seemed somewhat similar.

Eh?! I'm not going to die just because of these symptoms, am I?

I don't know when tears started flowing from the corners of my eyes, but the muscles on my face remained tense. I touched the corners of my mouth and found that I was raising a stiff smile.

Why am I smiling at this moment? Am I unexpectedly a strong person? These things in front of me are a piece of cake and cannot break my heart at all?

I touched the corner of my mouth again. The dark and silent room made it impossible for me to see my expression. I only felt a slight pain at the corner of my mouth, and a faint tearing feeling surged in my heart.

Will my mouth be fine? What if my face is disfigured? What if he doesn't like me anymore? But will I become a different person again?

Questions big and small flashed through my mind, but were then forced out of my head.

I seem to remember him once saying that solving problems starts from the source, but what is the source? Should it be from the moment of fertilization or the philosophical discussion of "Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?"

Unfortunately, I don’t have a particularly good brain. Even though some of my peers have praised my intelligence, I know that it is nothing more than a false illusion of intelligence due to rote learning.

My mind started to become full of random thoughts, and all kinds of ideas filled my mind. I was back to the scene of going to the amusement park when I was a child, with carousels all over the street attracting my attention and white horses emitting holy light flying in the air. But then it turned into a dirty alley, with countless creatures with faces that I couldn't see cursing me, and the dirty words became sharp blades that pierced my soulless body.

It seemed as if I had arrived at night, the quarrel outside seemed to have stopped, the faint light on the phone screen stung my eyes, and my mechanical and slow body creaked.

He said that all problems must be solved from the source. So according to this logic, should I keep him by my side, break his hands and feet, and then find a place to hide him? Will he have to rely on me for the rest of his life?

My mother seems to be like this. She is missing one of her ten fingers and is defined as a disabled person. My father says every day:

"Who else would like you except me?!"

"You're so ugly, go out on the street and see if anyone would even look at you. I was blind to fancy you in the first place!"

"You stay at home every day and do nothing but enjoy yourself. If you left me, you would have been kneeling on the street and starving."

Similar words made the mother unable to leave the father anymore. He would beat her, insult her, and insult her personality and dignity from time to time. But even so, the mother could not leave the father and would speak well of him.

It seems that my mother really cannot live without my father. She is obedient to my father in everything he does and does not have any outstanding skills. The only thing she can do is wash clothes and cook. She is gentle and humble and follows my father like a vassal.

So, can we achieve this effect by simply creating an extreme environment?

Is it the same for him?

I grabbed my hair, and my scalp was still a little itchy. I have been washing my hair frequently recently, but it still felt a little unclean.

I opened the door and saw the dark living room was clean and tidy as new. It seemed that the commotion not long ago was all fake, just my own illusion?

When I came to the bathroom and turned on the white light, a pale figure suddenly appeared in the bathroom, but I was not scared because I knew that it was my figure in the mirror.

I touched my cheek and found thick dark circles under my eyes. It seemed that it was because I didn’t get enough rest recently.

After washing my face with cold water, I looked at my expressionless self in the mirror. I suddenly felt dissatisfied. I roared like a wild beast and pinched the corners of my mouth with my hands, forming an ugly arc.

Am I so ugly when I smile?

This won't do... This won't do...

I murmured, then walked to another room in the house. Even though I had just made such a loud noise, no one in the dark room came to disturb me.

I pushed open the door and saw a figure lying on it. In the moonlight, it looked like a very familiar figure. I looked at his familiar face and couldn't help but stare blankly.

He was bound up with handcuffs and shackles all over his body, and his mouth was stuffed with a sock. He looked at me coming in and seemed to have something to say, but his upper and lower jaw could not move and no sound came out.

The only sound in the room was the collision of handcuffs and chains, but these things were very sturdy and were specially prepared by her.

Looking at his familiar and somewhat unbelievable expression, I don’t understand why he would make such an expression. Isn’t it natural that it would turn out like this?

"why?"

My voice filled the room, and I didn't even know why I made the sound.

"Why? Why? Why? Why on earth?"

I don’t know why, what questions to ask, what I am confused about, anger at life? Or is it the partiality and selfishness of people?

I didn't know, my mind was blank, but my body started to move involuntarily. My hand took out a knife from my pants. It was a sharp scalpel.

Huh? Why do I have this thing? But I don't have any impression of it in my mind?

I walked forward, approached his ankles, and pulled up his pants slightly. The sharp scalpel cut the epidermis, then the tendons. After being completely cut, it meant that he would never be able to walk again.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe≥﹏≤"

The mouth involuntarily issued instructions without the brain's permission and made a laugh.

When he saw my smile, he shrank back sharply, and even the pain from having his tendons cut was temporarily forgotten.

Surprise, fear, retreat, anger, begging for mercy, despair.

I seemed to be able to read all kinds of emotions from his eyes. He hunched his body and struggled hard, as if he wanted to speak.

But I didn't give him the chance. I cut his other hamstring tendons and two hand tendons one after another, and then his eyes were filled with despair.

Well, someone once said that we should solve the problem from the source.

After doing all this, my hands seemed to be shaking a little, but a strong emotion surged in my heart, making me full of fighting spirit, and it seemed that I had endless energy and strength.

I was so emotional that I seemed to hear a clear sound outside the door. I turned my head and saw my mother standing at the door with a stiff expression. I stared at her, but she quickly returned to her room as if nothing had happened.

My mother is always like this, so timid and soft, no wonder... no wonder she is always bullied.

After doing all this, I turned around and left the room, then closed the door and returned to my room like a puppet. There were many photos pasted on my room, and the photos were all of the same person doing different things in different places.

I stared at the window in a daze, my expression was excited, my face was flushed, and I seemed to be extremely excited.

It seemed as if God couldn't stand my behavior anymore. A loud thunder sounded and I woke up suddenly from my bed.

I breathed in big gulps of fresh air, gasping for air, with all kinds of emotions in my heart.

Is it a dream?

But why are the memories in my head so clear? I walked to the drawer and opened one of the drawers. Inside was a sharp scalpel.

why?

I walked to the window. There were dark clouds outside. A thunder illuminated the world. I touched the corner of my mouth and I don't know when a slight curve appeared on it. I looked in the mirror and saw my appearance clearly.

Ah! I finally understand, why?

I'm crazy...

Chapter 235 Silly Girl Is Not Silly

Xia Xiu and Fan Yan played for a while. Of course, they didn't do anything weird as the mean-spirited people thought.

He is a great man named Xia, but he is very upright. Although he will give in to general temptations, he can always control himself at critical moments.

Like the male protagonists in some novels and TV dramas, they always have several harems, but after writing hundreds of chapters, they haven’t pushed any girls, and are called impotent male protagonists by most readers.

Xia Xiu shrugged. He didn't think so. It was like a girl giving away her precious first time because she felt that the other person was a partner worthy of her lifelong trust, worthy of her reliance and dedication.

The same goes for boys. In Xia Xiu's eyes, this matter is equal. He thinks that his first time should be given to someone who will never leave him in the future and with whom he will entrust his life.

This is similar to the virgin complex of many male compatriots. Because it is their first time, they regard the other party as a true partner they want to spend their life with, so they will subconsciously require the other party to be a virgin as well.

This may be one of Xia Xiu’s little principles.

As for the person that he felt he could spend the rest of his life with, Xia Xiu temporarily decided to be the silly girl in front of him who was smiling foolishly while watching the boring show.

He handed the snacks to the girl's mouth helplessly. The TV seemed to be playing a popular fantasy drama recently. Xia Xiu had no interest in it, but the silly girl was watching it with gusto. Her cute little mouth was slightly open, and the crunchy sound of the potato chips even drowned out the sound of the TV.

"Xia Xiu, you eat too!"

The girl also took a piece of potato chips and fed him one as well. Although Xia Xiu didn't like potato chips very much, he still opened his mouth and accepted the food from the girl.

Is Xia Xiu a scumbag?

This issue has been discussed many times. If we let him calculate it himself, it would be yes and no.

In the public's opinion, he has flirted with so many girls and kept hanging around with them one after another. What else could he be but a nasty scumbag?

But Xia Xiu had a unique excuse for himself... Bah, explanation, he seemed to have only provoked Silly Girl from the beginning to the end, and he had no improper thoughts about the others, whether it was Jiang Yuyan or Su Yuhan, and the child's words were an unexpected accident in the plan, and Xiaoyu's words were just a responsibility. Since he had only provoked one girl, it was normal to choose to observe for a while before making a decision, right?

There are many things in the world that have various explanations. For most ordinary people like us, it is enough to find the one that suits us.

Anyway, Xia Xiu didn't have any burden in his heart.

Seeing the girl on the sofa looking very interested, he no longer had the nerve to urge her. After all, there was a lot of time and it would take more than just one day.

The following life was leisurely and daily. He had plenty of time to help this silly girl improve herself. In this impetuous society, if she didn't improve herself, she couldn't survive with just her brain and empty hands, especially if she wanted to

A simple girl like Fan Yanke seems to be generally called "love-brained" on the Internet?

It's always good to improve yourself, so that you can live a good life even if you leave him in the future.

Thinking of this, his mood couldn't help but become a little depressed. The future is always uncontrollable. No one knows what the future will be like, whether people will change, or whether their home will still be there.

Fan Yanke took another potato chip and put it into Xia Xiu's mouth. He opened his mouth and took a bite, but only bit off half of it. The remaining half was stuffed into the girl's mouth, and then she licked the residue between her fingers like a cat.

Xia Xiu smiled. Why think so much? He didn't need so many worries now.

He leaned on the sofa, feeling somewhat bored. People are bored most of the time, so they have to learn a skill to please themselves and waste time.

He looked at the phone that the girl had casually placed on the sofa. Out of boredom, he had some evil thoughts. His fingers restlessly moved around the girl's back, trying to get her phone without her consent like an ant.

Everyone has the desire to gossip and voyeurism, which is why lovers or couples always like to check each other's mobile phones, which causes many conflicts.

Xia Xiu could only say that their group of people were not well-trained. If everyone had the same skills and techniques as him to ensure that they could avoid being discovered by the other party, the world would be much more peaceful.

The girl's back was leaning against the sofa, and the gap between the sofa and her waist was just enough for Xia Xiu's dog paw to pass through. After successfully taking the phone, he tried to slowly reach it back with his hand holding the phone.

But the girl suddenly lay back and pressed down Xia Xiu's arm.

At this moment, the situation became awkward. The girl turned her head and looked at Xia Xiu's hand holding her mobile phone, with a look of confusion on her smiling face.

Xia Xiu smiled and let go of his hand. If this kind of thing is discovered, the girl will most likely think you are disgusting and despicable. After all, it is just touching someone else's things without consent. If it is more serious, the girl may define it as theft.

But Fan Yan is a bit silly, so there's nothing to worry about.