Where's my sister going?

Zhou Qianling returned home, hung her scarf in the closet and began preparing for class.

She couldn't explain to Wu Meilai: she didn't dare to continue with her because she was afraid that her life and work would be affected.

She didn't dare say: they could only hide like rats in the gutter.

These should have been considered before provoking her.

The scratch on the pen tip became deeper and deeper until a hole was made, and only then did Zhou Qianling come back to his senses.

I was distracted again.

She got up and went to the balcony to get some fresh air.

Why have I become such a coward?

She thought that after leaving the small mountain village, she would also leave behind the outdated ideas that were corroding her, but she did not expect that the seeds of decay were brought out with her and grew wildly.

I took out my cell phone and it was already one in the morning.

Zhou Qianling hesitated for a few seconds, but still dialed Jiang Chunmei's number.

The phone rang three times before it was connected, which was unusual.

"Qianling, what happened?"

The voice on the phone was a little nasal, and although his breathing was intentionally slowed down, it was still heavy.

"Are you busy?"

"No, huh, no."

After a moment of silence, Zhou Qianling said, "You should have a good rest."

"Wait a minute, I'll come find you, ah!"

Zhou Qianling felt a little embarrassed when he heard her call "Sister Wang" in a low voice.

Sister Wang is indeed at her age, full of vigor and vitality... It seems like every time she calls...

"It's okay, just... take care of yourself."

Zhou Qianling hung up the call. There was nothing special about him looking for her. He probably just wanted to talk about her psychological journey from homophobia to accepting her own homosexuality.

When it comes to their sexual orientation, they are completely opposite.

When she returned to school after a month of recuperation, Jiang Chunmei, who was a grade below her, started running around her. She felt annoyed, but out of politeness she agreed to eat and go to and from school with her.

Junior high school was a time of budding hormones, and their closeness, along with Jiang Chunmei's short hair, led their classmates to speculate that they were lesbians. His own actions were the best evidence.

Zhou Qianling didn't care about it, as she did like girls. But Jiang Chunmei obviously cared about it, so she gradually distanced herself from him.

Then during a break, she heard a conversation between several girls in the restroom:

Girl: "Are you and Zhou Qianling really not lesbians?"

…

Girl: "She likes girls, she admitted it herself."

Jiang Chunmei: "I don't know, I'm not."

Girl: "But you often eat together and walk together after school."

After a moment of silence, Jiang Chunmei whispered, "She's too... I don't want to go with her."

Courage doesn't come from cutting your hair. Zhou Qianling pushed open the cubicle door and walked past a few people, only to see the cowering short-haired girl staring at him with wide eyes.

She could have waited until they left before coming out, but she deliberately let Jiang Chunmei know that she had heard it.

Zhou Qianling didn't want to make her feel ashamed, she just hoped that the other party would stay away from her completely.

She didn't know when it started, but she got tired of giving these people meaningless smiles and hated chatting with them about boring topics. In comparison, she preferred to sit on the rooftop and stare at the sky.

Zhou Qianling gazed at the lights of countless homes, leaning against the fence and thinking: Which one is that? Is it disgusting?

"I'm disgusting. I'm sorry. I'm disgusting."

Jiang Chunmei hung upside down on a bracket with her legs folded, the longest tips of her hair brushing the floor as she swayed.

Sister Wang sat cross-legged on a chair beside her. She narrowed her eyes when she heard the words, stood up, took a candle, walked to the candle holder, and leaned over.

"Wrong again, do twenty more."

"ah!"

Jiang Chunmei's face had turned red due to the blood flowing back, and her brain was in a mess. She obediently started counting again after hearing the order.

She exerted force with her whole body, her waist, abdomen and leg muscles bulged, her chest/breasts were also in a tense state, and she did sit-ups in a vertical inverted position.

"I'm not sick." After finishing one, Jiang Chunmei let out a long breath.

Wang Xiaoli said calmly, "Who wouldn't be disgusted?"

"I'm not disgusted."

"name."

"Jiang Chunmei is not disgusting."

"Very good, continue."

…

Zhou Qianling couldn't remember when Jiang Chunmei stopped caring about people saying she was a lesbian, but she knew it would take time.

She thought that she also needed time to strangle the cowardice that was clinging to her.

After the afternoon class ended, she put away her textbooks in an unusually quick manner and joined the crowd of people scrambling for food.

She hid herself in the crowd and followed the flow into the street.

Wu Meilai's business was not good today, and not many students stopped by Yu Guangli.

Amidst the clamor, someone seemed to complain, "Where's the mutton noodles again?"

Zhou Qianling was stunned. He looked back at the intersection and searched both sides of the street, but did not see any familiar stalls.

She didn’t set up a stall today?

In fact, Wu Mei didn’t come on the second day, the day after that...

Zhou Qianling felt a little uneasy and wandered around the house for a long time. Finally, he couldn't bear the worry and went out.

Standing downstairs of the apartment building, looking up, 401 was pitch black.

Terms like homicide and dismemberment come to mind again.

Zhou Qianling shook his head to suppress the thought of scaring himself.

Maybe he moved his stall to a new location, or maybe he was sick or sleeping.

Unable to feel at ease, she went around to the property front desk.

"Hello, I'm a friend of the resident in Room 401, Building 19. I haven't been able to contact her for a few days. Could you please check on her for me?"

The woman looked at Zhou Qianling for a while, as if trying to determine the truth in his words. Then, after typing something on the computer, she let out an "ah".

"She moved out this afternoon and didn't even ask for the deposit."

Zhou Qianling was stunned. "Did she tell me where she was going?"

"No."

Ten minutes later, Zhou Qianling came out.

All of Wu Meilai’s contact information has been deleted by Zhou Fang, and they have no mutual friends.

Zhou Qianling picked up a green leaf and crushed it. The crackling sound of it folding showed her anxiety.

The uneasiness did not disappear, but became more and more intense with each step of speculation.

Where would Wu Meilai go? Did she go home, or did she think that she was playing tricks on her and was upset?

Would the train back to Qianzhou be in trouble? She had never been out of the province before, so would she get off at the wrong station?

Some platforms don't have guardrails, so she won't be blown onto the tracks by the wind.

The more Zhou Qianling thought about it, the more he felt that Wu Meilai was surrounded by dangers, so he stopped a taxi and told her the name of the nearest train station.

Like a headless fly, she searched wherever Wu Meilai might appear.

Seeing her anxiousness, the elder sister asked, "What time is the train?"

Zhou Qianling shook his head, "Looking for someone."

The older sister was enthusiastic and asked, "How do you find it when the station is so big? Have you contacted that person?"

"No, I deleted her."

"Oh, have you deleted the friend information you added before?" the elder sister asked casually.

Zhou Qianling suddenly looked at her.

The taxi stopped and drove away.

Zhou Qianling stood on the side of the road, looked up the previous friend adding messages, copied the WeChat ID and searched.

At this moment, she couldn't think of the difference between the two, and just asked: Please pass.

Ten seconds later, she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and then sent a verification message: "Where are you now?"

Another ten seconds passed, and she sent the next message without stopping, as if Wu Mei would encounter an accident if she arrived a second later.

Just when she had sent more than ten messages and received no response and was thinking about reporting the person missing, the other party finally accepted her friend request.

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