Not important to me
The shadows are never far away.
Song Yao held onto the ground and tried to get up, but the dull pain that came late trapped her in place.
Her father's sad face, her mother's downcast eyes, her brother's innocent questions, and the tiny voices that faintly echoed in her mind pushed her into the quagmire again and again.
The atmosphere at home was depressing and cautious. Song Yao spoke less and less, and she became more and more silent.
Her once slender figure became thin, and even the most demanding dance teacher advised her to eat more.
The beauty of dance lies in posture and grace.
The teacher's words were tactful, but Song Yao understood them.
She held a bowl of white rice and swallowed it in big mouthfuls. Her throat was choked and she felt like vomiting. Her chest felt like it was going to explode. She swallowed mechanically and desperately, tirelessly.
Song Yao was very calm.
She went to and from get out of class calmly, and practiced dancing calmly. It seemed that she had started a new life after leaving that school.
But only Song Yao herself knew that the thorn that had penetrated deep into her flesh had never been removed.
Many late nights, she wanted to ask why.
Why can he still live such a glamorous life?
Why can he condemn her from such a high position?
Why is everything her fault?
Why? Why? Why?
She is unwilling to accept it!
She was unwilling to let the thing she loved most be overshadowed by a cloud.
She was unwilling to be aware of the constant presence of another person every time she danced.
Song Yao struggled to stand up and limped to find the girl, facing the girl who led the bullying, Feng Yaxuan.
But what she didn't expect was that Zhang Chao blocked the door the next day after she went to look for him.
A group of homeless hooligans lingered around her like ghosts.
In dance studios, schools, and residential areas, you can see young people smoking and looking idle and idling everywhere.
When the police arrived, the gangsters scattered.
When the police left, they emerged like mushrooms from countless streets and alleys.
Song Yao walked through the gap with her head down, listening to the dirty words coming from behind her.
That was said on purpose for her to hear, Song Yao knew it.
She could cover her ears to block out the sounds, but the other people in the Song family and the neighbors couldn't.
Mother Song received complaints more than once, all of which implied that her daughter had a bad character and had provoked a group of little hooligans.
Mother Song and Father Song apologized with a smile and sent the neighbor away.
Turning around, I saw Song Yao sitting by the window with her eyes downcast, hugging her knees, staring blankly out the window, no longer having the spirit she once had.
As Song's father looked at her, he suddenly took out Song Yao's dance costume from the house and threw it in front of Song Yao despite Song's mother's obstruction.
"Look at you!"
"That's not the end, is it?"
He picked up a pair of scissors and fiercely cut a huge hole in the blue dance costume. "I'll let you go! I'll let you go!"
The torn clothes stung Song Yao's eyes. She rushed over, her knees making a dull sound on the floor, but Song Yao didn't care about anything.
"Dad, I'm not going, I'm not going." She tried her best to stop him, holding the torn clothes tightly in her arms, and she didn't even know when the scissors hurt her hand.
The red color was winding, and Father Song subconsciously loosened his grip, and the scissors fell to the ground.
Song Yao sat on the ground, holding her blue dance costume, which was torn with several large holes and dotted with bloodstains, and muttered to herself, "I'm not going. I'm never going again, Dad."
Seeing his daughter's miserable appearance, Mr. Song felt a pang of sadness in his nose and tears in his eyes.
Mother Song squatted down and wanted to hug her daughter, but Father Song grabbed her.
Hardening his heart, he looked at Song Yao and said sternly, "From now on, you must study hard in school, go to dance practice after class, and don't go anywhere else."
"Yaoyao, it's okay. Everyone will forget about it after a while." Mother Song patted Song Yao's head and smoothed her hair like she did when she was a child. "It will all pass."
Song Yao sat quietly, holding the clothes in her hands tightly, without moving.
"Mom will get you a glass of water." Mother Song couldn't hold back her emotions and ran out of the room with her hands covering her face. She leaned against the door, not even daring to sob.
She didn't understand what her good daughter had done wrong to become like this.
"Sister," Song Chi poked his little head in from the crack in the door, "Do you want a Band-Aid?"
Seeing that his sister didn't say anything, Song Chi touched the back of his head and took a glass of milk and gently placed it in front of Song Yao.
He stretched his head out and offered it, "Sister, I told my classmates that I have a sister who is a great dancer. The trophies she won when she was a child could fill up an entire cabinet."
He spread his arms and gestured exaggeratedly, "They all envy me."
"Sister," Song Chi asked cautiously, "Can I bring a small trophy over for them to see?"
"I promise, I won't break it. If I do, you can spank me and I won't cry." He raised his hand confidently.
Song Yao's gaze fell on the brown wooden cabinet, which was filled with various trophies.
The sun shines through the window, and the words "Song Yao" engraved with gold powder reflect a dazzling light.
How long has it been?
It had been so long that she almost forgot that she was once a celebrity.
She also shone on the stage.
She was once not who she is now.
"Xiao Chi," Song Yao said, her voice hoarse, "Can you please go out first?"
Song Chi stood on tiptoe and closed the door quietly. He turned around and met the eager gazes of Song's mother and Song's father who pretended to be indifferent.
He made an "OK" sign with his fingers.
Seeing this, Mother Song finally breathed a sigh of relief and clasped her hands together to pray to the unknown gods from afar.
Mr. Song, who was sitting on the sofa, pricked up his ears and leaned his body unconsciously, trying to eavesdrop on the movement inside the door.
Snap, Snap——
Big drops of tears fell, dyeing large areas of dark blue.
Song Yao wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes fiercely, as if she was cutting out the thorny piece of flesh along with the skin and flesh.
So, what kind of person is Li Liang?
"He is a coward with a bad heart who wears a mask all year round," said Song Yao.
"What's so bad about that? What's a mask?" He Feipeng was stunned. "He's vicious, vile, and inhumane."
"He's not even worthy of being a man!" he cursed angrily.
Jiang Qing's burning anger was stifled by his words.
"Brother He Feipeng, who thinks he is a man, can you please move away? You stepped on my foot." She said expressionlessly.
"Ah? Oh, sister, I'm sorry, sorry," He Feipeng hurriedly raised his foot, "I was so excited that I didn't pay attention."
Jiang Qing looked at the huge black footprints on her white shoes and just wanted to roll her eyes at them.
Song Yao watched the interaction between the two and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips.
Jiang Qing: "Since you don't provoke him anymore, then what happened last time in the alley..."
Song Yao held the cup of water in her hand and took a small sip to moisten her throat.
"Because I encountered the side of him that he hides and cannot show to others."
Her gaze moved to the window. The blue sky was clear and bright, and Song Yao seemed to have returned to that day.
"Li Liang was smoking a cigarette and talking to another boy. I was far away, so I could only vaguely hear him encouraging the boy named Qin Yuan to cause more trouble for a certain girl. He said that it was only natural to pay back a debt."
Song Yao turned her head and said, "There's nothing more to say. He discovered me."
Jiang Qing frowned and thought, girl, debt, Qin Yuan...
Qin Yuan...why does it sound so similar...
"Qingyun!" Jiang Qing suddenly realized, "It's not Qin Yuan, it's Qingyun, right? Li Qingyun."
"Li Liang knows Li Qingyun. They have known each other since childhood. Jiang Qing owes Li Qingyun money, so the boy you met is Li Qingyun. This makes everything make sense."
Although Song Yao didn't know what Jiang Qing was talking about, she nodded and said, "Maybe it was Qingyun. I heard it wrong."
Jiang Qing was very sure that it must be Li Qingyun and could not be anyone else.
"Li Qingyun?" He Feipeng asked in confusion, "Why does this name sound so familiar?"
Jiang Qing suddenly looked at him, her eyes burning, "Do you know him?"
He Feipeng was startled by the two big eyes his sister turned around with. His heart was beating wildly. He stammered, "It...sounds a little familiar."
Seeing Jiang Qing looking at him expectantly, He Feipeng couldn't help but say, "Sister, it's useless even if you keep staring at me. I can't remember it for a while."
"When you remember it, remember to tell me," Jiang Qing glared at him in frustration. "If you have nothing else to do, just use your brain and think about it more."
"Of course, sister, leave it to me." He Feipeng patted his chest, "Even if I don't know him, I can definitely find out for you."
"No, please don't!" Jiang Qing quickly stopped him.
Just kidding, that's a reserve murderer.
"Just think about it carefully, as detailed as you can, and don't have any contact with him. Do you understand?"
He Feipeng looked at Jiang Qing's suddenly serious expression and knew she was serious, so he also became serious, "I heard it."
Song Yao asked curiously, "Is Li Qingyun important to you?"
"It's not important to me." Jiang Qing said.
But it is very important to another Jiang Qing.
"Your most important task now is to throw away all those random thoughts and take good care of yourself." She stood up and tucked the quilt for Song Yao. "When will your parents come?"
Song Yao nodded and shook her head, "I'm fine now. I've already troubled you a lot today. I'll wait here by myself."
"How can that be? You're a patient," Jiang Qing disagreed. "We don't have anything to worry about anyway, right?"
"Ah?" He Feipeng came back to his senses, "Yes, it's okay."
Jiang Qing was silent. This reaction didn't seem to indicate that everything was alright.
"Why don't you go first, I'll just stay here," she said.
He Feipeng was about to say something when Song Yao interrupted him.
"I want to go to bed. I can't sleep with you guys here," she lay down and pulled the quilt higher. "My parents should be here for a while."
Jiang Qing: ...
"Okay, I'll come see you tomorrow. Call me if you need anything."
She quickly tore off a piece of white paper and wrote down her number.
He Feipeng reached out to ask for one, "Sister, can I have one too?"
Jiang Qing: "...Here you go."
He Feipeng stuffed the note into his pocket.
Seeing Song Yao close her eyes, Jiang Qing and He Feipeng left the ward.
"Sister, are we just going to let the Song Yao matter go like this?" He Feipeng asked in disbelief.
Last time, Jiang Qing suggested punishing Pan Xinfa, but now she is silent. This is really inconsistent with the image of his sister in his eyes.
Jiang Qing sneered, "What do you mean by that? Are you thinking Song Yao is easy to bully?"
He Feipeng gave a thumbs up, "Then..."
Jiang Qing raised her eyebrows, "You'll know later."
She patted He Feipeng, checked the time on her phone, and ran away quickly. "I have something else to do. I'll leave first."
"Hey, sister..." Before she could finish her sentence, the person disappeared.
He Feipeng said to himself: "Didn't you say it was okay?"
Is it okay if your butt is on fire?
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