According to my original plan, if He Juan attacked me, I should have run away immediately, but seeing He Juan's angry expression, I knew that she really cared about her previous appearance and photos, so I suddenly made up my mind and didn't move a step, letting the punch fall on my cheek. I have to say that He Juan's fist is really overbearing, as big as a casserole and as heavy as a hammer. It's like a punch from an adult man, experienced and skilled, not at all like a student.
The key point is that He Juan was not satisfied with just one punch, and threw three punches in a row like a string of cannonballs. I took all three punches, without moving my feet, and stared at He Juan with determination. After throwing three punches, He Juan finally stopped, looked at me in surprise and said, "Why didn't you hide?" Of course, there was more of a "Are you sick?" feeling in her eyes.
Something salty flowed out of the corner of my mouth. I wiped it with the back of my hand nonchalantly, smiled and said, "You are still more beautiful than before. Can you work hard to lose weight and become like that again?" When He Juan heard this, her face twitched suddenly, as if she was suppressing great anger. Finally, she punched me hard and shouted, "What the hell is it to you?!"
The punch hit me right on the nose, which is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. My nose was bleeding, and my head was buzzing. I took several steps back. I shook my head and lowered it to let the blood flow. I said, "You are also very distressed about your current appearance, but you have no motivation to lose weight, right? How about this, I will accompany you to Beiyuan No. 3 Middle School and meet the boy. What's his name? Oh, yes, Su Ze, right? It's a good name. It sounds like the protagonist in a comic..."
Hearing this name, He Juan's face changed again, and she rushed over and punched me hard again. This time she didn't show mercy. After punching me four or five times, she suddenly kicked me to the ground, squatted down and grabbed my collar, and said viciously: "Don't mention the name of that scumbag in front of me!" I panted and continued: "After we find him, see if you still like him. If you like him, then lose weight, chase him again, and impress him with your sincerity; if you don't like him, then lose weight and live a good life. There is no need to ruin yourself for a scumbag."
"Are you fucking sick?!" He Juan yelled angrily, and another round of violent attacks came down, making it almost impossible for me to breathe, and my whole face was numb. This woman's fist was really made of clay pot.
He Juan punched me more than a dozen times, then grabbed my collar and asked fiercely, "Are you going to talk or not?"
I turned my face away and spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground beside me, then stretched out my arm to wipe the blood from my mouth and nose, and asked, "When are you going to come with me to Beiyuan No. 3 Middle School? If you don't go, I'll go alone and bring him to you."
"Fuck!" He Juan yelled angrily, and raised her fist high again, but this time she didn't let it fall. She let go of her hand, stood up, and sneered, "Don't think you can impress me with this method. I'm not as naive as my third and fifth sisters. I can't be fooled by a few words from you. Get out of here as soon as possible, and don't set your sights on me, otherwise I won't let you go so easily next time."
After saying that, she turned and left, leaving me alone on the cold concrete floor. I sat up and watched her open the anti-theft unit door and disappear into the door. I sat for a while before slowly standing up and leaving.
Because she was in a bad mood, He Juan ate three bowls of rice at dinner. This was always her way of relieving anger and pain, as if all the unhappiness was digested in her stomach along with the food. She ate the food in big mouthfuls and swallowed it fiercely.
"What's wrong with you?" Mom couldn't stand it any longer: "Just eat until you're full, why do you have to eat so much?"
"I'm not full, not full!" He Juan yelled, and filled another bowl of rice and stuffed it into her mouth desperately.
"Child, stop eating!" Mom came over and pulled He Juan's arm, "If you keep eating, you'll get even fatter!"
"What's wrong with being fat? Isn't it good to be a little fat?" He Juan yelled, still shoving rice into her mouth. When her stomach was so full that she couldn't swallow any more, she slammed the bowl on the table, turned around and ran back to her bedroom, slammed the door, and fell heavily on her bed. Her tears slowly soaked the pillowcase...
After crying for a while, He Juan reached under the pillow and took out a one-inch small photo. The boy in the photo was tough and handsome, with a warm smile. "Su Ze..." He Juan put the photo on her chest with tears in her eyes. The past scenes reappeared in her mind...
That spring, the sky was filled with soft catkins, like snow that would never melt. She and Su Ze carried the chairs they had moved from the teacher's office to the northwest corner of the campus, where a row of blackboards stood. This week it was their class's turn to fill in the content of one of the blackboards. The other classes had already finished, and they were the last to come out, so the task was a bit tight. The two little guys worked overtime, chatting and writing at the same time. When one got tired, the other would fill in. The two of them took turns like this, depicting this beautiful little world with their childish handwriting.
Of course, in general, Su Ze wrote more. His handwriting was really beautiful. He could write beautiful blackboards at such a young age. He Juan stood aside, looking up at the boy she had liked for a long time. His handsome profile, serious eyes, the sun shining on his face, the soft white catkins falling on his head and shoulders, even his eyelashes looked so charming. How could God be so good to a person? He Juan couldn't help thinking about this question.
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