"Later, by chance, I came to my current tea factory. The factory director and the owner are both kind people. They don't mind my disability and let me live here."
Yan Zheng listened to her story quietly, feeling quite emotional. It really takes a lot of effort for a person with mobility problems to survive in this society.
"I will never forget the kindness my boss has shown me." Yi Xianglu continued to speak, but her tone suddenly became a little strange, as if she was talking to herself.
Yan Zheng frowned slightly, and some indescribable feelings surged in his heart. Before he could figure out why he had such emotions, Yi Xianglu's hands on his legs suddenly grabbed his pants, and his lips turned pale as if the blood had been sucked out of them.
As she grasped, a small section of her ankle, which was originally tightly covered by trousers, was exposed, revealing the shiny metal bones, but she quickly pulled up the trouser legs to cover it again.
Yan Zheng widened his eyes in surprise and stared blankly at the foot, his brain seemed to have crashed.
It turns out that Yi Xianglu was not lame, but had her limbs amputated!
Yi Xianglu looked at his shocked face and pulled the corners of her mouth into a stiff smile: "Sorry, did I scare you just now?"
Yan Zheng came back to his senses and slowly shook his head, feeling somewhat guilty and saying, "I should be the one to say sorry. I was really rude just now."
"You don't have to sympathize with me. I earn money to support myself just like everyone else, so please don't look at me like that." Yi Xianglu said unhappily.
Yan Zheng's cheeks felt hot after hearing what she said, and he apologized again, "Sorry!"
"Yan Zheng, you've really changed a lot." Yi Xianglu's eyes became complicated. "You used to be like a proud peacock, looking down on everything, but now you've become so cautious."
Yan Zheng paused, then gave a wry smile: "We have all grown up, and are no longer the same people we were back then."
Yi Xianglu pursed her lips nervously and asked tentatively, "...Is it because of that incident?"
Yan Zheng's body suddenly stiffened.
"I had just had my limb amputated in the hospital and was living a life worse than death. I just wanted to end this cruel life as soon as possible, but then I saw a news report about No. 7 Middle School on the TV in the ward."
Yi Xianglu smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes, and there was even a hint of bone-chilling coldness in her eyes.
"Do you know how I reacted at that time?" Yi Xianglu looked at Yan Zheng, her eyes like a black vortex, as if to suck people in.
Yan Zheng took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "...Can you please not mention this? I don't want to recall the past."
"Don't mention it?" Yi Xianglu's voice was like a pen scratching white paper, with an uncontrolled sharpness. "Yan Zheng, don't you want to know why we have become like this today?"
"Becoming a broken person who has lost his dreams, lost his life, is haunted by nightmares all the time, and is completely broken?"
Yan Zheng's face turned pale, and he said blankly: "What... do you want to say?"
"The truth, the truth about why you and I have become like this today!" Yi Xianglu suddenly roared out of control, his dark face twisted with hatred.
"The truth? What truth?" Yan Zheng's heart suddenly tightened, feeling like something was about to surface.
Yi Xianglu's gaze traveled through time and space back to that ordinary Friday thirteen years ago that changed her life.
That day, as usual, she hurriedly put on her backpack and ran home as soon as she heard the bell for the end of get out of class, but halfway there she found that she had left her keychain at school.
Her father was working overtime at the factory, which was too far away, so she spent ten minutes going back to the classroom to get the key. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard the voices of Zhang Han and Xia Chun talking outside the classroom.
Yi Xianglu then remembered that they were on duty today, so she came up with an idea and crawled under the table, intending to wait for the two to come in and then scream to scare them.
Zhang Han and Xia Chun stopped walking just as they reached the door, as if they were arguing. Zhang Han growled, "Xia Chun, are you crazy? How could you do this?"
Because of the angle, she couldn't see their expressions. She only heard Xia Chun chuckle and then said, "Are you crazy, or am I crazy? Zhang Han, you have to figure this out."
"It's illegal to do this. I won't go!" Zhang Han put the washed mop in the corner at the back of the classroom and wanted to leave, but was blocked by Xia Chun.
"Zhang Han, you have to think carefully. The other party offered 800,000 yuan." Xia Chun said with a smile, "Your parents can't earn that much even if they run the sewing machines in the factory until they smoke, right?"
"I won't go even if you tell me to. Although I'm a scoundrel, I also know that there are some things I shouldn't do." Zhang Han pushed Xia Chun. "I'm confused. Don't you like Yan Zheng? Why are you doing this?"
Yi Xianglu, who had been hiding under the table, was so frightened that her mind went blank.
Although she didn't know the ins and outs of the whole matter, there was one thing she could confirm, that is, Zhang Han and Xia Chun were planning something that might involve a crime, and it was about Yan Zheng.
She stared blankly at Xia Chun in front of her. In her impression, Xia Chun had always been a student with excellent character and academic performance, and was always kind and gentle to everyone.
She never imagined that the "other people's child" mentioned by such a parent would be so hypocritical and even creepy.
"I like Yan Zheng, but he doesn't like me. Since he doesn't like me, of course I have to destroy him." Xia Chun said with a smile.
Zhang Han looked at her in disbelief and said, "You're really crazy! Yan Zheng is right not to like you."
The smile on Xia Chun's face froze, and her pupils suddenly contracted violently, but the next second she returned to her previous gentle expression: "You went to the hotel with Li Lei from the next class, right?"
"...You...what nonsense are you talking about!" Zhang Han pushed her, her voice a little weak.
"If I tell Teacher Li, do you think you can still go to school?" Xia Chun straightened her wrinkled school uniform.
"Do you think people will believe you if you say so?" Zhang Han slapped her hand away in disgust.
"You won't cry until you see the coffin." Xia Chun sighed helplessly, took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket, pressed a few buttons, and put it in front of Zhang Han.
Almost instantly, Zhang Han snatched the phone and threw it on the ground, then stomped on it until the body was deformed. Only then did he stop, panting.
Xia Chun watched her movements, smiled and shook his head, as if looking at a naughty child: "How childish! I have a lot of photos like this."
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