Chapter 1934 I am not
She said dryly to her mother who was wearing a low-quality hearing aid,
"I'm not gay."
Her mother's face was covered with tears and wrinkles of sorrow. She didn't hear her voice clearly, so she asked again,
"What did you say?"
She raised her voice, cutting through all the noise, and repeated numbly,
"I'm not gay."
Everything became quiet.
She didn't dare look back, but she could feel the girl's gaze from the corner of her eye.
What kind of look is that?
Perhaps he was so confused and helpless that he almost thought he was hallucinating.
So many noisy accusations, so many contemptuous looks, and the malicious ridicule and disgust from her classmates were unable to reveal any weakness in her.
Even when she was slapped hard by her hysterical mother, she did not show any expression of pain. However, these six dry words seemed to form an extremely sharp knife, which easily and cruelly broke through her always gentle and calm but unyielding defense, stabbed her all over with blood, and made her look confused and painful.
Her mother, who finally heard what she said, finally smiled, a smile with tears in her eyes, as if she was extremely relieved, and even nodded repeatedly.
In contrast are the girl's parents.
They forced the girl to lower her head. Her father even kicked her in the knee in front of everyone and made her kneel down, lower her head, and admit that she was not a lesbian.
But she always kept her back straight.
She was such a gentle and non-aggressive good girl, but in such a situation she refused to give in or apologize.
But after that confused and questioning look, she never turned around to look at her again.
She was quickly dragged out of the office by her teacher and mother, leaving the space to the family with "bigger problems."
My last impression of that night was the girl kneeling under the light, not looking back, looking extremely disheveled but with her back always straight.
That figure took root in her brain like a knife, and every time she thought of it, her heart would be scraped and bleeding.
Quiet and excruciatingly painful.
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In order to avoid the spotlight, she took a leave of absence for the rest of the semester.
As the long semester passed, she went out less often, and I never saw her again.
I only found out once when I asked the teacher about homework on the phone that the girl had also dropped out of school and would transfer to another school and leave the city next semester.
After hanging up the phone, she felt that this was the best solution.
Neither of them can ruin each other's life.
Especially her.
She is beautiful, has good grades, and has just passed the tenth level of piano. She should have a very bright and beautiful future. She is different from people like her who live in the swamp.
She said this to herself over and over again, telling herself over and over again that this was the best way.
So when she saw her again two months later, she didn't open the door and take her into a warmer room, nor did she even open the windows and lights.
She didn't respond.
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That was around winter break.
The students who are studying have been on vacation for several days, and it is the coldest time before the Spring Festival.
When she was drowsy in the evening, there was a rhythmic knock on the door downstairs. In a trance, she heard the sound of her mother slowly walking over to open the door, and then a clear and low female voice sounded.
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