"She didn't react much at the time. She just said, 'You should focus on your studies,' and then she left.
Once the affection was broken, it became uncontrollable. From then on, I wrote love letters to her every day. When my left hand hurt, I switched to my right hand. When my right hand was tired, I switched to my left hand. At that time, my thoughts were actually quite simple. I had a heart that wanted to do good for her. It was very pure and innocent. After all, sincerity can move mountains and open up new horizons. I have always believed in this.
But I hadn't grown up yet at that time, and my skin was dark, I was poor, and I dressed in a rustic way, so it was normal that no one liked me.
But everyone has a desire to make progress. In order to make her like me, I exercised and played basketball every day. I was determined to grow taller. I didn't even go out to bask in the sun in the middle of the day. Later, I really became whiter and my facial features became more delicate. Then she nodded and agreed to be with me.
Although that woman was arrogant, she was still very caring. Whenever she saw kittens and puppies on the street, she would happily pull me to feed them. She loved ice cream, but knew I had no money, so she only let me buy one each time and we would eat it together. At that time, I felt that this kind of woman was especially suitable for me, suitable for living with, and frugal, how great.
But I am a bit of a male chauvinist. She said she likes to eat steak, but every time I take her out to eat, it is always to a fast food restaurant. I think as a man, I should satisfy her little wishes.
So I gritted my teeth and got a job helping out at a high-end restaurant nearby, earning 80 yuan a day, just to save enough money to take her out for steaks for a month and give her some small gifts.
About two months later, by chance, she brought a man to a restaurant for dinner. The man wore a gold watch and branded clothes. At first glance, he was a rich second-generation. I had been helping in the kitchen and had no time to go up and talk to them. I only had time to follow them out when they were about to leave. Then do you know what I saw?
I saw that man and that woman kissing in the car, so sweet and affectionate. You know, when I'm with her, I'm so nervous even holding hands. But the man kept kissing her, and she didn't stop him. Instead, she actively responded to him. I was stunned. Why? Are women so cheap? Are they always looking for more?
I lost my temper, went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and rushed out. The man didn't recognize me, and when he saw me with a knife, he was so scared he thought I was a murderer and quickly locked the car door. Then the woman who had been so disgusted just now also panicked and said she wanted to break up with me. I thought, break up? Break up, how can we not break up after it's come to this? But when the man saw that I was her official boyfriend, he started to show off. I guess because the car window was closed and I couldn't reach the knife, he even provoked me by saying, "She's your girlfriend, so what? How can a student who hasn't even grown all his hair know how to please a woman?" In the end, he just drove away.
"But that man obviously underestimated my patience. Who am I? When someone in the orphanage tried to steal my chicken legs, I chased him for two miles barefoot, let alone this son of a bitch.
They saw me chasing them, so they started and stopped like a cat playing with a mouse. I simply threw away my knife and ran after the car. But how could a person outrun a car? In the end, I couldn't catch up. But I knew where they were going, so I turned around and went to wait downstairs of the woman's house. While waiting, I was thinking, maybe people without money will always have to chase after the rich people's cars? Poor people don't deserve anything, anything!
He doesn't even have a bicycle!
The only scenery he could appreciate was departure and poverty, and he could not decide anything.
Oh, no, he can also decide one thing, he can fight with all his might, risking his life.
I remember it was raining at that time. I didn't find a place to hide from the rain. I found a wooden stick nearby and stood downstairs of her house waiting. As a result, they really came back. They were quite surprised. The woman's face turned pale at that time. She protected the man and told me not to do anything rash. The bastard probably thought it was too embarrassing to run away, so he picked up a stick from the side and wanted to fight me one-on-one. In fact, I tasted the sweetness of having a hard fist after the last fight, so I have been exercising in the dormitory. He bit my hand when his stick fell, but I didn't care about the pain at all. I just hit his hand, one after another, like crazy.
His arm was broken and he fell to the ground screaming. I stepped on his face without moving my legs. Then the woman lay beside me crying and hitting me, and then scolded me, calling me an idiot. She said exactly the same thing as the first time she spoke to me, except that the scene had changed and people's hearts had changed. It was very dramatic.
But I thought it was funny, so I laughed, and then you know, I was pretty perverted and broke the woman's hand as well.
Then, watching the two of them rolling on the ground in pain, I felt that the drama was finally complete, at least neat and tidy.
It was also because of this that I swore from that time on that anyone who messed with me, no matter if it was a man or a woman, would have to suffer the consequences, otherwise I would feel very uncomfortable, because memories always come flooding back when you are old, and they are sad and painful, so I don’t want to have any regrets.
Later, that woman reported me to the school, and I was expelled. However, it was a coincidence that the money I earned at the restaurant in more than two months was just enough to pay for the two people's medical expenses. After that, I thought about it and realized that life is a play. God has arranged my debut and ending for me. Everything is so coincidental. I dropped out of school for a year and secretly worked outside. The dean found out and came to the city to find me. He was not angry or disappointed. He just patted me on the shoulder and took me to eat a bowl of wonton and told me to continue studying. I said I didn't want to study anymore. He didn't rush at the time. He joked that if I didn't want to study, I could pursue art and become a director. In the future, I could make a short film for the orphanage and maybe attract a lot of donations from caring people. That would be a way to repay him. But what he didn't know was that I actually took note of it and applied to another high school in the city to study art... Well, as for what happened next, you know it's nothing more than passing the exam and becoming a director. How about it? Don't you think it's quite funny after listening to it once? Hey, why are you crying? "
Xiao Yuqin really cried after hearing this, but she didn't cry like the first love who had her hand broken by Qin Sheng. She just bit her lips and her eyes were red, and didn't cry out loud. When Qin Sheng found her, she slipped into the quilt and hid.
Qin Sheng laughed heartily, lifted a corner of the quilt, looked into Xiao Yuqin's tearful eyes, and said with a smile,
"Moved? No way, when I think back on it, it feels like I've read a wonderful novel. Why are you crying?"
"Woo, don't look at me..." Xiao Yuqin sobbed and tried to pull the quilt again.
"Stop crying, your nose is about to bubble up from crying."
Xiao Yuqin was stunned for a moment, wiped the tip of her nose, and cried even harder, "Wu...you lied to me, you big liar, there are no snot bubbles at all."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Qin Sheng smiled and rubbed her into his arms, whispering in her ear, "It's okay, even if it bubbles up, it's still beautiful, I don't mind."
Slowly, Xiao Yuqin also hugged Qin Sheng's waist. She hugged him very tightly, and his chest felt smooth. Qin Sheng looked down and found that this girl was rubbing her nose carefully on his chest to wipe her snot.
Qin Sheng laughed at that moment and said in a feigned nasty tone, "Hey, Ms. Xiao, do you want to experience the feeling of having your hand severed, too?"
"Oh, I don't dare... I'm afraid of the pain..." Xiao Yuqin burst into laughter, but still rubbed it honestly...
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