"Don't you hate me?"
The violence finally stopped, and the girl finally kicked Zhou Qianling.
"Don't let me run into you again, or I'll beat you up every time I see you."
Zhou Qianling stood up and asked with a smile, "When are you willing to end this?"
Several people were stunned. Zhou Qianling's hair was frizzy and his clothes were messy, but he was still smiling like a spring breeze.
It seemed as if they were mocking the harm they had done to themselves - nothing more than that!
The girl felt as if she had punched cotton. Rage welled up in her heart, and she cursed with malice, "Wait until you die!"
Yeah……
School had already ended, and there was no evening study today, Friday. Zhou Qianling pulled Jiang Chunmei up, patted the dirt off her clothes, and said with a smile, "I'll treat you to dinner."
Jiang Chunmei howled when she was slapped. She couldn't believe what he said and asked, "Don't you hate me?"
Shaking his head, "I don't hate it."
Jiang Chunmei cried even louder. Zhou Qianling was simply the kind-hearted and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved people from danger.
The two of them tidied up their clothes, and Zhou Qianling used his scholarship to treat her to a beef hotpot. During the meal, Jiang Chunmei talked about her family situation, and how her family relied on her grandparents' pensions and subsistence allowances to survive.
So when they parted ways, Zhou Qianling gave her the remaining scholarship, gently touched her head, and encouraged her: "You must be braver in the future."
"Yeah!" Jiang Chunmei stared at her back until she could no longer see him, then she sniffed and went home. Thinking of Zhou Qianling's words, she wiped away her tears and said, "Don't cry."
After Jiang Chunmei got home, she said "I fell on the road" without waiting for her grandmother to ask, and then ran into the bedroom.
She took out the red envelope Zhou Qianling had given her and placed it against her chest, feeling the warmth. She rolled around on the bed in delight for a few rounds, then suddenly hit something and felt a pain in her waist, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Look at you, how did you fall like this again? It's been two years since you were injured."
Grandma Jiang applied safflower oil to her while muttering to her.
"Grandma and Grandpa are useless. They are too old to help you." Grandma sighed, "You have to learn to protect yourself."
What do you mean she fell? How could she not know that she was bullied by bad kids?
I originally thought that the fights between children would just pass, but I didn't expect that a grown-up girl in high school would be bullied.
Her granddaughter has been introverted and soft-hearted since she was a child. How can she feel at ease when her two elder parents pass away at the age of 100 and there is not even a relative to help them?
"Last month, a boxing gym opened on xx Road. Let's go and learn. I saw the daughter of Xiao Zhang next door learn for a few days, and now her voice is much louder."
Jiang Chunmei lay on the pillow obediently, blinked her eyes, and finally refused: "I still have classes to go to. Studying is the most important thing now."
Grandma Jiang wiped her hands, pulled her clothes into place, stroked her short hair and said kindly, "If you're worried about tuition, I can still afford it."
"Whenever you want to learn, tell grandma."
The bedroom door was gently closed with a slight click.
Jiang Chunmei turned over, took out the red envelope and touched it again, imagining herself standing in front of Zhou Qianling in the bathroom like a heroic woman, and beating several girls to the ground in a few strokes.
He stared at the ceiling and grinned twice.
Then she pouted again, thinking that she was just asking them to beat her up more.
Jiang Chunmei started rolling around again in frustration, and sat up after a few minutes.
Eh? It doesn't hurt anymore.
——
The sound of street sweeping was heard downstairs, and Jiang Chunmei opened her eyes immediately.
Ran down the stairs.
Grandma Jiang was steaming buns. When she heard the sound, she took one out and said, "Are you hungry? Just have one for now."
Jiang Chunmei stepped hurriedly on the spot, "Grandma, Grandma, safflower oil."
"In the first cabinet next to my bed... Ouch, slow down."
With a bang, the door was pulled closed.
Jiang Chunmei trotted to the carport, got on her bicycle, and with a ding, she and her bicycle were already on the road.
Jiang Chunmei knew where Zhou Qianling's home was, a few kilometers away.
There was not much traffic on Saturday morning. Twenty minutes later, the bicycle came to a sudden stop in front of a small detached house.
Glancing at her watch, it was not yet six o'clock. Jiang Chunmei stared at the quiet house, got out of the car, covered her hands, and sat on the steps of her house, ignoring the strange looks from passers-by.
Time went on and on until ten o'clock. Jiang Chunmei stood up and stamped her feet.
Why do Aunt Zhou and the others also sleep in?
After hesitating for a moment, she knocked on the door hesitantly.
No one answered.
"Little sister, are you looking for an adult or a child in her family?"
Jiang Chunmei turned around and saw the owner of the house across the street. "The adults in this house rarely go home. The children are probably in cram school."
"Oh, thank you, Auntie."
Jiang Chunmei knocked on the door twice again.
"Qianling."
Still no one responded, so she got on her bike regretfully, then got off again after a little thought.
She arrived at six o'clock, so she wouldn't go to cram school that early.
She felt that Zhou Qianling was just sleeping in.
Her eyes searched around until they locked onto the peach tree next to the small window on the second floor. Jiang Chunmei giggled and climbed up using both hands and feet. The branch was still two arm's widths away from the window, so she couldn't get through, but she could see an open window and the fluttering pink curtains.
Seeing that it was Zhou Qianling's bedroom, she was overjoyed and shouted, "Qianling, I'm here to bring you medicine."
The curtains fluttered.
She raised her voice: "Qianling, don't sleep anymore, open the door for me."
"Qianling, Qianling, Qianling~"
A gust of wind blew and a corner of the curtain was lifted.
“Qianling!!!”
Jiang Chunmei's eyes widened, her arms went weak and she fell down without holding onto the tree trunk.
"Qianling! Help! Help!!"
Jiang Chunmei ignored her dislocated arm and stumbled across the street, knocking frantically on the door, "Auntie! Help! Auntie! Ahhhh!"
The neighbors opened their doors and came out.
"Don't be anxious, sister. Tell me slowly. What happened?"
"Blood, it's all blood, ahhhh, save her, ahhhh!"
The crowd suddenly became noisy, some calling for an ambulance, some calling for the police...
"Where's the blood? Don't cry and tell me slowly."
"There, Qianling, your hands, the ground is covered in blood..."
Diwu——Dingwu——
The door was violently demolished and Jiang Chunmei was stopped at the bottom. When she saw the pale-faced, eye-closed person on the stretcher, she couldn't help crying and rushed forward. She was caught in time and pulled into the police car.
The image of the white flesh on her wrist turning outward is a shadow that she will never forget in her life.
The safflower oil fell somewhere unknown. Jiang Chunmei was stunned in the police car for a long time, and suddenly she held her head and screamed.
If I could have knocked them down, if I could have protected her, this wouldn't have happened.
It’s all because of me…
The curtains fluttered, occasionally revealing the peach blossoms in full bloom outside the window.
Zhou Qianling was so engrossed in watching that no one knew what he was thinking.
The phone rang, and she came back to her senses, answering it with a chuckle.
"Happy summer vacation." Jiang Chunmei smiled brightly, like a... silly golden retriever.
Zhou Qianling leaned lazily against the headboard, looked at her row of big white teeth, and smiled: "Why do you have a gold tooth?"
Hearing this, Jiang Chunmei grinned at the screen and put her big gold teeth close to the camera, obviously admiring herself.
"This one, Sister Wang asked me to put it in. She said, well, a missing tooth would scratch my tongue."
"Ah, she called me, remember to be happy~ I'll hang up first."
“There’s actually something I haven’t…”
The call was disconnected.
Zhou Qianling looked at the more than ten seconds of footage, and felt a sense of...melancholy as if he had forgotten his mother after getting a wife.
There was a knock on the door. Judging from the frequency and loudness, it was undoubtedly Wu Mei. She stood up to open it, but saw that the other person's eyes were slightly red, and she hugged her tightly without saying a word.
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