Chapter 137
Chen He's sobs were muffled in her chest, and she couldn't cry out loud. Only big tears fell on the screen.
It turns out that Qiu Yue broke up with her in order to protect her.
Qiu Yue used her thin body to stand between her and the devil.
Chen He remembered the little princess who had been glued back together. Not a single piece was missing.
How sad Qiu Yue must have been at that time.
The person she risked her life to protect left without looking back, leaving her alone in a lonely and desperate hell.
I can never repay Qiu Yue for the sight of her back in my lifetime - Chen He thought silently, his heart broken into pieces.
Yes, if she fights to the death, the tuition fees that the old dean has worked so hard to raise for her may be wasted.
But if the old dean knew the truth, he would definitely say, 60,000 yuan is nothing, my daughter's safety is the most important.
Zhu Zangmo's foundation is in tatters, and she may not dare to apply for the art school she has always longed for.
So what?
As long as Qiu Yue can escape from the clutches of the devil, what does that little price matter?
But Qiu Yue didn't want to, she just wanted to bear it alone.
She thought that as long as she could bear everything, everyone behind her would be safe.
Silly Xiaoyue...
Chen He wiped his eyes and refreshed the page.
Release Date: October 20, 201X
[He asked me out, but I didn't go. If he wants to send pictures, then go ahead. Whatever!]
Release Date: October 21, 201X
He posted a photo online, but with his face blurred. It went viral, with all sorts of nasty things said about it.
His meaning was very clear. If I dared to disobey him again, he would send the video without censorship.
What should I do? If my brother sees this, there will be no way to resolve this matter.
I gave in again, I'm so incompetent.
How can I end this nightmare?]
Next, there is an exceptionally long Weibo post.
Release time: October 26, 201X, 22:22.
It was the night Qiu Yue disappeared.
He has a special class this afternoon, and the class monitor specifically told me to go. I don't dare not go. I'm such a coward.
The theme of this class is "The Aesthetics of Death in Oil Painting".
He talked eloquently about the combination of Western aesthetics of death and Eastern imagery, and the philosophy of living towards death.
He gave us free rein on the theme and asked us to draw a picture about death.
As I sat before my easel, I couldn't help but recall the death fantasies I had in my most desperate moments.
Draft with pencil, then apply color.
Red flowers, green stems, and a broken body.
The flowers and leaves of the other shore will never meet.
As I was painting, I suddenly fell into my old fantasies again.
——It would be better if I died.
This thought came up uncontrollably.
It would be better if I died. My brother would never know the truth. He would be sad, but it would eventually get over it.
The damp colors on the canvas were like a quagmire, and I was lost in it.
It would be better to die.
This voice bewitched me again and again.
Suddenly, it felt like something cold, slippery was crawling on my body.
I looked up and saw Zhu Laogui standing next to me, pretending to examine my paintings, his eyes like the tongue of a poisonous snake, reaching into my collar.
For a moment, I wanted to poke his eyes with the paint scraper in my hand.
That exploding feeling must be very happy.
By the end of the get out of class, I had only reached the stage of laying down the colors, with the red and green piled up, suppressing the dark blocks of color underneath.
Like a gorgeous nightmare.
It will be left in the small studio to dry, and then the colors will be added and detailed in the next class.
I hurriedly packed up my painting supplies and wanted to leave.
The sound was so quiet that other students didn't even hear it, but to me it sounded like the devil's howl.
My classmates left the small studio one after another, but I stayed there as if frozen.
He said, "Qiu Yue, you painted very well today. You combined the fiery nature of flowers with the tranquility of death, making me feel the shock of the beauty of disappearance."
I looked at him like he was a psycho.
He said: Stretch out your hand.
I don't know what tricks he is trying to play, and I want to refuse, but this hateful body of mine has become accustomed to obeying him.
He clenched his fist and held it above mine. Some black particles, like sand, leaked from the gap between his palms into my palm and accumulated into a small pile.
He asked, "You should know what this is, right?"
I looked at it for a while, then suddenly remembered the pictures I had searched for online.
This is the seed of the red spider lily!
His eyes were filled with a ghoul-like green light, and he said to me, "It's painful, right, Qiu Yue?
"It doesn't matter, leave in the way you long for, and bury your dirty side deep in the soil.
“No one will ever know what happened. Your life will be frozen in the most beautiful moment.”
His voice sounded like the whisper of a guiding ghost.
"With your body covered in red spider lily seeds, you die somewhere unknown, and only bloom five years later—Qiu Yue, you are a genius. You can actually come up with such a beautiful death."
I was stunned for a moment. I clearly remembered that I had only told Xiao He about this bizarre idea.
There were only two of us in the classroom that night, and we looked at the stars from the window.
I talked to Xiaohe about the fantasies I had when I was at my worst.
This old ghost must have been hiding at the door and eavesdropping.
When I was painting the red spider lily on the canvas, for a moment, I really thought it would be a good thing to die like this.
But... I looked at Zhu Laogui's ugly face and suddenly changed my mind.
Why should I die? I still have my brother, and I still have Xiao He.
This old ghost should be the one to die.
I threw the flower seeds at his face, and they splattered all over the floor.
Just wait for me, old ghost.]
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After reading it, Chen He no longer knew what sadness and pain were.
Under such a great shock, my heart was numb.
I've always wondered where the red spider lily seeds in the small studio came from. It turns out they were brought there by Zhu Zangmo.
It was the bait to induce Qiu Yue to commit suicide.
A girl who is on the verge of collapse is first brainwashed by the classroom theme of "Beautiful Death", and then sees this bait...how can she hold on?
But Qiu Yue didn't fall for it, she hit Lao Gui in the face on the spot!
My Qiu Yue is so amazing!
——Chen He thought so in his heart while refreshing the page again and again.
But I can no longer see any new Weibo posts.
Zhang You said from the side, "Teacher Chen, there shouldn't be any more. Look at the time of the last message. About an hour and forty minutes later, Qiu Yue disappeared."
Of course Chen He knew. She was just a little confused.
She stared at the screen silently, sliding her numb and stiff fingers, mechanically refreshing and refreshing.
I was inexplicably looking forward to seeing a new Weibo post pop up the next moment, and seeing Qiu Yue killing Zhu Laogui and cheering for victory.
That would be great.
That would be great!
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