Chapter 184 If You Don’t Fall in Love, You’ll Fail
Then they naturally started to kick and beat Zhao Yiming. Yang Junhui even pulled his hair and cut it with the scissors, saying, "It's so dirty. I'll be merciful and cut it for you."
A pair of scissors was waved in his hand without any order, and even Wu Haixin and others laughed and grabbed the scissors to cut his hair for fun.
"Do you want to give him a unique hairstyle?" Yang Junhui took the lighter and said with a smile.
Then, amid the screams of the three girls, he pulled Zhao Yiming's hair and lit it with a lighter. Zhao Yiming stepped back in fear but was beaten by the people behind him.
The smell of burnt hair came, and Lin Zhiwei, who was standing aside, felt a little scared, fearing that the scissors would poke Zhao Yiming's eyes or cut his ears in the next moment, or that the lighter would accidentally light on his face, not to mention the person involved.
Zhao Yiming was beaten so badly that he curled up on the ground, not daring to move, with a wet and dirty rag stuffed in his mouth.
After the few people laughed and made fun enough, Yang Junhui asked someone to strip Zhao Yiming's clothes off. This time, Zhao Yiming did not lie down. He held the clothes tightly with both hands and refused to let them take them off. He moved around like a loach.
"Fuck!" Yang Junhui frowned and kicked his thigh, "How dare you disobey me!"
Perhaps he felt that Zhao Yiming had made him lose face in front of his girlfriend, so he was very angry. He kicked him very hard and then tried to take off Zhao Yiming's clothes with his own hands.
Lin Zhiwei saw that Zhao Yiming was holding on to his clothes stubbornly, but his two fists were no match for many hands, and in the end his clothes were taken off.
Then they were about to pull his pants off. The tears that had been welling up in Zhao Yiming's eyes suddenly fell down. He looked at them fixedly with a desperate look as if he would rather die than live.
"Look at your mother! If you look at me again, I'll dig out your eyes!" Yang Junhui slapped him.
Wu Haixin and the other two surrounded those people, clapping their hands in surprise and excitement: "Wow, Junhui, you guys are so awesome!"
"What should we do now?" the leading female student also asked.
The girl with long hair followed the others in kicking and slamming, the excitement on her face was beyond words.
Seeing that Zhao Yiming's pants were about to be pulled off, Lin Zhiwei suddenly spoke up: "Forget about the pants. I heard that girls will get stye after looking at a guy's thing, and I heard that it looks disgusting. Haixin, you don't want to lose your appetite tonight, do you?"
Wu Haixin and the other two looked at each other and remembered what the teacher had said in the physiology class, which was indeed a bit disgusting, so they all agreed.
So, Yang Junhui and the others didn't continue. They just used the wire brush and water pipe to wash and brush Zhao Yiming's upper body. The sounds of laughter and playfulness were like they were brushing a pig at home.
Half an hour later, they had enough fun and left with their backpacks, talking and laughing. Lin Zhiwei looked at Zhao Yiming, who was covered in bruises, and turned away with some reluctance.
She was the last one to fall behind, and while the people in front of her weren't paying attention, she grabbed some money from her bag and quickly stuffed it into Zhao Yiming's hand. After saying "Sorry, please buy some medicine to apply", she turned around and chased after them.
What Lin Zhiwei didn't know was that Zhao Yiming's heart, which had originally been determined to die, was rekindled with hope after her words "I'm sorry". He tightly held the money in his hand and watched the girl's back gradually going away. For the first time, he felt that there was still sunshine in his dark life, even if that sunshine was very little.
Later, Zhao Yiming was beaten again and was covered with wounds. When Lin Zhiwei came out of the grocery store, he happened to see him limping.
She wanted to pretend she didn't see it, but her feet had already unconsciously returned to the grocery store to buy some medicine. When he came to his senses, she had already given him the medicine, so he had to run away in a hurry under his surprised gaze.
Gradually, the two of them got closer without realizing it, of course when no one was watching.
Lin Zhiwei would help him apply medicine, chat with him to relax, comfort him and enlighten him, and even often split her lunch in half and gave it to him.
For Zhao Yiming, Lin Zhiwei was like a flower that bloomed in his difficult life. All the gaps in his dark life were filled by this kind and beautiful girl.
He gradually fell in love with Lin Zhiwei at the beginning of his love. He carefully and cherished this feeling in his heart, not daring to reveal even a little bit.
But he couldn't help wanting to share his secret with the girl he liked, so after holding back for a few times, he couldn't control himself anymore. He handed his precious picture album to Lin Zhiwei, holding the corner of his clothes nervously with both hands, and said with a bit of trepidation and anxiety: "This is what my mother left for me. She always took time to teach me how to paint..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhiwei had already opened the storybook and said in surprise: "Wow, this is——"
Zhao Yiming interrupted her immediately and explained hastily, "Don't get me wrong, this is not a pornographic picture. This is actually body art. This kind of painting is called a body sketch. I, I, I am not... please don't look down on me."
"Did your mother and you draw all these? They are really well drawn. You guys are so talented!" Lin Zhiwei looked at Zhao Yiming in surprise.
Zhao Yiming's heart was suddenly filled with warmth. He blushed and stammered, "Really?"
Lin Zhiwei nodded, and then returned the album to him a little embarrassedly: "But it is indeed a bit embarrassing. I don't know much about body art, and you have to be careful. If someone sees this... you know."
Zhao Yiming scratched his head and smiled: "I'll just show you! It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I can teach you. My mother's wish is to become a master of body art, but... she has passed away, so I, I want to fulfill her wish... Of course, I also like painting, but I'm a little worried that I can't do it."
"You can do it." Lin Zhiwei said with a smile, "I think your painting is really great, you have to keep working hard, I will support you!"
With the support and encouragement from the girl he liked, Zhao Yiming was full of energy. From then on, he no longer complained about his sadness, but instead talked to Lin Zhiwei about dreams and the future. He also explained to her what body art was and even taught her how to draw.
The two people were looking forward to the future, but they didn't know that because Lin Zhiwei was often missing recently, Wu Haixin became suspicious and gradually left traces.
Wu Haixin secretly followed Lin Zhiwei alone for half a month and watched her and Zhao Yiming's every move.
So when Zhao Yiming came to their secret base again, what was waiting for him was not the girl he had been thinking about, but Yang Junhui, Wu Haixin and their group.
"Hey, our great painter is here!" Yang Junhui and his men surrounded Zhao Yiming, "Let us mortals also appreciate the great painter's paintings, right, brothers!"
"That's it!" Someone suddenly rushed up behind Zhao Yiming and snatched the album away. "Let me see what's drawn on it... Wow! What is this? Come and take a look!"
"Give it back to me! Give the album back to me!" Zhao Yiming screamed and was about to pounce on the album to snatch it, but was held tightly by several boys.
The boy snorted at Zhao Yiming with contempt, then he exclaimed while tearing off the sheets one by one and handing them to the people next to him. The crowd immediately erupted in ambiguous and lewd laughter.
Seeing this, Zhao Yiming screamed even more crazily and struggled like crazy: "Give it back to me! Give it back to me! Don't tear it apart, don't!"
However, no matter how much he struggled and yelled, it was in vain. On the contrary, the more he cared about them, the happier he was when they were fighting.
Those boys were also annoyed with him and started punching and kicking him. In the end, he could only lie on the ground helplessly, watching them laughing and playing with red eyes.
"Fuck, this, this, this is a fucking pornographic picture, okay, I can't help myself when I see it!"
"Tsk tsk, look at these long beautiful legs, they are so exciting to play with!"
"Wow, there are naked men here. Damn, look at these muscular bodies. I never knew this guy is attractive to both men and women."
Zhao Yiming stared at the sky with dull eyes, but at this moment, he heard a familiar name: "Junhui, our Zhiwei has made a great contribution this time, you must thank her!"
"Okay, I'll treat you guys to a meal when I get back!"
Zhao Yiming slowly looked towards the source of the voice. Wu Haixin was holding Yang Junhui's hand and humming, "Eating is not enough! This idea was all proposed by my Zhiwei. My Zhiwei is so smart. After so many things happened one after another, that idiot really believed it and really thought that my Zhiwei was treating him well. In fact, she was just an undercover to tease him! Moreover, that idiot seems to have really fallen in love with Zhiwei. He didn't even take a piss to see if he was worthy of her!"
Yang Junhui chuckled and said, "Why, you don't allow others to dream?"
"You can't even dream about it!" Wu Haixin rolled his eyes and snorted, "Do you know how big of a sacrifice this is? Zhiwei has to take three showers every time he sees him, he has to vomit up everything he eats, and he throws away all the clothes he wears, not to mention he has to endure the sour smell that emanates from him all the time. Who knows if he has any infectious diseases?"
"Yes, yes, I know your daughter Zhiwei has made great sacrifices. I promise to thank her when I go back, okay?" Yang Junhui pinched Wu Haixin's face.
Wu Haixin immediately laughed: "That's more like it. Junhui, you know? That idiot, he wanted to teach Zhiwei how to draw this picture. Every time Zhiwei came back, her face was very ugly. She said that she was disgusted by the painting and wanted to vomit. She couldn't understand how someone could draw such a vile thing. I didn't understand her feelings at the time, until today... Tsk tsk, I really felt the same way, so no matter how I asked her to come today, she just refused to come..."
Zhao Yiming could no longer hear what they said next.
His mind began to recall scenes from his first meeting with Lin Zhiwei. It seemed so beautiful at the time, but now thinking back, it seemed like a long-planned prank. He suddenly found it so terrifying.
After that day, Zhao Yiming never went to school again.
He stayed in the corner of the wooden bed like a soulless puppet, holding tightly in his arms the picture album that was already torn beyond recognition, piecing it together tirelessly over and over again, and was indifferent to the beatings and scoldings from his family members.
Xie Fei just looked at him like this. He didn't cry or yell, but his eyes were filled with familiar hatred, and deep in that hatred there seemed to be a little entanglement that he himself didn't even know about -
Is it love, regret, self-blame... or maybe all of them.
Xie Fei couldn't explain it clearly, but he knew that the look was exactly the same as the one Zhao Yiming had when he saw Lin Zhiwei in college.
The author has something to say: ??Xie Fei: Wow, I even made a bubble in the end.
Zhiwei: Hold me~MUA
Speaking of which, children's naivety is sometimes a little scary.
There was a girl who was collectively ostracized in my elementary school class. She had poor grades, and none of the teachers liked her. Her parents were divorced. Although she lived with her mother, her mother treated her very badly. Her clothes were very old and rarely washed, and her hair was messy. She often forced her to ask her father for child support, or she would beat her if she didn't come back.
So everyone disliked her. Led by the monitor (whose mother was a school teacher and everyone liked to flatter her), they laughed at her for having fleas, pushed her during PE class, made her sit next to a trash can, and later beat her directly...
I felt very sympathetic towards her at that time. I helped her a few times at the beginning and had heart-to-heart talks with her, but I didn't stay with her forever. Later, she transferred to another school. I hope she is doing well now!
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