Chapter 3 Bullying
Lin Jinyang silently suppressed the vague expectation in his eyes.
not him.
The man in the dream would not look at him with such fearful eyes.
Sure enough, he was really crazy to confuse dreams with reality.
Lin Jinyang looked away, feeling agitated for no reason.
Lu Qingzhu lowered his eyes, and out of the corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of the man's slender and powerful hands, and his fingertips seemed to be casually tapping on the table.
In his last life, he had followed him far behind him. He knew all his preferences and habits, and naturally understood such actions, implying that he was in a very bad mood right now.
But he didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that the psychological defense line he had finally established would collapse instantly because of a look from the other party.
Lu Qingzhu stretched out his hand and gently covered his wrist covered by his school uniform. The wound he cut with a pencil knife last night was still aching, and the bruise on his back felt like a whole piece of skin had been peeled off alive.
The more he looked forward to Lin Jinyang, the more clearly he could feel his humbleness and filth.
A life of poverty and despair, a broken and deformed family, and even he himself has become a mutilated and terrible monster in the devastation of life.
In the eyes of normal people, people like him are garbage in the stinking ditch. They are inferior and sensitive, timid and gloomy. They are full today and worry about how they will live tomorrow. Even if they die, no one will care.
Lu Qingzhu cautiously raised his eyes to look at the person beside him, the clear-cut facial features, and the unbridled sunlight outside the window covered the person's brows with an excessively bright halo.
He never expected anything.
People like him, who have done their best just to live, can expect anything more.
As long as you can watch the person you love deeply and live in the world fiercely and arbitrarily, it is enough.
People who love light never expect to take it as their own. For them, it is a great luck to be illuminated by the warm light.
Lu Qingzhu smiled silently, his eyebrows lowered, and his pale fingertips lightly stroked the white page.
The sunshine outside the window is just right, and the bright sunlight blooms like a waterfall.
They were seventeen years old that year, they met for the first time, and the tragedy had not happened a year later, and everything could be salvaged.
The person next to him is still the same as he remembered, his facial features are clean and neat, and he has an innately warm and sharp youthful temperament.
[Lin Jinyang, the world is very good, I will let you live well]
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Lin Jinyang never took the initiative to say a word to Lu Qingzhu since that day.
This was the first time in his life that he felt such a sense of frustration. He knew that he had no reason to be angry because of this, but every time he saw the exact same face as in the dream, he couldn't control the anger in his heart.
As if he was obsessed, he had that dream that was so real that it almost confounded reality over and over again every night.
The man immersed in the setting sun leaned over to kiss his icy lips, his hoarse throat murmured love words, and red tears fell from his clear and warm eyes.
No one can refuse that kind of focused and gentle gaze, the kind of tenderness that is cherished and full of eyes and only you are alone, no one can resist.
But the more beautiful the dream, the more annoyed the reality.
That Lu Qingzhu, who was exactly the same as the person in the dream, avoided him everywhere, one look from him could make the other person shiver, and he wanted to run away from him immediately.
Lin Jinyang doesn't care what others think of him. He has not been a likable person since he was born, and even people who are related to him don't like to see him, let alone strangers who have only been with him for a few days. But Lu Qingzhu's dodging made him inexplicably annoyed.
He couldn't control himself not to have that dream, but the pain and loss after waking up only made him more annoyed.
He didn't know what he was longing for, and his restless heart was full of urgency and nowhere to vent, let alone relieved. So that every time he saw the shrinking appearance of the person beside him, he would not give a good look.
Aware of his attitude towards Lu Qingzhu, the bad students in the class naturally made up their minds to please each other.
After all, at their age, Lin Jinyang is what they aspire to be, living unrestrainedly and unrestrainedly, spending money and being righteous, and they dream of becoming friends with such a powerful character as Lin Jinyang.
After going to the classroom office to turn in his homework, as soon as Lu Qingzhu entered the classroom, he was taken to the woods behind the school by his collar.
With a withdrawn and quiet temperament and a frail and thin physique, such people can easily become victims of school violence. In addition, Lu Qingzhu never makes small reports even if he is bullied, so they are even more reckless.
He was pushed to the ground heavily, his back covered with bruises hit the rough ground, and the leader stepped on his injured wrist and crushed him hard.
The stab wound a few days ago was carefully protected, and now only a thin layer of blood scab has formed, and a little force can make it break again. Being stepped on by those people, he could clearly feel the pain of the coagulated blood scab being torn open again, and the pain made his eyes sore.
Once again, even if he has suffered countless times, but once again faced with such unreasonable malice and bullying, he still feels scared.
At home, the man never let him eat at the same table with him, any chicken, duck, fish, or meat had nothing to do with him. He could only eat a pitiful amount of rice and a few leaves of vegetables every day, even if the man threw the meat to The neighbor's dog downstairs was also reluctant to give him a bite.
Long-term malnutrition has made him slower than his peers, and every time he looks at himself in the mirror, scrawny and covered in scars, he feels like a terrible monster.
It's not that he didn't think about resisting, but reality has told him time and time again that resisting is meaningless.
No one in this world will protect him. His stepfather has never cared about what happened to him in school. He even wished that he was injured and maimed, so he would have reason to go to the other side's parents to ask for medical expenses.
He didn't dare to resist, because what this could buy would definitely not be the cessation of the bullying. That man would just beat him to the brim and bring him to the door to apologize, encouraging and tacitly condoning the bullying that was inflicted on him again and again.
Instead, it would be better to endure it silently, at least these people won't beat him all over with belts and wooden sticks.
"Brother Yang, I'll show you something good, there's a surprise."
Suddenly, someone else's voice came from his ears, which were blurred by pain. Lu Qingzhu struggled to open his eyes that couldn't focus. In his hazy vision, he could only vaguely glimpse the outline of the person who came.
Familiar appearance, he has repeatedly imprinted this person's appearance into his heart countless times, even if he can't see the person's face against the sunlight, he can still recognize who it is.
A moment of despair, like falling into an ice-cold abyss in an instant.
When he was about to take a nap, he was invited here. At first Lin Jinyang thought that this group of people were trying to play some tricks. But walking through the narrow path, the sight in front of him made him stop in an instant.
The thin and pale teenager was pressed on the muddy ground by two people, and the other person stepped on his wrist with his feet, and his heels kept crushing the wrist bones like a wild dog on the side of the road.
"Brother Yang." The man who stepped on the wrist turned his head and asked him to come over.
Lu Qingzhu's eyes came over after hearing the reputation, his eyes full of clarity and grief were filled with large tracts of pale mist, and wisps of blood oozes from his clenched lips.
[Lin Jinyang, don't let people bully him]
[Don't let anyone bully him, or you will regret it]
A sudden thought flashed across his mind like a flash of lightning, and before he could react, he strode forward, stretched out his hand and shoved the two people who were shoving away.
The two people who were laughing happily froze suddenly, just about to say something, but they were frightened by the cold and fierce in the other's eyes, looked at each other and ran away.
There are rumors that Lin Jinyang beat up all the gangsters in the surrounding schools just a few days after transferring to another school. The methods were ruthless and the fights were fatal. There was no need for them to dare to provoke this evil star.
No one thought that Lin Jinyang would stand up for someone like Lu Qingzhu. They originally brought people here because they wanted to please the other party, but the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but also looked like they wanted to settle accounts with them.
In school, bullying the weak is their after-school pastime. Lu Qingzhu has a quiet temperament, but his grades are surprisingly good. With his thin and pale appearance, anyone can bully him to the point of being powerless to fight back. Most of the people around were used to seeing it, and they chose to watch from the sidelines. No one would ever stand up and say a word for Lu Qingzhu.
Lu Qingzhu stood up staggering and fled, the bright sunlight fell on his muddy back, and across the school uniform, no one knew how the scarred skin under the clothes was torn, and followed every re-opened wound. shed blood.
He can endure bullying and insults from anyone, only in front of this person, he doesn't want to be seen by the other side in any embarrassment.
He ran with all his strength, the pain on his back made him burst into tears, but not a single tear could flow from his dry eyes.
Looking at the embarrassed figure of the man fleeing, Lin Jinyang's throat moved, but in the end he didn't say a word.
Back in the classroom, he just sat in his seat when the two people who bullied Lu Qingzhu just came over, bowing and apologizing.
Bullying the soft and fearing the hard is the face of these people.
Lin Jinyang didn't even give them a look, just looked at the sky outside the window lightly, and then asked after a moment of silence, "You guys, why are you bullying him."
Not a questioning tone, but an unquestionable narrative tone.
The two who had bowed their heads and apologized silently looked at each other, and after pushing each other for a while, someone opened the mouth and told him the reason.
"Lu Qingzhu is a bitch. When he was a freshman in high school, some people saw concealer and foundation in his schoolbag. At this age, it is too strange for boys to wear makeup, so many people say that he is a transvestite and a homosexual. Brother Yang, you better not get too close to him, after all, this person is gloomy and strange."
Tone without repentance, as if they were taking what the other person did for granted.
"Really?" Lin Jinyang responded casually.
Transvestite, gay.
Lin Jinyang's eyes darkened, and the fingers hidden by his side tightened silently.
He remembered what he had inadvertently seen that night, the thin boy covered in bruises, struggling to apply medicine on his back.
Those scars he had seen on his mother, that gentle but cowardly woman, swallowed up the dignity of her lover who had long tired of her. In order not to let others see the terrible violence she suffered, she wakes up every morning and uses concealer and foundation to carefully cover the traces of violence.
madness.
