The last time to say I love you

Chapter 29 Teacher... I hurt...

"Xu Zhisheng, are you shaking? Are you remembering the scene when I put you in the water? Or the scene when you were disheveled and beaten in the toilet with a bloody nose? Or is it because you were scolded by the whole class for being disgusting and speechless?" Rebuttal scene?"

Xu Zhisheng's heart ached after hearing these unbearable past events, as if he was cut open with a knife without anesthesia, dripping with blood.

In the end, Xu Zhisheng covered his ears, his face turned pale, and he wanted He Qi to shut up. After being a little tougher, he couldn't help but choked up:

"Stop it! Stop it..."

Xu Zhisheng's face was covered with tears, and his face was so embarrassed that there was a trace of begging for mercy in his voice.

He has always believed that the saying that the clean are self-cleaning is correct, but he has forgotten the saying that what people say is awesome.

Ms. Yang told him that one day the truth will come to light, but the reality is always cruel and never makes him feel better.

He didn't behave badly, he didn't bully others because his parents were teachers, he didn't steal anything, he didn't provoke the relationship between Li Su and his girlfriends, he didn't feel sorry for anyone...

But where is the truth?Where is the justice...

It is the last futile struggle of a dying person to clear himself up in front of fearful words.

It's just self-deception...

So what is cleared by the clearer?Shouldn't he have seen the world clearly?Why bother to explain so much in vain...

It seems that because there is someone who cares in my heart, I am afraid that he will see his ugly side, be afraid that he will misunderstand him, and be afraid that he will hate him, but in the end he has done so much and explained so much, that person still hates him and does not believe him.

He Qi grabbed Xu Zhisheng's neck without mercy:

"Hiding so far away, I thought you were dead!"

Xu Zhisheng grasped He Qi's hand and broke down a bit:

"What do I have to do...to let me go? Tell me! Tell me..."

Many times Xu Zhisheng told himself that he was no longer a child, he couldn't hold on and couldn't cry, he still had Ms. Yang.

But in the end, he not only failed but also cried.

"It's very simple, Xu Zhisheng, as long as you die, you will be free and everything will be over!"

He Qi suddenly tightened his grip on Xu Zhisheng's neck, Xu Zhisheng had difficulty breathing, and held He Qi's hand with both hands.

As long as you die everything is over.

Yes, what is the use of his life... As long as he is dead, Ms. Yang will have no burden... and he can go to see his father...

The two hands that were holding He Qi suddenly gave up struggling and fell down.

"The voice of Xu."

Suddenly a gentle male voice came from around the corner of the corridor, upon hearing this voice, He Qi immediately let go of Xu Zhisheng, put his hand behind Xu Zhisheng, and patted lightly as if nothing had happened.

Xu Zhisheng was suddenly released from suffocation for a long time and coughed violently. The casually dressed homeroom teacher caught his eye.

There were beads of sweat on the head teacher's forehead because of the anxiety of running away. When he saw Xu Zhisheng coughing violently, the head teacher came to Xu Zhisheng with a worried expression on his face, followed by He Qi and patted Xu Zhisheng on the back:

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Before Xu Zhisheng could speak, He Qi's voice sounded:

"Teacher, classmate Xu suddenly complained of pain while walking, and I just wanted to take him to the infirmary, classmate Xu Zhisheng, you must tell me if you feel uncomfortable, don't hide it."

In the teacher's ears, this sentence was a word of concern, and Xu Zhisheng knew it was a warning to him not to talk nonsense.

After Xu Zhisheng coughed, he looked at the head teacher who suddenly appeared, tears blurred his eyes, and smiled at the worried head teacher, but he still didn't tell the truth.

"Teacher, I have a headache, I can't hold it... I hurt... I'm sorry..."

While laughing and shedding tears.

He couldn't make it through, so he surrendered.

There was no point in trying to resist any more, and the derailed train returned to its original track.

His fate has also intersected with that of twelve or thirteen years old, and he cannot escape.

Something was collapsing in Xu Zhisheng's eyes, and all the grievances from the past turned into tears, rolling down.

"Teacher... I hurt..."

It really hurts.