The last time to say I love you

Chapter 27 What does it mean that he deserves it...

"Xu Zhisheng? What's wrong?"

The homeroom teacher saw Xu Zhisheng standing at the door with a pale face, motionless, and was a little puzzled. When his eyes swept over Xu Zhisheng's head, he suddenly realized.

"Could it be that your head hurts again? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

The teacher looked at Xu Zhisheng worriedly, Xu Zhisheng shook his head and said something reluctantly:

"Teacher... I'm fine..."

"It's fine. Don't force yourself. If you have anything to do, you must tell the teacher. Don't hold back."

As he spoke, the teacher introduced the freshman to the pale Xu Zhisheng.

"Let me introduce you, classmate He Qi. The person in front of you is Xu Zhisheng, the monitor of Class [-] and [-] of Lichuan High School. This monitor is a new student, He Qi."

The moment He Qi saw Xu Zhisheng, he was a little surprised and quickly returned to normal. He stretched out his hand to Xu Zhisheng and showed a smile, which was not kind.

That smile looked so familiar, never showing a trace of friendliness towards him.

"Hello Xu Zhisheng, my name is He Qi, please take care of me in the future."

Up to now, he still remembers the scene of that boy with dyed yellow hair and earrings who was a little taller than him in the second year of junior high in Yangcheng grabbed his neck and pushed him into the water.

At that time, Xu Zhisheng couldn't figure out how he could provoke such a person that he usually avoided.

The man scolded him for being disgusting, relying on the fact that his parents were teachers, he thought he was superior to others, and said that he deserved everything that happened to him.

He deserves it all...

But he didn't do anything, didn't do anything...

Why did everyone say that he deserved it, that it was his fault...

Hearing the lazy footsteps behind him, Xu Zhisheng was so flustered that he wished he could get away from the people behind him immediately, but his footsteps were as hard to move as if they were filled with lead.

"It's been a long time, Xu Zhisheng."

The voice behind him was like black and white impermanence who came to seek his life, tightly strangling his neck and locking his lifeline so that he could not make a sound.

Xu Zhisheng acted as if nothing had happened, but his complexion had completely betrayed him.

When He Qi slapped him on the shoulder, the textbook Xu Zhisheng was holding hit the ground with a bang.

If Yang City was Xu Zhisheng's nightmare, then those who had bullied him were the evil spirits that Xu Zhisheng couldn't get past.

He Qi grasped Xu Zhisheng's shoulders tightly, blew hot air on Xu Zhisheng's ear and said with a smile:

"Xu Zhisheng forgot me so quickly? I haven't forgotten you at all~ After all, how can I forget the big scandal that got me at the age of 12~"

These words were like the strongest thunder in the dark clouds, accurately hitting his head in the vast crowd, completely refusing to give him a way out.

The thorn that had been hidden in my heart for a long time, the wound that had been healed for a long time seemed to be dripping with blood again in an instant.

It's like a naive delusion that paper can wrap fire, thinking that if you break away from the original track, you can live peacefully...

After all, things that have forgotten to intersect will return to the original track one day no matter how far away they are.

This kind of pain is like being peeled off the heart alive.

Maybe he was born with a low life!Otherwise, how could he meet He Qi after Chuan Jiang bumped into Xu Yuan first!

Why did you do this to you?You are not pleasing to the eye.

Xu Zhisheng, why do you have such a disgusting face?

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He Qi justifiably took off his clothes and said to him, which is still vivid in my memory.

Just because one sentence is not pleasing to the eye, he deserves to be bullied!Just because he is not pleasing to the eye, he should be the one being bullied!

What does he have?He has nothing...why do you still treat him like this...

He lost the father who would coax him to love him, and the day he lost his father, he also lost the mother who spoke softly without touching Yang Chunshui.

Since then, there has been one more woman who lives at the bottom because he is running around looking at people's faces.

From being able to do anything in the past to being able to do everything, from a squeamish woman who was spoiled by her father into a princess to a hardworking housewife.

His father made him a princess in a fairy tale, but he made her a 'slave' in a fairy tale. "

Many times when Xu Zhisheng couldn't bear it, he would always think of his mother touching his head and saying such a sentence.

Whisper, mom only has you.

At that time, Xu Zhisheng was lying on the table tired, and in a daze, he felt that someone was stroking his hair and muttering these words to her.

At that time, although Xu Zhisheng was too sleepy, he could feel the warm liquid dripping on his arm.

He was sure that it was Ms. Yang who was crying, because he also heard Ms. Yang say sorry for not protecting him well.

It was also the words that mom only has you that made him step into the gate of Lichuan High School after being autistic for a year.

He wanted to tell her that everything was over and he was fine, so she didn't feel sorry for him.

The pretended heart seems to be impermanent, but the heart has long been riddled with holes, and the disease that is suppressed by taking medicine will not be cured after all.

The medicine can only suppress the thoughts in his mind about how to get rid of it, but it can't cure the roots buried in his heart at all, so Xu Zhisheng couldn't help but jump off the Jinjiang River in his sophomore year. Su was rescued.

At that time, it was Li Su who saved him, and there was no big trouble, so Ms. Yang didn't even know that Xu Zhisheng tried to die.

The scalding tears in Xu Zhisheng's eyes immediately fell down.

Xu Zhisheng found himself crying for no reason recently.

When He Qi saw Xu Zhisheng's face covered with tears, he didn't feel a trace of guilt or even a sense of pleasure:

"Yo, are you crying now? Am I not telling the truth?"