Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    It was a rainy day.

    The air in the storage room was humid and oppressive, with a musty smell. The house was dimly lit, except for the dim sunlight in the upper window, which illuminated only one brick on the ground.

    The girl hugged her knees, crouched in a corner and curled herself into a ball.

    The boy sat beside her with his head down, his clean and white school uniform was full of stains. His eyes looked dull, and he calmly listened to the cry of the girl beside him, but didn't say a word.

    The crying beside her gradually diminished until it was quiet.

    The boy still did not turn his head, but after a long time, a small band-aid was suddenly handed in front of him.

    He was stunned for a moment, and the bottom of his dark eyes seemed to suddenly light up.

    The girl beside her didn't speak, but after handing the band-aid to the boy, she stood up on the ground, limped a few steps forward, and then suddenly said: "Go Well, let's go home."

    This is not a youthful love story.

    On the verge of despair and loneliness, two lonely souls approach each other, sympathetically trying to feel the last warmth in each other.

    Qin Wan is a person full of expectations for the future.

    She began to write an exchange diary for Lu Kechen: "Every day, write down what you are sad about and what you expect in the future, and then show it to the other party. In this way, you may be able to cheer each other up, and then wait until the meeting. A better day."

     Bullying has no reason.

    Maybe it's not good enough, or maybe it's too good.

    Maybe it's because of not enough appearance, or because of too beautiful skin.

    Lu Kechen knew that Qin Wan was a girl worthy of love.

    She would stop to look after stray cats on the side of the road when it was raining, would save a dollar for ragged beggars on the street, and would take children by the hand and send them across the road.

    But the abuser will never ask what you did on a rainy day.

    Qin Wan is always full of hope for the future.

    She writes in her diary every day - "Tomorrow will be better."

    Girls will always crave dew, flowers, and warm sun, not rain, bruises, and damp storage rooms.

    So one day, Qin Wan found the teacher and showed her the scars on his body.

    She has been eager to change all of this.

    The teacher said "It will definitely be solved", and called Gu Chencheng and Xu Binrui, pointed at him, and said, "Don't go too far, hurry up and give it to Qin Wan Apologise and write a review."

    Qin Wan looked at the two people in front of him and bowed down to apologize with a smile on his face, but he could only feel the coldness spreading from his fingers.

    All the pain in the world cannot be felt.

    "The university will sue the teacher if you become courageous?"

    "Oh, we're all so scared."

    Lu Kechen is more mature than Qin Wan, he knows that life is not an inspirational story to make children happy.

    Not every resistance will win. For example, Gu Chencheng's uncle is the dean of the junior high school, so most teachers will turn a blind eye to these things.

    In any case, there were no serious consequences.

    They think so.

    What Qin Wan received was more painful beatings and humiliations than ever before.

    Someone swarmed up, stripped the girl's shirt, and then took a cell phone and coaxed to take countless unsightly photos.

    The laughter surrounds my ears, loops countless times in my brain, and finally turns into a nightmare that makes people sleepless at night.

    Qin Wan never continued to write the exchange diary.

    She never wrote that sentence again - "Tomorrow will be better."

    The day Qin Wan fell into the water was actually the same day as before.

    After taking those photos, Gu Chencheng's group seemed to have found a way to make them feel more "interesting" than just beating.

    The only difference is that Qin Wan escaped.

    When Lu Kechen found Qin Wan, he was next to Dongyang Lake.

    "Go back, if you run away, that group of people will send out your photo in a fit of rage, you can't escape forever."

    She pursed her lips tightly, the corners of her lips trembled, and then slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with tears. After a long time, he suddenly closed his eyes and fell backwards.

    Lu Kechen's pupils shrank, and hurriedly reached out to grab.

    But Qin Wan still fell into Dongyang Lake in front of his eyes.

    The lake water in November is like soaking in ice cubes.

    People swarmed around—

    "A doll fell into the water!"

    "I just saw this boy pulling along with others, I can't bet that he can push it!"

    "Anyone call the police! Hurry up and call an ambulance!"

    Qin Wan is dead.

    Reporters flocked to the school, and every student and teacher cooperated very well to perform in front of the camera—

    "She is a very well-behaved and kind child."

    "Yes, my academic performance is also very good, and I am usually very sensible."

    "We are all sorry."

     "The school attaches great importance to this matter and will definitely give an account, and we have repeatedly stated that we are absolutely opposed to school violence and will never tolerate any violent behavior."

    This is a very ironic thing.

    Many people only begin to cry bitterly and want to make amends after the irreversible consequences of the incident occur, expressing their love for the victim with pain and regret.

    But why did no one love her when she was alive?

    Lu Kechen was accused in court. He looked at Qin Wan's grief-stricken mother and his grief-stricken father, and slowly closed his eyes.

    "Lu Kechen, you must tell me the truth, and tell me what happened without concealment."

    The lawyer who looked very young said to himself.

    What to tell the lawyer?

    In the name of justice, the media and reporters posted pictures of the deceased everywhere to increase stunts, arouse the curiosity of the masses, and compete with each other for click-through rate.

    Tell them that Qin Wan escaped because she couldn't bear such a bad humiliation, which undoubtedly created a great hot spot for them.

    Qin Wan was in great pain when she was alive, Lu Kechen didn't want her to be innocent after death.

    So he said, "I have nothing to say."

    The sky slowly descended.

    Lu Kechen saw a familiar notebook while cleaning his desk one day.

    I haven't received it for a long time, Qin Wan's exchange diary.

    "I'm actually not a particularly strong person, because I think that if I act optimistic, I may be able to comfort myself more. But I really don't want to continue living like this anymore. ."

    "The Chinese teacher said today that many literary creators like to write tragedies, because only tragedies can be unforgettable and memorable in contemplation. But I didn't understand at that time. , why must it be necessary to meditate after the tragedy?"

    "But now, I seem to suddenly understand the meaning of these words. Is it necessary to prove that this is not only a 'slapstick' before we can get real attention and apology?"

    "I don't look forward to tomorrow anymore, but I hope you still look forward to it."

    Lu Kechen picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

    It's raining again.

    November seems to be a rainy season all the time.

    Father Lu stayed up all night last night.

    Lu Kechen's bed was very clean, and the desk was neat and bright. It looked like he left early.

    Father Lu sighed, walked into his son's room, and scanned around for a while, feeling inexplicably overwhelmed.

    As a child, he was a very obedient and sensible child.

    When Father Lu was about to leave, his eyes were suddenly drawn to a drawer.

    He remembered that this drawer was always locked. As a father, he naturally respected his son's privacy, so he didn't open it.

    Only at this moment, she stretched out her hand and gently pulled it.

    Surprisingly, the drawer is not locked this time.

    A diary is lying quietly inside, but looking at the cover, it seems that it is not something that boys will use.

    Father Lu opened one of the pages and read the first line of words, then he was stunned.

    The sun rises and the light and shadow change.

    Father Lu didn't go to the store today, but sat on the sofa, wringing out one cigarette after another.

    After a long time, he took out the business card that Wen Ruan had given him from the side and dialed.

    "Lawyer Wen, it's me, I'm Lu Kechen's father."

    "I'm sorry to bother you, but I still want to bother you..."

    "Hey, Wen Ruan, where are you going?"

    When Qin Sushan came out of the tea room with a water cup in hand, she just pretended to see Wen Ruan who bowed her head to sort out her satchel and was about to leave the office.

    Wen Ruan put the bag on her back and said, "Well, Lu Kechen's father just called me and told me something about Qin Wan, so I'm going to Lu Kechen now. I have a trip to the school, please tell the president for me later."

    Qin Sushan smiled helplessly, then sighed: "Okay."

    When Wen Ruan got into the taxi, she felt her brows twitching.

    I don't know why, but I've been feeling inexplicable uneasiness since just now.

    Is it because I am too nervous recently?

    She sighed, stretched out and rubbed her temples.

    Lu Kechen will definitely know that the police's investigation of him will only become more and more severe. So if he has other plans, or other people he wants to kill, he will definitely do it in the near future.

    "Anything new?"

    "Well, after our visit and investigation, Qin Biyang's colleague said that a boy with yellow hair once came to Qin Biyang more than a month ago. We only chatted for a few words, but we still broke up. Then after our comparison, we found that this yellow hair is called Xu Binrui, and he has a good relationship with Gu Chencheng."

    Fu Zhihuan: "Xu Binrui?"

    The police officer handed over a photo of Xu Binrui and explained, "Xu Binrui, Gu Chencheng and Lu Kechen are all from the same school."

    The author has something to say: it will be updated later~

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: fairies like to eat 5 bottles of milk candy; I don’t have 1 bottle of taro pie and fruit tea;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!