1
"Six people in one bedroom, eight WeChat groups."
There must be someone in any group who wants to be formatted. This law is practiced in the crowd every day.
They may be children from small counties, dressed in brown vegetables every day; they may also be the favorite of the teacher and professor, three points and one line just for graduate school; and there is also a kind of Zheng Yan who is similar to the next bedroom.
Denim miniskirt with flared sleeves and a red shoulder tuck top. Exaggerated silver earrings, plus a small slap face with delicate makeup.
On the first day of college, 80 percent of people knew Zheng Yan.
It is no wonder that the beauty of her level is really rare.
At eleven o'clock in the morning, the instructor stood on the stone steps of the library, holding a stack of admission certificates, and began to tear his throat and roll call a group of us.
"Zheng Yan!"
"Is Zheng Yan here?"
After two or three sounds, there was a sudden silence around her, so she jerked her head up, took off one of the headphones, and softly responded.
"Coming?"
Several boys coaxed in the middle, and the instructor frowned tightly and pulled his neck to look at the back row.
She stood alone at the back of the class line and re-plugged her headphones. I straightened my pink brown wavy curls, looked into the mirror in the powder, and gently pressed the puffs against the oil that floated on the sides of the nose.
At that time, most of us had not yet detached from the impact of the college entrance examination, at least the aesthetic was still in high school.
Girls like her were sandwiched in a pile of small dirt buns, and the contrast was too obvious.
"That's our class?"
"I thought it was a student sister."
I took out the small mirror I had carried with me in my bag and looked at myself, and a feeling of frustration that had pierced into the flesh of the skin rushed into my head.
I have always felt that although I am not a country, I am still outstanding.
This is like being stepped into the mud by a foot.
On the night of enrollment, her beautiful photos from various angles were uploaded to the school's social platform.
The boy's bedroom was disturbed, and one by one he tried to secretly take pictures, all looking for her contact information.
Fortunately, I was far away from her student number, and to be honest, I didn't want to share a room with her, and I always felt that there would be a lot of trouble.
As I passed the next bedroom, I glanced inside. Everyone laughed and laughed, only she was struggling to lift her suitcase to the top of the cabinet, and her pretty face was slightly distorted.
It seems that they are people of two worlds.
2
Zheng Yan was just a normal classmate with little intersection to me, but since entering school, the gossip about her has never stopped in my ear.
On that day, the head of the dormitory next door sent a letter of guarantee for the illegal electrical appliances in each dormitory. I went out to wash some fruit, and as soon as I got to the door, I heard a few of them dancing and chewing on the root of their tongues.
"She's playing pretty open."
Putting down the fruit plate in my hand, I drew out a few tissues, carefully wiped the water droplets from the apples, and handed one to each of them.
As the old saying goes, "three women in one play", it definitely makes sense.
Picking up a pledge in my hand, I buried my head, my front teeth sniffing the apple in my hand little by little. The black and white words only stayed in the cornea of the pupils, and all that floated in my mind was their laughter.
Just because I don't speak doesn't mean I don't have a gossipy heart.
"Actually, I think the squad leader is better looking than her, you see her face is so thick with powder."
Sure enough, my apple still couldn't shut their mouths.
My heart was shaking, and they were ready to pull me in.
"But don't, when I don't let makeup during military training, I see that she is also very good-looking, much better looking than me."
"It's whole."
She skimmed her lips and took a deep breath.
This scene reminds me of my grandmother's house in the countryside when I was a child.
Every day at four o'clock in the afternoon, after dinner, three or five village women who played pai nine gathered under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. They sat on the small wooden bench they had brought on their own legs, and one of them carried a handful of melon seeds in his pocket.
In addition to the regret card out of the mouth, it is whose little widow hooked up with the little bricklayer next door, whose little daughter-in-law carried the man who went out to work, and drilled into the bud rice field in the middle of the night.
"What class are we going to have in the afternoon?"
Desperate to change the subject, I put down the fruit in my hand that had not yet eaten two bites, and turned to pack my school bag.
When I put the small mirror in my bag, I realized slightly that in fact, what I hated was not the gossip of others, but the gossip that was mixed with his own name.
I don't know how Zheng Yan will feel when she hears these words.
But she probably wouldn't know it now, because they really rarely talked about it in their dormitories.
Of course, this is only the initial state.
3
After the military training, the school began to organize art festivals.
Several girls who are usually more lively began to form a team, but when they heard that the instructor let Zheng Yan be in charge, they were very dissatisfied.
People are members of the Literary and Art Committee, and others are unwilling and helpless, and who calls this her unshirkable responsibility.
These words were all said by Zheng Yan herself.
She had come and asked me if I wanted to participate in their choreographed dance.
I was reluctant to get involved with them, and since I had been selected for the academy's debate team and was busy training, I rejected her on this ground.
"I'm sorry, the debate has to be trained, and it's hard for you here."
She said just that after I refused. She said: "I'm okay, who calls it is my responsibility. ”
I had something to say, but I was a little surprised by her answer, and I didn't know if it was deliberately said to me.
There is just a large mirror on the second floor of the teacher's office building, and the rehearsal location is set there, which is also convenient for the teachers of the Youth League Committee to review the program.
Every day at 5:30 p.m., the last class ends, and the rehearsal time is chosen at 7 o'clock after dinner every day.
Because those days happened to be the time when poor students applied for financial aid, I often ran to the office building.
Every time I would see a few boys wandering around the building intentionally or unintentionally, and finally quietly stuffing Zheng Yan with some drinks, snacks or something.
However, she did not seem to appreciate it, but it made other girls blush.
The girls who participated in the show were all hugged together in a group, so she was the only one left alone after the rehearsal every night.
At nine o'clock that night, I finished all the materials and came out of the teacher's office, choosing to go back to the dormitory with her.
We weren't very familiar with each other at the time, and we barely spoke along the way. The WeChat prompt of her mobile phone suddenly rang, startling both of us.
I subconsciously glanced at it, didn't see who was on the other end of the phone, only saw WeChat transfer of 10,000 yuan.
Four zeros, I can't read that wrong.
When I got here, the first thing that came to my mind was a very popular TV series some time ago: a young girl selling eggs on the black market.
As I walked, I awkwardly played with my phone, brushing Weibo indiscriminately, absent-minded. Ten thousand pieces is not a small amount for a college student.
She didn't care, but under the light of the mobile phone, I saw a very faint smile on her face. In fact, if you think about it carefully, she is such a bright person, and there are many people she knows, and it is estimated that the family is either rich or expensive.
I smacked my lips and felt like I was making a big fuss, looking like I had never seen anything in the world.
4
In the first semester of freshman year, we spent our time amid the laughter of various recreational activities. At the beginning of the second semester, the school began to prepare for the debate competitions of the various colleges.
A few of us who have just joined the debate team have successfully advanced to the final, eagerly preparing for our positions.
However, just the day before the competition, the director of the federation suddenly called: the senior who was originally the chairman of the school had dislocated his calf for a kilometer because of the physical test.
I don't know why, the first thing I thought of was Zheng Yan. With her appearance and temperament, there is no problem in being the interim president.
Under my good recommendation, the school authorities agreed with a hard head.
When I went to her bedroom with the chairman's draft in the evening to find her, she was alone in the room applying a mask.
"Squad leader, what's wrong?"
Trotting all the way, my breath was a little weak. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't asked her if I wanted to.
"Tomorrow the debate final needs a president ... Are you available? ”
"Yes."
She agreed, and I was relieved to hand over the manuscript to her. When explaining the game process to her, she inadvertently mentioned this sentence:
"Your side is still advantageous, although the promotion of AI has been replaced by many traditional positions, but as a new field that is being developed, it is destined to spawn more new jobs... At the current level of human social development, most people will never be unemployed. ”
She's talking about the overall main line that we're going to play.
I looked at her with a look of surprise on her face, and she turned to smile at me: "Personally, you don't care." ”
After the race, we were ready for a good meal to celebrate the victory. I wanted to ask Zheng Yan if she wanted to be together, but she disappeared as soon as she got there.
I didn't pay much attention to it, and as a result, when a group of people walked to the school gate, they just happened to see her.
She walked into the black Land Rover across the road with a middle-aged man who looked extraordinarily gentlemanly.
The man gently supported her waist behind her back and opened the car door for her. The hand never touched her.
In fact, the first person to notice Zheng Yan was not me, I followed the gaze of several of them and saw this scene in their noise.
Turning around, I said, "Her father has come to pick her up, rich children, there is nothing strange." ”
A few girls on the side glanced at her with sour faces and "cut" a sound.
"What a daddy, it's a daddy!"
5
A few of us saw this scene, and it didn't set off any big waves.
Towards the end of freshman year, the gossip about Zheng Yan gradually disappeared. It seems that the public aesthetic fatigue, or the freshness has passed.
But I was still too young.
When I saw Zheng Yan in a short video that received more than 200,000 likes, it was already the end of summer vacation and we were promoted to sophomore year.
The person who recorded the video was on her side, and only one side of Zheng Yan's face was recorded. She's dancing on a dance machine in a video game city, and it's been a hit lately, "Worth It."
It was as if when the music in the dance machine ended, she only noticed that someone was recording on her mobile phone.
The look in his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he did not shy away from raising an extraordinarily gentle smile to the camera.
The probability of the system recommending relevant videos to users in the same area is very large, and most of the people in the comment area are people in the same city, and naturally there are students from the same school who accidentally brushed up like me.
I opened the comments section and it said everything.
"What a pure sister."
"Isn't this our school flower?"
"Nightclub veteran."
"Want contact information Didi me, WeChat one hundred, phone number one hundred and five ..."
Most netizens are sour words, and some will also pull out some meat words and wantonly drag racing in the comment area. But they will all end up sending out a "funny" with a sentence of "don't spray me, I'm funny protector".
A lie told a thousand times is reality, and the reality in people's mouths is often just what they are willing to believe.
This wind came evilly, blowing out the "Dry Daddy Gate" that had been passed by before.
I don't know who said it, But Zheng Yan was raised by an old man with money. The man originally had a wife and children, let her be the second milk.
But I don't know why, no matter how much the rumor, I am willing to believe her. I seem to have expected such a clever and clever girl not to do such a stupid thing.
My roommate advised me to stay away from Zheng Yan more than once, and I only said, "Why are you so broken?" ”
There are still many boys around her, but they have changed from buying small gifts to flattering her to directly sending her red envelopes on WeChat, which may be one dollar, sometimes fifty cents.
The red envelope is accompanied by a sentence: Is one night enough?
Naked humiliation, she accepted all the orders, and said lightly: "Do you want a fool to send money?" ”
As the scolding in the school began, the comments at the bottom of the video became more and more difficult to hear. Violence in the adult world is often more horrific than school violence as a teenager.
Wearing a mask and hiding in the network, he is not responsible for his viciousness and pathology.
But Zheng Yan was not angry, but I was with a passion for blood, refuting those who insulted her one by one in the comment area, which constantly caused a scolding war.
"You saw it with your own eyes?"
"Are you a toad mouth, under-pumping?"
"One bite and one daddy, daddy is here."
No matter how hard the words are, I will add a "funny" to the end. He also consoled himself: This is irony.
There's no denying that I've always defended her.
Until one day, she ran to me crying: "Squad leader, I seem to have AIDS." ”
6
"Little girl, you're pregnant."
She was nauseous, couldn't eat, not aids, but pregnant.
I had nothing to say when I took the medical record book. But she kept talking and said that she would invite me to dinner to celebrate her escape.
I was dumbfounded, I really didn't know what she was already like, and what else to celebrate.
I didn't wear makeup or wash my hair that day, and I wore a mask and hat all the way, wrapping myself tightly. It seems like I did all the humiliating things.
"Squad leader, thank you for coming with me."
“……”
"Let's go eat that lamb stew!" She held me in her arms, her face full of joy at the rebirth.
I took off the hands that straddled my arms, and to the touch they felt like a dry chicken's feet.
"I'm not hungry, I don't need you please." After saying that, I turned my head and left, leaving her alone frozen in place in a daze.
She helped me, and I helped her, which is two clear. Who called us originally not very familiar, not called a good friend.
Unconsciously, I felt that I was getting farther and farther away from her, and when I turned my head, it turned out that she had also walked away in the opposite direction, and did not look back.
7
The pregnancy was finally known to the instructor. Zheng Yan's uncontrollable morning sickness after class every day is obvious to everyone.
They said that her mother had come to pick her up at school, dressed in very ordinary clothes. When I entered the office, I stepped on a pair of black rain boots, as if I was a worker in the farmer's market wholesale seafood.
As for how her mother pleaded bitterly in front of the instructor and how she burst into tears, they had already spread more and more divine word by them.
I just remember that Zheng Yan hadn't spoken to me since the last time they were apart, and when I saw her occasionally, she didn't squint and passed me by.
Only edited a long WeChat for me.
The content is probably that her father had uremia in her sophomore year of high school. Kidney dialysis went from being done twice a week to running to the hospital almost every day.
The family's savings have long been used up, and any subsidy from the school is a drop in the bucket.
The quickest way she could think of any way to make money was to sell her body.
In her sophomore year, her father's condition continued to deteriorate, and kidney replacement surgery required 300,000 yuan.
I finally learned how she could withstand being poked in the spine and why she was so happy when she knew she was pregnant.
I guess whether or not the child in her belly was shed, it was the last weapon she used to blackmail the man.
She's really smart, but so stupid.
At the end of that WeChat, she said: Don't contact in the future.
I really didn't contact her again.
Later, I received a private message with only eight words in my short video account: Squad leader, thank you for your protection.
Before the start of my junior year, I resigned as class president, probably under the spell of "class cadres can't work for four years."
After she was dropped out of school, I asked her how her father was doing, but unfortunately all I received was a red exclamation point.
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