Chapter 5 Five, hello, seventeen years old

I feel like I am drifting in a long dream.There seems to be nothing left, I can't see my body, maybe it has been annihilated as a part of the darkness.On both sides of the corridor, the scenery passed by at a high speed, dragging into a gorgeous aurora, enveloping me in eternal peace. I don't know how long it took, but I saw the light at the end of the corridor. I finally opened my eyes and truly saw this splendor. Then I saw one, Big Brother. There is also a big sister. There is also a little brother who looks like a high school student. Three people, wrestling together. "I don't believe it. What am I raising her for? What else can she do besides embarrassing me? Don't stop me, doesn't she want to die? I'll kill her now! I'll help her! Look at me! Don't kill her!"

This ward must be very cheap, and the family members are too noisy, and the nurses don't care. While they were yelling and scolding, I lay on the bed and stretched my neck, which was good; my buttocks could also move, indicating that I was not paraplegic; Being able to move means that the left and right legs are still there; although weak, her eyesight is normal and her face does not hurt, so she should not be disfigured. Thank goodness!Thank goodness! I turned my face sideways with difficulty, and squinted slightly to watch the three of them wrestle from the window to the door, my heart was filled with joy, and tears welled up in my eyes.

The last time I felt the urge to cry with joy was when I found out that my supposedly lost phone had actually been dropped under the car seat.This time I took a life, a complete life, and my beautiful appearance was preserved!Hallelujah!Amitabha! I was crying until my tears were blurred, when suddenly I felt a huge object swooping towards me—the next second my hair was pulled, and the elder brother directly grabbed my hair and dragged me off the bed! "Aren't you crazy! You'll be happy if you think our mother and I will die together!" The eldest sister was also a tall and burly figure, and she slammed her head against the waist of the elder brother. The elder brother couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground with the bedside table.The eldest sister's eyes were red, and she ran over, rubbing my face in a hurry: "Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

I was already very tired and sore all over, but when this big man pulled me suddenly, large snowflakes appeared in front of my eyes. "You're sick!" I yelled. "Do you have the quality! You try to touch me again! I called the police! If you want to make a noise, get out and make a noise in the public ward. Do you think this is your vegetable market? Where are the doctors and nurses!" There was a long silence in the room. The big brother Jinlian was still leaning on the bedside table, sitting on the ground dumbfounded, his mouth shut from ear to ear. "Mediocre, mediocre..." The eldest sister was also frightened by me, tears fell down, and she began to rub my face with more concern.I was so disgusted by the stranger's touch that I raised my arm and opened her hand, which shocked her even though it didn't take much effort.

"Sister, did you recognize the wrong person?" I leaned against the wall and stood up, and walked towards the door as fast as I could—I had to find a doctor quickly, or her husband would kill the wrong person—but when my hand touched the doorknob, I froze for a moment: this door, why? It doesn't look like a hospital door.I turned around and belatedly surveyed the room behind me. Pink walls, white desks, bed sheets with colorful flowers, Hello Kitty pillows, Smurfs schoolbags... Zhang Xiaoman, run, you have been kidnapped by a perverted lolicon family! I pulled the door open and ran away, crossing the living room to the door without even putting on my shoes.After I pushed open the safety door, I heard chaotic footsteps behind me: "Pingping, where are you going? Pingping!"

Ping your grandma a ghost!I was so frightened that I couldn't stop crying, but it was a pity that I had been in bed for too long, my legs had no strength, and I had more energy than energy. Before going down two floors, I was grabbed by the arm by someone who came behind me. This time it was the tall, thin boy with acne. Soon the perverted couple also chased after me. He grabbed me and dragged me upstairs. As soon as my helper yelled out a word, the perverted man slapped half of his face, blocked his nose and mouth, and couldn't breathe. I was dragged back to the living room of that house, the security door was slammed shut behind me, and the perverted man slapped me on the head, making me stagger and kneel on the ground. He picked up a belt from the sofa and raised his hand to Twitch, the perverted elder sister rushed over to block in front of me, and was hit hard.

I took this life for nothing, my old lady will fight with you today!I gritted my teeth, grabbed the stainless steel broomstick in the corner of the living room, got up with one hand on the ground, and rushed towards that pervert! Then I saw the hallway mirror behind him. Who is that girl holding a broomstick in the mirror? The eldest sister got up and hugged me from behind. Pingping, Pingping, what's wrong with you, don't you know your parents?Pingping, look at mom, look at mom, woo woo woo... She squatted on the ground and began to cry bitterly, but at this moment, I seemed to be covered in a drum, and all voices were wrapped in a membrane, which was isolated from my world.

There is only one mirror in my world, and when I approach her, that strange short-haired girl also walks into me. I touched my rough, chubby face in front of the mirror. Even the hand touching the face was fleshy. When I opened it, the back of the hand sank into five ingot pits unique to fat people; fleshy nose, single eyelid, triple white eyes, When staring at the mirror, there is a taste of insensitivity. who are you? The desk calendar on the TV cabinet fell to the ground because of our scuffle. September 27. Year 2003. Words failed me. I sat in the corner of the sofa, the couple was still arguing, but the man clearly had the upper hand, he should be the master of the family.

Intermittently, I probably understood that this "Wang Pingping" committed suicide after the high school entrance examination. She lost blood, temperature and oxygen. Jumped up again. Throughout the summer vacation, my body recovered, but my mind was always in a stupid state. Except for eating and drinking, I couldn’t focus my eyes. It was approaching the start of school, and I couldn’t drink a drop of water. Today is the third day of hunger strike.The child's mother is in a hurry, but the burly man firmly believes that the child deserves a beating, and he has learned the unscrupulous manners outside at a young age, and even went on a hunger strike. I will let you die!

But I don't believe in these nonsense. The most reasonable guess is that I did survive after the car accident, but I was kidnapped by this couple and put under house arrest through unknown means; the bloated body and strange appearance belonging to "Wang Pingping" were all caused by hormones and The operation was completed. I don’t know if it’s a simple reminiscence of a daughter or a deeper conspiracy; as for this nonsense in 2003, it’s easier to explain. I spent money to find a few professional art and props personnel for movies and TV shows. It can be arranged. I looked down at these fat black hands, and had to suppress the overwhelming sadness in my heart to continue thinking.

Don't cry, Zhang Xiaoman, keep thinking. No matter how realistic the setting in 2003 is, it is limited to this house at best, just like the hero of "Goodbye Lenin", who wants to successfully pretend that the Berlin Wall never fell, and must prevent his mother from leaving the house. Just as I was thinking, a bowl of porridge was pushed in front of me.The younger brother with acne said: "Eat something, you have been in three days..." Before he finished speaking, I took the bowl and put it in my mouth with big spoonfuls.The younger brother with acne was stunned for a moment, jumped three feet high, turned his head and ran towards the kitchen: "Dad, Mom, my sister ate something!" I looked at the back of this kid jumping.Soon, the couple also ran out of the kitchen. The eldest sister had red eye circles and was almost crying with joy. The burly man was more reserved and didn't smile, but the corners of his eyes and brows were loose, and he was very happy when he saw it. Tsk, the acting is quite entertaining. Maybe it's really a family of three who became obsessed with remembering their daughter.This Wang Pingping died a long time ago. Half of the content of the quarrel between the couple is true. Their own daughter Wang Pingping did commit suicide. It’s just that they couldn’t accept it and had hallucinations. Stories to comfort yourself. If these three people are really crazy, the best way is to accompany them to continue the performance, find a chance to run out, use the mobile phone to call 110, my dad and Lao He. I thought about it silently, and quickly drank a bowl of porridge.I'm so hungry, I can't help it even if I put poison in the porridge. "Is there any more?" "Yes, yes, yes, just wait!" The eldest sister stammered excitedly, picked up the bowl and ran to the kitchen, "I still have half a fish at home, and fried pork with garlic sprouts, do you want to eat it? I'll bring it to you Come here, eat whatever you want..." An awkward silence returned in the living room.I decided to try it out. "Dad," I said awkwardly to a man in his forties, "I want to go to school." Anyway, they definitely won't let me go out, but the reason and the way they stop me can let me judge whether they are completely crazy or not—— "Okay, I'll see you off with your mother after dinner." ha? The burly man was also a little excited: "Enough of the trouble, you can understand something, as long as you want to go, if you don't go, even if I kill you today, I have to send the dead!" I froze. At this time, the eldest sister came over with a smile on her face and put the food on the coffee table in front of me. If my reasoning is correct, the bowl must have been poisoned this time. However I was wrong. Everything is wrong. There was no poison in that bowl of porridge. 2003 is not a trick of TV drama art set. I squeezed into the bus with this couple, watched several people answering the phone with blue screen Nokia or PHS, the little boy in the seat by the window had a great time playing snake, and occasionally Looking up and looking around, the proud expression of "I have a mobile phone" is definitely not fake. There is no Lane Crawford, no Apple flagship store on Zhongshan Road, and the row upon row of Baleno is bustling with pure clapping shops. The billboard of Semir’s spokesperson is brand new, and Nicholas Tse and Twins smiled at me in 2003. I huddled next to a middle-aged man who smelled of cumin, and watched the car parked at the gate of No. 1 Middle School. I was pulled out of the car by my wife, walked into the gate in a daze, walked through the shady tree shadows and the spacious hall, and stood in front of the class teacher in a daze. I couldn't hear what they were saying. I was pushed forward and continued to follow the class teacher in a daze. I haven't squeezed a bus for a long time.I drive a Mercedes and just made the decision last month to switch to a Porsche. I don't live in Tongzilou.My yard is full of roses and cannas. Everyone says I'm good-looking. I go to the gym every day. I have long legs, a thin waist, and a vest line. There are also beautiful clothes and designer bags in the entire cloakroom. At the best time of my life, I had everything just right, independence, freedom, taste, fun...why?Why should I do it all over again? Those who are clamoring to return to youth don't understand at all, youth is nothing, youth is worthless, everyone has youth, the most precious thing is later, the tomorrow you gambled with your youth. Now I'm broke. I turned my head and saw a tearful fat man on the window pane in the corridor. The head teacher walked to the door of a classroom, knocked on the door, and interrupted the teacher's lecture inside. I quickly lowered my head, not wanting others to see me, a crying pig. "Wang Pingping? You go to the empty seat in the first row first, and then transfer after the afternoon shift meeting." I hung my head numbly and stepped into the classroom. "Zhang Xiaoman, she is just recovering from illness, you should take care of her more. Mr. Liu, you can continue with the class." Zhang Xiaoman. She said Zhang Xiaoman. I raised my head. In the bright classroom, in the middle of the first row, a thin, fair girl with long hair stood up and made an empty seat for me. "Hello, sit down quickly." She said with a smile. I stared blankly at her. Hello, seventeen-year-old Zhang Xiaoman.