Chapter 12 12. Melee

Lao He was fumbling through all the pockets on his body, and he knew at a glance that he was looking for cigarettes.Hearing my address, she paused, looked at me in confusion, and then showed a small smug smile. "Oh fuck, you know me?" There are too many modal particles, virtue. I was so busy breathing, my mouth was so dry that I couldn't even secrete a little bit of saliva, so I could only shake my head to show that I hadn't admired your name for a long time.Lao He didn't care, and continued to touch the cigarette while talking to himself: "Old He...it's cool, yes, let them all be called Lao He!"

"In the mixed society, the more complicated the name, the more you will reveal your tenderness; if it's simple, it's called Lao He, and it's natural to carve it, and you can tell that you have gone through many vicissitudes, and you should not be underestimated, understand?" I said slowly in a hoarse voice. Say. "...What can't be underestimated?" She blinked her eyes and asked me. You fucking told me this passage yourself! I remember it was her 30th birthday, and we celebrated her in Old Man Gao’s shop. Lao He drank a little too much, and told me that she once dominated Yinglang Middle School and made all junior high school students fearful. At that time, people gave her nickname "He Tieshou" was later inexplicably changed to Lao He.

At that time, I thought it was very suspicious that Lao He's cultural level could say the four words that should not be underestimated, and now it has finally been confirmed. She really didn't recognize it. But at this moment, I undoubtedly moved the 21-year-old Lao He.She took the initiative to walk into the canteen next to her, bought me a bottle of mineral water, and wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes by the way. She searched all her pockets and found that she didn't have enough money. Lao He handed over the water and asked me to moisten my throat. "Tell me specifically, how did you hear about my reputation?"

I can't explain why I know Mr. He who is thirty-five years old and still unmarried.But I know that the best way to answer a difficult problem is to throw a new one.I asked in surprise, "You don't know me? Then why did you save me in the Internet cafe just now?" Lao He replied very casually: "I don't know, maybe... I think it's a handy way for you to help me when you're just starting out." The Daocheng juvenile hooligan group really shines with the light of humanity that cares for the younger generation. "Then what do you want to bring a knife into the Internet cafe? To steal money? To seek revenge? Why don't you have more people, just yourself, it's not okay at all." She continued to ask.

Sure enough, she completely forgot about her first question. "Oh," I said honestly, "I got the knife from the fruit stand. I wanted to kill myself, but it hurt too much, so I took it easy." Lao He laughed "hahahaha" so that people all over the street looked sideways at us.Through the transom mirror of the canteen, I saw Wang Pingping, whose face was bleeding from half of his face, and felt extremely absurdly peaceful in my heart. "Then do you still want to die?" I shook my head: "I don't know." "Don't even dare to die, why don't I take you to make a big ticket?" She became excited, took the water in my hand, unscrewed it, took a few sips without avoiding suspicion, and handed it back to me: " Rinse your face with water. Forget it, let me wash it for you. Hey, by the way, what's your name?"

"My name is--" Old He recklessly poured water on my head, and accidentally rushed into my nose, choking my eyes sour.I lowered my head and rubbed for a long time, shaking the water droplets on my hair, I calmed down and looked up at her. "Just call me Xiao Wang." I said. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……" When I was so tired of the world in 2003 that I wanted to cut my wrists, I met Lao He who had been helping me settle everything. Although she was a little tender, the moment I saw her just now, I even thought about jumping at her. She confided in her arms and asked her what to do, then hugged her and cried bitterly, followed her home.

Never thought. Fourteen years ago, Lao He was a mentally handicapped man who would squat on the ground and laugh for five minutes because of the homonym of "Xiao Wang Ba". She laughed enough and stood up, looking at me: "No, I can't call you Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang looks like an insurance seller. What's your name, Wang?" The young Lao He, dressed in Shamat, is full of vigor, with a frank face that wants to make friends, and bright lights are shining in his eyes. I took a deep breath and looked at her with a smile: "My name is Zhang Xiaoman." At least in front of her, I can get back my own name.

Old He Chi sincerely invited me to meet her brothers, but I really didn’t want to be found by her parents because she skipped school and disappeared. Wang Pingping’s father was very strong and had a bad temper. I even gave up suicide. "Okay, I'll know the way here, and I'll be there after turning a corner. Give me your mobile phone number, and I'll call you." "No. 1 Middle School? Hey, you're doing really well in your studies," Old He looked around excitedly, "Don't you have a mobile phone? You don't even have a PHS?" I casually made up a reason: "I had a conflict with my family and it was confiscated. I will have it when I get it back."

Lao He's expression was a little pity.It can be seen that she admires me and wants to develop me into their gang, but it is a pity that I am a good student whose mobile phone will be confiscated by my parents. "Fine." We speak with one voice. I like to learn from Lao He when I have nothing to do.Whenever she was helpless, she would pause and say, okay. Lao He was stunned again, and his regretful expression was quickly replaced by the surprise of "Sure enough, he still has a temper". What a simple rogue. She waved behind me and shouted enthusiastically, come out and play when you have time, Zhang Xiaoman!

I couldn't hold it back, and cried. Salty tears seeped into the tiny wounds on my cheeks drawn by the branches, and there were fine and dense pains. I walked into the school through the gate smoothly again.I haven't eaten anything all afternoon, and now I'm so hungry that my chest sticks to my back.Wang Pingping's body is really easy to get hungry, I have realized it since yesterday, no wonder the aluminum lunch box her mother prepared for her is two circles larger than other people's. Walking into the classroom, I went straight to my lunch box hanging on the table, and ate up all the hairtail and rice, holding back the smell.Scratching the bottom of the lunch box with an iron spoon made a crisp sound. Looking at the lunch box with not a single grain of rice left, I suddenly felt a little sad.

A man with glasses (it seems to be the one who was reprimanded by me after laughing at me yesterday) came in from the front door, passed by my desk, saw the clean lunch box, clicked tut tut several times, and ran to the classroom in a gust of wind before I could react. Go to the back row. He must be thinking about the dead fat man. I took out a tissue from my schoolbag, wiped my mouth, closed the lid of the lunch box, and silently put it away. This is the second day I came to this world, and also the second day I became Wang Pingping.Yesterday, the man with glasses teased me for being a fat man. I didn't feel it at all. Anyway, he was scolding Wang Pingping—but just now, those few tsk tsks suddenly made me angry. Am I starting to think he's insulting "me"? This realization made me panic.From my desk, I dug out the plan that I randomly listed yesterday—an analysis of Wang Pingping's own quality and family conditions, the preparations that need to be made to "protect Zhang Xiaoman's safe life past thirty" one, two, three, four... On the messy paper, it is not surprising to see a row of "lose weight, lose weight, lose weight, lose weight, you must lose weight". I put my hand on my stomach, spread my fingers apart, and stroke the soft, protruding fat.Whether I like to admit it or not, it's a part of who I am. Since there is no need to cut your wrists, let's live first, stop thinking about so many useless things, and take the first positive step - get up and go to the bathroom to spit out half of your lunch. The starch content of rice is too high, I would rather eat more meat than eat so much rice. I rushed into the women's room and stuck my index finger in my mouth and scratched my throat.Xiaoye recommended a novel to me before, in which the heroine had bulimia. In order to avoid obesity, she would pick her throat to induce vomiting after eating. After vomiting, the capillaries around the eyes burst, and one eye became blood red. Although this method is unhealthy, I can only give it a try, and remember to eat less in the future. I vomited for a long time, uttered a lot of horrible howls, and finally succeeded in inducing vomiting. I spat into the squatting toilet, and quickly stepped on the flush button. While rinsing my mouth in the sink, I heard crying again. A very familiar cry. I searched for the squatting position on the inner side, and found Miss Xing Guizhi, who turned her back inward like a female ghost, without any surprise. "Did you pull your pants down again?" I asked softly. Xing Guizhi turned her head in a rage, and saw that it was me, her expression calmed down, and she shook her head, her eyes were red as if a blood vessel had burst. "Jiang He," she said with a strong cry, "Jiang He knows that I was the one who pulled his pants yesterday." No wonder there was a clamor to change seats this morning. "Oh, no wonder he made a fuss about changing seats... Hey, let me be clear first, I didn't say anything," I raised my hands in surrender, "It's not me, it's really not me." She bowed her head and continued to cry.Because of my deep hatred with Xing Guizhi, there was really no reason to comfort her. I touched my nose and tiptoed towards the door, intending to leave her some private space. "It's Zhang Xiaoman." Xing Guizhi said in a low voice.I couldn't help but stop. Xing Guizhi raised her head and stared at me with red eyes: "I told you yesterday that she is not a good person, and she will definitely frame me! Zhang Xiaoman has always been like this, she has bad intentions! She..." "Say one more thing, believe it or not, I put your head in the toilet?" My voice was not high, but Xing Guizhi still flinched in shock. If she decides that Zhang Xiaoman is telling the truth, I can't sit idly by.Originally, our beautiful girl was easily hated by the same sex, so it's okay for Xing Guizhi to be nervous, but when she complained so pitifully, wouldn't the other female students in the class hate Zhang Xiaoman to death?What a banner of righteous speech, there must be many people hiding under the banner of justice to vent their jealousy and dissatisfaction with Zhang Xiaoman. I restrained my hostility and asked her as gently as possible: "Why do you think it's her?" "Because, uh, because, uh." Xing Guizhi was so scared that I was short of breath, cried violently, hiccupped violently when I spoke, couldn't communicate at all, and flushed with anxiety. Suddenly a voice came from behind me: "Because Zhang Xiaoman is a bitch." who!Depend on!You are the whore!Why do you scold her, do you know how hard she worked? ! I angrily turned around, whoever was talking, and punched him in the face—and then I saw the burns on his neck. The fist barely stopped in mid-air. The girl looked at me coldly, and smiled contemptuously: "Scared you?" I know her.Her name is Liang Shengmei. I am a person with a very bad memory.But if you ask me if there is one thing I particularly regret in my life, I will answer Liang Shengmei's name. Liang Shengmei saw that I was stunned, and asked mockingly, did you scare me? At that moment, I almost thought that she had penetrated Wang Pingping's skin and recognized my soul, just to return this sentence of revenge to me. To be honest, if I were Liang Shengmei, she wouldn't have the right to complain about killing Zhang Xiaoman. Forget it, she can call me a bitch, as long as she is happy, I won't lose a piece of meat. Liang Shengmei is holding her arms. She is 1.75 meters tall and has a better figure than any model. When I was Zhang Xiaoman, I was half a head shorter than her. Besides, Wang Pingping is only 1.6 meters. When looking at her, I really need to look up. "What's the use of crying with a follower?" Liang Shengmei ignored me and turned to Xing Guizhi, "Follow me!" Xing Guizhi was still hiccupping, looking at Liang Shengmei with misty tearful eyes, Liang Shengmei pulled Xing Guizhi away without saying a word. I didn't know what she was going to do, and I felt uneasy, so I hurriedly followed. Liang Shengmei was wearing a V-neck T-shirt, with her head held high, showing her scars calmly, walking through the corridors like a model walking a runway, not shy at all, completely different from my memory of her in junior high school. Wang Pingping was short and his knees were still a little bit inward. It was very difficult to catch up with Liang Shengmei, who was advancing at full speed, and he almost tripped.When passing the stairwell, Teng Zhen went downstairs with a group of buddies, and when he saw the three of us, he looked curious. As expected.Liang Shengmei dragged Xing Guizhi straight to the classroom, stood at the door and shouted: "Zhang Xiaoman, come out." The students in the class were all very surprised. The class monitor, the party secretary, stood up and explained: "Student, Zhang Xiaoman is not here." I breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that Jiang He said he was going to invite her to dinner, and I asked her how to get rid of Xing Guizhi——bad, wouldn't this be even more inexplicable? I've already said that Jiang He is a fucking shit-stirring stick. Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive.Jiang He's suspicious voice sounded behind us: "Why are you all blocking the door, let it go, let it go!" Zhang Xiaoman and Jiang He came late, Zhang Xiaoman was four or five steps behind, as if deliberately drawing a clear line with Jiang He along the way. I believe she doesn't really want to have an affair with this silly roe deer. Liang Shengmei looked at Xing Guizhi: "Is this Jiang He?" Xing Guizhi flinched again, trembling and silent, her expression had already admitted everything. Liang Shengmei's face was gloomy, and she went straight to the point: "I ask you, who told you?" "Say what?" "You know it in your heart." It is estimated that Liang Shengmei is not good at talking about Xing Guizhi's embarrassment yesterday, so she can only describe it this way, "I will ask you, who instigated you when you changed seats." "I don't want to sit at the same table with her, what's the matter? Which class are you in, who are you, it's none of your business!" Jiang He's voice was very loud. I noticed that many people from our class and the class next door stood in the corridor, and some people gathered at the door, listening to the wall with their ears up. "Zhang Xiaoman, if you have a conscience, admit it quickly, are you chewing your tongue behind your back?" I found out that Liang Shengmei is also very strong, who would admit it?After asking for a long time, the audience was confused, and I was worried for nothing. "How dare you say you don't know?" Liang Shengmei was reluctant. Zhang Xiaoman shook his head: "What do you know? I didn't understand what you were talking about." After she finished speaking, she saw me, her expression froze, she avoided my eyes, and lowered her head.I was a little puzzled, but suddenly remembered that yesterday at the side of the football field, Zhang Xiaoman told me that she stopped the troublemaker from returning to work to see the situation. At that time, she tacitly knew that something happened to Xing Guizhi. Maybe it's because she's afraid of my rebellion. After all, in her opinion, we don't know each other well. Besides, I'm standing aggressively near Liang Shengmei. Does she think we're the same? Idiot, I'm probably the one who protects you the most in this world. Your mother doesn't even love you that much. "What's the matter with Zhang Xiaoman?" Jiang He jumped, "I don't want to sit at the same table with her. She can poop in her pants. Who knows if there will be a next time!" A tidal wave of discussion swept the corridor. Xing Guizhi blushed to the point of bleeding, cried out loudly, squatted on the ground and covered her face.Liang Shengmei's expression froze. Jiang He continued his efforts: "Zhang Xiaoman still speaks nice things about her, but you're going to beat her up, why are you always targeting her?" It's over, it's over, it's over. I feel cold. Liang Shengmei deserved to be the first in the exam, and quickly caught the signs in Jiang He's dialect. "So Zhang Xiaoman really knows? What good things did you say? Let me guess? Although I told you that it was Xing Guizhi yesterday, although I gossip behind my back, and although I framed and smeared others, I advise you not to care about Xing Guizhi and advise you to treat your female classmates. Better, right? Zhang Xiaoman, you know this best, shameless." I was so angry that I was about to rush over to tear Liang Shengmei apart, but just as I opened my mouth, Jiang He's voice overwhelmed me. "You fart! Zhang Xiaoman didn't frame her, it's Xing Guizhi the fuck! Don't think I don't beat women!" Jiang He, you idiot! One sentence completely convicted Zhang Xiaoman. The students around were talking about it, some were surprised and some were excited. Yesterday, it was the double surprise of Xing Guizhi and Zhang Xiaoman's insidious whistleblower who pulled their pants, which probably would be enough for them to discuss until next weekend. I looked worriedly at Zhang Xiaoman who was in the center of the storm. Her lips were a little pale, but she was still calm. I understand why she doesn't defend herself.Both Liang Shengmei and Jiang He had much louder voices than her, and yelling in public was not her style.More importantly, there is no way to prove the words of the heart. Zhang Xiaoman's composure suddenly collapsed after her gaze was fixed in a certain direction.Her face turned pale, and her mouth was tightly pursed. I followed her gaze and saw Teng Zhen with a curious face in the crowd.