Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Don't Hurt My Left Breast

Before going to bed at night, I washed and washed my body.Warm water flows down from the nozzle, forming a beautiful umbrella shape.In the past, my mother always made the light bulbs in the bathroom so small that the light was as dim as moonlight.Now, I have changed the brightest light bulb, which is very bright, as bright as the sun. When I raised my head to catch the warm water, I seemed to see the rain on the sunny day falling, falling to the ground. on my smooth body.This is the time when I am the most critical of myself, let the warm water wash every corner and crevice of my body clean.Warm water also brings tiredness and restlessness, the restless kind of restlessness.I won't say it, you know, I'm an eighteen-year-old girl.There is a very large mirror on the wall of the bathroom, which was pasted by my mother before.Such a large mirror is suitable for her.She is not particularly tall, but the mirror can tell how tall and how big her heart is.Of course, in the dim bathroom, the mirror can also tell Mom that her wet body is still firm and smooth.She hasn't come home yet.

I'm always patient in the shower now, I have long hair and I have to carefully rinse the windflakes out of it.I sweat a lot, my feet in my marine boots, my chest, back, and armpits in my polyester school uniform, all needing a good wash.Today I am not only careful, but also careful.My left breast, which was punched and stroked, is still swollen and painful.I looked at it under the light and warm water. There was a small bruise mark on it, which was punched out or wrung out, but it was still plump, even firmer than the right breast. Touching its nipple, I poured warm water on it, and it jumped tremblingly. It was like a girl. If it was written, it should be written as her.

When I go to sleep, I carefully lie on my left side.In this way, my left breast can rest gently on the mat.The green bamboo mat is soaked in cold, which relieves its swelling and pain.I vaguely thought of Director Ren’s nephew, his hand was sweating so much, it was still not warm when he pressed it against my left breast, like a dead snake.At dawn, I woke up and found that my left breast had been gently pinched by my right hand. When I went to school, there was no swelling and pain in my left breast, no saliva on my body, the torn school uniform had been replaced, and even the hand that the nephew of the director of the school had touched me was forgotten by me.When I arrived at the school, it was still early, the Binhe Road was full of traffic, and there were few pedestrians on the street.A few paulownia trees outside the gate of the iron fence were damp and misty, and a person was waiting for me leaning against the trunk. This was Zhu Zhu.

Zhu Zhu's face was unusually serious, this was the first time she acted like a monitor in front of me.She said, Fengzi, tell me well, what did you and Xiaoren do yesterday? I was taken aback, my face became hot, and I quickly poohed loudly, and I said, what did I do?What does this have to do with you? Zhu Zhu looked at me carefully, like a policeman contemplating how to get the suspect to speak.I was very uncomfortable being looked at by her, I said, what's the matter, what's the matter, Zhu Zhu, he touched my breast yesterday. Zhu Zhu oh, she said, breasts? ...Xiao Ren committed suicide.

No one can determine when he committed suicide, and even the police can only say that he died, a suicide, not a homicide.He hanged himself in the bathroom with two women's stockings, the other ends of which were tied to the screws that held the nozzles in place.The police said that the stockings were brown and probably new. They had been washed twice and dried twice in the sun.But no one knows where they came from.Director Ren may understand a little bit, but she has passed out.Song Xiaodou may know a little bit, she lives upstairs from him.But Song Xiaodou said that he had never heard anything, never heard of it.

That morning, the entire school delayed its start time.Many people ran to the residence of Director Ren's nephew, hoping to see some surprising or frightening scenes.I went there too after Zhuju pulled me, but I said I won't go, I don't want to go.However, she still pulled me away, she said, if you don't go, it will make others suspicious.I was confused, I said, suspicious, suspicious of what I do?Zhu Zhu said, forget it, if you don't tell, no one will know that you are the person involved.I was anxious, and I said, what is a party?Zhu Zhu said, maybe not the person involved, but someone who had something to do with his death anyway.I was still in a hurry, and I said, what does it matter to me?Zhu Zhu stopped, stared at me and sneered, everyone in the class knew that he wanted you to meet him alone.You go, let him touch your... breasts, and then, he dies.I gasped, my lips and teeth were chattering, and I wanted to tell her, what's touching breasts, I've done anything worse than that!But I am really speechless.

When we got down to the building, we saw a lot of people climbing up and down the stairs, like a light wire full of flies.The police cars and ambulances parked at the edge of the plantain bushes, the snorting dogs in holsters, all of this created an inexplicable excitement.It was an old-fashioned red brick building, and the stairs were all exposed to the outside. The stairs were connected to the balcony, and the door opened on the balcony.My eyes jumped one floor up, Song Xiaodou's door was closed tightly, the olive curtains were drawn tightly, and there was an olive dress hanging on the balcony, olive is her color now .The skirt hanging on the balcony looked like Song Xiaodou was standing on the balcony with her hands behind her back.In every fashion magazine, olive women are mysterious women with eyes like those of a lion.Yes, yes, you are right, it is the lion, the lion in the sphinx in the African desert.

Oh, I actually said it so far and so mysteriously because Song Xiaodou mentioned lions, but isn't everything that happened here mysterious? At that time, the crowd stirred up in the red brick building, and Director Ren's nephew was jolted down. The deceased Director Ren’s nephew, people who knew his name and mentioned him all called him Xiaoren, or Director Ren’s nephew, until he died and disappeared, and people would still call him that.He was wrapped in a white sheet, and the slanted stretcher seemed empty due to his small size.The crowd moved sideways, all pretending to cover their noses.I didn't smell the smell of corpses, but I know that dead people tend to stink in summer.Eva once wrote that dead people smell of stinky salted fish, and dead emperors, civilians, beauties and lepers all smell the same.I just thought, poor director Ren's nephew, is he the same as the emperor now?

We haven't smelled anything yet, but Zhu Zhu is already retching.She said, Fengzi, let's go now. Three days later in the afternoon, Paozhong held a farewell ceremony at the funeral home for the director's nephew.Director Ren proposed that student representatives should participate.She said it was ridiculous for a teacher to die in the line of duty without students attending.Oh yes, the obituary says he died in the line of duty.If you think about it, this is also true. If a teacher dies in his own school, it should be called a death in line of duty, right?The number of student representatives was implemented in our class, and there were exactly ten places.

No matter who goes or not, Song Xiaodou authorizes Zhu Zhu to go whoever you say.Zhu Zhu first asked everyone to sign up freely, but no one responded.There was a computer class that afternoon, which was more than an addiction to online games. After class, there was also a class football game. The boys naturally refused to let it go, and the girls were also waiting to cheer for their stars.Zhu Zhu panicked, looked at me, and I said, I'll go.She looked at Tao Tao again, and Tao Tao said, I'll go.Ali and Jingui also said that we will go too.Zhu Zhu said that there are still five people short.Tao Tao threw a paper dumpling onto the stage, and Zhu Zhu opened it to look at it, and named five people's names.

Those five people are the same kind of people, every class has this kind of people, shrunken, all of them are very shriveled, short, timid, stupid, usually hide in the corner like moles, we never see them clear.When Song Xiaodou mentioned them, he liked to use one word, slag.The whole school is cleaned up, she said, our class will not let even the dregs be spared.The tug-of-war in the sports meeting, she said, our class will use even the scum.The slags didn't say a word, they always lowered their heads, and did whatever they were called.Zhu Zhu named these five names, and added a sentence, each person will add ten points to the conduct points at the end of the term.However, one slag objected shockingly, saying, I have other things tomorrow afternoon.Like Song Xiaodou, Zhu Zhu snorted and said, personal matters are small, but school matters are big. However, he also sneered and said, school matters are none of my business! No scumbag has ever dared to speak like this, and even sneered.I looked at him sideways, his face was pale, his eyes were terribly hollowed out, and his upper and lower lips were covered with youthful red bumps.I knew that this guy wanted to take the opportunity to rebel.Zhu Zhu was bored for a while, and said very seriously, don't be heartless when talking and doing things alone.Xiao Ren... the teacher died in the line of duty, his bones were still cold... The man sneered again and said, ×, he didn't ask for it! Tao Tao stood up, strode to his seat, grabbed his collar and lifted him up, raised his hand and slapped him hard. ×, Tao Tao said, you asked for this too. That guy didn't resist, didn't cry, he still sneered and said, what's wrong with asking for it, your dad didn't ask for it!Your mother's widowhood is not self-inflicted! Tao Tao froze there and couldn't speak.The class was eerily quiet.Tao Tao must be thinking, no one laughs, but everyone laughs in their hearts.That slag raised his head, and directed the red bumps all over his face towards Tao Tao's eyes and nose. However, he immediately slapped another big slap on the face.Jingui was sitting behind him on the left. Jingui straightened up, separated two tables, turned him around, and slapped him in the face.This slap was louder than Tao Tao's, blood spurted from Zhazha's nose and the corners of his mouth, Zhazha threw himself on the seat and wept.Jingui didn't say anything, just rubbed his left hand with his right hand, and sat down again. On the day the body bid farewell, it was raining lightly all the time.Opposite the funeral parlor is a dairy farm, which is now deserted. The walls of the yard have collapsed, and the gate is ajar. The grass and trees in the yard are growing vigorously, so green that it hurts the eyes.The sun pierced through the gaps in the rain, and the wet ground, tiled houses, and leaves... all smoked out a white mist of mist.Who would have the heart to dance when the living bid farewell to the dead?Director Ren's nephew was lying among the plastic flowers, curled up into a very small ball, his neck was strangled by women's stockings, and now he was wearing a white stiff collar and royal blue tie, nothing could be seen up.The farewell room was small and small. There was a student standing at the door handing out roses, yellow ones, red ones, and white ones. Everyone who entered could get one and put it on the feet of Director Ren’s nephew.He was wearing a pair of mille-soled cloth shoes. The white soles were covered with black threads, like a person's face covered with mosquitoes.When we bowed to put the flowers, the soles of the shoes were silent above our heads, like a pensive face.It was still raining outside, our hair and clothes were tightly stuck to our faces and flesh by the rain, and the room was full of the smell of medicine and rain.Sophomore? The ten people in class one, Zhu Zhu, were in the front, and the beaten slag was at the end. We walked around the body with our heads bowed, only the scumbag stared fiercely at the dead man with his head bowed. Gritting his teeth, the red bumps on his face swelled into a purple liver color. After leaving the farewell room, we shook hands with the relatives of the deceased one by one.In addition to Director Ren, there are several men and women with the same broad chin, probably from the Ren family.Director Ren's hands are firm, powerful, and calloused. Anyone who holds this kind of woman's hand once will never forget it in their lifetime.After shaking hands, we stood along the eaves to hide from the rain and waited for the rain to stop.But thinking about it afterwards, we didn't seem to be waiting for the rain to stop, but rather waiting for someone to come. By the time it was all over, I mean, the whole farewell ceremony and the rain had come to an end, and far away, we all saw a man coming in the pitted rain.He was tall and thin, and his steps were firm, but he also swayed uncontrollably. His big feet stepped on the puddles, like a wheel running over, splashing a large amount of water and white hot steam. .Zhu Zhu stabbed me, she said, Who do you think it is?I said, I can't see it.I'm telling the truth, my eyes are so steaming that I can't keep them open. Zhu Zhu said, stop pretending. Just saying that, the man had already walked to the door of the farewell room.Everyone looked at him with surprised eyes, but he didn't look at anything. Through the rain curtain, he first bowed to the person lying in the room, and then took a cigarette from the hand of the flower maker. Yellow Rose went in.When he went in, the last person had just come out.Both of them walked very cautiously, and naturally they would not bump into each other like they usually do in movies.They just stood there, staring at each other for a while.One said, Hello, Miss Song.One said, is that you, Bao Jingsheng? I also recognized Bao Jingsheng the moment Song Xiaodou called out to him.He had grown so much that it was as if he had been split in three with an axe, leaving only the middle part. He was so skinny.He was still wearing his spring uniform, wrapped in what looked like a flagpole.It's just that his head is still as big, or even bigger, with nostrils, eyes and mouth like caves, overlooking the petite Song Xiaodou.Song Xiaodou didn't say anything, turned aside to Bao Jingsheng, and walked out the door.But Bao Jingsheng blocked the door. Bao Jingsheng asked Song Xiaodou, are you surprised that I am coming? Song Xiaodou didn't speak. Bao Jingsheng said again, the students came to bid farewell to the teacher, did they do anything wrong? That's right, Song Xiaodou said, you did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong, so Bao Jingsheng said, why do you want me to be kicked out of school? We all stood under the eaves and listened carefully. The sound of rainwater dripping from the tile trough was shocking.It took a long time before I heard Song Xiaodou speak, and there was a sneer and trembling in her words.She spoke English, probably to tell Bao Jingsheng to get out, but maybe just to ask him to get out of the way, she wants to come out.In her voice, neither anger nor pleading could be heard.This is really a rare thing in Song Xiaodou. However, Bao Jingsheng still held the yellow rose and stood there.The body bid farewell to so many students, teachers, and directors outside, who didn't know what to do.Principal Jiang went to Wuhan to learn Buddhist scriptures again. If he was there, he would just keep combing his hair with his fingers, right? At this moment, Tao Tao started walking towards Bao Jingsheng.His marine boots stepped on the puddles, but there was no splash, because he walked slowly and seemed to have no strength at all.I took a peek at Jingui, but Jingui didn't move, just gently rubbed his left hand with his right hand. Bao Jingsheng didn't look back.He didn't look back, but he seemed to know who was walking towards him.Just as Tao Tao approached his back, he let Song Xiaodou go straight in.He knelt at the feet of Director Ren's nephew, kowtowed three times, and then put the yellow rose between his two cloth shoes.The yellow rose sticks up from the seam of the foot strangely, like an anti-aircraft gun.Bao Jingsheng looked at the anti-aircraft gun he had cast for a while, then turned and walked out.He kept walking without looking back.The rain had stopped and he walked in the sad white mist and disappeared.