Secret Love · Orange Raw Huainan

Chapter 84 The Past Is Not Like Smoke (1)
"Did you know? Zhang Min's brain is sick."

At noon in the second year of junior high school, the girl at the same table rolled her eyes and said this sentence inexplicably.

Ye Zhanyan raised her head and was stunned. After a while, she swallowed the scrambled egg with tomato stuffed in her mouth.

"What do you mean?" she asked carefully.

"Why are you always so slow?!" The deskmate gave her a disgusted look.

Ye Zhanyan lowered her head and didn't argue, she was used to it.The girl at the same table is my friend—in fact, Ye Zhanyan doesn’t know what a friend is. Anyway, this girl was his tablemate when he transferred to another school. She pointed out the location of the women’s restroom and would call her when she went to the restroom. She was the one who introduced the names of most of the students in the class to herself, but incidentally explained their gossip and embarrassment after their names, and she was the one who ate together at noon.It was her, it was her, it was she who "saved" the withdrawn and dull transfer student Ye Zhanyan.

Ye Zhanyan doesn't like her. People like her are just representatives of most ordinary girls in each class. She doesn't have much brains, follows the trend, is a little vicious but not too outrageous, has no personality and gossips.

However, he is self-proclaimed and lofty in his heart, and he does not want to be lost in the crowd, so he "humanizes" the people around him, such as Ye Zhanyan.

Ye Zhanyan, you are so dumb, Ye Zhanyan, you can’t even do this kind of question, Ye Zhanyan, why are you always so dawdling, Ye Zhanyan, you don’t even know who Stefanie Sun is?
But others say she is their good friend, because more often she will say: Ye Zhanyan, I am going to the bathroom, will you go?Ye Zhanyan, my one is here, do you have sanitary napkins?Ye Zhanyan, did you watch the music festival awards ceremony last night?Ye Zhanyan, did you forget to bring your shoe covers again? I have a computer class today...

The biggest crisis of their friendship came when Ye Zhanyan put on the light blue dress that her father's colleague gave her instead of school uniform, and she didn't use that tacky little red star hairpin to pin her bangs to the side like a silly girl , but let them lie on the forehead casually-so, the hippopotamus-looking boy in the front row who liked to bicker with Ye Zhanyan's tablemate the most, looked at her twice more unnaturally when he turned around to borrow the eraser. Eye.

These two eyes made the sensitive deskmate very upset, and there was a little more contempt in the eyes of "you just like to show off" when looking at Ye Zhanyan.In the afternoon, Ye Zhanyan put her hair back on again, and "Hippo" boldly showed her favor: Your hair looks better with loose hair——Ye Zhanyan glanced at his angry deskmate in confusion, and said, "No, no, it's better to pin it down." , it's better not to."

The aesthetics of junior high school students is nothing more than that. Among the sluggish faces, girls who dare to let their long hair down, girls who dare to take off their school uniforms when the class teacher is not around, and girls who dare to hang a lot of plush toys on the outside of their schoolbags The girl who dared to paint her nails first... Such a girl is a beauty.

As for the figure, as for the appearance, none of these overwhelming external conditions can attract people's attention.

Therefore, Ye Zhanyan was not a beauty at that time.

No one would take a serious look to see if her smooth forehead and long slightly curled eyelashes showed signs of potential beauty.

When Ye Zhanyan was distracted, she noticed that the eyes of her deskmate were already impatient, and she hurriedly asked as if to please: "I really don't understand, why do you say that Zhang Min's brain is... sick? Zhang Min's grades are so good, and he always takes exams. First."

"This thing has nothing to do with whether you are smart or not, okay? Today we went to the language office to check our grades, and it happened that her mother was talking to the teacher. They stopped talking when we were in the room, so after we went out I just stayed at the door and listened for a while, and guess what?"

It was only then that Ye Zhanyan realized that the same table and a few girls had been passing notes during class, and they also seized all the time after class to chat excitedly with others—it turned out to be gossip.

She didn't want to spoil the interest of her tablemate, so she pretended to want to know and asked, "What's the matter, could it be that Zhang Min's mother said she was mentally ill?"

"That's why you're mentally ill, okay? Whose mother would say that about her daughter?"

The corner of the tablemate's mouth twitched, and Ye Zhanyan was suddenly a little angry—indeed, no mother would say that about her daughter.

Only you wicked eighth wives would say that.

"Why is that?" She held back her temper.

"Her mother complained to the teacher, saying that Zhang Min's father could no longer stay at home, the neighbors couldn't stand the disturbance, and always ran to the street..." The deskmate suddenly seemed serious when he said this Glancing around, he lowered his voice and said, "I didn't even have any clothes on, so I ran into the street! My family finally found and tied me back. I was sent to a mental hospital just a few days ago, otherwise Zhang Min would have died." She's about to be beaten to death—her father is Wu lunatic, who beats anyone caught at home. Her mother said that she is a nurse and always has to work the night shift, so she can't take care of Zhang Min, so let the teacher take care of her. She hopes that Zhang Min will have a future , can be admitted to Zhenhua."

The tablemate himself was talking happily, and he was in the middle of his excitement. He didn't notice that Ye Zhanyan had stopped eating, and silently closed the lid of the lunch box.

"Dad is mentally ill, she is so pitiful. What's the use of good grades?" said the tablemate dryly, and at the same time, picked out all the coriander in the lunch box with chopsticks and piled them on the lid of the lunch box.

"What does this have to do with Zhang Min's mental illness?"

The deskmate turned his head and looked at Ye Zhanyan like a fool: "You idiot! Don't you know that this disease is hereditary? She will go crazy sooner or later!"

Just after the tablemate finished saying this, Ye Zhan stood up in a huff and said blankly, "I'm going to the toilet."

The tablemate hurriedly took two mouthfuls of rice and said, "You go later, I'm going to the toilet too."

Ye Zhanyan walked straight towards the door as if he had never heard of it, ignoring the surprised sentence from the deskmate behind him: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Ye Zhanyan never took medicine. She used to feed her mother medicine, but now she doesn't have to.

Last year her mother jumped off the building and died.

At that time, Ye Zhanyan looked out from the high window, stood there watching silently, imagining that the blood was slowly overflowing, overflowing—it could only be imagined.In the story, a river of blood flows from the body of the person who jumped off the building, and fiery red flowers will bloom.However, standing at the height of the fifteenth floor and looking down, I couldn't see anything clearly.

But she thought in her heart, there will always be such a day, and as expected, such a day will finally come.

It was not she who called the police, but passers-by, who surrounded her mother's body layer by layer.

The release of this woman who fell from the sky is more surprising and regretful than her own daughter, passers-by.

She explained to her former classmates that her mother accidentally fell from upstairs while cleaning the glass, and then the rhetoric turned into a car accident.

She herself didn't understand what she wanted to cover up, but seeing the students whispering, she knew that it was always right to cover up.

Later, her father kindly helped her transfer to a new junior high school so far away.This time, she never told anyone about her mother again.

So this time, her mother did not die.

They can say that Zhang Min is mentally ill, that mental illness is hereditary, and that they can't even tell the difference between mental illness and neuropathy—but no one can say that it is her head.

Gradually, Ye Zhanyan realized how naive she was.In the small city in the north, the relationship between people was like a cobweb with countless threads, which bound her tightly, making her unable to move.

After she saw the parent meeting, her father was greeting Zhang Min's mother.Zhang Min's mother's high cheekbones and thin cheeks filled Ye Zhanyan's field of vision. Before her brain could respond, her legs went limp all of a sudden.

On the day her mother jumped, she never felt so scared and sad.

She remembers Chang-min's mother's face.

A few years ago, when her mother was still alive, she knelt on a chair in the poorly ventilated visiting room of the nursing home, looked out from the iron fence into a large room, and watched her mother sit with another man she didn't know. Have a good chat at a table that is close at hand.Her mother held the other's hand, her face was pained, and tears flowed down the deep nasolabial folds.

"You don't know how much I have paid for this family. I can't sleep at all, and my hair is falling out in handfuls. Tell me, why didn't the Buddha save me? I have read it a dozen times as you said. ah……"

The man's bumpy face kept twitching. I don't know if it was because of the drug's effect. Every time he said a word, his neck twisted to the side, which made her shudder.

"Xinxinxin... Xincheng, your heart, no no no... not sincere..."

The door opened, and she saw Zhang Min's mother, who was still short-haired at that time, come out.

It turned out that the man was her lover.

The things that Ye Zhanyan can't avoid are things that adults don't want to be depressed in their hearts.She watched her father standing gracefully at the door of the classroom, comforting Zhang Min's mother, who had all the sadness on her face, but what appeared in her mind was the disgusting face of her deskmate.

It turned out to be her, they knew each other.She's screwed.

Ye Zhanyan retreated step by step from the crowd at the door of the classroom, and fled in despair.

"I was sick for two days. When I returned to school, I thought the sky was falling, but I found that nothing happened. Zhang Min's mother had a hard time, and this kind of person has become a habit of complaining. Zhang Min naturally knows everything, and she also She came to me to complain, thinking that we both had the same disease. I was so scared that I hid away and didn’t dare to speak to her. Later, I was worried that she would be angry with me and spread the news about my mother. But she didn’t say anything. Did not say."

(End of this chapter)