He is a girl of words

Chapter 382

The punch hit the face with an astonishing sound.

The eyes of the child who was beaten were full of disbelief that the prank failed, as well as panic and fear.

"Hey, so the third scene just passed by like this?" Xiaomeng spread her hands, and the third scene was frozen in this frame, with a child hitting another child in the face.

The first picture shows the black-haired young man constantly writing in his diary.

In the second picture, the man who couldn't see his face cursed the black-haired youth.

In the third scene, a child punches another child in the face.

"What kind of unfolding is this? Could it be that you forced yourself to decipher it? No, it's not right." Xiaomeng looked at the picture that has changed again now: "Could it be that I want to read a person's story?"

She vaguely gave her an answer in her heart, this would not be a good story.

At least... now it seems that there is no beauty.

"Tragedy stories, I don't really hate them, but at least... I don't want to be forced to read them." Xiao Meng continued to look at the fourth screen with a blank expression.

The picture is reversed, the messy student classroom, the desks are very short, it is an elementary school.

"Eyes! Ahhh! Eyes!" It is the beating child in the third picture. He is covering his right eye and rolling on the ground. However, compared to the third picture, he appears older in the fourth picture. Bigger.Sure enough, it was when I was in elementary school.

time story?Regardless of the first and second ones, there is a little time connection from the third one to the fourth one, which is going backwards.

In order to ensure the accuracy, Xiaomeng didn't dare to make a conclusion in advance, she continued to watch the story with a blank expression, like watching a movie.Although this time is not suitable for killing time like this, there is no other way.

I can't run away, so I can only talk about it after reading this story.

"XX, what's the matter with you!" The woman who looked like a teacher walked beside the boy who was covering his eyes and rolling all over the floor. Feeling dissatisfied.

Young teachers are like this, and it is troublesome to take care of children.Xiaomeng spread her hands, she said that she hates children the most.

But in order to do her job, the female teacher still had to come over to see the boy rolling on the ground. When the teacher came over, she glanced at the children beside her. These children shrank timidly as if they were hiding something.

"What happened?" The female teacher also noticed something was wrong, she asked seriously the child closest to her.

The child who was being questioned was trembling with fright, and the pencil he was holding fell to the ground.

"Huh? What's the matter..." The female teacher frowned seriously, and her two repaired eyebrows formed a straight line.She bent down to pick up the pencil, but unexpectedly, the boy rolling on the ground grabbed the teacher's calf, and his dirty hands stuck to the clean flesh-colored pantyhose.

"Teacher...help me...teacher..."

The sudden attack startled the female teacher. She kicked away and shouted, "Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" down.

The excited teacher looked down at her flesh-colored pantyhose, which were smudged with gray and red marks.

Red Seal?Xiaomeng looked over curiously.

The boy curled up and fell to the ground, a red blood flowed from his right eye.

"Pounding!" It was so cruel, Xiaomeng turned her head to look at the child who was questioned first, the child huddled up nervously, and there was a pencil in front of his feet, which was stained with a little blood.

The fourth picture is frozen in this chaotic classroom.Xiaomeng silently watched everyone's different expressions.

The frightened teacher, the frightened student, the curious student, the laughing student...and the boy who fell to the ground gasping for tears and blood.

"It hurts...help me...teacher...father...mother..."

"It hurts..."

"help me……"

Is it a true story?Xiaomeng squinted her eyes, she vaguely felt a little pain in her right eye.She was pierced by a pencil and it hurts to watch, and the retina is bleeding so much, will it...

But looking at it, it looks like the story of the black-haired youth, the tragic experience when he was a child?Xiaomeng covered her lips and pondered, did this happen for real, or was it an illusion created by Bai Chuan and Riko, or was it an illusion created by the black-haired young man in his head?
The fifth scene soon arrived, Xiaomeng endured the impetuous feeling in her heart, and went to watch the story of the fifth scene.

"That child... I heard that Lone Star was the murderer."

"Yes, when he was just born, his mother died of dystocia, and his father's business went bankrupt. Now the money for his education is borrowed from relatives outside."

"I really don't know what his father thinks, and still keeps this kind of child by his side."

"Keep your voice down, he's coming this way."

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, he doesn't understand."

A lonely child, with a melancholy face, walked forward with a tattered schoolbag on his back. One eye was wrapped in white gauze, and the other eye was staring blankly at the front.

It seems to be walking aimlessly, reaching a place, but stopping again.

This is a very old house.

The rubble house has only two floors, the top is covered with a simple layer of rubble, and the bottom is built with cement, just like the undecorated rough house.

It looks very simple from the outside, making people like Xiaomeng, who lived in a big mansion since childhood, look down on him at all.

But the only advantage is that it is still complete and can shelter from wind and rain.

The boy walked into the house without saying a word, carrying a torn schoolbag. Inside, a man with an unclear complexion was cooking rice. After smelling it, Xiaomeng could smell fried rice with eggs.

It smells so good, sniff.Is there a sense of smell in the illusion? Xiaomeng shook her head and continued to watch.

"XX, I'm back. I cooked you your favorite fried rice with eggs. Hurry up and wash your hands and come eat." The man with an unclear face came over and touched the child's left cheek kindly, his greasy hand was stained. Let out a hearty laugh.

"Your hands are so dirty, I have to wash my face." The melancholy expression on the boy's face dissipated and turned into a joyful smile.

The name XX, well, Xiaomeng frowned, hearing it for the second time.Is it really the protagonist of this dream? No matter how I try to prevent myself from hearing the name clearly.

And that man with an unclear complexion is his father?

The second picture also appeared, and the face was also unclear, only the voice was very similar.

So... At that time, the youth seemed to be in their twenties, but now they are eight or nine years old. Why will their relationship be so bad after more than ten years?Now the father and son are deeply in love, but later the father treats the son as an enemy, and the son treats his father as a stranger.

Xiaomeng pursed her lips, barely having an answer in her heart.

This should be a tragedy...

Moreover, this boy is already dead...

(End of this chapter)