Mask

Chapter 9 Headwind Jasmine (3)
"I thought you would get full marks." After school, when Masako walked out of the classroom, Yu Qi said while bowing his head and reading.

Without saying anything, she rolled up the test paper and stuffed it into her schoolbag.

Stonewall courtyard.

Masako stepped up the wooden steps wearily, pushed open the door, turned around the corridor and walked into the living room.

The black curtains were only half drawn, and the bleak sunlight slanted in, dividing the living room into two areas.

She called out "Mom", but no one answered.

So she put her schoolbag on the armrest of the sofa, walked to the wall where the calendar was hung, turned forward, returned to March, and looked at the circled "26".

"What's that?" The woman's raving voice like a night owl startled her, and the calendar fell from her hand.

Masako turned around and looked at the well-dressed woman, paused for five seconds, and said calmly, "My birthday...Mom."

"Oh..." The woman nodded, "Masako's birthday..."

She wanted to leave, but the woman suddenly grabbed her hand, and the cold touch made her tremble all over.In a panic, my right hand didn't grab the schoolbag on the sofa, and the schoolbag fell to the ground with a "snap".

From the mouth of the schoolbag, a corner of the well-folded test paper sticks out stubbornly.

She was very nervous, and just about to squat down to pick it up, the woman quickly took it away.There was a thump in her heart, and the woman took out the test paper and unfolded it in front of Masako.

"mom……"

The woman looked at the bright red ironic double digits on the test paper, her fingers slowly tightened, and a corner of the test paper was seriously wrinkled.

The sunlight shining into the living room became more and more bleak, reflecting Masako's pale lips.

"This is your score..." When the woman asked, her lips trembled and her voice was low, "This is your score!"

"hiss--"

The test paper was torn in half, and Masako received a palm on the right cheek.

"I told you to study hard! You are disobedient!"

"Boom-"

The clock in the corner of the living room trilled heavily, and she groaned in pain.

This isn't the end, it's just the beginning, a terrible beginning.

With a tight arm, she was dragged upstairs by the woman involuntarily. She fell in the middle and called "Mom" beggingly, but the woman turned a deaf ear.

After entering the room, she sat down on the bed, and the woman pointed at Masako's forehead with her fingertips and poked hard: "Why are you disobedient? You are disobedient! Masako, you bad boy!"

"Mom!" Her voice was hoarse from the pain, and she tried hard to block the woman's hand.

The woman slapped her on the forehead.

"Are you friends with bad people? Are you hanging out with men? Are you playing crazy? Huh? You bad boy!"

The woman ran to the writing desk while yelling, picked up the desk lamp and slammed it onto the bed!
……

6
In the early morning of the next day, the faint sunlight shone into the dark room.

Masako leaned against the foot of the bed, hugging her knees, staring blankly at the gray carpet.

The bruises on his forehead were faintly covered by bangs, the desk lamp was broken in two and lying in the middle of the bed, the door was closed and the windows were airtight.

"Mom..." Xiuxiu's brisk cry came into the room from outside the courtyard. When she heard it, she struggled to stand up while supporting the bed, and went to the window to look down.

Xiuxiu's mother was holding Xiuxiu's little hand, talking and laughing as she slapped the window glass hard, making a "popping" sound.

Unfortunately, no one heard it.

school.

The class bell rang, and Lu Jian'er looked at the empty seat beside her, curled her lips, and sighed.

Class One, Grade Three.

Duan Yousi sat by the window and looked at the sky, Wan Ye jumped onto his desk, laughing and joking.

He only responds occasionally.

in the room.

Hearing the footsteps outside the door, Masako closed her eyes and sighed.

"Masako..." the woman said quietly through the door, "Good boy, be obedient..."

"Mom," she said, "don't lock me up, will you?"

"You Si." An Qiyan pushed Wan Ye away and sat at his desk, facing him, "Today is my birthday."

"I know." He said, still looking out the window.

An Qiyan picked up his tie and wrapped it between his fingers: "What will you give me?"

"What do you want?" He asked lightly.

An Qiyan tightened his tie suddenly, bent down to his ear, and said softly: "You."

"Wow!" A group of boys shouted enthusiastically after Wan Ye.

Masako sat down tiredly leaning against the edge of the bed. She tried everything for a whole day, but she couldn't get out.

The sky outside the window was dark blue, the sunset had already set, and the sunset glow had disappeared. Now it was the last light before dark, and she hadn't touched anything all day, not even water.Her lips were almost pale, and the light left in her eyes was gradually fading.

The clock rang again, and it struck six times, and Xiukai who had just returned from school walked downstairs.She tapped on the window again, and Xiukai walked by with earphones plugged in her ears.

In the VIP box of the bar, birthday songs were played over and over again, An Qiyan sat and chatted happily with his female friends, Yu Wenyi sat in the corner without saying a word, and looked at Duan You who was sitting in the other corner from time to time s.

His attention was scattered, as if his mind was not in this noisy space.

Masako took out her cell phone from her bag and called Lu Jian'er.

"Masako, why don't you come to school today? Are you sick? Are you feeling unwell? Or what's wrong?" Lu Jianer asked cracklingly as soon as she answered the phone.

She interrupted weakly: "Can you come to my house?"

"Um... well, where is your home?"

Only then did she realize that Lu Jian'er didn't even know the address of her home.

The sky outside the window was getting darker and darker, and her hope that had been rising fell heavily, until her eyes moved to the corner of the wall, and a pure sky blue leaped into the corner of her eyes.

The phone on the sofa is ringing.

An Qiyan drank half a bottle of wine boldly and threw himself into his arms. He took a wet wipe from Yu Wenyi's hand and covered her reddish face.

"Duan Yousi." She leaned her head against his neck and murmured, "I love you so much..."

Yu Wenyi turned around and walked into the singing crowd.

He gently put his arms around An Qiyan's waist, she opened her eyes in a daze, and looked closely at his side face.

The phone was still ringing, and he was being kissed by An Qiyan.

Those people got carried away singing and making noise.

There was no light in the room, blue balls of paper rolled down at the foot of the bed, and the cell phone was lying lonely in the corner of the bed.

Masako lowered her head, and untied the gauze wrapped around her right hand round and round, every movement affected the pain in her whole body.She pursed her lips, unable to cry.

People around are always yelling.

An Qiyan left from his arms, pulled him to the outside of the box, and he picked up the mobile phone on the sofa.

The ambiguous voice became louder, and Yu Wenyi shouted in the crowd: "Qi Yan!"

An Qiyan turned a deaf ear and pushed open the door of the box.

They went to the hotel.

It started to rain outside, and the raindrops hit the window panes with a crackling patter.

The temperature of the room dropped a few degrees due to the sound of the rain. Masako leaned against the cold foot of the bed, and the pictures she could see in front of her eyes became more and more blurred.

The glass door of the bathroom was closed tightly, the sound of water was pattering, and the lighting was warm and soft.

Duan Yousi stood in front of the window, waiting for An Qiyan to take a shower to check the missed calls. Five missed calls and one message were displayed on the screen, all from an unfamiliar number.

He opens the message.

"Duan Yousi..."

After a few seconds like this, after reading his name, the message is over.

The window was windy and rainy, and the powerlessness and despair brought by that voice were so obvious, he listened carefully, his brows gradually furrowed.

The rain is getting heavier.

Masako was cold all over, hungry and thirsty, the temperature in the room was getting lower and lower.

At the entrance of the hotel, Duan Yousi walked out holding an umbrella, his black hair fluttering in the cold wind mixed with rain.

Vehicles sped by on the road.

"Tap—" There was a sound outside the window.

Masako looked sideways.

Outside the window pane, the clothes hanger that the woman put on the edge of the terrace was blown off.

The windows were locked from the outside, and it was a woman who climbed onto the terrace to do it, sometimes with astonishing physical strength.

The air was humid, and Masako hugged her knees and curled up into a ball.

"despair--"

There was another sound outside the window, and she had no energy to look at it.

"boom--"

The glass shattered.

She tilted her head helplessly.

Duan Yousi's good-looking face rushed into her mind with an invading coolness, and the wind infiltrated into Masako's body, and he gradually blurred in her eyes, only a sentence accompanied by the sound of wind and rain was very clear.

"Do you want to come out?"

7
The atmosphere in the room is very peaceful, the sound of the rain pouring down from the city is just a tiny patter here.

Masako sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the sheets tightly with both hands.

"Domestic violence?" Duan Yousi asked, putting the potion on her forehead.

She avoided his hand.

His movements paused: "Guess right?"

"My mother was sick. When I went back to the room to help her get the medicine, I locked myself up. I accidentally bumped my forehead."

"It sucks," he said.

She looked up.

"Bad reason." He said, sitting on the big rocking chair, leaning against the back of the chair, raising his feet on the edge of the bed.

Masako bowed her head and said nothing, the warm orange light in the room was very soft, after sitting for a long time, coupled with the tiredness of the day, she gradually became tired and wanted to sleep.

The vibrating sound of Duan Yousi's mobile phone suddenly pierced this tranquility, bringing a subtle shock.

He picked it up without delay.

What was said over there, and after listening for a while, he replied: "Outside."

After being quiet for a while, he said again: "I won't come."

Masako watched his faint expression and tired voice when he was listening to the phone, the brilliance in his eyes gradually gathered.

"Whatever you want." He continued to talk into the phone, his voice was lazy, as if he was tired.

The clock in the living room rang "dong dong"—it was eight o'clock.

Masako got up and wanted to drink some water, but her strength was only there for a moment, and soon a sense of dizziness spread from the top of her head to her whole body.She staggered, and Duan Yousi's reaction was quick. When he held her elbow, he hugged her waist, so Masako fell down on his lap.

As a result, his mobile phone fell on the armrest of the rocking chair, and then slid along the armrest to the carpet. This bump touched the hands-free button of the mobile phone.

Masako looked into his eyes unexpectedly, and he slowly tightened his hands around her waist.

And the girl's angry voice came from the mobile phone on the carpet: "Duan Yousi, I, An Qiyan, are not for you to play with. If you don't come back, I will make you regret it! How dare you release my pigeons tonight, I dare to meet Yan Chen!"

"beep--"

The phone was simply hung up.

Masako's eyelashes trembled slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"If you don't go back, she will..."

"She doesn't dare."

With such a decisive conclusion, Masako stared at him, speechless.

"If she dares to meet other men." He added slowly, "I can also fool around with other women for her to see."

"You're a bastard."

He said, "Have you taken a fancy to me, the bastard?"

Masako looked away, pushed his hand away, and leaned on the handrail to get up.Almost at the same time, he hugged her waist again, and she fell into his arms again.

She kept a distance in a panic, but the sudden ambiguity prevented her hands from making any defensive movements.Fortunately, he didn't do anything, just said: "Remember, you are the one who disturbed me today."

"I'll go."

"If you're gone, wouldn't my work be in vain?"

She got scared, and Duan Yousi let her go: "Go and have a midnight snack, I haven't had dinner yet."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and when I walked to the door, I heard him say again: "Don't think of me as a hungry person."

Later, when Masako was finally ready for the midnight snack, Duan Yousi had already fallen asleep leaning on the sofa.

She looked back at the fragrant noodles on the table, and then at his quiet profile.The big clock in the living room rang, the door to his bedroom was open, and the bag she had brought from home lay on the bed.

The room was vacated for her, and the night snack also meant to let her eat. This boy's thoughtful act was really silent.

Masako sat down beside him gently, he looked really tired and slept soundly, undisturbed at all.

She kept looking at him, and many images about him flashed in her mind, crashing into her heart together with the sound of rain surrounding the entire apartment.

Finally stretching out her hand uncontrollably, Masako carefully touched his face, and then, a wonderful feeling bloomed quietly at her fingertips.

(End of this chapter)