The Coercion of Scum

"Ah" my mouth grew wide, and I was deeply immersed in the shock brought by Jasmine's cold temperament unconsciously.

Actually, I haven't seen anything in the world. I just think Jasmine's appearance is very cool.

Because I was in a daze and didn't speak, in order to break the embarrassment, she moved her eyes down a little, and then opened her mouth.

"Um... I just think you look cute. It's a pity to cry, so I told you not to cry."

"I'm cute……"

After being praised by her, my face flushed.

Jasmine praised me for being cute.

I feel like I was praised by my parents, and I couldn't help but become ecstatic.

That was the first day that Jasmine and I met for the first time.

After that, I moved to this city and finally found my first friend.

When school is over, I will sit on a small stool with Jasmine. Sometimes her mother will pick her up first, and sometimes my mother will pick me up first.

Because our relationship is unusually close, our parents also noticed this, and both parents also took this as an opportunity to chat.

"Ah, your daughter is so cute."

"Jasmine is exactly the same as you."

When the mothers of two people came to pick us up together, we held hands like this and watched the adults' chat blankly, feeling that the time was so long, but so happy.

However, this may just be my unilateral thought.

Half a year after entering kindergarten, our life has become more and more colorful, because different students have got their own right to choose and choose to develop their own interests.

Because I yearned for the beauty of dancers and wanted to be a swan that kept singing, I went back to the dance class, and Jasmine was like a tomboy, mixing with a group of boys in the kendo junior class.

"Jasmine, hobby class in the afternoon..."

Sometimes, I actually want to be with Jasmine more, so I would persuade her to become a little swan like me, but when I went to look for her enthusiastically, Jasmine was already different because of her own. Surrounded by many boys, everyone seemed to boast of her extremely talented and agile skills.

"Jasmine, the way you beat Da Zhuang before was too cool, right?"

"Yes, the boys in the next class have already taken a detour when they see you."

A group of dirty boys and Jasmine talked like this, she was like a princess surrounded by knights, leaving blankly, without even looking at me.

Are they going to class again...

Standing still, I clenched my fist just like that.

Not reconciled, compared with the brilliant Jasmine, I was really too awkward for everyone.

Obviously, I have finally adapted to life here, so why did it become like this again! I'm about to lose the friend I love so much... This is not alarmist. Now I have less contact with Jasmine. Who knows if there will be less in the future?

It would be great if Jasmine could become my thing, and it would be my own thing.

My mood became darker and darker at this moment.

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Even if you want to get something, the reality will not be so smooth.

With the desire to get Jasmine in my arms, I fell into a state of gloom all day. Of course, I didn’t put on a bitter melon face in kindergarten, but rather hid this mood well. When Jasmine developed more and more boys and girls’ friends, I also worked hard to make friends with a sunny appearance. friend.

I don't know if this is a great irony. I have really made a lot of friends. Everyone has no thoughts and will treat each other frankly, crying and laughing at me.

When responding to them with a fake smile, I felt more painful.

Why... Why isn't the person who shared my emotions with Jasmine?

Some noon.

Because it was Saturday without going to kindergarten, I ran to my father's office.

Before, I didn't know what my father did. Later, I heard that my father explained to me patiently. Only then did I realize that my father was a doctor who rescued the wounded and died. After that, I was proud of it for a while.

And when my nightmare started, it was in that seemingly calm afternoon.

"Hey……"

I was sitting on a small bench, watching the doctor, and my father was sitting at the table looking after the patient patiently, and I had a drawing board in my hand. It was my father who let me scribble to pass the time.

Having nothing to do, after trying hard to flower a jasmine, I fell into a daze, and looked at my dad who was treating the patient stupidly.

Hey……

I not only sighed in my mouth, but also sighed in my heart.

Sunflower, you can’t do this. If you are unhappy, someone will worry about you.

Mumbling like this, I forced my fingers to curl up the corners of my mouth before my father realized that I was in a bad mood, and put on a gesture of strong smile.

Dad is a doctor, and today is a day off, so naturally there are more patients.

Looking at the father who was writing something intently, I held my chin and asked casually in order to dispel the chaos in my heart:

"Dad, what are you doing now?"

"Prescribe medicine."

"What kind of medicine is it?"

"Uh, it's stomach medicine."

"But someone who got otitis media was looking for you before? Are you not an ear doctor?"

"You don't understand Sunflower. There are too few doctors now. Fortunately, Dad has the ability to be responsible."

"Dad is amazing."

"Yes, yes. Hey. Dad will be better in the future, he will be promoted, and he will go to big cities~"

"Big city..."

I muttered this unfamiliar vocabulary, and honestly didn't understand it.

"Little Sunflower, continue to sit down, and Dad will take you to have a big meal with Uncle Zhao after dinner."

"Ok."