Stunned for You

The Western Classics teacher was explaining the case in the ppt on the podium. Yang Yue suddenly opened the back door and made a loud noise, which frightened her and interrupted her thoughts completely. She frowned and was angry, "Classmate, which one of you..."

The crisp "pop" directly interrupted the rest of her words. Before everyone had reacted, Yang Yue sprinted to the seat of Fu Sitian in the back row in three steps in two steps, raising her palms and dropping her palms.

Shocked all four.

She used fierce force, Fu Sitian's entire head was missed, and a red and swollen slap print quickly appeared on her face. She turned her head back to look at Yang Yue in a daze. Her head buzzed and her eyes seemed dizzy. The familiar classroom and the familiar faces of classmates suddenly became strange. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound.

The mouth is full of sweet blood.

Yin Fanlu was embracing the injustice for her: "Yang Yue, what are you going crazy?! How are you hitting someone?!"

The Western Classics teacher snarled: "Hurry up and hold her! What are you doing? This is in class! My class! Class leader, go, call your counselor over!"

The classmates in the whole class were whispering.

All the voices seemed to be coming from far away, only Yang Yue's voice fell into her ears so clearly and sharply, into her heart.

Yang Yue was grabbed one side by the two boys in the back row, neither struggling nor angry, just shaking her chest, her eyes flushed, and staring at Fu Sitian angrily: "This is what you owe me!"

"I thought we were the same kind of people, I thought you would understand me!" She complained, tears in her eyes, blood and sound like a knife, piercing into Fu Sitian's heart.

"The school suspended me. Are you satisfied? This is what you said will help me?! This is what you said you won't tell others?!"

The blood on Fu Sitian's face faded, and he whispered "I'm sorry...", tears filled his eyes.

The counselor arrived with a middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman hugged Yang Yue's shoulders and kept apologizing to her classmates, teacher, and Fu Sitian: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, her emotions are not under her own control. She didn't mean it." She grabbed Yang Yue and went out, Yang Yue didn't resist, she was dragged away by her as if she had accepted her fate, but she turned her head, looked at Fu Sitian's eyes, and said word by word, "Fu Sitian, I will never forgive you."

Like a curse, Fu Sitian shivered and faltered. In a daze, Yang Yue's red eyes overlapped with the pupils of the victim's family that had collapsed in childhood, and the sound of "I will never forgive you" was like a voice from a distant nightmare.

"Why do you dare to ask for our forgiveness, why do you still want to be lenient, we will never forgive you!" That spit, spit on her and mother's faces, like a brand that can never be wiped off.

The classroom was full of classmates' discussions, and the counselor's mouth opened and closed, as if he was also talking to her. Fu Sitian couldn’t hear clearly, and all his ears were filled with the noisy and vicious memories of "Stay away from her, her father is a bad person, big bad life and small bad person, she is also a bad person", "Don’t play with her, don’t learn badly", "The murderer's daughter is a small murderer, why can't I beat you, you should have beaten you" voice.

Either curious or disgusting gaze, if it actually fell on her body, swallowing it from all directions like a tide, Fu Sitian felt that he couldn't breathe anymore.

A thin figure blocked her behind. Shi Yi took her hand and sent her a touch of temperature.

"Teacher, can I take her to the medicine first, and then go to the office to find you?" Her slightly dumb voice sounded, like a beam of light cast in the deep ocean.

Fu Sitian looked at her back, tearing pain swept through his heart, but his salty breath slowly returned to his chest.

Shi Yi is still that Shi Yi, and the light is still that light. It's just that I'm not the pure myself that year.

This is the light that does not belong to her, the light that she cannot keep. It's the light she shouldn't bother and greedy.

She tried to find her voice: "No, I will go with the teacher..."

Shi Yi looked back at her, with obscure emotions in his eyes.

Fu Sitian didn't dare to look more, because he was afraid that all the reason and self-esteem he had just recovered would be torn apart. With a pale face, she tried to support herself by straightening her back, stood up, and faced everyone's gaze. She took out her hand from Shi Yi's palm, and said to her in a very dry voice, "Thank you."

Shi Yi stared at her, and his palm pressed against the tabletop slowly closed into a fist.

Fu Sitian lowered his head, walked out of his seat, and followed the counselor out of the classroom amidst criticism.

Yang Yue's accusation and Yang Yue's hateful face played back repeatedly in her mind, and repeatedly Ling Chi, Fu Sitian wanted to escape for a moment, wanted to lose all his thinking, and wanted to be a completely ignorant person.

But it doesn't work.

She is here.

She is the little sun of mother. She is the one who has promised her destiny. She will be a good child. One day it will forgive her for all her faults and give her the future that belongs to her.

She bit out Lili's blood from her lower lip, forcing herself to be sober and brave enough. The counselor asked her the ins and outs of the matter and told her that she did a good job. Once Yang Yue's situation was reported, it attracted great attention from the college leaders. In the afternoon, the psychology teacher approached Yang Yue to get a preliminary understanding of the situation, informed them to contact her parents, and took her to a professional hospital for treatment. Psychologists assessed that Yang Yue’s condition was already very bad. They contacted Yang Yue’s aunt and after communicating with her, they decided to let Yang Yue temporarily suspend school and go home with her to receive better treatment and care.

He said that this was the best for Yang Yue, and she didn't need to feel uneasy or guilty. If this situation is not intervened, it will become very dangerous. If anything happens, it will be too much to regret. Perhaps the one-year absence from school seems to them as big as the sky is falling, but if life safety and physical and mental health cannot be guaranteed, all other things will become insignificant.

Seeing Fu Sitian's poor state, he also said that if necessary, she had better talk to her psychology teacher, and don't let this matter become a knot in her heart.

At that moment, Fu Sitian's resistance and fear from the bottom of her heart about "talking to a psychology teacher" made her feel more and more cruel what she was doing.

She didn't know whether she was doing it right or not. But for Yang Yue, she could not help but feel guilty.

She asked the counselor for Aunt Yang Yue's phone number, but the counselor refused to give her. She had to ask the counselor, Yang Yue, whether the suspension procedures have been completed? Will it come again? Can you help her forward a letter to Yang Yue's aunt?

The counselor agreed and asked her to write it to his assistant. His assistant would take Aunt Yang Yue to go through the formalities in the afternoon.

Fu Sitian wrote a letter back to the dormitory. Her letter was not long, but she explained who she was and what kind of karmic relationship she had with Yang Yue. Then apologize to them, and the most important thing is to pray to Aunt Yang Yue that Yang Yue must be cured. She told her that Yang Yue said many times that what she missed most was the time she lived with her aunt when she was a child. She always said that her aunt is the only person who really loves her and that her aunt is the closest person to her. She has said many times that after she is capable, she must be filial to her aunt so that she can support her forever.

She left her contact information, expressing that she is willing to help Yang Yue, any place she can help Yang Yue, as long as she can do it, she is willing.

But this letter sank to the sea.

Until late at night, Yang Yue's aunt did not contact her. Fu Sitian stared at the phone screen and completely lost his sleep.

In the suite not far from the school, Shi Yi also suffered from insomnia.

After listening to Fang Ruohua's instructions to stop taking sleeping pills, she never fell asleep in the middle of the night.

Is she okay?

not good. Don't think she should have an answer.

This is not something she should care about, or even something that Fu Sitian needs her to care about...

The palm of her hand was empty, as if there was still the cold feeling of air pouring in when Fu Sitian abruptly pulled out of her hand in the morning.

There seems to be a corner of my heart completely missing.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock... Tossing, tossing and turning, the lingering figure of Fu Sitian in his mind.

Shi Yi finally couldn't bear it, and sat up.

She thought quietly in the dark, first stepped on one foot, struggling for a few seconds, and then the other foot went down. She stood up, step by step, walking slowly and heavy, but still step by step, following the floor that Fu Sitian might have wiped that day, from the door of her room to the door of the guest room where Fu Sitian once slept.

The door was closed tightly, and she stared at her silently in the dark. It's like a Pandora's Box exuding infinite temptation.

Should not be opened, cannot be opened.

Shi Yi held his hand on the doorknob, hesitated for a long time, but let him go soberly. Twist it gently, and after half a year, she opened the door again.

In the faint light, the furnishings in the room looked like Fu Sitian had just left. Shi Yi looked at the rabbit sitting by the bed and the small night light on it.

There is also the shadow of the girl who used to laugh and cry on this bed.

The pain overwhelmed Shi Yi's heart unexpectedly.

Suppressing her fear and anxiety, she walked into this room almost masochistically, approached the bed, and trembling fingertips stroked the bedding that Fu Sitian had lay on, the pillow she had slept on, the rabbit she had embraced.

She touched the rabbit's cheek, just like touching the half of a girl's red cheek.

Carefully, full of tenderness.

No longer able to deceive or deceive others, Shi Yi obeyed his heart and hugged the little rabbit as softly as possible.

In the intense self-loathing, it is accompanied by a sense of relief.

She avoided it for too long and couldn't face it for too long.

It is really difficult to admit that you like Fu Sitian.

Don't admit it, it turned out to be a more difficult thing.

She surrendered.