Gloomy Color Buries Spring

[Bad blood/abuse article] [Force and robbery, domineering attack vs. Beautiful, strong and miserable wife] "Hua Yuluo" is a transfer student from Class 7, a sophomore in high school, who transferred in halfway through the semester. He is strange and taciturn, and always makes people want to bully him when he speaks. They all said that Hua Yuluo was a sissy, stuttered, and loved to cry. Hua Yuluo felt embarrassed, ashamed and uneasy about this unprecedented situation. - "Hua Yuluo, your mother was so eager for freedom that something happened, do you understand?" "For the sake of freedom, she doesn't even want you. Only I, Hua Jing, am willing to want you." Hua Yuluo is a 17-year-old boy. He is about to enter his second year of high school, but he stands by the window in a cold room and looks out at the bustling city, with shrunken people, shrunken cars, and shrunken parks. The desire in his eyes is so obvious that it cannot be more obvious. He hasn't gone to school since he was 7 years old. His father told him it was - "for your own good." Hua Yuluo never believed that her father was right and that he should have his own ideas and freedom. Because he was disobedient since childhood, he suffered many beatings and abuses. When he was 9 years old, his father asked him to learn how to cook, but he never learned well. His father sent him to a dark, windowless, and bedless room. It was very cold and dark there for three days. When he was almost 18 years old, his father asked him to go to school, but he begged his father, "Don't..." A person who craves social interaction but never wants to socialize again. Until I met him—— In the classroom, only the window seat in the back row still had a small patch of afternoon light. Dust floats slowly in the light. He stood on the outside of the seat and leaned slightly. His right hand rested on the back of the chair, and his left hand supported the edge of the desk, encircling the seated figure in the angle between the light and the wood. The distance was too close, so close that you could see the tiny fuzz on the other person's ear and hear the suppressed, unsteady breathing. "Little... Cat?" He said these two words slowly, his breath brushing the tips of his ears. When the last note fell, the seat shook violently. The trapped person shrank toward the window, his back pressed against the cold wall. His fingers clenched the open pages of the book tightly, and the paper made a small whine. The sun fell on his trembling eyelashes, shining a wet light. "You... Let me go." The voice was broken, and every word hung in the air. He tried to curl up deeper, but the angle formed by the desk, chair and wall was already at the bottom. There is nowhere to escape. The person standing did not move, but lowered his eyes, looking at the white neck and the Adam's apple sliding up and down due to nervousness. There was a distant chirping of cicadas outside the window, one after another, sawing through the sticky silence. ——— The wind on the rooftop was so strong that my school uniform jacket bulged like two scurrying birds. He stood in the shadow of the water tank, his fingers curled and loosened. A handful of stubborn weeds grew out of the cracks in the cement floor. "Let's be together." The voice was blown away by the wind, but fell straight into the gap between the two people. The man leaning on the railing did not look back, but his shoulders shook slightly. There was a vague whistle from the playground in the distance. After a long time, maybe only a few seconds, I heard a voice that was almost blown away by the wind: "Well..." The red neck was slightly nodded, and the skin exposed outside the collar of the school uniform was made transparent by the evening light. ——— One street lamp is broken, and the light goes out. A very soft, almost inaudible intake of breath. The man walking in front turned around slowly and awkwardly. He didn't look at him, his eyes dropped to the position of the other person's second button. Standing on tiptoes, very quickly, with a desperate tremor. A touch, like night dew accidentally falling on the skin. Instantly separate. Only the corners of the touched lips left a little cool, soft moisture. He quickly stepped away and turned around, his ears turning red in the dim light: "... He's gone." The voice was very soft, carried away by the evening breeze. He didn't stop any longer and walked toward the bright light at the entrance of the alley as if he was running away. The other person was left standing there, his fingers touching the corners of his mouth unconsciously. ——— The room had heavy curtains drawn, the light was dim, and the air was stagnant. He backed him into a corner with no way out. One hand was placed on the wall beside his ear, and they could hear each other's heavy breathing. "Think about your mother." The voice was very low, and there was a cold threat between the words. The imprisoned Hua Yuluo trembled suddenly, as if her throat was being tightened by invisible threads. Reading Guide 1. Shuang Jie ❌, first love, no white moonlight, the copy is not the full text, the opening film is not a reunion, bloody plot, sadism, controlled and cautious. 2. This article is from a third perspective. 3. Enter with caution‼ ️I have never written an article before, this is my first time, just for love❤️ (With Hua Yuluo as the protagonist.) Purpose: Happiness is the most important thing, please pursue your own freedom.