I am a person born in the clouds, with arrogance and wantonness engraved in my bones and blood. He Fanchen is a speck of dust in the darkest corner of the campus. He is silent and taciturn. Only the name at the top of the transcript barely proves his existence.
What I love most is seeing him in such a miserable state, trampling his remaining self-esteem in the mud and rubbing it repeatedly. He never resisted, always lowered his eyebrows, and his back was straight, like a stubborn but fragile bamboo. But whenever he looked at me from the shadows of the corridor, his gaze was always tempered by the ice that could not be melted away, hiding the paranoia and hatred that I did not understand.
On the night of graduation, the evening breeze in the alley was cold, and the alcohol numbed my nerves. I only remembered a thin figure approaching.
When he opened his eyes again, the musty smell of the room was mixed with the cold smell of pine wood, which made people panic. He Fanchen stood beside the bed, his youthful timidity gone, his figure upright, his eyebrows clear, but those eyes that were once hidden in the shadows hid a gloomy morbidity. He closed the door with his backhand, and the metal lock tongue stuck into the mortise, making a crisp sound, which became the prelude to my eternal nightmare.
The whitened old leather suitcase hides the distortions of four years - the award certificates that I stepped on, the torn scholarship certificates, the homework books stained with mud, and the notebooks that densely recorded every bullying I had, and the corners of the pages have already turned yellow and curled. He picked up a transparent medicine bottle with his fingertips, and colorless revenge dangled in the medicine bottle.
Fine red rashes spread across the skin, burning and itching. Only by touching it with his fingertips could the burning itching be calmed down.
His tone was as soft as words of love, but every word was extremely cruel: "Look, the proud man who was once so high and mighty can only rely on me to survive now."
He, who I once thought was as humble as dust, was wrapping me in chains, entangled to death.
Purpose: Mutual redemption