Youth in the countryside, a topic writer in a small town
Every time Tang Chun came closer, he was pushed into the abyss.
Tang Chun suddenly raised his eyes, looked at Zhang Yang, suppressed his trembling voice and asked, "You mean... After the high school physical education exam?"
"Yes, he had just finished running and was lying on the ground almost unable to recover."
Tang Chun was stunned, and seemed to understand something for a moment.
It was she who had been making him sick.
More than once, he was struck in the head with a hammer.
For the first time, in the high school entrance examination stadium, he gave up a better ranking, stopped, helped her up, and ordered her to run quickly with a general's attitude, guarding her behind, but turned around and kicked him to the ground, which was so painful that he couldn't bear to die.
The second time, after the monthly exam, he covered her head with his hands on the bus, and when she got off the bus, he fell ill again.
The third time, in history class, she imitated his handwriting and copied the papers for him. He saw it and the headache came back to him again.
The fourth time, seeing Wang Ziyang approaching the top of the table, she pulled the table away in desperation and repaid him for her last kindness with bleeding fingers. He turned around and threw the report card on her head, telling her in a cold voice not to dream.
But his grades deteriorated and fevers came one after another.
The fifth time, the fifth time, he was sick. She bought him medicine in the rain during class, but he threw it into the trash can without even looking at it. She walked into the classroom in despair and saw him sitting on the ground, undergoing a massive beating and torture.
This time, he heard that a female student from a neighboring school was being sexually assaulted by her teacher. On the playground, he leaned against the railing, frowned, and quietly welcomed the fatal blow from the bloodthirsty maniac.
It was her appearance that pushed Wang Ziyang into the abyss again and again.
Tang Chun laughed miserably, and suddenly frowned again, a terrible guess appeared in his mind.
He must have always regarded her as that girl.
Otherwise, how could he lift her up, order her to run, and protect her, but he always kept a distance from her, far and near, like a deep mountain, teetering on the edge of collapse, and the sky would collapse if he was not careful.
He couldn't get out, but he longed to get out.
But Tang Chun has always been her obstacle.
Then he will be trapped in it forever, enduring the headache demon torturing him again and again.
Intention: loneliness, healing, redemption.