Painkillers

Seventeen-year-old Jiang Ling always lowered her head and looked at her toes, until one evening, the dazzling red color on Shen Qingfeng's shoulders came into her eyes. On the day when Jiangling's embarrassing family secrets were maliciously revealed, Shen Qingfeng tore up Jiangling's graffitied textbook in front of the whole class, but on Sunday he went into the classroom and put a leaf bookmark collaged into a butterfly shape in the new book given to her. Everyone said that the transfer student Shen Qingfeng had a cold and fierce face, but they didn't know that they were hiding in an abandoned classroom and sharing each other's body temperature. Shen Qingfeng used an ice Coke can to apply to Jiang Ling's red and swollen eyes. The girl's shoulder blades stood out abruptly, and there were unspeakable old marks hidden under her school uniform. Jiang Ling traced the scars with trembling fingers, and Shen Qingfeng suddenly grabbed her trembling hand: "I'll help you stuff the garbage into the trash can. Can you... Teach me?" Only then did Jiang Ling realize that they were the same kind. When Jiang Ling's cold fingertips touched the old rattan marks on her back, and the warmth dripped again across her back, her whole body began to overflow with some kind of emotion. Only then did Shen Qingfeng realize that the unspeakable feeling was like a thousand monarch butterflies flying out from between his ribs. When Jiang Ling fainted again, Shen Qingfeng carried her through the puddles in the rain. Under the soaked shirt, his thin back pressed against his thin chest, as if his flesh and blood would turn into a butterfly in the next second. No one knew the day Jiangling's mother disappeared. Other women on the street said that a man came to Jiang Ling's house, and since then, Jiang Ling's mother has been missing. The woman's love interest kept coming over. When the man was drunkenly banging on the iron door in the middle of the night, Shen Qingfeng arrived and knocked the man unconscious with a brick. Shen Qingfeng hugged the trembling girl who was lying on the ground and watched Jiang Ling cry. Her lips pressed against the girl's eyes and kissed away the bitter tears. It turned out that Shen Qingfeng had already learned what Jiang Ling taught her in those moments when she thought she couldn't feel anything. During the hug, Shen Qingfeng saw the familiar cigarette butts on the ground. Jiang Ling hadn't seen Shen Qingfeng for three days, and she habitually looked at her empty seat. Until she heard from the teacher that Shen Qingfeng had transferred to another school, Jiang Ling tried every means until a man found her and handed Jiang Ling a letter with Shen Qingfeng's handwriting on it. Torn pieces of letter paper were scattered on the ground, and the end of the letter, "It's all over." This sentence had been stained by water stains, and it sounded vaguely like Jiangling's whimpering. Seven years later, when Jiangling opened the glass door of the conference room, the representative of Party A was adjusting the projector with his back to the door. The figure in the dark gray suit made Jiangling feel inexplicably familiar. The figure turned around, and Jiang Ling froze in place with a familiar yet unfamiliar face - Shen Qingfeng was still as cold as seven years ago, and only glanced at Jiang Ling lightly, as if he didn't recognize her. While Jiang Ling felt lucky, loss and resentment slowly began to boil in her bones and blood. She thought that Shen Qingfeng was really a white-eyed wolf. Until she was blocked by the woman in the underground garage. The hot breath of the woman behind her sprayed on Jiang Ling's neck, and a wet sting came. The bite marks were exactly the same as those seven years ago. The author writes in a primary school student style. Intention: Study hard and make progress every day