A short piece of abuse, the problems can be pointed out, and the author is not polite.
My name is Yi You, but my grandma always says this is a bad name.
"There is a knife hanging above the word "superior". The more superior you are, the heavier the knife becomes."
The year she finished speaking, my parents were crushed into bloody pieces by a truck.
My eldest aunt took me in, but she always thought I had too much rice in my bowl.
Until the boy who repaired the car wiped away my tears with his hands covered with engine oil: "I will support you from now on."
He killed someone for me, and the blood splattered on my broken school uniform.
On the day the verdict was announced in court, the boys who bullied me smiled and mouthed at me: "You are lucky."
Later I opened a car repair shop in Yunnan.
Whenever the setting sun dyes the wrench red with blood, I always think of the last look he looked at me -
There was no love there, only overwhelming regret.
---Mom and Dad, you named me "Yi You" and wish me a smooth and prosperous life. But in this short life of mine, why do I only have so much "worry", endless and bottomless? If I had known this, it would have been better to just call me Yi You.
Luo Fei, you big idiot.
I will always like you.
Purpose: Reject school violence