She is the moonlight in the dark night

Despair is a collection of little things in life.

What happened yesterday was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Ji Yingying was knocked down again and again by the iron rod of life, and then she climbed up from the dust firmly.

Unexpectedly, at the very end, she was pushed lightly and fell into the dust, completely desperate.

After dinner, we returned to the apartment.

Ji Yingying casually threw the canvas bag aside.

The notes related to the assessment fell out of the backpack and scattered on the ground. Ji Yingying didn't seem to notice, she raised her legs and stepped over the documents, and collapsed on the bed.

She lay down for a long time, casually went to the refrigerator to find something to eat.

After cooking a pack of instant noodles, I forgot what it tasted like in an instant.

After eating the instant noodles, she curled up on the bed again, staring at the empty ceiling, watching the daylight change on the ceiling, and finally returned to darkness.

The phone rang again and again, she picked up the phone and took a look, it was Chu Muyao's message to her.

Ji Yingying told Chu Muyao after returning home at noon, she said that she was a little tired today and couldn't have dinner with him at night.

It took six hours for Chu Muyao to reply to her.

Chu Muyao: [I have something to do at home, you should rest well, I will visit you tomorrow. 】

As if Ji Yingying didn't even have the strength to reply to the message, she casually put her phone beside her pillow. The light from the window fell on her calf lying flat on the bed. The colorful lights made her calf straight and smooth, with well-shaped muscles At this moment, the line lay powerlessly flat on the bed.

She was extremely sleepy, but she never closed her eyes.

It's not that Ji Yingying doesn't want to sleep.

It's that she can't sleep.

She had a nightmare last night. The weakness and struggle in the dream were as real as if what happened in the afternoon happened again and again, and she collapsed again and again in the dream.

Even though she was sleepy, she struggled to keep her eyes open.

After being in a daze for a while, the phone rang again.

Ji Yingying fumbled and picked up the phone from the side, thinking that someone was looking for her to chat, but she didn't expect it to be the reminder she had set before.

[[-]:[-] p.m.: Has the scar on the chest healed?Dr. Gao said that if it has not healed by this time, you should go to him for a follow-up visit! 】

Scar
Ji Yingying was stunned, and subconsciously put her finger on the spot where the scar was.

After dozens of days, she has forgotten that there are scars here
Ji Yingying suddenly got up from the bed and walked quickly to the bathroom. She turned on the light in the bathroom.

The cold light filled the bathroom, and she instantly saw herself in the mirror with disheveled hair, pale face, and scars on her cheeks.

The fundus of the eyes is red, and there are two big dark circles under the eyes. It looks like he has suffered from insomnia for a long time.

She tore at the dress, but no scars could be seen either from the neckline or the cuffs.

Ji Yingying raised her left hand and simply took off her clothes, only then did she see the scar on her chest.

The serious injury once left only a pale pink scar on her body, as if it would disappear at any time.

Ji Yingying looked at herself in the mirror, her naked self, her brain that had been in chaos for two days suddenly woke up.

She brushed her messy hair behind her ears with her fingers and stared at the pale pink scar in the mirror.

She wants to live, and to live well!

She was a person who almost died. Could it be that the life saved by Gao Han should be disheartened because of such a trivial matter?
Do not!Do not!Do not!
She hasn't investigated the accident four years ago. She hasn't seen Huo Zheng's regretful eyes. She hasn't become independent by herself.
She has to pull herself together!

Ji Yingying looked up at herself in the mirror, and she was also looking at her in the mirror.

A flash of determination flashed in her eyes, she stroked the pale pink scar on her body, and made up her mind.
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Evening, 08:30.

Ji Yingying got off the bus and walked along the road for more than ten minutes before finding a small tattoo shop.

She stopped at the door of the shop and looked hesitantly at the environment inside. She could see a black-haired woman tattooing someone else.

Ji Yingying pushed the door open and walked in, "Excuse me, can I get white tattoos here?"

"can."

The woman said without raising her head, "If you have a pattern, put it next to the computer. If you don't have a pattern, you can see if there is a pattern you like on the wall."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man lying on the chair cried out in pain, "It hurts!"

Ji Yingying subconsciously shrank her shoulders. She saw the man's tattoo on her arm, and her skin was already red.

Before coming here, Ji Yingying didn't know anything about tattoos, and she didn't know that tattoos sound so scary.

The sound like an electric drill came from the tattoo pen in the woman's hand. It seemed that there was a needle on it, and it repeatedly poked the man's skin with the medicine at a very fast speed.

Ji Yingying stood aside and watched curiously.

The man yelled, and felt a little embarrassed when he noticed Ji Yingying next to him.

"It hurts too much."

He muttered something, as if explaining to himself.

"Can I have a cigarette?"

The woman snorted coldly, "What? Do you think you can smoke if I get a tattoo here? No! I don't allow smoking here!"

“Where is there a tattoo parlor that doesn’t allow smoking”

The man muttered again.

"If you want to be a big brother in society, go to another place. I am engaged in art here. If you don't smoke, go to another place!"

As she spoke, she was about to put away the tattoo pen.

The man apologized quickly, and completely lost the idea of ​​smoking.

The woman also noticed Ji Yingying at this time, she raised her head, showing a delicate face.

Just now, from the back view, the long straight black hair was heroic and heroic, but when placed next to her delicate face, it instantly became a symbol of purity.

She and Ji Yingying had a completely different impression of the tattoo artist, but it was exactly as she said, she looked like an art student in college.

"It's impolite to look at other people's tattoos."

The woman reminded her.

Ji Yingying was a little embarrassed, and quickly looked away.

"I'm sorry, I've never seen the process, so I was fascinated by it, I didn't mean it"

The woman looked at her pullover sweater and jeans, suddenly stopped the tattoo pen, and asked her solemnly, "Show me your ID card, I don't accept underage customers here."

Ji Yingying quickly waved her hand, "I'm an adult, I don't have my ID card, can I have a photo in my phone?"

"can."

There are pulleys under the woman's seat. She came to Ji Yingying's side, glanced at the ID card in Ji Yingying's mobile phone, and then nodded to her.

"Okay, you can choose your appearance at the side, I still have half an hour here."

"Just call me Guan Ke."