Love Letters

That evening, He Miao missed his stop because he was sleeping.

When we got off the bus, the sun had already set and dusk had fallen.

After the rain, the streets are full of potholes.

He Miao, who had missed his stop, was thinking about how to get back. He searched his whole body but still couldn't find enough money for a taxi.

Call Zhang Meili to pick her up?

No! Zhang Meili was already angry, so it was good enough that she didn't eat.

He Miao rejected this idea almost immediately.

It was three stops away from where she usually got off, and He Miao walked back while thinking of a solution.

After the summer rain, the heat and humidity come together, and the whole body is covered with a sticky feeling, as if super glue is sticking to the skin, and the stuffiness comes.

The sultry summer breeze blew, bringing with it a whiff of earthy smell.

There were shallow puddles on the ground, like a mirror, reflecting the lights of the surrounding buildings.

The drizzle is still falling, rustling!

Tiny ripples spread out on the surface of the puddle, fine and light.

He Miao took a shortcut.

The lights in the alley were still dim, and empty and broken beer bottles were tilted and crookedly lined up next to the trash can.

Flies were circling around the barrel lid, emitting a foul stench. The exterior walls of the old residential buildings were mottled with moss marks left by the years.

The lights in the corridor were dim, and the moth flapped its wings towards the light source without caring about its life, until it was trapped in the narrow space of the lampshade, deprived of oxygen, and lost its life.

"Beat me to death!"

When we reached the entrance of a quiet alley, we suddenly heard a noise.

He Miao was stunned when he heard the voice, then reacted.

From childhood to adulthood, she rarely participated in fights, but she was definitely not unfamiliar with them. However, most of the time she was just an indifferent spectator.

The less trouble, the better.

He Miao lowered his head, tightened the strap of his schoolbag, and quickened his pace.

After taking two steps, suddenly, there was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground in front of me.

What followed was more cursing and laughter from the men.

He Miao's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Getting closer and closer to the source of the sound, it seems to be a must-pass place.

When passing a small fork in the road, He Miao saw the source of the sound.

She subconsciously took a step back and moved her gaze over.

He Miao suddenly stopped, raised his head stiffly and looked up.

At the end of the corner, three or five people gathered.

Each of them held an iron rod in his hand and looked like someone who was not easy to mess with.

"You have today too?"

"Damn it, last time you beat me up I had to stay in the hospital for a long time. This time I'll let you have a taste of that, too."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he was beaten again.

The sound of the iron rod hitting human muscles and bones is creepy.

He Miao's steps suddenly stopped.

Heartbeat!

Compared with them, Mao Min and the others were just like playing house, although they were all very bad.

She covered her lips and stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes.

In the crowd was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen, also carrying a schoolbag, who should be the same age as her.

The boy was dressed in black, even his school bag was black.

He was held down and made to squat in the corner, and he did not resist or make a sound even when he was hit with sticks.

What caught my eye was still a pair of dark and deep ink-colored pupils, now filled with gloom and anger.

He looked grumpy, wild and cruel.

Even though he was being held up and imprisoned, his back remained straight.

Their eyes met in the air, and He Miao subconsciously took a step back to avoid it.

When she poked her head out to look again, he saw her through the crowd and still said nothing.

He Miao didn't dare to continue looking and could only quickly look away.

She retreated silently into the corner, and no one seemed to notice her except him.

After hesitating for a long time, she walked forward indifferently.

The alley was only seven or eight meters wide, and she could get through it in less than ten seconds.

Just walk past it and pretend you didn't see it.

As long as she didn't make any noise and he didn't make any noise, no one would notice her.

He Miao rummaged through his schoolbag, zipped it up, then squatted down and tied his shoelaces.

Her white canvas shoes were now covered in small spots of mud, and there was no trace of their original appearance.

"Do you know why you ended up in my hands today?"

Seeing that the boy didn't say anything, the man began to talk to himself.

"Your good friend betrayed you."

"You offended me in order to help him, and now he sells you out in the blink of an eye in order not to offend me."

As the sound of laughter rang out, footsteps fell one after another.

"I asked you to be a good person."

The cursing and the sounds of fighting continued.

He Miao walked away.

My heart feels like it's being grabbed by someone and I can't be free.

One meter, two meters, three meters...

Just as He Miao reached the center of the alley, someone suddenly called her.

"stop!"

He Miao looked up subconsciously.

"What are you looking at!"

The other party seemed to have noticed her and threatened fiercely: "If you look at me again, I will dig out your eyes."

"I-I didn't see anything."

He Miao lowered his head and walked forward silently while explaining.

"Leave her alone."

Seeing He Miao's cowardly look, few people didn't take it seriously.

As soon as he was out of their sight, He Miao quickened his pace and ran.

When there was no one in sight, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the quiet alley.

"It's so funny. Is she that scared? She's running so fast."

There were intermittent sounds of laughter.

"By the way, how long has that woman been waiting here?"

I didn’t think there was anything wrong at first, but when I saw He Miao running away, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Shit! She's not going to call the police, is she?"

"Go stop her!"

Some people panicked and hurriedly chased after him.

He Miao had just started running when she heard someone chasing her. She gritted her teeth, mustered up her courage, and continued running.

She was running very fast. She was wearing a pair of high-top canvas shoes, and her calves made a lot of footsteps when she ran.

It was too dark and the road was uneven, so He Miao almost ran and jumped.

A hand reached out from behind and grabbed her arm.

Soon, the other party exerted force and she was pulled back and almost fell down.

He Miao opened his eyes wide in shock, and an indescribable panic instantly spread throughout his body.

"What are you running for?"

The other party snorted, "Which school are you from?"

"How much did you see and hear about what happened just now?"

Questions came one after another, and He Miao had already forgotten what they were going to ask.

"I really didn't see anything."

He Miao waved his hands repeatedly.

Several people exchanged glances and finally turned their attention to He Miao.

Several ruffian-looking young men gathered around and surrounded He Miao.

For a moment, He Miao was like a little lamb besieged by a pack of wolves...

"If you didn't see it, then why did you run so fast?"

There were lustful looks in the eyes of several of them, and you could tell at a glance that they had no good intentions.

"I... am in a hurry to go home for dinner."

He Miao continued walking, pretending not to see it.

She couldn't help but shrink back, but her body was pressed against the corner and she had nowhere to retreat.

"you......."

Before he could finish his words, a police sirens suddenly sounded, which was particularly obvious in the quiet alley.