Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Qi Yao lowered her head slightly and stopped talking. She was a good student in everyone's eyes, but only Qi Yao herself knew clearly that she did not want to be a good student.

She wants to kill someone.

After Chang Qing paid the money and came out, he saw the two people standing there without saying a word. After returning the bicycle to the school, he saw that it was getting dark, so he had dinner in a small restaurant next to the school.

Lu Ziming asked: "Are you two neighbors?"

"Well, Qi Yao just moved in not long ago."

"Or, I will move to your neighborhood, and then the three of us can go to school and go home together. There's not many people at my house anyway, and I'll be bored to death when I go back home every day." Lu Ziming said this with a smirk on his face, and inadvertently glanced at the driver waiting at the school gate, with a hint of hostility flashing across his brows.

"I'll go over there."

Lu Ziming walked over and the car window slowly rolled down, revealing a woman with very delicate makeup.

"Your class teacher called me and said that you have made a lot of progress in your studies recently. The gift has been left at home."

The woman looked at him standing lazily and took out a cigarette from her bag. Her brows instantly frowned in displeasure and she said, "Director Zhang also called me and said that you had a few fights a few days ago. Ziming, your father and I are out there running business every day and drinking until we vomit blood. Can't you be considerate of us?"

Lu Ziming had a cigarette in his mouth. After smoking one, he threw the cigarette butt into the trash can. He turned around, waved to Chang Qing and Qi Yao, then got into the car.

"I am just like this anyway. I didn't ask you to give birth to me." He looked indifferent, looking at the woman beside him whom he had only seen a few times a year. "You keep saying it's for my own good. My ears are almost callused from hearing it. Can you change the words to something new?"

There was a hint of sadness in the woman's eyes when she heard this. She and her husband had been busy with work over the years and had ignored Lu Ziming. By the time they found out, Lu Ziming had been to the police station every few days for fighting.

She slowly closed her eyes: "Ziming, don't talk to mom like this. Mom is really sad. Your dad and I have ignored your feelings over the years. We are sorry for you."

Lu Ziming was silent for two seconds. He had hoped countless times that they could look at him after work and have breakfast together as a family like other families, but it seemed that they only cared about making money.

So he rebelled, he fought, he tried all kinds of ways to attract their attention, but except for the first few times, the rest of the time it was his relatives or housekeepers who picked him up from the police station.

He looked out the window, his deep eyes revealing a bit of sadness and confusion as he watched the darkness gradually engulf the entire city until a moon appeared high in the sky.

He didn't know what he wanted. After he finished his meal, he took out the test paper and did it. Looking at those strange yet familiar questions, he always remembered the boy who frowned slightly and hit him on the head every time he deliberately scribbled on the test paper.

The boy said in a cold voice: "If you keep writing nonsense, don't even think about going to the Internet cafe this afternoon."

He doesn't like doing exercises. Even if he doesn't take the college entrance examination, he can still go to a good university abroad. But now he likes to see his classmates get together in the classroom to discuss questions. Although he always says he dislikes it, he will still sit aside and casually pick up a pen to do it with others.

On the other side, Chang Qing and Qi Yao stood in the corridor. She said in a gentle voice, "Qi Yao, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Qi Yao watched the young man walk into the house. With the sound of a door slamming, the surroundings fell into silence. She stood at the door for a while, until the lights in the corridor went out, then she fumbled for the key in her schoolbag and opened the door.

As I walked into the house, a pungent smell of alcohol hit my nose. A drunk man was lying on the sofa with his shoes on, with a few wine bottles at his feet.

Qi Yao looked around as usual in the dim light coming through the open door of the bedroom. She was a little surprised that she didn't see her mother, but she knew that she had to speak quietly so as not to wake up the man on the sofa.

I walked past the man carefully, but there was a bottle on the corner of the table on the ground, which I accidentally knocked over, making a harsh sound.

She turned around and saw that the man on the sofa had straightened his back and was staring at her.

"Yaoyao is back."

The adoptive father narrowed his eyes slightly and burped: "Why don't you turn on the light when you come back?"

Qi Yao suddenly grabbed the strap of her schoolbag, hummed lightly, and walked to the side to turn on the light in the living room in the dim light.

"I had something to do at school today, so I came back late. Seeing that you fell asleep, I didn't want to disturb you."

The lights in the living room suddenly came on, causing the man to close his eyes feeling a little uncomfortable. Only then could he see his face clearly. He did look somewhat human, but probably because he had been drinking and slept on the sofa, his hair was messy and he looked a little sloppy.

"Where's my mother?"

The man looked at Qi Yao, who was standing gracefully under the light, with a burning gaze and put on a gentle smile. He then came to his senses when he saw Qi Yao staring at him with a frown on her face.

"Ah, your mother went back to your grandmother's house. Your aunt's baby is almost one month old, so she went to take a look."

"Yaoyao, have you eaten yet? Uncle will heat up the dishes for you. You've been studying very hard recently. Don't overwork yourself."

"No, I've already eaten in the school cafeteria."

Qi Yao said this, turned around and walked into the room, closed the door tightly, then threw her schoolbag aside and fell on the bed, lying with her arms and legs spread.

"Yaoyao, uncle cut some fruit for you."

Qi Yao didn't open the door. There was a persistent knock on the door. She threw the pen away irritably, took a deep breath, opened the door, forced a smile and said, "Uncle, I'm also busy with the competition recently. Don't worry about me, I can do these things myself."

Seeing that she had only opened the door a crack, the adoptive father held the door with his hand, then pushed it and walked in, almost causing Qi Yao to fall.

"Uncle is also concerned about you. After all, the pressure in the third year of high school is very heavy. I heard that young people nowadays often suffer from depression. Uncle is worried that you push yourself too hard and then don't tell your family about anything."

He sat on Qi Yao's bed and said with a smile: "If you don't understand anything, you can ask your uncle. After all, your uncle helped you with your homework in junior high school. The teacher also praised you for being smart and praised me for being responsible."

Qi Yao's body froze, and after a long while he said, "Uncle, I have to study, please go out."

"What a shame, kid! You used to be so well-behaved, but now the older you get the more distant you become from your uncle." The adoptive father shook his head.

Qi Yao took a deep breath, then sat at the desk with a pen in hand. She felt dizzy and her hands were shaking slightly. She couldn't write a single word.

She just sat there blankly until there was a sudden deafening thunder outside the window, followed by the crackling sound of rain, which hit the window of her room heavily.

The wind made the curtains rustle and fly in the air. Qi Yao's dark eyes looked like a bottomless pool of black water under the light. She stood up slowly and felt the wind bringing the rain outside into the house. The mist hit her face and she was completely awakened from the past.

After closing the window, the curtains slowly fell from the air.

Qi Yao really doesn't like this kind of thundering and raining weather, it always reminds her of some very bad things, but

After hearing the noise outside gradually die down, she lay on the bed, touched the fruit knife under her pillow, and slowly closed her eyes.

After a long time, the light outside suddenly turned on, and the light coming through the crack in the door illuminated the entire dark room obliquely and fell on the sleeping face of the girl. The girl's eyes trembled slightly, and her beautiful brows slowly frowned.

"Yaoyao, are you asleep?" The man's soft voice sounded softly outside the door, and then the surroundings returned to silence. He stood at the door for a long time, listening hard to see if the person in the room was asleep.

Then, there was a slight sound from the door handle. The girl on the bed, with her eyes still tightly closed, slowly reached her left hand under the pillow and grabbed the fruit knife.

She was silent, just as she had been silent for so many years, but in her heart she was silently counting the man's steps.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...

"Yao Yao..."

The man walked over quietly and came to Qi Yao's bed. Looking at the girl's peaceful face, his heart couldn't help but be moved. After looking at her closely for a few seconds, he slowly bent down.

"Yaoyao, you have been afraid of thunder since you were a child. Uncle is worried about you, so he came to see you."

Qi Yao slowly opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her with cold eyes. She suddenly smiled gently, pulled out the knife very quickly, and stabbed it into the man's lower body quickly and accurately.

An extremely shrill scream was heard, and Qi Yao quickly pulled out the fruit knife.

"How dare you touch me, bitch..."

Veins popped up on the man's face in pain, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, he kept cursing, and raised his hand to slap Qi Yao.

Qi Yao was young and it was the first time for him to hurt someone. Seeing the blood spurting out of the man's body, she was shocked and did not have time to dodge the slap.

With a clang, the fruit knife fell to the ground.

"You are a bitch. I provided you with food, clothing and education, and this is how you repay me in the end. You are a burden. You have been eating my food for so many years for nothing. I will kill you..."

The fists fell on Qi Yao's body like raindrops, just like in the past, but Qi Yao seemed to be possessed, staring straight at the blood-stained fruit knife on the ground, looking at it through the light coming through the crack in the door. The blood bewitched her mind, and she reached out her hand to pick up the fruit knife, completely ignoring the mad man.

The moment I clenched the knife, all the blood in my body was clamoring to kill the beast in front of me. As long as I killed this beast, my mother would never be beaten again, and I would not have to live in fear every day.

Ding Dong, the doorbell rang!

Because of the knife wound, the man beat Qi Yao madly and soon he didn't even have the strength to curse.

The sound of the doorbell brought Qi Yao back to her senses at the critical moment. The only person knocking on the door so late at night could be the Su family next door who heard the man's screams and came over to take a look.

Qi Yao stood up without saying a word, straightened her clothes, and walked towards the door.

The door slowly opened, and standing outside was a young man who was a head taller than her. He was wearing black pajamas and his hair was slightly messy. At this moment, his eyes fell on her with concern.

Chang Qing also looked at Qi Yao in front of him. She was holding a bloody fruit knife in her hand, her face was pale, there were bloodstains on her clothes, and her delicate white face was now red and swollen, which looked somewhat shocking.

Just by looking at it, one can already imagine what kind of horrific experience the girl must have gone through.

Qi Yao didn't expect that the person standing at the door was Chang Qing. She stood there in a daze, her hands and feet cold.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Everyone has self-esteem. Now that this appearance appeared in front of the boy, she felt an unprecedented fear in her heart.

Finally, she said in a very difficult tone: "Su, Su He, why are you here?"

The young man's eyes scanned her face for a few times, and after making sure that she was okay, his frown obviously relaxed a lot. He strode into the house, protecting Qi Yao behind him, and looked coldly at the man who stumbled out.

"Don't touch her."

When the man saw this scene, he was immediately furious. He had long been plotting against Qi Yao. Now, as he watched the girl grow up to be more and more beautiful, his secret and dirty thoughts became more active.

He finally took advantage of the opportunity when Qi Yao's mother took her brother back to her parents' home, but before he could do anything, he was stabbed. Then he saw Qi Yao hiding behind a young man.

He looked at Chang Qing with resentment: "You little bastard, this is my family's business, what the hell is it to you? Stop meddling in other people's business."

Chang Qing sneered, turned his head slightly to look at Qi Yao, and said in a coaxing voice:

"Close your eyes first, give me the knife, and don't hurt yourself."

Qi Yao reached out and grabbed Chang Qing's clothes, shook her head with tears in her eyes, her eyes were broken and desperate, like mud that could not be escaped.

She seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, shaking her head frantically, her voice choking with sobs: "Su He, don't."

Don't gamble your future for such a scum. This clean and handsome boy is the pride of his teachers and the light in the hearts of many classmates. He has amazed many people.

He should have walked cleanly on his sunny road instead of watching her struggling in the quagmire so miserably and trying to pull her out.

Qi Yao was afraid that the mud splashing from her body would stain the boy's clothes.

"Yaoyao, be good. You are not suitable to watch the scene below."

"Believe me."