The world is taken over by crazy and sick people

Chapter 87 Tree Climbing

I must say, I'm a generous girl.

In the past 22 years, many people have hurt me, including my parents, relatives, teachers, classmates, neighbors, and strangers. They abandoned me, beat me, insulted me, scolded me, stepped on me, and even wanted to kill me. But those who were too weak to retaliate at the time, or who are too deeply involved to retaliate now, or who treated me like that, I have let go of them.

I can even look at all of them calmly and then pass by them in silence.

But when Wang Liwu asked me if I was jealous that day, I was really pissed off.

I slept in my room all day with the door locked. I wouldn't open it even if the house was demolished.

So what if this is her home?

What can I do if the sky falls?

If she had the guts, she would kick me out.

Since she has slept for nothing so many times in the past, just consider it as paying for her food, accommodation and lodging.

I thought so angrily with resentment.

I cried under the quilt until it got wet.

I must say, I am also a strong girl.

You can go and ask around. There is an abandoned granary from the old times at the east end of our village, and there is a story of mine that tells of my extraordinary dominance.

That place is deserted, but it is a good place for kids to hang out.

When I was a kid, I loved climbing up the warehouse wall and sliding down the telephone poles. But one year, I fell flat on my face.

I was climbing the wall, and a few kids playing with me were playing with discarded wires nearby, swinging on them. They were all having their own fun.

I was immersed in the joy of sliding off the electric poles, while the other kids were immersed in swinging the thick electric wires higher and higher. I stood on the top of the wall facing the wind, the wind whistled in my ears, it sounded very impressive, I looked over, and saw a bunch of twisted black vinyl wires hanging between two abandoned electric poles, they were majestically swung in the air by my friends below, like a giant swinging a big rope, I instantly found it very interesting.

With my little butt sticking out, I stood on the wall, ready to observe carefully, when something unexpected happened.

I don't know what mysterious force inspired my friend to grab one end of the majestic wire, and then he lost it all. The inertia was so strong that the peeling wires that had been released were like a kite with a broken string, all swung into the air, as if they had eyes, and rushed towards me who was originally in a safe range. The wires lashed my neck like a whip, and in a flash, they swept me into the air.

I was only about six or seven years old, small and thin, and it felt like I was flying. Before my brain could react, I was standing on the wall, but when I opened my eyes, I was already seven or eight meters in the air. I heard my heart skip a beat and my face turned pale.

In just four or five seconds, I felt like I had lived a life that lasted only a few years. I was suffocated to the extreme. The wire swung down, strangling my neck and swinging left and right in the air. My toes slid against the ground, trying to stop the swing. At that time, I didn't know the term friction. I just knew that I had to find a way to reach the ground to stop the wire from swinging, because my neck was almost strangled to death.

My friends are so young too, there’s nothing they can do even if they’re anxious.

After about ten seconds, the shaking stopped and I was taken down. My entire neck was entangled with the wires, and several layers of skin had fallen off. It was bloody red.

Someone was crying beside me.

I was stunned, my head was full of little stars, I grabbed something to steady myself, I just felt dizzy, my neck was tight and I wanted to vomit, my heart was beating fast, I wanted to vomit even more. But I had to tell my friends who cared about me that it didn't hurt, it was okay.

They pointed at me fearfully and said, Jiaojiao, look quickly.

I looked down and saw there was no skin from my chest to my neck.

But it didn't really hurt, just numb. From my body to my brain, I felt dizzy, and my heart was beating loudly, like a drum. I heard a very frightening sound in my ears, and I turned around to see that everyone was very scared, but I didn't see anyone crying heartbreakingly.

I was confused. My mind was spinning.

It's just a little rotten, it doesn't hurt, why are you crying? Who will cry for me?

***

Many people who are friendly to me have said that I am a freak who never cries. This is an exaggeration.

I am a human being, so I will definitely cry. But I like to hold it in and keep it in. If I can’t hold it in any longer, I will find a small dark corner to vent quietly.

But when he met Wang Liwu, it seemed like a mysterious switch was turned on.

Especially that day in the villa, I burst into tears.

My brain is spinning. I won't open the door for seven or eight hours. No matter who is talking outside the door, I won't listen. My aunts always complain that I'm stubborn, and I admit it. I don't want to listen to Wang Liwu.

But after being stuffy all day, the room was almost dark. I wanted to get some fresh air, and as soon as I got out of the quilt, I saw a sturdy woman in black lying outside the bedroom balcony. She was holding a hammer and was about to hit the glass window.

On the second floor, in the evening, a woman in black, like Spider-Man, with long hair and a big hammer, was hanging from the window, looking very majestic.

I was feeling pretty upset at first, but I don't know why, when I saw her like that, I, who have a very low sense of laughter, burst out laughing, showing my big teeth, and a big snot bubble popped on my nose.

So funny.

Why is Wang Liwu's dog so...tsk tsk...it would be a waste of his physical condition if he doesn't act in horror movies or Hollywood American heroes.

I stuck my head out of the bed, watching and laughing at her with great interest, just like watching a movie. I thought it would be nice to have a bowl of melon seeds.

Through the window, she looked up and her eyes met mine. Her pupils obviously trembled. She observed me, but slowly, her eyes narrowed and stared at me with a death stare. I was very brave. I adjusted my posture and lay comfortably. I covered my mouth and smiled at her like a monkey. Her perfect model face turned black in an instant.

Without even looking at me, she put the big hammer on her tight waist without saying a word. The waist of her black pants was tightened, and her tall figure immediately became cool and imposing. I saw her lowering her head to tie her hair outside the transparent glass, and then slowly and carefully rolled up her sleeves, folding them in circles.

I swallowed hard and widened my eyes. I had a strong premonition that the iron hammer on her waist was not meant to knock on the window, but to hit me when she came in.

I was so scared that I immediately threw off the quilt and jumped up.

The memories of the dead are controlling me. I forgot to mention that when I was a child, my neck was peeling off. When I got home, my grandma beat me with a broom. My ears were pulled and I was dragged to the clinic. My grandma scolded me as a "debt collector" and said that she had a miserable life and it was a sin to have me.

I must say that we are a family of three and I know how much she loves me! But I also know how much she hates me when she scolds and beats me. Then my grandfather, who is like a guiding light, always stays silent in the house, pretending not to see, and even happily claps to the rhythm of the Qinqiang opera on TV. His attitude is the same: if you don’t have ears, I will beat you to death if I can’t beat you to death. This made my already miserable childhood and youth even worse…

I feel like if Wang Liwu came in with his sleeves rolled up, he would have beaten me. It would have probably led to a tragic end to my absurd youth...

Pulling the quilt, I seemed to be wearing a battle robe, and ran barefoot to the window and gave her——

Begging for mercy and acting cute.

I have to admit my shortcomings. I'm not very good at this.

But I think she can eat it.

I guess she would eat it even if it tastes bad.

Aunt Luo is definitely a good housekeeper. She cleans the windows very cleanly, and it seems like there is nothing between Wang Liwu and me.

When we meet face to face, I can even count how many eyebrows she has.

But Wang Liwu and his group don't have any sympathy at all! If she were a man, in our village, no matter how pretty she was or how rich she was, the young wives and old ladies in the east and west of the village would definitely poke her in the back and say that she deserved to have no wife!

Because when I pretended to cry, she didn't follow the script at all, "frowning, softening, hugging and kissing", but her face suddenly became gloomy and fierce. She said, "Open up." She acted like a fool, and I cursed her to death in my heart.

Then I mouthed to her, pouting and saying, "You're so fierce. I'm scared."

She replied to me, "Be good," and the gloom in her eyes faded a little.

The conversation is about to become disgusting. Can it continue to happen to an independent woman like me who is carrying the banner of women's rights?

Of course not! I smacked my lips and said a word.

"roll."

The lip movements are very standard. The smile is very happy.

Not surprisingly, she was visibly irritated by me in a matter of seconds, and gave up on communicating with me. Like a gangster in a cartoon, she started smashing the window with a hammer. The sound of "bang bang bang" made my head buzz.

For the sake of my life, I definitely cannot let the situation get worse. From the Thirty-Six Stratagems, I’ll try another one right away!

Act like a spoiled child to her.

Through the window, I seemed to grab the corner of her clothes, and shook my hands in the air, saying, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, Sister Xiaowu, don't come in, I will open the door for you..." I wanted to kneel down in front of her like a dog!

With so many soft words, her already weak will was shaken again. Obviously, she had not been in love much and had no experience, unlike me, who at least studied a few old novels.

I looked at the summer evening, the blue clouds hanging outside the window, as if they were melted into the landscape oil painting, very beautiful, very beautiful, especially the handsome poplar tree behind her outside the window, dark at night, straight and tall, the whole thing is amazing! I love it! It immediately reminded me of the telephone pole that I loved to play with when I was a child.

As soon as the idea came to his mind, he pinched his waist, pointed in that direction, acted arrogantly, and said: "Hey, climb up the tree and slide down. I want to see." He also wanted to learn the two thousand five hundred thousand.

She got angry instantly. I guess.

No need to think, you can guess the heel.

I saw the veins on the back of her hands bulging through the window glass, and her micro-expressions were struggling. I was very smart and I analyzed her psychological activities immediately:

She wanted to hit me, but she felt that she shouldn't bother with someone as cunning and stupid as me.

I give her a beating every day and I give her a beating too.

I'm not afraid anymore.

I'm going to get a beating today. I won't pretend anymore.

She glared at me and I laughed.

If she glared at me again, I would make faces at her.

She glared at me again, and then she put her hands on her hips and said little by little!

Then, suddenly she looked deeply into my pupils, deeply. Then...

She leaped up into the air in the dark night, leaping like a flying bird to the tree two meters behind her. The dense leaves in the sky were shaking, and she clung to the straight trunk of the poplar tree with her arms, her lower body dangling in the air like a plastic bag... She struggled to cling to it with her arms, rubbing and sliding downwards, the bark scraping against her clothes, her arms and legs were rubbed to a cold white, and then she rubbed down cruelly.

I was so shocked that I covered my mouth tightly and my heart was about to jump out of my throat.

Suddenly I remembered that she is now in a wheelchair and her legs can hardly move.

Halfway through her slide, her tall body tumbled to the ground in a mess. She turned over with difficulty using her elbows, but still managed to dress herself properly as quickly as possible. Then, through a floor and a window of bright glass, she looked up at me with complexity and depth in the night.

I don't understand that look.

I was so scared that I quickly opened the window and jumped down.

……

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I forgot you couldn't leave."

I apologized like crazy, cried like crazy, and my mind went blank.

How could I forget such a thing?

Is it because she usually acts too strong in front of me and holds me so tightly that I ignore the fact that she is also in the darkest point in her life?

How could I do this...

Others can do it, but why can't I see her pain?

She will protect me for the rest of her life, that’s what she told me before. I will protect her for the rest of her life, that’s what I told her in my heart.

How can I...

She fell to the ground, I hugged her shoulders tightly, knelt beside her, and burst into tears.

Before I could finish crying, I suddenly felt a cold scolding in my arms.

"Not dead yet."

"Kneel straight!"

***

This woman is so vicious.

I hate her.

It’s such a hot day, late at night, and the culprit of the dark wrinkles is under the poplar tree.

She punished me to kneel down in front of her!

Then she ate popsicles and watched the fun.

She also asked me to massage her legs.