One month before the college entrance examination, I opened a room with Liang Medong.
A newly opened express hotel in the city center, very clean inside.
I only had a school uniform, so I looked for my mother’s old-fashioned green floral skirt. I don't know how to put on makeup, so I put on my mother's dark lipstick.
When I arrived, Liang Medong was already here.
He was wearing blue jeans and a white sweatshirt with the number "27" written large on the front.
He is the boy with the best grades in our class and the best-looking one. He is tall, has skin as white as a doll, has thick eyelashes, raised at the end of his eyes, and has a particularly beautiful smile - he is my only choice at the moment.
We both sat on the edge of the bed together.
At first, Liang Medong was talking, until I unzipped the back of the skirt.
In his silence, I opened the collar and took it off. I turned around and saw that he was not moving, so I took his hand and put it on me.
So he held my shoulders, touched my mouth with his lips, clasped my chin, and carefully wiped off my lipstick with his thumb.
This is the first time I've been so close to a person of the opposite sex. Maybe it's because it's him, and it doesn't feel bad.
It was already seven o'clock in the evening when we came out, and the setting sun gilded all the roads and buildings in gold.
Liang Medong has been talking to me, talking about the college entrance examination, his aspirations, the weather, the constellations, and "Detective Conan"...
Suddenly, he called me: "Rose?"
"Yeah." This was the first thing I said to him all afternoon.
"Why did you suddenly..." The sunset was like fire, and his cheeks were dyed red: "When you told me yesterday, you shocked me."
Road 21 is here.
I said, "I'll take this ride home."
"Oh." He seemed a little surprised: "Don't you want to eat together?"
Then he said: "I'll see you off later, it won't be too late."
I shook my head, the car door opened, and I turned around and got in the car.
The car was packed like a sardine can. After I stood up, I saw that Liang Medong was still where he was, with his hands in his jeans pockets. He also noticed me, smiled and waved at me.
The terminus of Route 21 is the train station.
My family lives in an alley next to the train station. There is a small courtyard at the end. There are two houses in the courtyard. One is occupied by the landlord himself and the other is rented to my family.
When I came home, the lights were on in the landlord's house.
My house is still filled with that strong smell of blood.
I rested for a while, found sandpaper and polished the blood stains on the wall. There were too many and I couldn't remove them no matter what.
The landlord knocked on the door and came in. This man was in his thirties. He looked quite honest and honest. He spoke with a thick local accent: "My wife will only work the night shift next Monday. Isn't it going to delay your mother's court session?"
"No delay." He is the only witness. As long as my mother and the witness's confessions are consistent, the case will hopefully be ruled as self-defense. Otherwise, it would be my mother's intention to kill someone.
Of course, she meant to kill someone.
She couldn't beat my dad, so she hacked him to death while he was sleeping.
I didn't go to class anymore and was busy taking my father's body parts, taking them to the crematorium and burning them to ashes, then finding a tree and burying them in them.
I didn't shed tears because I was happy.
He is finally dead, and I no longer have to be kicked by him, whipped with a belt, or touched while drunk.
The beast was finally dead.
I'm so happy.
On Monday night, I went to my landlord's house.
He brought me the buns made by his wife, but I didn't eat them.
