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Chapter 455 Awakening

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    There was no pause, and Wang Xiaoxiao's tone could not tell the emotion.

    ¡ª¡ª"I straightened up with difficulty, pulled the bicycle out of the ditch, and didn't dare to ride any more. I pushed it all the way to school to finish the class. I had a high fever when I went home that night, and my temperature was raised, as well as my understanding of this  The family's indifference and cruelty have a deeper hatred.

    Later, the difficult college time was finally over, and I also had a formal job. Although the salary was not much, it was enough to support myself.  I moved out of the house, changed all my phone numbers, and didn't want to have any contact with them anymore, although I also know that 99% of them would not take the initiative to contact me.

    With the rise of the Internet, I also learned to chat online.  When I come home every day, it feels good to have someone to talk to.  With an id that no one knows, it seems that there is a chance to start a new life.

    I disguised myself as a college student with a happy family and excellent grades. Amidst the praise, I tried to find the most missing part of my childhood.  Slowly, a boy noticed me and often came to talk to me.  He is a local college student. I have a natural affinity for people with good grades. I always pull him to ask questions, and he tells me patiently.

    It was only later that I found out that he had already discovered from my questions that I was not a college student, but he was kind and never exposed me, but carefully kept my virtual pride for me.

    On my birthday, he confessed.  Facing the phrase "I like you" on the blue screen, I have a particularly unreal feeling.  It was as if someone had set fire to his chest, or as if it had been stuffed with a ball of cotton. He couldn't breathe, and even suspected that he was hallucinating.

    This is the first time for me to feel such direct kindness from this world, some people like me, some people like me, unexpectedly, some people like me.  I am no longer that superfluous person who is disliked, hated, and ignored. Someone likes me.

    Later, when I thought about it countless times, I felt that he was my compensation from God.

    He didn't know that my heart was shaking, and he sent a nervous question mark. I couldn't help crying, asked for his phone number, and called him directly.  The voice from the opposite side was very gentle, steaming the fine sweat on my back.  On the phone, I confessed to him my birth and my real situation.

    The next day, we met.

    Without the cover of the Internet, I am so cramped in reality.  He was also very shy and didn't dare to look me in the eye.  We walked round and round along the street, and he bought me a bucket of big bubble gum. I chewed it, thinking he was stupid, but my heart was very sweet.

    Falling in love with him is salvation for me.  He always encourages me and affirms me. I am so good, independent and lovely in his mouth, just like a perfect person.  His tenderness, thoughtfulness and love are things I have never had but longed for the most.  I depend on him, love him, and worship him even more.  This kind of emotion makes me constantly reflect on whether I am worthy of him.

    I decided to take the college entrance examination and become a college student like him.  After get off work, he took me to their classrooms for self-study, gave me lectures, and looked at his soft side face countless times, and I wanted to cry. I felt that I had such a good person.

    I have to take care of both work and school, and I soon feel short of time.  I didn't want to ask my family for money, so I had to sleep less than two or three hours a day to read books and do quizzes.

    He saw that I was exhausted and haggard, and advised me to quit my job. He could first lend me money for my studies.  Then, he took out the IOU that he had written a long time ago, and urged me to sign it somewhat domineeringly.  Looking at this big boy who can always guess my concerns, I secretly swear in my heart that I will treat him well for the rest of my life and not marry unless he is the one.

    ?After being admitted to university, I still have a kind of inferiority complex in my mind. I feel that I was born in a junior college, and I am not as good as those students who were recruited.  The negative emotions flowing in my blood were reawakened, which made me feel like a frightened bird in many moments. I was out of place in the dormitory for six people.

    I am afraid that everyone will look down on me.  But I don't know, the more cowardly I am, the more people look down on me.

    Careful, he found that instead of being unhappy after I went to college, I became more and more silent day by day.  He tentatively asked me: "I'm your boyfriend, should I treat your roommate to dinner?" I bit my lip and shook my head, he looked thoughtful.

    In the days that followed, he kept asking me to sing to him, because he thought I sang very well.  I just sang it over and over again, and I always felt very relaxed when I sang, as if all my troubles were flowing in the notes, and when the singing stopped, the sorrow disappeared.

    A few weeks later, our school was going to hold a singing competition, and he kept encouraging me to sign up.  I quickly refused, saying I couldn't do it.  He patiently advised me that this is a good opportunity to perform, don't miss it.  More importantly, he does not want my beautyOnly in front of him can it bloom.  He told me that if I want to say goodbye to my childhood self, I must learn to truly embrace the world.

    On the day of the competition, I stood shyly on the stage, and the moment the spotlight hit me, all the audience looked at me.  All of a sudden, I was dragged back to the scene when my classmates talked about "no one wanted me".

    My hand holding the microphone trembled uncontrollably, my brain went blank, my eye circles began to turn red, and the hatred and inferiority that I had suppressed surged up round and round.

    For so many years, I thought I had forgotten, but I didn¡¯t. The deeper I hid them, the deeper their roots became.

    I caught his worried eyes in the audience, and I just wanted to apologize to him with my eyes and tell him "I'm sorry, I really can't do it".  Just when I was about to step off the stage in embarrassment amidst boos, he suddenly stood up and sang my prepared "myheartwillgoon" loudly.

    Seeing him who is usually introverted and quiet, stretching his neck like reciting a book, shouting the crooked melody in tune, I was stunned.  The focus of the audience suddenly shifted to him, and the roar of laughter from the crowd became louder and louder.  His face was flushed, but he never stopped talking, he just looked at me fixedly, and just sang like that.

    That moment, to him who has always been shy, may be no less difficult and long than Ling Chi.

    At that moment, he was a clown in the eyes of others, but he was the tallest hero in my heart.

    He encouraged me with all his strength, just to lift up my soul that fell into the ditch that year and never got up again.

    I collected myself, raised the microphone, and sang along with his singing, mixed with tears, throbbing and heartbeat.

    He "escorted" me all the way until the chorus part. At the moment when the high note broke out, I felt that something broke out of my body and finally melted into a brand new me.  "(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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