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    In the late autumn of 1989/9, Xu Han sneaked behind a red-brick student dormitory at the Academy of Fine Arts, stepped on the broken bricks at the base of the wall, and quietly knocked on a window on the first floor.

    no respond.

    She knocked again.  Ta, tap, tap.  Exactly three times.

    There was still no sound behind the tightly drawn curtains.  Xu Han stood on tiptoe, put his hand into the slightly open gap of the window door, and fumbled to lift the latch.  There were rough embroidery spots on the small metal rod. She took her hand back and her fingertips turned red.  When the curtains are opened, the sun shines into the dark room, and the dust escapes.  She leaned toward the window and saw a chair lying upside down in the middle of the dormitory.  The female student wearing a cheongsam was tied to a chair, her hair was messy, her head was tilted, and she was motionless, like a dead person.  After staring at her blankly for a while, Xu Han jumped off the broken bricks, brought two big bricks, stepped on them and climbed into the window hole.

    When she fell from the window sill, she didn¡¯t cry out in pain or make a sound.  He just got up and staggered towards the female student in cheongsam.  She had a towel stuffed in her mouth.  Xu Han reached out, pulled off the towel, and felt her breath.

    Going around behind her, Xu Han squatted down and untied the belt that bound her hands.  Slender wrists, bruised and bruised.

    The female student didn¡¯t move.  Xu Han grabbed her arm and failed to pull her up.  She stood up and looked around.  There are four beds in the dormitory, only one of which is still covered with quilts.  On the other three, only the bare bed boards were left.  The table under the bed is also clean.

    Xu Han comes to deliver goods every other week.  The last time she came here, the three beds were still occupied.

    Walking to the desk piled with books, she found a cup.  It was sticky, and there was a cockroach lying inside, with its long beard dangling.

    She put down the cup, picked up the thermos at the foot of the table, and poured water into the lid of the thermos.

    The water is cold.

    Xu Han knelt down next to the female student, held her head in his arms, let her rest on his legs, and drank a sip of water.

    The cold water slid over the corners of her dry and flaky mouth, over her lips and teeth, and down her throat.  She moved, slowly raised her hand, and tremblingly hugged the lid of the thermos.

    Xu Han felt the weight on his legs lighten.  It was the female student who raised her head, put her mouth to the lid, and drank the water hungrily.

    Xu Han climbed up without saying a word and walked to the door.

    Before leaving, she looked back at the female student.

    She was still lying on the cold floor, her clothes were messy and her hair was unkempt.  My whole body was trembling, except for the trembling hands holding the lid of the thermos, my knuckles turning white.  The sunlight outside the window fluttered at her feet, and she huddled there like a dying animal.  Gasping and crying.  He tightened his shoulders and whimpered.

    Two weeks later, Xu Han came here again.

    Just like the first time, the female student asked her to sneak in through the front door.  The bedroom door of 116 left a crack for her. She pushed the door open and entered the room, closing the door panel tightly.  The curtains were drawn tightly as usual, leaving only a dim light in the room.  There was an easel with a drawing board in front of the window. Against the light, Xu Han couldn't see clearly what was on the canvas.

    The female student was sitting at the table, holding an eyebrow pencil in her hand, drawing her eyebrows in front of a small mirror.  She wore a new cheongsam with a white background and ink-colored flowers.

    "Your name is girl?" she asked Xu Han.

    Xu Han nodded, took off his schoolbag and found a packet of white powder.

    Looking at her in the mirror, the female student muttered: "Eleven years old." Then she looked at herself in the mirror, traced her eyebrows carefully, and said absently, "I'll give you the money later. Help me take care of the things.  I do not want it."

    Standing by the door without moving, Xu Han still held the package in his hand and looked straight at her.

    After not waiting for her response for a long time, the female student looked at her in the mirror again and met her pure black eyes: "What are you looking at me for? If I can't take my hands off, I will be beaten. You saved my life last time, so this is my reward."  your."

    Xu Han¡¯s eyes turned to her face in the mirror.  The female student drew her eyebrows again.

    After a long while, Xu Han lowered his head, stuffed the bag of white powder back into his schoolbag, and silently carried it on his back.  She stood at the door like a stick, staring at the back of the female student's head without saying a word.

    After drawing her eyebrows, the female student put down her eyebrow pencil and turned to her: "Come here."

    Xu Han walked to her obediently, and Xu Han stopped.  The female student crossed one leg and looked at her carefully.  After a few seconds, he suddenly smiled and said, "You're not handsome at all." After saying that, he took Xu Han's left hand, lowered his eyes, and gently squeezed her palm, "My palm is thin."

    Xu Han found that the female student¡¯s hands were a little rough.  The slender fingers are calloused, hard and irritating.  It is a pair of hands that work all year round.

    &?You, learn more words.  If there are any books you want to read, you can borrow them from me.  "

    Xu Han took it over.  Blue leather, as thick as a brick.  It says "Xinhua Dictionary" on the cover.

    She stood stiffly by the door holding the book, her head lowered and silent.

    "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" A few streams of white smoke came out of her mouth. Zhou Nan held a cigarette in one hand, supported her head with the other, and looked around, "Been beaten?"

    Avoiding her hand, Xu Han shook his head.

    After being silent for a while, Zhou Nan walked back to the window, put out the cigarette butt on the window sill, and closed the curtains: "Have you found your next home?"

    ?Pinching the corners of the dictionary, Xu Han lowered his head and opened his mouth.

    "They said you would still buy it." She heard her own voice.

    Zhou Nan stopped, then walked to the chair, took off her nightgown and threw it to her feet.

    "Who said that?"

    Xu Han said nothing or raised his head.

    "I've quit a few times, but it never lasted more than two months." Zhou Nan put on her cheongsam and rustled, "It's hard to quit once you get into this thing." She turned her back and zipped up her zipper.  After a pause, "Have you brought it with you today?"

    The little girl standing by the door shook her head, as if she could only shake her head.

    Looking at her in the mirror for the last time, Zhou Nan held a red headband in her mouth and raised her arms to pull up her hair.

    "Bring it next week. It's the same as before, every other week." She moved her mouth slightly, "You can go."

    Xu Han turned around and left.

    When she slipped out of the dormitory door, she saw the black Hiromoto again.

    ? ? Black and bright.  It looks very much like Zhou Nan's hair.

    But it never appeared in her paintings.

    The next evening, Xu Han was put in a sack and thrown onto the Guangben.

    Someone pressed her between the driver and the passenger, pulled off the bag, and spat in her face: "This little guy can run fast."

    A southern accent.  Her head was pressed against the cold ashtray, and her face was distorted.  Another voice asked her: "Are you a subordinate of Master Zeng?"

    She didn't speak.  The hot cigarette butt was pressed against her neck.  She shivered violently, her whole body tensed up, and she curled up her toes.

    "Tell Mr. Zeng for me that Wang Shaofeng asked him to mix some ingredients in Zhou Nan's goods, and he won't be able to stop easily." The man told her, "Do you remember?"

    The cigarette butt was still burning the crook of her neck.  She shivered and nodded.

    The car stopped and they threw Xu Han to the side of the road.

    Also thrown down was her schoolbag.  The rough asphalt road wore open the buckle, and the blue-covered dictionary rolled out and rolled into her hand.

    The asphalt concrete was still warm and broke her nose and the corners of her mouth.  She lay on the ground, her mouth full of fishy sweetness.

    She remembered the way Zhou Nan fell in the dormitory crying that day.  The sun was beating at her feet, but she was curled up there like a dying animal.

    Breathing and crying.  He tightened his shoulders and whimpered.

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    Can you tell?

    Zhou Nan is a fostered art school student.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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