When I woke up, I was beaten to death by a stranger

Chapter 42 The Outsider

Valentin didn't come home all night, and I didn't close my eyes all night either.It started snowing at six o'clock. I went out to buy a cup of coffee. When I went downstairs, I found that the window of the car was broken. The security guard next to me told me that some troublemakers smashed several cars last night and were taken away by the police. He left and asked me if I wanted to call the insurance company.I can't think about it, I don't have energy, so I don't have any strong feelings. I just waved my hand and told him not to use it for the time being. I forced myself to go to school. During the class, I didn't sleep for eight hours in three days. I should have gone to bed early last night, but I still stayed up all night.The sun has risen, the cold and morning light give people a sense of unreality, the bus is passing by, and the morning exercisers are still wearing the fluorescent yellow T-shirt, which is no different from every morning in the past. Sadness is in such a peaceful environment. It seemed so absurd that I had to be confused and suspect that everything a few hours ago was a dream.

This sense of dream was quickly shattered.This morning was supposed to be a professional class, so I went to the fourth floor to take Yu Beibei’s literature class as usual, wondering whether to talk to him, we don’t know each other that well, but I can no longer handle my emotions alone .As soon as I walked to the door of the classroom, my phone dinged. I picked it up and saw that it was an email from the teacher of the professional class.When I saw the red dot, I felt some bad premonition for some reason, so I stopped immediately, stood at the door of the classroom and clicked on the email.

The email was sent by the professor alone, with my name signed at the beginning, it was not long, only a few lines, I glanced at it and saw a "examination substitute", I suddenly panicked.He said that although considering that this is my professional course, any punishment will have a great impact on me, but substituting exams and substitute classes is not allowed. I have not fulfilled my responsibility as a student. He regretfully informed me that he could not Don't drop me from this class, give it an F, and don't have to go back.

I stood there, looked around blankly, and glanced at the window outside the corridor. The sun was still hanging there, and it seemed to be brighter than before, almost dazzling. "Let's go!" The person behind urged.I mechanically moved a few steps, turned around the back of the classroom a few times, felt that my legs were weak, found a chair and sat down, and within two seconds I bounced up again, turned around and rushed out the door, just in time to wipe Yu Bei Bei shouldered over, and he turned back in surprise: "Where are you going? What happened to you?"

But I didn't bother to answer the question, so I just kept walking until I reached the professor's office, but I couldn't find anyone. Then I remembered that this is a professional class, and he should be in the classroom.When they found the classroom and opened the door, everyone turned around. The professor was talking, and he paused for a while, guessing who I was, and beckoned me to sit down.So I found an empty seat under the eyes of everyone, and within 2 minutes of sitting, a Russian came over and said that this was his seat, so I had to stand up and let him sit on the last row of chairs without a table Next, like an outsider listening in.I watched them concentrate on listening to those professional terminology that I didn't understand, and heated discussions. It was the first time that I hated Russians like today.

These three hours are purely for nothing. No matter how I beg, how I explain that I must graduate on time, the professor said that there is no room for discussion. He has already returned me this morning and suggested that I retake it. In the previous sentence, I said that I chose to do this at that time, so I should have thought of today.

He spoke very lightly, even a little jokingly, but I felt as if I had been slapped suddenly, and I woke up instantly, turned around and ran towards the house.

Along the way, I always felt that everyone was looking at me today, which was even more unbearable, and I ran harder, like a thief; I thought I should never go out today, even though I knew it best, but even if my sky fell, I would have nothing to do with others However, I still couldn't face everyone's indifferent and probing eyes. I was afraid that if I didn't run faster, I couldn't help rushing up to ask them why they were able to continue as before and why there was no pain.

I was relieved when I finally got home and locked myself in the bedroom.However, when I turned around and saw Valentin taking off the messy pajamas on the bed, I felt sore, and suddenly burst into tears, unable to stop, and sniffed on his old sweater.Winter is coming, and he is used to putting on a thin sweater at home, which is loose and loose. He never folds it when he takes it off, and just stuff it under the pillow, so he is often wrinkled; Wearing it is said to be comfortable, so comfortable that I don't want to take it off.After I finished crying, I got up and folded the sweater for him, inexplicably believing that he would come back today.Where is he going?He didn't even take his pajamas with him, so where could he go?Definitely will be back today.

But he didn't come back today, and he didn't come back the next day, the third day, the fourth day, and then I completely lost the sense of time.I tried to contact him before, but he didn't reply, and I couldn't do anything about it; occasionally I thought to myself, the world is big, and Valentin has plenty of places to go, unlike me, there is only this one home.I thought about it all these years, but I still haven't made any progress, I always trust people, exaggerate things, even a little bit of intimacy can be misinterpreted as liking, misunderstood as love, chasing after others to show my heart, always forgetting about me How much is a heart worth?

I went back to the routine when I was living alone. I slept at home in the dark for a few days and didn't go to class. In the end, I was arrested by Brother Jun.He got my new home address from nowhere, and he personally came to the door and took me from the bed to the cafe downstairs and scolded me. All he said was that I was found to have gotten an F in the exam.I listened with shy eyebrows and coughed twice. Brother Jun stopped and asked, "Why do you have a cold again?"

I waved my hand and picked up the glass to drink water.He sighed: "I catch a cold every time the season changes. Look at your 2122 people. I don't have a 16-year-old kid so I don't worry. Have you taken your medicine?"

I lied: "Eat."

He glanced at me twice, and probably didn't know what to say. No matter how responsible he was, he was just an intermediary, not a guardian, and it was inconvenient to meddle in my business.He waited for me to finish coughing, and then said: "Although I got an F, I still hope that I can graduate next year after retaking the course..." I felt very sorry for him, and I was very tired. Actually, he didn't have to wipe my ass again and again. of.

"Brother Jun," I said, "I don't want to go to graduate school in Russia."

He was choked by me, his eyes were wide open, and after thinking for a long time, he could only hold back a sentence: "Oh, forget it, don't care! Anyway, you have finished your undergraduate studies for me now, don't play tricks all day long, when the time comes You can’t go anywhere with a low grade point. Your mother was still sending me a message the day before yesterday to ask me about your situation. You child, don’t you know how to contact your mother?”

I started coughing again, Brother Jun didn't want to talk anymore when he saw me like this, so he waved me home to rest.I smoked two cigarettes downstairs before walking up slowly. I didn’t take the elevator. I just came out of the stairwell out of breath when I suddenly stopped breathing—the door of the house was open.