Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Prose -> Do you still remember me from that year?

Chapter 70 Pinger, so beautiful!

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    She seemed to see me in the mirror, she put down that foot, barefoot, stepped on the carpet and walked to the side, to a corner that I couldn't see.

    I went back to my seat very bored, picked up the drawing board, compared it with the original, to see where the drawing was wrong, saw the awkward place, and picked up the eraser to wipe it.

    The sound of the piano next door sounded, and the very distinct notes were bouncing, bouncing and stopping, lengthy pauses, and a sudden sound stimulated my eardrums. I felt disgusted and wiped out half of the painting.

    One after another, I listened to a few of them chatting in the studio. The girl was called Pinger. The art teacher often went to the next door to invite some students to come here as models. She was the only girl who came here only once.

    As for the reason why everyone pays so much attention to her, the reason is her sexual history: it is said that she set a record of changing 11 boyfriends within a week.

    The little girl's family background is not good, but she is very noble. She doesn't like ordinary boys, but those who are slightly pleasing to the eye have no money, and she laughs at them lightly.

    "Such a girl is a bitch!" Xiao Mao said at the time, and I still remember it clearly.

    Later, I heard them discussing that on a certain day, she was gang-raped by several gangsters.  gang rape?  Such a harsh topic is often said maliciously by someone who spread rumors to slander her.

    "It's true. She has been crying for several days. My sister lives in the same dormitory as her." Wang Xiaohan seemed anxious to show everyone some evidence.

    Xiao Mao shouted: "Retribution!"

    Xiaomao put down the drawing board, stretched his waist, "Finally finished drawing, rely on me!"

    A dozen or so people laughed for a while, and within a minute, they all lowered their heads and continued to wipe and paint on the board.  Xiao Mao carefully took out a cigarette from the "a pen" cigarette case on the windowsill, picked up the lighter, lit the cigarette with a "snap", took a deep breath, threw the lighter on the table, and the lighter slipped on the table  Far away, hit a wall and stopped.

    Xiao Mao had already puffed out the green smoke and walked out.

    He pushed open a window, put his elbows on the ledge, and smoked.  In the flower garden outside the building, many flowers have bloomed in the dark green.  I stood at the door for a while, then went back to continue drawing my picture.

    I am not familiar with Pinger, but we have only met each other a few times.  Except for the time when she came to be a model, I could occasionally bump into her while walking.  In the first few times, we could still smile at each other, which was regarded as a greeting.

    After that, we will be strangers when we meet again, and we no longer smile at each other. More often, I lie on the door glass and look at her in the opposite mirror.

    I haven't seen her for a long time, and I heard such news suddenly.  A certain girl studied at night after school, walked alone at night, was stopped by hooligans, dragged into a cornfield and raped, and I heard that a certain girl was in the dormitory during the holidays, and a person who climbed in to steal things saw her with a flashlight  , When the lust comes, it ruins her.

    This kind of news always makes me unhappy, and the weight of nameless guilt prevents me from breathing freely.  I hate such evil people.

    Turning back to thinking of Pinger, I tried to think about the few encounters I had with her recently.  The scenes unfolded quietly one after another, but it seemed to confirm that their rumors were true.

    That time, when I came back from home by bicycle and was approaching school, I saw four or five people in exotic clothes, with hair like broom heads, dyed with colorful colors, crossing their shoulders, smoking a cigarette, laughing and walking from the opposite side.

    Ping'er was not far behind them, she lowered her head and followed slowly.  I was about to call her name when she looked up.  The look of her made me dumbfounded.  Her eyes were very red and swollen, and there were several blood blisters near the corners of her mouth.

    She was destined to disappear, but it didn't happen later.

    When I heard the news that she might have dropped out of school, I panicked.  It took a long time for my heart to calm down.  But within a few days, my heart was suddenly seized, something happened to Yan Nan!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report