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365 Who Am I 3
Xunguang staggered from being beaten, and suddenly reached out and took out a Swiss Army knife from under the pillow.

"Su Jianguo, try it!"

She doesn't call her dad, she calls him by his first name.

She saved up to buy this knife for a month, and kept hiding it here, imagining the scene of confronting Su Jianguo with the knife countless times in her mind.

But it never happened.

She endured it again and again, not wanting to ruin her life for this scumbag.

But it doesn't matter now, if she doesn't vent, she will explode.

Looking back after 12 years, I realized that not every child lives like me, that this world can be good, and that Su Jianguo should die.

Su Jianguo was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't thought that Xunguang would dare to take a knife to him, and his mind, which had been emptied by alcohol, suddenly sobered up a little.

His child, who ate his food and drank his food, was just a chick who beat and scolded whenever he wanted, but the chicken suddenly became fierce and turned into a person even worse than him.

In her thin body, there was a force, arrogant and fierce, and she really wanted to die with him.

He took a sharp step back.

Just when Xunguang thought he was going to beat someone in a rage, he suddenly opened the door and sat on the ground crying.

"Here comes help, someone is going to kill me! My daughter wants to kill me! Everyone come and see, she is going to kill her father with a knife!"

The cries were rude, boundless, and abhorrent.

It’s just that it’s late at night, and everyone is very sleepy. Those who have to go to work tomorrow, and those who go to school, everyone doesn’t want to watch the excitement anymore. Some people even shouted: "Su Jianguo, stop making trouble, what time is it?"

Li Hua, who was on the sofa, glanced at Xun Guang holding the knife, unable to conceal his surprise and anger.

What is she angry about?
Xunguang didn't understand.

Angry at yourself for threatening her husband with a knife?

Or are you angry that you are out of her control?
With a sneer, she closed the tattered door, ignoring the howling ghosts and wolves outside.

She didn't sleep well that night, always dreaming. In the dream, Su Jianguo came to her and asked her to take money, saying that her liver was broken.

His face was old and thin, and his liver was rotten and maggot, exuding a disgusting smell.

The alarm clock at six o'clock in the morning woke her up. She packed her schoolbag and went out. There was nothing on the table, only five yuan.

She took the money and glanced in the mirror as she put on her shoes at the door.

Blue school uniform, dog-like hair, pale and thin face, one side of the face was swollen and tall, and half of the face was colorful.

It's too common, she does it 360 days out of [-] five days a year.

When she went out, the neighbors who were having breakfast on the street looked over immediately, whispering in a voice that she could hear but couldn't hear.

"Su Jianguo is really nothing, a daughter like this."

"Study is pretty good, in No. [-] Middle School."

"What's the use of studying well? What's the use of a daughter."

Xunguang quickly passed through these gazes, his face full of impatience and coldness.

It was impossible to go to school, so she used a broken mobile phone to send a text message to her class teacher asking for leave. Then she went to the drugstore to buy a mask and went to No. [-] Middle School.

The streets are full of students who go to school. The city is too small. It takes 10 minutes to go to No. 10 Middle School and [-] minutes to go to No. [-] Middle School. One goes to the left and the other goes to the right.

Arriving at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School, students filed in. Everyone who entered looked at Xun Guang.

She was wearing the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School. Every year, No. [-] Middle School has about a dozen people who take undergraduate courses. In the eyes of the people in No. [-] Middle School, they are all good students, other people's children, and annoying existences. .

The guard glanced at her and said, "Who are you looking for?"

Xun Guang said: "I'm looking for Song Shi."

When they heard that he was looking for Song, more people came to see him.

A boy was wearing a black wool cap, which was too low, as if he was going to rob a bank, with half of the back of his head exposed, whistled, and said loudly, "Oh, Brother Zhaoshi!"

A teacher who combed the middle score came over aggressively with a pointer, and whipped him on the ass.

"Li Li, why are you a shit-stirring stick everywhere, ah! When people are looking for Song, what business do you have, ah, hurry up and get out!"

Bald-headed Li Li covered his buttocks and said, "I'm helping others!"

The teacher whipped the whip again and again: "Did people ask you to help, did they ask you to help? Why didn't I see you so enthusiastic in class! Ah! Take off your hat and get in, rob the bank!"

Li Li went in, clutching his butt, and kept turning his head to try to find out.

The teacher who combed the middle part was about to ask Xunguang, when he saw a big tall man rushing in with his arms folded, he immediately went up to meet him, and cursed: "Chen Qiu! Take out what you have in your arms. Take it out, ah! Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat all day long, can you spread your stomach to your brain! Ah!"

The big Chen Qiu took out five sets of pancakes from his arms.

Xunguang was very fresh when she heard the scolding. She had never seen such a chaotic scene since she started studying.

A small boy came over, shaved his pot head, looked like a girl, and said, "Song Shi, I don't know if you will come today, what do you want from him?"

Xunguang glanced at the baby's face, and said, "I found his wallet, I can put it here if he's not here."

The little boy quickly said: "No, he won't go through the front door when he comes. Hey, what's your name and what's your phone number? Why don't you give me your phone number? If he comes, I'll call you. My name is Zhang Xin. what's your name."

Before he could finish speaking, his head was held down.

"Zhang Xin, what are you doing here?"

Xun Guang looked back, and immediately recognized Song Shi who had lost his wallet.

The bridge of the nose is high, the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping, the hair is longer than the school's cut, very stylish, and the legs are long and straight, like a model.

As soon as he appeared, the girls who hadn't entered the school turned their heads one after another, and took small steps under the gaze of the pointer.

"Ah! Song Shi!"

"Song Shi is here for class!"

"very handsome."

Zhang Xin looked back and said quickly: "Brother Shi, I'll go to class if I'm looking for you."

Song Shi was lazily looking like he hadn't slept enough. He glanced at Xun Guang. She was wearing a mask, but he still recognized at a glance that this was the person who persuaded him not to jump into the river last night.

These eyes are so recognizable, piercing like ice balls, black and fierce, full of vigor.

"Are you looking for me?"

Xunguang took out the wallet and handed it to him, then turned and left.

Song Shi looked at the wallet in his hand and turned around to chase after it. The dean, who was combing the middle part, rushed over and said, "Song Shi, where are you going, and you still don't go to class when you come, ah! Blatantly absent from class! Don't take the teacher Keep it in your eyes!"

Song Shi had already fled away.

When he chased her out, he happened to see Xunguang crossing the road. The cold wind was blowing and her hair was flying. She was taller than ordinary girls. She was wearing a school uniform. Her arms were arms and her legs were legs. She was very beautiful.

Just at this time, his cell phone rang. He looked down and saw that it was Zhang Yuan's call. When he looked up again, he was gone.

"What's the matter, I'm in class."

"Who are you kidding? Are you up for class? Come to the store when you get up. The paint you bought last time has arrived. Take it and I will drive you to the studio."

"It's coming so soon, Cheng, I'll come here now."

He took a taxi to get the paint, and Zhang Yuan drove his Wuling Hongguang to the studio. Before halfway there, Song Shi suddenly asked him to stop.

(End of this chapter)