Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

The memory is coming back.

Like shards of glass being forced into the brain, everything he saw and heard was filled with sharp and chaotic pain.

The pain from the inside out made Nanke shiver and wake up.

Heartache is real, and so is the pain at the nerve endings.

The wounds on her arms had long since drained of blood, and the biting cold ghost was crawling up her legs.

There is hard ground under your feet. The slag and molten iron accumulated at the bottom of the furnace core after the shutdown solidified into an iron-gray surface. There are dense clusters of light purple marrow crystals, as well as clusters of blood dendrobium that have absorbed the evil spirit and bloomed at inappropriate times. .

Nanke broke off a piece of crystallized bone marrow and made a new wound on his wrist.

The patter of bright red flowers continues to lay out all the way.

Where is the collapse of the country?

His pupils were gradually unable to focus due to excessive blood loss. Nanke bit the tip of his tongue again and again, trekking towards the depths of the endless black air ahead.

With the loss of vitality, the pain in the brain becomes more intense.

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This time, Nanke was standing in the corner of the elevator holding a big bag of apples.

The weight made her fingers stiff and red. She curled up her hands and concentrated on feeling the pain, as if just doing so could turn all the words echoing in the narrow space into deaf ears.

"Oh, there is such a thing..." The neighbor on the same stairs was a pregnant woman with a big belly, and she covered her mouth in surprise.

"Don't believe it, isn't it because these two in my family compete with each other for nutrients in the stomach that Nan Yi's body is so weak?" The mother said and glanced at Nan Ke sideways, then looked away lightly, "They are allergic to everything. , I get a fever when exposed to the wind, and I accidentally suffer from vomiting and diarrhea. I’m really pitiful about that child. He hasn’t even been to school for a few days in so many years.”

Fortunately, the speed of the elevator's ascent was not satisfactory, and the pregnant woman arrived quickly and said goodbye to her mother with a polite smile.

The elevator doors closed again.

Nanke lowered his eyes, ignoring his mother's sudden resentment when she looked at him. He stood in the corner, next to each other, like a light on his back, and finally waited for the sound of "ding".

It was only an hour between when she came back from shopping with her mother and when her father poked his head out of the kitchen and called her.

"Nan Ke, go see if Nan Yi has finished the infusion!"

Nanke had to put aside the half-finished weekend homework.

"I've been writing all day long, and I don't know what I'm writing." My mother muttered dissatisfiedly from behind.

"Nanke is in the third year of junior high and there are many papers."

"So she can ignore her sister?" The mother became angry and threw the shovel into the pot. "Don't you remember last time? After the Nanyi IV drip, the blood flowed back and everyone fainted, and she was still standing next door. Write that crappy homework..."

Nanke put away his papers and stood up silently, shutting the quarrel that was started over trivial matters behind the bedroom door.

Nan Yi had already pulled out the needle. While getting dressed and getting out of bed, he asked, "Nan Ke, are they arguing again?"

"Well." Nanke pulled away the home infusion stand and stood on tiptoe to pick off the empty medicine bottle. "I'll pack it up. You go out first. It's time to eat."

Nan Yi frowned and trotted out with a "hmm", and her parents' meaningless argument quickly stopped.

After eating, it happened to be snowing outside the window.

The temperature in December was bone-chilling, so my mother brought in the electric heater and pulled out two blankets. She scolded Nanyi for being naive in wanting to go out to watch the snow, and wrapped Nanyi tightly around her.

The father responded to his daughter's request, got up and opened the curtains further.

Laughter and joy.

Across the door, Nanke turned his back to them, squatting in front of the kitchen sink, peeling apples without saying a word.

Used to it.

she said to herself.

Just like the dinner table, she chewed the white rice and stretched out her hands silently, for fear of disturbing the warmth of the family gathered at the other end.

Get used to it.

Outside, when her mother half-jokingly asked Nan Yi, "Will it be cold to sleep at night? How about mom come over and sleep with you?" Nan Ke's hand holding the knife accidentally slipped.

Didn't cut into the hand. The only thing that was affected was the rolled apple peel that fell into the trash can.

Nanke cut it very carefully, trying for no reason to get a perfect piece.

But it was impossible. The broken apple peels were piled among the crumpled plastic bags and rotten leaves, curling up and oxidizing silently.

Nanke watched helplessly.

One side looks bright red and the other side is rotten and black.

It's often just the trivial things that break a person's spirit.

Bright red and corrupt, so is himself.

she realized.

The laughter behind him became inexplicably harsh, and the oxygen in his chest was squeezed by something, making it more and more constricted.

The same one who is not expected, not cherished, and unnecessary.

Nanke really couldn't think of it.

I can't think of a reason why the annoying apple peel has to be born together with the luscious apple. I can't think of any reason for its existence.

The tip of the knife is so sharp, her skin is softer than an apple, if...

Nanke leaned against the wall, with the fruit knife in his hand.

Like peeled fruit, the red color flows freely, falling from the wrist into the garbage.

She closed her eyes sleepily and heard the exclamations one after another.

Before the scar completely fell off, with Nan Yi's strong persuasion, her mother took Nan Ke to see a psychiatrist.

The mother couldn't help but pick up the sleeve that covered the ugly scar, and pressed it on the doctor's desk: "This child suddenly cut her hand with a knife a few days ago. Doctor, look, it hasn't fallen off yet. Her father and I usually lack Does she have enough food and clothing? Is it bad for her? She always has a slumped face, it doesn’t matter whether she is crying or smiling, and she does such a thing, which simply breaks our hearts... "

After hearing this, the doctor glanced at the mother's tearful face and the expressionless Nanke, and asked, "Who is here for consultation today?"

The consultation lasted for half an hour. After the mother refused to leave the consulting room again, the doctor sighed and announced Nanke's death sentence: "Affective disorder, but don't worry too much, just pay more attention..."

Nanke was dragged away by his hands.

"I think you are just sick in your heart! You are looking for trouble all day long!" Her mother walked ahead hysterically, not knowing where she got such anger. Nanke stumbled behind and pursed her lips after the scab on her wrist was pinched. Bear it, "You have been gloomy since you were a child, and you have shrunk like a mouse. I don't know why you thought I owed you something! Do you think others will pity you if you pretend to be like this? What can't be learned from Nan Yi? She is not in good health. OK, I think you are mentally ill!"

Loud and undisguised invectives echoed in the corridors of the hospital, in the eyes and ears amid the darkness of heads.

Nanke began to breathe heavily, as fast and as urgently as possible, so that he could use his breathing to cover up the invisible sharp knife flying towards him.

Why can't it just end like this?

Why can't we let each other go?

Since there is no need, why give birth to it?

--Ah ah ah ah ah……

Learn not to cry.

She only bleeds.