The Boyfriend Who I’ve Never Met

The next day, Xie Tao, accompanied by the head teacher Liu Meiyu, went to the police station to make a transcript.

One was unconscious, while the other stood there in a daze. The situation at that time was clearly seen by everyone who rushed into the classroom.

No matter how Zhao Yixuan argues, this incident is a violent incident provoked by her.

The surveillance in the class was broken and there was no other evidence, so the police station only detained Zhao Yixuan for seven days.

But when the police went to the school’s monitoring room for a routine review, they found that the camera in the classroom of the first five class that had malfunctioned clearly recorded Zhao Yixuan’s beating Xie Tao and pressed her to the ground with force. The scene of strangling her neck.

Her motives are already very obvious.

Xie Tao didn't seem surprised when she heard about this.

Because she knew early in the morning that the camera in the classroom was repaired by the mysterious boy with a special function.

And Zhao Yixuan scrambled with her, and even later pinched her neck, he used his own special means to insert it into the camera.

Of course, all the unnatural phenomena that shouldn't have appeared in it, including himself, have been wiped out.

He seems to have some ability to go back to the past.

Xie Tao felt that he seemed to know her things very well.

Because of the surveillance video, this originally ordinary underage fighting incident has risen to a criminal case of suspected intentional injury.

Zhao Yixuan broke down on the spot and cried, and her father fainted because of the tremendous stimulation.

Xie Tao had never seen Zhao Yixuan cry like this.

Many times, she did not treat Zhao Yixuan as a peer.

"Xie Tao, Xie Tao, I didn't want to choke you to death. Tell them quickly and tell them that I didn't want to kill you..." Zhao Yixuan struggled to come to Xie Tao, but was caught by two policewomen. Pressed on the chair.

At that time, the red and swollen eyes when she looked at Xie Taoshi were filled with cautious expectation.

"Do you feel wronged?"

Xie Tao looked at her steadily and said suddenly.

A person who is accustomed to being a perpetrator, and a person who is good at building all of her joy on the suffering of others, may never understand how much her own behavior will cause others to hurt.

Zhao Yixuan collapsed and shouted, "I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't! Xie Tao, tell them!"

She still hasn't figured out what the situation was like at that time.

When she saw the surveillance video, she was also shocked.

She didn't even remember that she pinched Xie Tao's neck.

Xie Tao didn't want to listen to anything from Zhao Yixuan anymore. Being supported by Liu Meiyu, she turned around and wanted to walk outside the police station.

"Xie Tao!"

This is the voice of Zhao Yixuan's father.

He didn't know when he had already woke up.

When Xie Tao turned around, she saw the middle-aged man walking quickly in front of her and took one of her hands.

That one had more wrinkles than his peers, and the weather-beaten face was anxious.

"Uncle I beg you, Xuan Xuan is only seventeen years old. If you just leave like this, her life will be ruined!"

The man's voice was still choked.

"life?"

When Xie Tao heard these two words, she raised her eyes to look at Zhao Yixuan, who was full of panic and crying over there.

"She ruined other people's lives. Do you still want to live your own life with peace of mind?"

At that moment, Xie Tao remembered again last night, Zhou Xinyue looked at her and asked: Tao Tao, am I losing weight?

She thought of the rough and ugly smoke scars on Zhou Xinyue's wrist.

They tortured a girl who was once so lively and cheerful into the most sensitive and inferiority appearance, and even forced her to try to commit suicide twice...

Even if Yan Xiping didn't find out in time once, perhaps Zhou Xinyue would no longer exist in this world.

Xie Tao will lose her best friend forever.

But it's people like them who ruined other people's lives, yet they still want to live their own lives?

Why?

Xie Tao suffocated her eyes, bit by bit, she broke away the fingers of Zhao Yixuan's father holding her wrist tightly. She fixedly looked at the middle-aged man in front of her, and said word by word, "She is not innocent at all. ."

Then, she said to Liu Meiyu, "Teacher Liu, let's go."

But when she was helped by Liu Meiyu and turned around to leave, she just saw two people hurriedly walking in from the corridor outside.

One is Zheng Wenhong, who is always in suits and shoes, and looks gentle and elegant.

The other is an elegant woman wearing a beige dress with light makeup.

That is Su Linghua.

The moment Xie Tao saw her, her whole body froze in place, and she could no longer move a step.

She had never imagined that when she met her mother again after more than a year, it would be in such a situation.

When Su Linghua saw the injury on Xie Tao's face, her eyes showed a bit of distress, but when she was watched by Xie Tao's apricot eyes, she seemed to be drawn out of the air. The balloon stood there blankly, his lips moved, but he still couldn't say a word.

Tears flowed first, and when Zheng Wenhong pulled her sleeves as a hint, she finally mustered up the courage and walked in front of Xie Tao.

At that moment, for Su Linghua, it seemed as if nothing was left around her. She was full of eyes, and only her daughter Xie Tao was left in front of her.

But Xie Tao saw her walking step by step in front of her, the heart in her chest seemed to be tightly tightened by an invisible hand, and she subconsciously grasped her collar.

"Peach..." As soon as Su Linghua spoke, tears fell again.

Zheng Wenhong over there has already gone to understand what happened with the police. Su Linghua tried to reach out and touch Xie Tao's cheek, but she turned her head to avoid it.

"Teacher Liu, you go first." Xie Tao said to Liu Meiyu.

Liu Meiyu had met Zheng Wenhong and knew that they were Xie Tao's guardians, but there seemed to be a gap between her student and them.

But this is not something she should care about. Now, she should let them solve it by themselves.

So Liu Meiyu nodded, touched Xie Tao's head, said something to Su Linghua, and left.

Seeing Liu Meiyu's back disappearing at the door, Xie Tao lowered her eyes, and did not look at the woman standing in front of her who was so familiar to her and felt a little strange.

"Taotao, I'm my mother..." Su Linghua pointed to herself, as if to her, and as if to herself.

Fingers were bent, Xie Tao almost didn't hold back tears, she bit her lip firmly and didn't speak.

"Taodao, it's my mother who is wrong. Come home with me, okay?"

Su Linghua had imagined countless times in her heart that when she saw Xie Tao again, she should say something to her.

But at this moment, all her prepared words came to her lips, but they began to become incoherent.

Su Linghua could never deny that every time she faced this daughter, apart from the guilt and love in her heart that would forever torture her endlessly, there was also the fear that made her most embarrassed and helpless.

She still loves her daughter deeply, but in the same way, she will inevitably feel painful because of the mistakes she made to Xie Tao when she suffered mental torture.

She loves Xie Tao, but this love has already carried too many heavy shackles, so in the end, all this has become less pure.

"That's not my home."

Xie Tao tightened the corners of her clothes, and forbearing the sourness in her heart, she reluctantly spoke and said something.

The voice is a bit mute, and the voice is very soft.

She found that no matter how long time passed, her mother still didn't understand what they were separated by.

So she directly bypassed Su Linghua and limped outside.

"Peach!" Su Linghua's voice came from behind her again, choked up a bit, "Mom misses you very much..."

Such a sudden sentence caused Xie Tao to stop in an instant, and tears burst into her eyes, which blurred her vision.

She didn't look back, just moved her lips, but after all she made no sound.

Blood relationship is really the most magical bond in the world, it can make all the complicated emotions accumulated in the world become soft as water in an instant.

In this world, can anyone really hate their mother completely?

She can't help it.

Speaking of hate, she didn't actually hate, but some things stayed in that heart forever like dust piled up over time.

When there is wind, dust will rise.

When there is no wind, they pile up into mountains.

Between her and her mother, there was no way to be a pure mother and daughter with each other for a long time.

As she said before.

She had long found no way to face Su Linghua, just as Su Linghua couldn't really face her either.

Blood ties can never be parted, Su Linghua will always be the mother who gave birth to Xie Tao, and Xie Tao also remembers all the kindness she once treated herself.

But these are not enough antidote to alleviate everything.

Some things, she still couldn't persuade herself to forgive.

Xie Tao went out of the police station without looking back, and her back was seen in Su Linghua's eyes, and gradually, it once again overlapped with the thin and thin figure that never returned on that winter night a year ago.

Her chest was sore as if she had been pricked by a needle, Su Linghua hugged her arms tightly, crying hard.

Xie Tao took the bus and returned to the rented community.

When lying in bed at night, the sore on her knee made her sleepless.

In addition, seeing Su Linghua today made her feel particularly heavy. She closed her eyes tightly under the quilt for a while, and then opened her eyes.

She habitually took out her mobile phone and clicked on WeChat. When she clicked on the blank profile picture, she saw the chat history between him and her last night.

"Wei Yun"

When he sent these two words, Xie Tao said the name silently in her heart several times.

Her Chinese performance is particularly average, and she can't find a particularly good adjective. She tilted her head and thought for a long time, but she only praised dryly:

"Your name is so nice!"

Then, she sent another message in the past:

"Thank you, Wei Yun."

When looking at these chat records, Xie Tao suddenly thought of a very serious question.

She poked the screen and started typing:

"Wei Yun Wei Yun!"

His reply is always slow:

"What's the matter"

Xie Tao started typing again:

"Why don't you ask my name?"

At that time, Wei Yun was sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard, with a lamp beside him, and the dim light shone on the gold letter paper between his fingers, shining with subtle golden light.

But seeing her words, Wei Yun's brows and eyes were still cold, and the pen was three words:

"Not interested in"

"..."

Xie Tao was holding the phone and finally waited for his reply, but when she saw these three words, she choked and felt deeply that he seemed to be a person who was particularly good at telling the truth to death.

But Xie Tao knows how difficult it is.

So she started typing happily:

"Hello Wei Yun, this is Xie Tao!"

When Wei Yun saw the word "Xie Tao" on the letter paper, he first recalled her particularly clear appearance on the previous piece of paper.

Xie Tao...

Wei Yun lowered his eyes, and finally there was a slight smile in those Rupe eyes.

He twitched his lips slightly.

It's really as famous as his name, and lacking to tell.

"Wei Yun, my knee hurts so much... it hurts so much that I can't sleep."

The little girl's words seemed to be a bit wronged.

When Wei Yun heard her talk about her fight with others, this was something he had never thought of.

He thought that she shouldn't be able to do such a bold thing with a cowardly temperament like her.

She still surprised him after all.

Not far from the pontoon bridge, flowers and trees swayed in shadows, and the night breeze flicked his dark hair. The chiseled face under the light yellow lamp shadow was more like a timeless painting.

But seeing the row of handwriting on the letter paper, Wei Yun casually grasped the tea cup next to him, moved his throat slightly, and took a sip slowly.

Then he raised his hand and started writing:

"The"