"Skin (formerly known as Rape)" (5-6)

Part. 5 Another day, I opened the door of the rental house, threw my bag away, and fell straight onto the sofa in the living room. It was quiet for a long time, and my breathing amplified several times. Only my room was deserted. "From that day on, I make my own decisions. From that day on, I don't care who rejects it. From that day on, listen to what I say. When I am after 17..." Pressing the play button, a familiar singing voice came from the speaker of the mobile phone. Chen Qizhen Minyao's style voice was like a time machine, taking me back to when I was 17 years old. People often say that memories are a scourge, and dwelling on the past can easily lead to sadness. I have no doubt about this. When I was 17 years old, I devoted myself intensely to studying every day. My endless hope for the future kept me occupied. Although life was boring, it was fulfilling. If nothing unexpected happens, my high school life will pass peacefully. Like many others, I will follow my parents' plan when I go to college. I once thought that a life without accidents was what I pursued, an ordinary and stable life with my own little world. But the accident happened without warning... Part. 6 It was like having a nightmare. In the dream, I screamed at the top of my lungs. When I woke up, I was so hoarse that I couldn't speak. My first love became a pain that I cannot describe. It is inevitable that people will take the wrong path. Adults often teach that if you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is no great way to do good. Wei Jia, Qi Xiao, and my good friends when I was seventeen years old also advised me the same way. But the seriousness of the fact is that I did not go the wrong way, but completely lost my way. Wild geese migrate south every winter, and frogs choose to hibernate every winter. And what about me? During that time, I didn't know how to get rid of the coldness in my heart. I rejected the warmth that my friends gave me. I missed his kindness to me in the past like an obsession. It felt like I was addicted to smoking but didn't have a cigarette in my hand. I know this feeling very well, because later I also became addicted to cigarettes. I know this is a cliché, but it is true. His name is He Yue, and he is one year ahead of me. Our acquaintance was somewhat unexpected. At that time, I was the intern editor of the school newspaper, and he was a well-known "talent" in the school. In a circle dominated by young people, it was enough for him to become a man of the hour and attract the attention of girls. Once he submitted an article, which was a music appreciation article titled "A song that takes you back to the tail end of seventeen years old." The article included an appreciation of a niche song, "After17" by Chen Qizhen. He used delicate brushstrokes to describe the picture he wanted to portray in the lyrics. At the end of the article, he specially marked: "Dedicated to my former love - Xuan, you must be proud and happy when you are seventeen." I swear, he is definitely the most sensational boy I have ever seen.