Hyunying High School seven years ago.
A girl who loves to laugh has been here.
She was wearing headphones and had a delicate microphone inserted into the pocket on the side of her school bag.
"My name is Cai Liwen. My mother said I have a voice that has been kissed by an angel. I also love singing."
When introducing herself at the beginning of school, she was shy and generous on the podium, and her voice was like a swaying wind chime, sweet and ethereal.
On the blackboard was her name written in her own hand.
The face is also full of smiles.
High school life is as beautiful as Juanxiu's handwriting.
until.
Her mother, who loved her the most, happened to be collecting scraps at the school gate.
She ran out to see her mother during get out of class, but was caught by her classmates.
They called her "Caitou" from then on.
Those cynicisms were like sharp knives piercing her heart, and her heart was already riddled with holes.
...
On the old campus of Hyunying High School, the teaching building was as dilapidated as it was last night, and the headless female body was still clinging to the edge of the wall.
She thought no one would call her name again.
But just then, a friendly call was enough to pull her off the wall.
"Cai Liwen!"
"I found your name!"
Su Qian's figure flew past the stairs quickly, and the shadow spreading in the corridor seemed to have a pair of wings, holding up a ball of needle and thread as he ran.
"Nice to meet you! Cai Liwen."
The headless female corpse hugged the head tightly, the eyes above were covered with red mist, and she tore her mouth and shouted.
"Me too! Me too...Su Qian, please run slower and don't fall!"
At this moment, she felt that Su Qian was like an angel.
An angel who holds an umbrella for the dead.
She climbed down the wall and landed on the ground with her bare feet, wanting to go up and hug her angel.
Then she saw someone behind the angel.
"A-Aweennnn..."
With the stop-and-go pace and intermittent sounds, only the middle-aged woman knew how embarrassed she was at this time.
Boom!
The fingers of the headless female corpse froze, and she loosened them unconsciously, and the head fell to the ground.
After seven years, she saw her mother again.
Upon seeing this, Su Qian immediately stepped forward, picked up the head, rubbed the place where it fell, and then pointed his eyes in the direction of the middle-aged woman.
From the perspective of a middle-aged woman, what Su Qian picked up was just a ball of air, but that didn't stop her from bursting into tears.
"Awen, mother is late."
She went out in her pajamas, holding a pair of headphones in her hands on her chest.
"Mother."
He stared at her intently, and his mouth trembled unseemly, "Can you really hear my voice?"
The middle-aged woman burst into tears, tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, and her drooping eyelashes could not stop her from looking at her daughter.
Even if she can't see it.
"I am your mother..."
The middle-aged woman's eyes were hot, and tears burned her vision, "How could I not hear my daughter's voice... Awen, mom misses you so much..."
She tightened her back and trembled for a while, unable to stop her closed eyelids from breaking, and tears overflowed like pearls.
"Awen."
"Mom didn't even ask you if it hurts... What did they do to you... Why didn't you tell mom, why didn't you tell mom that you were bullied..."
There was another cry in the air.
His eyes were flooded with tears, and a few harsh syllables escaped from his mouth: "It doesn't hurt anymore, Mom, I don't hurt anymore. It's been seven years and I've already forgotten them. They're not important."
The headless female corpse dragged scars all over her body and said she no longer felt any pain.
The cries in the corridor filled her ears, and Su Qian suddenly felt a little redundant.
Some people are alive without homes.
Some people died, but they still had families.
"There's always someone trying to love you."
Su Qian soothed his head, and even Li Sima inside his body was rarely quiet.
His eyes caught a glimpse of the needle and thread in her hand, her mouth opened slightly, and she continued to cry: "Help me sew it up..."
"good."
Su Qian did not hesitate to sew, and the needle and thread were wrapped around her fingers, skillfully and neatly, and penetrated into the dark yellow skin, which was as rough as leather, but the headless female corpse was at its mercy.
It didn't take long for the head and body to be squeezed together tightly. There was no gap anymore, and there were only dense needles and threads.
The headless female corpse is no longer headless.
"You're good at needlework."
Cai Liwen reached behind and touched the stitched line on her neck, which seemed a little unreal.
Su Qian had a piece of thread in her mouth. She picked it up and bit it off. She took back the excess needle and thread and rolled it into a ball again.
"Well, my sister taught me when I was little."
She lowered her eyes.
Cai Liwen took the initiative to open her arms and hug her. The sudden closeness made her stunned.
"That's what I've always wanted to say."
Cai Liwen buried her head on her neck and shoulder, "I can feel that you are also a person living in darkness, looking for light like me, but what I want to say is, you don't have to deliberately look for it... Su Qian, to me you are an angel, you are the light."
This light came unexpectedly and illuminated Cai Liwen's hell.
Whether it's the little girl holding an umbrella or the girl calling her name.
Cai Liwen's tears finally turned into a sentence.
"Nice to meet you, Su Qian."