During the dark time in my junior high school, there was a nightmare-like existence. He was Heimei's elder brother. However, fate made me run into him again and again on the bus. Every time, he insulted and attacked me with vicious words. His girlfriend was beside him and occasionally tried to persuade him softly, but he simply didn't listen and continued to do his own thing. Those unbearable words were like cold arrows that pierced me directly. Whenever I saw him, I felt sick in my heart, and the shadow of being bullied in the past instantly enveloped my heart.
Later, my father's best friend, the uncle whom I respect on weekdays, invited me to be a bridesmaid at their son's wedding. I thought I could get rid of him completely after graduation, but when I saw him at my uncle's son's wedding, I was in a bad mood. I said to the uncle frankly: "Uncle, if you let me be a bridesmaid, I can tell you the truth, I can't guarantee that I won't have a conflict with the groomsman. He is the big brother who bullied my black girl in school and bullied me many times on the bus. When I saw him, my heart was full of hatred. If you want me to appear in the same wedding with him, we can fight. My advice to you is not to use me as a bridesmaid. If he dares to provoke me again, I will definitely get angry." After hearing this, the uncle was surprised, but the wedding preparations had reached a critical moment, and it was not easy to change the groomsman and bridesmaid at the last minute. He could only keep comforting me and asked me to bear more and try not to make the scene too ugly. I said to my father, "You say every day that I am willing to die for you, but you are a liar. I will believe you if you chop off his hand now. Don't use sweet words to trick me every day and let me work for you." When my father heard this, he just sighed helplessly, looking embarrassed. The old man told me not to care about it for his sake. I said, "This is not something I can control. I want to kill him right now." The old man said, "Then go now." I said, "Okay, I'll find the axe now. Where is he?" So I went out. I found the axe and returned home with it. I asked the old man, "Where is he? I found the axe. Today either I die or he dies. Where is he?" The old man and my father advised me together. What a big grudge.
The wedding scene should have been a joyous, warm and beautiful scene. Colorful balloons floated lightly in the air, gorgeous decorations shone charmingly under the lights, and relatives and friends gathered together, immersed in the happiness of the bride and groom. However, for me, this festive atmosphere was ruined by the enemy next to me - the big brother in the black girl's mouth.
At this wedding, according to the procedure, we had to tie red belts for the bride and groom. I wanted to tie it outside, but they insisted that I tie it inside. But I couldn't find the place. The bride's skirt had too many layers, and I didn't know where to tie it. The best man suddenly looked disgusted and taunted: "Do you know how to do it? You are so slow and clumsy. You can't even do such a simple thing." These harsh words instantly ignited my long-accumulated anger. I shouted: "Are you a bitch? Get out." The old man next to me couldn't see my anger and kept yelling at me to do it quickly. I suddenly raised my head, my eyes widened, glared at him, and cursed loudly: "Don't talk nonsense here! Or you can do it, I've had enough of you!" My voice was sharp and high-pitched, instantly drowning out the noise around me, and the guests cast surprised glances at me. His face flushed, like an enraged bull, he stiffened his neck and retorted: "What's wrong with me? Was I wrong? Everyone is watching, and you still have the nerve to lose your temper!" I yelled: "You are such a bad mouth." The bride was unhappy and reprimanded me. I said: "I have already said that I will not attend the wedding with this bitch of a groomsman."
Seeing this, his friends panicked instantly, rushed over in a swarm, and pulled him aside in a hurry. The groomsman left. People around me also came forward to persuade me. Under the urging of the people next to me, I finished tying the red belt, and then I said: "Where is he? Where is the groomsman? This belt should be thrown in his face today, and he should be given back to me!" My eyes were red, and I looked around, just wanting to find him and vent the anger in my heart. Then the groom's father, my uncle, came and asked me what was wrong. I said that the best man was a bad mouth. My father also came over and asked me what I was doing. I said I had said a long time ago that I would not come. I didn't want to attend the wedding with that bitch of the groomsman. The belt can be tied outside, but you insisted that I tie it inside. What are you doing to me? What's the meaning? You keep talking about me and playing tricks on me.
At this time, the scene was in chaos. The originally cheerful music was drowned out by the noise. The guests were whispering to each other. The bride and groom stood aside with frozen smiles on their faces. At this time, I left.
After the wedding, my dad kept abusing and yelling at me, saying that I had ruined his friend's son's wedding. I said, "I told you so long ago, but you didn't listen. You insisted on making me go and even tried to make things difficult for me." In my dad's heart, his friends are the most important.