Mo Shiyi controlled her speed, looked at Tan Xiaomeng's vigilant eyes, and slowly stepped onto the platform on the chair, which made Tan Xiaomeng point at her excitedly, "Don't come over, or I'll just jump here! Get out, get out of here!"
Mo Shiyi didn't try to get close anymore, and slowly sat down against the wall with her hands, "Okay, I can't go over, I'll sit here."
Tan Xiaomeng still looked at her vigilantly, and Mo Shiyi slowed down her voice and continued, "Do you still remember me? I am Mo Shiyi from Tisfony, who was the designer where you worked as a part-time model some time ago."
"Model?" Tan Xiaomeng smiled and probably remembered who the person in front of her was. "Don't lie to me, that's obviously impossible. I know you are kind-hearted, so I advise you not to waste your time."
"How is it impossible? The new season of Tisfony's outfits will be available soon. The photos you took here before will be synchronized to Tisfony's official website as a model's photo. Everything you do is true."
"So what if it's true or not?" Tan Xiaomeng raised her hand and pointed at the teachers who were leaning behind Mo Shiyi, and slowly pointed to the group of students downstairs watching the fun. Finally, she slowly pointed to her chest, "Do you know what they did to me? He pressed it in the corner, sucked garbage into my drawer, put cockroaches, poured red paint on it, spread rumors behind her back, saying that my grades were cheating, and they all came from sleeping, saying that I was kept by all kinds of disgusting old men... No matter what I said or how many times I explained, they only believed what they heard, and would not listen to my explanation at all, and would only torture me even more."
Thinking of those unjust pasts, Tan Xiaomeng gritted her teeth and shouted: "I, Tan Xiaomeng, have lived in 18 years in a clean life. I just liked someone, who got offended by anyone, and I have to spread rumors behind my back! Since they all want me to die, then okay, I will die in front of you, so that you all become murderers. No one can think of being a clean person in this life!"
"Tan Xiaomeng!" Mo Shiyi suddenly shouted loudly and cut off what she said, "The relatives hurt the enemy, and the enemy is happy. Is this really worth it? Think about the people who love you, if you leave, how sad they will have to be."
"The dear ones hurt...the enemy is happy...the dear ones hurt...the enemy is happy...the classmates curse me, the teachers look down on me. My boyfriend doesn't want me anymore, and my parents also think I'm not good at studying and embarrassing. What's the point of living?" Tan Xiaomeng laughed loudly, her laughter was shrill.
Her eyes were terrifyingly empty, but no tears came down, as if they had dried up and could not flow out again.
It was clearly June and the wind in early summer, Mo Shiyi felt cold all over her body. In an instant, it seemed like she had returned to the darkest moment again, and subconsciously wanted to get up and move.
After being seen by Tan Xiaomeng with sharp eyes, she immediately shouted loudly that she would not be allowed to approach. The person was moving out half an inch, and the whole person was shaking, which made the people around her nervous and almost rushed over.
Mo Shiyi stopped in place, half-squatted on the ground, holding her knees and looking at her: "Okay, I won't go over, and I won't advise you, but I want to ask you to listen to me to tell a story."
Tan Xiaomeng's mental state was extremely unstable, and she was like a hedgehog, "I don't want to listen to the story, please leave quickly."
However, Mo Shiyi had already said to herself, "The story is about my life. There are some things you have experienced that I have experienced, so I would like to ask you to hear the version of this story about me."
Sure enough, Tan Xiaomeng didn't move out any longer, but she couldn't get much interest, "Whatever you want. It has nothing to do with me anyway."
"Originally, this kind of story should be blown to the mouth of each person and peel a peanut. The wind is a bit strong here, so you'll just listen."
Tan Xiaomeng remained indifferent and let Mo Siyi's voice mixed with the cold wind pour into his ears.