Everyone has a story. Some people like to tell stories to others, some people only like to tell stories to special people, and some people choose to hide stories deep in their hearts and accompany them for their lives. These are the choices of their own life...

I have always been the kind of person who hides the story deep in my heart and does not want others to know. Later, I found that I was very tired of living. There were more and more stories, and my heart was filled with stories, and I couldn't feel the sunshine of life. So, I began to become another kind of person.

I began to choose to tell my stories to my family and to my close friends. When the story was pulled away little by little in my heart, the sunshine of life gradually increased by one meter and one meter. But later I found that even my family and close friends would not understand my story because they also had their stories. Therefore, the sunshine of life would sometimes be accompanied by a sun rain that wet my long-dried heart. So, I became another kind of person.

I began to choose to tell all the stories in my heart, just like now. I read a famous saying on Weibo: "People who have stories can't tell the stories in my heart. Because those stories have really entered my heart." So, I can only leave real stories in my heart, and some superficial stories should be left out of my heart and breathe the air. Whether anyone understands these stories is no longer important. I just want to empty my heart and feel the beautiful sunshine. After all, the feeling of the story pressing on my heart is as uncomfortable as Sun Wukong was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years. So, I became such a person.

Life in the second year of high school can be considered fast, and there are also deep fragments.

The number of times of placement is really a headache! In the already narrow classroom, sixty people moved tables and walked around in a mess. That scene can be described in two words, annoying! Chaos! Huhu...

This time, I sat at the last person at the back door. My deskmate is a very rebellious person. Others think he is a bad guy and likes to fight and scold people. I am afraid of him! After all, I heard that he is very scattered! (scratch, that is, very arrogant! Similarly) And I am so weak! In front of him, I am like a quiet lamb. But his hungry wolf can't bite me very much.

The goblin is still sitting in front of my seat. It’s a demon!

The most troublesome thing about sitting in this seat is to watch or not. What does it mean?

Because there is a girl in the next group next door often looks at me. The girl’s surname is Gao and her figure tends to be as good as a mature woman.

Whether in class or during class, I always feel that someone is looking at me. When I look over, someone is indeed looking at me. But who is she looking at? Look at Datouzhi? But Datouzhi has a girlfriend! There is only one door next to me, what's the door good? I just teach her that she has a sloppy eyes in and out of class. Was she looking at me? Wow, sorry, the narcissism that thinks too much begins to get obsessed at that time...

Every time she reads it, I will pretend to read a book very seriously and feel that I am so handsome!! Hahaha!

It was not until later when I looked at her and she avoided my eyes that I deeply understood that she was really looking at the door next to me.

Huh, with a narcissistic heart, I was watching the scenery in the corridor, but I still felt that - I am so handsome!

Wow haha!

During the three years of high school, I seem to have a big trouble every year. The first year of high school is a bone crack, and the second year of high school is a piece of meat missing from the finger snail. In the third year of high school, I will talk about it until I write...

Maybe God wants to punish me, because Gan and I have a cold war again, as if it is the cold war every year. And the initiator of the cold war, I'm sorry, it's me again. Are you talking about it? Alas! It really hurts her heart. Every time I provoke a cold war, she always says "I'm sorry" to me. It seems that the cold war broke out because of her. Huh, she is right, it's me wrong...

I remember that I was going to take computer classes that day, and I felt so happy! Because I could play King of Fighters games! I thought that when I was in high school, I could learn to type with the computer keyboard, but I only remember the positions of the keys for King of Fighters. Alas!

After class, in order to get a good computer to play in the computer classroom, I tried my best to rush! The so-called good computer is a computer that can be used normally. Because there are strange situations in the computer classroom, many computers go on strike and stop, so people often don’t have computers to play. You said, for the sake of King of Fighters, can I not run?

Very good, I ran very fast after class that time! Because the computer classroom seemed to be on the fourth floor of the building next door, it was very difficult to run! I ran to the corner of the stairs on the fourth floor, where there was an open rusty iron door. I grabbed it, pulled myself suddenly, and speeded up. Run, yes! I finally found a good computer! There were not many people in the computer classroom at that time, and I couldn't help but have fun.

However, when I wanted to press the computer keyboard, I felt my right finger sticky. After looking at it, Nani was bleeding!

It seemed to be dripping very quickly! I wondered, was it accidentally cut when I grabbed the rusty iron door? So I quickly went to the toilet to flush it with water, hoping to clean the blood so that the wound could be treated.

However, the horror moments began to take place!

I turned on the faucet and put my injured middle finger, which seemed to be bleeding, into the water to clean it. But when the water rushes to the finger snail of my injured finger, I actually saw a recessed nest. Moreover, the more water rinses, the more blood flows. Look at the water on the ground, it is all red! It really seems that I am shooting a horror movie!

I looked at it with my eyes close to the injured finger in fear. I could see something jumping. Every time I jumped, blood would overflow. I wonder if it was the blood vessels of the fingers or something. There was no way, I didn't learn biology well.

It seems that the iron door cut off a piece of meat from my finger! I am so scared! I don’t know if I need surgery, I’m so scared!

I quickly asked the computer teacher for leave, holding my right hand tightly with my left hand, no matter what, the blood couldn't stop! As I ran back to the classroom, the blood dripping from my fingers left a mark on me. My friend, the "little red flowers" blooming on the ground were not flowers, but my tears.

There are my beautiful blood kisses in the corridors and on the steps of the stairs. The blood that has shed is enough for me to donate hundreds of milliliters of blood. It’s such a waste!

I hurriedly asked for leave from my head teacher, Mr. Qiangqiang. It just so happened that Boss Zhong was still in the classroom. Boss Zhong was a boy who was with me. This title was given by someone else.

Teacher Qiangqiang asked Boss Zhong to accompany me to see a school doctor. It was different if I had someone to accompany me. I went from running with passion to walking and dying.

At that time, Gan was in physical education class. I couldn't let her see it, I couldn't! But how could she hide? Huh, so I didn't hide. The injury was pretending to be serious so that I found a reason for not seeing her.

I found the school doctor and washed the wound, but it was useless. The school doctor said that the simple cloth could no longer stop my blood from being unable to think. Okay, let's go to the small clinic at the school gate!

Similarly, it means that there is nothing we can do! Unless, go to a large hospital!

The big hospital closest to the school at that time was Xinyi Hospital. It was a very bad hospital! I thought to myself that in the fourth grade, I had been here for a long time and took a lot of medicine, but I couldn’t take it well. Moreover, the money flowed in like running water. Finally, I went to a small clinic in a small town and took two packs of medicine. It was fine. From then on, I had no good impression of this hospital, but I had no choice but to go in when necessary!

Thanks to Boss Zhong for accompanying me all the way, I arrived at the hospital and had to undergo a minor operation - stitching.

When I first arrived there, an old nurse in her decades helped me wash my wound. She actually said, "There is no flesh on my fingers, so I can't sew a needle. I can only apply some tobacco to stop the bleeding and bandage it!"

I almost thought in despair at that time, ha? Is my fingers unsaved? Oh my God!

Afterwards, the chief physician took a look and confirmed that he wanted to sew a needle!

The old nurse also asked, "Do you have to sew this way?"

The chief physician said affirmatively: "It is necessary to sew! How can I not sew?"

I thought at that time, how many health people can such a garbage nurse harm?!

It’s finally time to stitch! Boss Zhong was waiting outside, so I could only cheer myself up! Because it was my first surgery and I had no family around me, I was so lonely! What’s even more terrible is that I didn’t use anesthetics!

When I saw the thread passing through my finger flesh, I felt pain! I didn’t feel much pain from the time I found out that I was injured to the hospital.

What made me even more painful was that after the needle and thread passed through my flesh, the flesh rotted and had to pass through the unscathed flesh again! The pain made me grit my teeth desperately! The tears slid down obviously! No shouting! Very strong!

However, what is even more abnormal is that the flesh and blood rotted again!

So, the chief physician decided to thread the needle and thread to the better skin, that kind of pain! It really hits the heart!

I don’t know how long it hurts! Finally, I sewed it, but I have only half my life left...

No matter how painful it is, the first time I saw myself so strong! I was still a little happy...

After that, it will be a day to recover from the injury.

It hurts, proves that I am still alive...
Chapter completed!