Suicide Victim 34: Mental Block (20)
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From beginning to end, Liu Ya didn't say a single foul word, but as an outsider, I felt that every word she spoke was like a silver needle, piercing my heart and sending chills down my spine. 0
If I had a mother like that... I suddenly missed my uneducated mom. 0
Liu Ya and Xu Wenmo talked for a long time, and I wandered in the living room for quite a while. During this time, I felt anxious, fearing that I would be seen as the instigator. Just like the homeroom teacher, I worried that Liu Ya and Mr. Xu would turn their fire on me. 0
But I had no doubt about Xu Wenmo's character and determination; she wouldn't shift the blame onto me, nor would she easily change our agreement because of Liu Ya's accusations. 0
I knew her too well—she was a self-righteous individualist. 0
"...If you continue to be so stubborn, I'll have no choice but to send you to Dr. Liu for closed treatment. Xu Wenmo, you are breaking my heart. No child treats their parents as enemies like you do. I can understand the rebelliousness of adolescence, but what you're doing now is more than just rebellion; there is something wrong with your mentality... I must admit that the events of the past were due to both my negligence and your father's lack of responsibility. But over the years, we have tried our best to make amends. It is you who has remained stagnant and confined yourself, unwilling to step out. Can you honestly say that you bear no responsibility for your distorted personality? You are not a child anymore; you are about to become an adult..." 0
If my crude mother ever pointed at my nose and said, "Lin Ye, you have mental issues; your personality is distorted; you need closed treatment..." I would definitely go crazy. 0
A few minutes later, Liu Ya walked out of Xu Wenmo's room. As she passed through the living room, she nodded at me subtly and politely. I hurriedly returned her smile, but when I looked up again, she had already stepped out like a victorious general, getting into her car and speeding away. 0
I had a bad feeling. 0
I rushed upstairs and pushed open the door to Xu Wenmo's room. She was sitting at her desk, holding a bookmark between her slender index and middle fingers, staring blankly at a spot with unfocused eyes. When she heard the noise I made, she turned around and gave me a sorrowful smile. "I'm sorry; I'm going to break our promise." 0
Yes, Xu Wenmo was breaking our promise for some unknown reason, yet she still chose to go to the same city as me. 0
It didn't matter whether forgiveness was involved; everyone has their own difficulties. 0
She harbored a secret deep within her heart—or rather, her family collectively hid a secret that was both Xu Wenmo's wound and Liu Ya's sharp blade that made her submit. 0
What could this secret be? I was very curious. 0
"Don't blame your mom; she's doing it for your own good," Mr. Xu said as he sent me and Xu Wenmo onto the plane bound for Qingdao at the airport. "Do you really not need me to accompany you to school?" 0
"No need," Xu Wenmo replied while gripping the handle of her suitcase tightly, looking nervous yet trying hard to maintain her composure. 0
"Alright," Mr. Xu sighed. "Keep your bank card safe; don't lose it. Call me when you get to Qingdao; I'll transfer money right away. And make sure you've brought all your documents." 0
"Mm." 0
"Ah, I'm really worried; you've never traveled far alone," Mr. Xu automatically ignored me. "Once you're at school, if you don't want to socialize with classmates, that's fine; just maintain a good relationship with your advisor—don't worry about anything else." 0
"Mm." 0
"If anything comes up, call me anytime; there are two branches in Qingdao where I'll be going on business from time to time—I’ll contact you in advance if I'm going." 0
"No need." 0
"Xiao Mo... never mind," Mr. Xu finally noticed my presence and turned around to remind me, "Get along well with your classmates at school; if you have any difficulties, let me know. I'll regularly transfer your living expenses into your account every month." 0
 
 
"Well, thank you, Mr. Xu." 0
Xu Chu smiled dismissively, "Xiao Mo is shy; you've been her only good friend since childhood. Once you get to Qingdao, take care of her a bit. I've checked the route; it's thirty-five kilometers from your school to Xiao Mo's school, and it takes over two hours by bus. Just take a taxi; I'll cover the fare as part of your living expenses. Make sure to visit her more often, and contact me anytime if there's anything." 0
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. From start to finish, I had been in the role of a caretaker, looking after Xu Wenmo. 0
"Xiao Ye has her own life; you don't need to control her," Xu Wenmo defended me. 0
"You—" Mr. Xu was at a loss for words. "Xiao Mo, I was on your side from the beginning. Even if you want to attend the same school as Xiao Ye, I support that. After all, life can't be summed up by a diploma alone. But you know how your mother is; after being a high school teacher for over ten years, her thinking hasn't kept up with the times. She believes grades represent everything, and besides, it was you who chose to follow her arrangements. What can I do? Should I drag you from a prestigious university to a Private University? That would only harm you." 0
"The time is running out; you should head back," Xu Wenmo said with a hint of politeness. 0
Mr. Xu stared at Xu Wenmo for a long time and inexplicably said, "Xiao Mo, you need to remember that I am truly a father now." 0
Xu Wenmo looked at the smooth marble floor, her eyelashes fluttering. "Yes, I know." 0
There was no conversation on the way; after getting off the plane, I first accompanied Xu Wenmo to her school to arrange various matters: paying fees, checking into the dormitory with payment receipts, and collecting bedding and basins among other trivial tasks. 0
Xu Wenmo followed me closely as if afraid of losing me or perhaps afraid of losing herself. She kept her head down like a little shadow trailing behind me as we navigated through the crowded Freshman Reception Center to collect items. I handed over the form, and the volunteers brought out supplies; Xu Wenmo hurriedly stepped forward to catch them. She was already as thin as a bamboo pole, and the heavy items made her sway unsteadily. 0
"I told you I could handle it myself; look at you—what can you even do?" I complained while organizing the stamped form. 0
She took my scolding with a silly smile that made my heart ache. 0
This silly girl had no sense of caution at all. 0
You all know what it's like during freshman enrollment; if you don't know? Old man, forget it—did they have college entrance exams in your era? To put it another way, have you ever seen the Spring Festival travel rush? It’s packed with people who could suffocate you; that was exactly how it felt then—one child getting into college brings their whole family along to report in amidst the crowd of parents, children, school volunteers, and moving company helpers running around for formalities. I'm not exaggerating one bit. 0
With so many people around, you can't expect everyone to behave well—especially those parents of kids who were pushing in elevators and yelling angrily, completely embarrassing their children. 0
Suddenly, Xu Wenmo's waist was brushed by an unknown hand that reached out from somewhere; she screamed in shock as all the items she had collected fell to the ground. 0
 
 
 
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