Every time a person gets hurt, he grows up, and the scars are not to be proud of.
What I am proud of is that no matter how many times I fall, I still have the courage to move forward.
One day, everything that has tormented your heart will become your medal of glory.

Nothing is as simple as it seems.
Everything takes longer than you expect.
What can go wrong will go wrong.
If you worry about something happening, it is more likely to happen.
To sum up, the main content of Murphy's Law is: if something has the possibility of going bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always happen.
Five days had passed since Monet's confession, and he had disappeared for five days. Speaking of which, Monet seemed to disappear for a few days every month, just like when he had his period, but the cycle was different. Xia Chan admired him very much. She didn't know what tricks he had given the teachers. At first, when they called his name but he was not there, the teachers would make trouble for him. Later, they simply ignored him, and other girls turned to be obsessed with other handsome boys. The changes were so fast, like a tornado.
Soul-stirring music was playing in "Zero". The resident singer with pigtails was holding a saxophone and playing it with her eyes closed, absorbed in it.
All the light and shadow in front of her eyes seemed unreal. Xia Chan sat on a chair against the wall, sipping a glass of fruit wine, the magazine in her hand stopped at page 19 - Murphy's Law in Love.
The scent of gardenia perfume hit her nose. Xia Chan closed the book, smiled and turned back. Her neck was embraced from behind by a pair of hands, and the colorful bracelets jingled.
Gu Tong hugged Xia Chan from behind, put her arm around her shoulders, leaned over to flip through the magazine in front of her, and asked with a smile, "Is it good?" The aromatic smell of red wine hit her face, she drank.
Xia Chan pressed down the page of the book, turned around and looked at her wearing a maroon suspender dress with only a thin denim jacket on the outside, frowned and asked, "It's almost winter and you're still wearing so little, aren't you cold?"
"If you love beauty, you won't be afraid of the cold." Gu Tong answered with a smile, her eyes narrowed into lines, as if she was a little drunk.
Xia Chan asked her to sit down next to him, and stretched out her hand to straighten an ebony hairpin on her bun. She looked at it carefully for a long time, and asked in confusion: "Why are you wearing this? It looks a bit old."
"I bought it when I was in school. I liked it so much that I never threw it away." Gu Tong lay on the table, holding a goblet and examining it. He turned his head and rubbed his forehead, then said belatedly, "I almost forgot. I asked someone to buy you some crayfish from De Fu Yuan. They're in the compartment next to the tea room. Go and eat them while they're hot."
When Xia Chan heard this, she immediately scolded: "Why didn't you tell me earlier, my dear beautiful lady? Thank you." As she spoke this, she disappeared.
When I arrived at the cubicle, I saw a pot of red lobsters being heated in a hot pot on the table. It was sizzling with oil and had an alluring spicy aroma. This was originally a flower room. Gu Tong was sympathetic to some employees who lived far away or worked late shifts and were hungry, and often ate dirty boxed lunches outside, so she had it converted into a small kitchen, so that everyone could heat up their own food or cook directly.
Gu Tong had a good relationship with the employees privately, and was generous and considerate to them, helping them as much as possible when they had any difficulties. The employees liked such a beautiful boss and obeyed her. The bar's business had been good since its opening. With a good atmosphere, Xia Chan was naturally happy to come.
Xia Chan packed a plate of lobsters and sat down to eat a dozen of them. Suddenly, Sanqian, the waiter at the front desk, ran in anxiously looking for her.
"Huh? Three thousand? A rat bit your toes." Xia Chan teased him while holding a lobster claw and a plate.
Sanqian shook his head, snatched her plate and pulled her out the door: "Xiaoxia, eat later, Sister Tong is in trouble."
"What?" Xia Chan stood up in shock, tore off a few pieces of tissue paper to wipe her mouth, then ran outside, anxious.
She pushed through the three layers of dancing bodies in the hall and ran to the front desk. From a distance, she saw Gu Tong and a man pulling each other.
The man's back looked familiar, and he was grabbing Gu Tong's arm roughly, trying to pull her into his arms. Gu Tong might have been drunk, and she was not standing steadily, swaying.
This man's intentions are obvious to everyone.
San Qian finally caught up with Xia Chan and panted, "Are you riding the Hot Wheels? Wait for me!"
Xia Chan looked around for something she could use, her eyes fixed on the plate of lobster in Sanqian's hands that she hadn't finished eating.
"What are you doing? The boss is being taken advantage of and is having no time to breathe!" Xia Chan cursed angrily, took the plate, and walked towards the man with a ferocious look.
She was not as quiet as usual, her feet were trembling, and her heart was full of pain. That was Gu Tong, the one who took care of her, accompanied her, and wanted to give everything to her relatives, how could she bear to see her being bullied in the slightest.
The anger in her heart burned like a flame. She walked behind the man and, in front of Gu Tong's shocked gaze, slammed the plate down.
She could even clearly hear the sound of the porcelain pieces colliding with her head.
The direction was so accurate and the force was so fierce that her wrist felt numb and painful.
The man in front of him roared in pain, turned his back with murderous intent in his eyes, and his raised hand froze in mid-air after he saw who was coming.
When their eyes met, they were filled with shock, resentment, surprise, disdain, and enthusiasm.
The plate clattered to the ground, knocking open the door to memories.
She was too familiar with this person.
Once, Gu Tong held her arm, and when the night rain was hitting the banana leaves outside the window, she hid under the quilt to show her the photos on her mobile phone, and said sweetly that this handsome boy was her true love.
Later, the banana leaves were still green, but Gu Tong's smile gradually faded. One day, she came back drunk, tears streaming down her face, a look of disillusionment with the world, she hugged Xia Chan tremblingly and asked again and again, "How could he do this? I was so good to him." Every word she said was heartbreaking.
At that time, she didn't understand why Gu Tong cried so hard, she just blamed the boy who hurt her on the phone. Gu Tong was so good, who could bully her? Those who could bully her must have committed a heinous crime.
When I was young and ignorant, even my hatred was without any reason. Although the memory is long gone, it does not mean it does not exist.
Yao Can's clothes were covered with greasy red sauce, and his face was like a color palette, blue, red, green, and purple. He looked at Xia Chan in disbelief and said, "Xia Chan? Is it Xia Chan? You were only this big when I met you." He compared his height.
"Shut up," she interrupted.
She turned her head and looked at Gu Tong distressedly, with a brief hesitation in her eyes, and said, "Sister Tong, is this scumbag harassing you again?"
"No, listen to me." Yao Can retorted stubbornly.
"Shut up!" Xia Chan was so shocked after she yelled that her lips trembled violently, and the words that came out of her mouth were like broken jade beads. "It was you who pursued my cousin with your slick words? It was you who said sweet words in love? It was you who cheated on my cousin without telling her? It was you who was so confident about cheating? It was you who shamelessly pestered me ? If you have the guts, explain everything clearly. I'm listening carefully!"
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Yao Can blushed and was unable to utter a word after being asked so many questions by her.
"Speak!" She raised her head, her eyes red, and looked at him provocatively.
Yao Can was like a petrified sculpture. Noticing that the people around him were looking at him like he was looking at garbage, he looked at Gu Tong for help and said weakly, "Tongtong..."
Xia Chan also looked at Gu Tong. The corners of Gu Tong's lips were pale, and a few strands of black hair fell on the sides of her face due to the previous entanglement, making her look a little haggard.
She pressed her temple, smiled sadly, and waved her hand, saying, "See what happens. I'm tired."
After saying this, she walked towards the lounge without looking back, and her back showed no trace of reluctance.
Once the lacquered door is closed, two worlds emerge.
Not all mistakes can be forgiven.
People can learn to be strong, but some pains can never be forgotten.
They are like tongues of fire licking the blade of memory, and inadvertently, they still hurt like a piercing pain.
The noise around returned to calm after the silence, and the people in the dance floor danced wildly, as if they were used to this kind of love drama.
Yao Can looked down at the red oil and lobster residue all over his body, as if he wanted to ask Xia Chan for an explanation but didn't dare to.
Xia Chan said expressionlessly: "Get lost, you won't get any good results here. I believe there are at least ten staff members in the bar who want to beat you up."
"Xia Chan, there is a misunderstanding between Tongtong and me." There was no self-respect in Yao Can's voice, which was several decibels lower.
"Let her go." Xia Chan's words were filled with sadness and cruelty. "You don't love her at all. You once hurt her so much. After so many years, everyone has their own lives. Why do you have to keep entangled with her? Now you come to her, just gambling, gambling that she still has a little love for you. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, you are not qualified to give her happiness, it was not the case in the past, and it will be the case in the future. Since everyone knows it, why do you have to make the little bit of beauty left in the past so unbearable."
In the world of love, betrayal is unforgivable. If even betrayal can be swept away by the wind and treated as if it never happened, it can only be said that love is not enough.
True love does not tolerate even a grain of sand.
Unfortunately, there are always some people who, relying on the sincerity of the other party, are spoiled and arrogant, and do not appreciate their blessings. They find the other party's weakness and abuse it with a knife, forcing the wounded person who has no strength to resist to accumulate enough disappointment, learn from the pain, and leave cruelly.
Yao Can didn't say anything for a long time, staring blankly at the closed door, knowing that the person who had accompanied him through the golden years would never open a door to him again.
He was not worthy of the deep affection she once had.
It was him who missed it.
His mind suddenly came clear, and he realized that there was no point . His gaze slowly moved to the trash can at his feet, and among a pile of fruit peels and melon seed shells lay an ebony hairpin.
He said self-deprecatingly: "I know. I misunderstood, I thought she... still had feelings for me..." After saying that, he staggered out through the back door.
Xia Chan looked up and saw Gu Tong leaning against the door, looking at the open back door with empty eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Remember to throw it away for me." Gu Tong looked at Xia Chan and smiled, her voice seemed as ethereal as smoke.
Xia Chan came back to her senses and nodded. Her chest felt as if it was filled with thick cotton and was extremely sore.
Among the millions of words in the world, love is the most deadly.
Many things that seem easy actually require a lifetime of energy to accomplish. For example, letting go is easy to say but difficult to do.
After Yao Can came once, Gu Tong handed the bar over to the store staff and flew to Hainan alone the next morning. She said she wanted to relax and get away from these things.
Xia Chan didn't know whether she was afraid of being bothered again or just in a bad mood, so she sent her a text message to remind her to be careful without asking any further questions.
On Tuesday afternoon, Wu Zhizi called me during class. Fortunately, it was a free time during PE class, so my phone was not damaged.
Before she could open her mouth, she heard Wu Zhizi's roar from inside, saying that she was unfilial and ignorant, and didn't even come home. Ella was sick, but why was she staying in someone else's house?
Then, Wu Zhizi said a bunch of words, expressing her feelings about the hardships of life, and how her fate took a turn after she met Ren Di. Finally, she said harshly that if Xia Chan didn't come back, she should not come back in the future.
It's a bit harsh, but useful.
Xia Chan returned home calmly, glanced coldly at Ren Di in the kitchen, and started to help serve the rice.
Ren Di picked up a piece of cola chicken wing and put it in Xia Chan's bowl, and asked attentively: "Chanchan, how is your friend?"
"I don't like chicken wings." Xia Chan paused, picked up the chicken wings and put them in Wu Zhizi's bowl, and said faintly, "It's almost done. I've been with her the whole time, so I don't come back often."
I can even tell lies without blushing or feeling nervous.
"Why are you always so cold and rude, kid?" Wu Zhizi pulled a long face and tried her best to ease the atmosphere. "Your uncle Ren cares about you. He has been nagging me to make more soup for you these days. He is afraid that you will be under a lot of pressure in winter and your body will not be able to bear it. We are going to Hangzhou after the New Year. We want to take you with us, but you won't agree. I can only accompany you more now."
us……
The "we" in Wu Zhizi's mouth has become a synonym for her and Ren Di. Who am I? In fact, there is no need to be anything. As long as Wu Zhizi is happy, it's fine.
happiness……
It's really a luxury item.
"I'm full. I'm going to go out for a walk. Enjoy your meal." Xia Chan stood up, pulled away the chair and took the dishes to the kitchen.
"Is it because my cooking skills are not good enough? Why do you eat so little? I told you that as a girl, don't try to lose weight like others. You are already thin, and if you lose more weight, the wind will blow you away." Wu Zhizi stood up and muttered while holding a bowl of rice, "Also, you go out wearing so little, and no one will care if you catch a cold. You are a grown-up now, take care of yourself."
"No need to wait for me to come back." Xia Chan smiled, hung the bag on the wall on her shoulder, squatted down to tie her shoelaces, and went out as if she didn't mind anything.
She didn't know where to go. It seemed that anywhere would be fine except home.
It was already winter cold outside, and there were few people on the street. The trees on both sides had dead branches hanging down, and the broken leaves were swaying in the wind, which was particularly desolate. Under my feet was the cold and wide cement road. The cold air penetrated through the collar, and the biting cold wind made my face hurt.
Although it is early winter, it is really cold.
The night view was beautiful, so she took out her phone, took a few photos and posted a status, but then deleted them after thinking about it. She no longer wanted to find the people she could share with.
She just walked aimlessly, resting when she was tired, trying to kill more time.
The coffee shop in the glass window opposite was warm and lively, and the couples' faces were full of sweetness. Xia Chan watched them chatting and laughing as if no one was around, and suddenly remembered the kiss by the river.
"Asha, I like you."
The hug and kiss were so sudden that she always thought it was a dream. Monet seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth and she hadn't seen him for several days.
Why would you miss him? You wish he would disappear and go to paradise!
Crazy, crazy, crazy.
Xia Chan shook her head vigorously. She was sitting on a swing in a park by the roadside, kicking the ground with her feet. She glanced at the entrance of the cafe inadvertently, but could not take her eyes away.
Some people are so familiar that you can't mistake them at first sight. But it is precisely because you don't make mistakes that your heart aches.
Jiang Huainan, wearing a navy blue sweater, was considerately opening the sliding door. Behind him, the woman in a beige windbreaker was very beautiful, with an oval face , bright pupils, and she was looking at him with a gentle smile.
"That beauty is tall, with pretty features, and she stands out in the crowd wearing all the designer clothes. If you don't know her, you might think she is a celebrity. Jiang Huainan and she are walking side by side. They are a talented couple with beautiful faces, and they have their own aura..."
There was a buzzing sound in my mind, and Ella's words echoed in my heart like a devil's voice.
She felt as if the whole world had lost its sound and light. Those two people occupied her eyes and stung her heart.
This girl, she and Ella didn't know each other. The tacit understanding between Jiang Huainan and her didn't seem to be fake, it was natural after knowing each other for a long time.
Lover? Perhaps, after all, Jiang Huainan had hidden things from her, one more thing would not be too much, one less thing would not be too little.
He only treats her as his sister!
Oh, sister, that's ridiculous. Jiang Huainan was indeed abiding by his duty, and only treated her as someone more than an ordinary friend, without any ambiguity or crossing the line.
She had thought too much and reaped the consequences. She had no reason to blame him or question his identity.
Through the glass window, their every move fell into Xia Chan's eyes, like silver needles piercing her heart.
The next morning, Xia Chan sat on a rest chair outside the school canteen, eating a bucket of spicy instant noodles. She did nothing last night, sitting in the cold wind and watching Jiang Huainan and the girl talking and laughing until they left.
Her throat was sore and her nose was blocked, so she sniffed, thinking she had a cold.
A head came over my head. It was Monet. He smacked his lips and said hello, "Hi, Axia, eating instant noodles."
Xia Chan's cheeks flushed and she turned her head away without paying any attention to him. She couldn't help but think of what happened by the river again.
Monet took a big step and walked to her other side. He sniffed carefully again and said, "Oh, you like spicy food."
Xia Chan still didn't speak.
Monet threw his shoulder bag onto the chair opposite her, and sat down with his hands on his cheeks, chewing gum, and said, "Girl, Master Mo is in a good mood today. How about inviting you to the snack street after school to have a good meal?"
"Not very good," she replied.
"Look, look, you just like to joke with me, saying one thing and thinking another." Monet covered his mouth and laughed.
Xia Chan cast a disgusted look at him and tried to avoid him. I really don't know what this guy grew up on. He kissed the girl without a word of apology and even begged her to act stupid and make trouble for her.
Is this person stupid or just lacking in brains?
She later regretted not slapping him back. Thinking back on it, it was such a loss.
When the school bell rang, Xia Chan had just put her notebook into her schoolbag when Monet patted her shoulder generously and said, "Let's go ."
His back was empty, and when Xia Chan was not paying attention, the schoolbag fell into his hands. Monet smiled cunningly: "Beware of fire, theft and you. You can't escape now." He threw the schoolbag over his shoulder and walked out whistling.
Xia Chan swallowed her anger and was able to remain calm and composed like a mountain in the face of wind and rain.
Just eat and eat him till he’s broke!
Going out of the small iron gate of the third teaching building is a night market street. It is very quiet during the day and crowded at night. Monet walked in front, looking like a young master who climbed over the wall in ancient times to experience the life of the market. He stood in front of a barbecue stall, rubbing his hands and ordering a bunch of skewers, constantly reminding the chef to "put more, make it super spicy". After getting the skewers, he turned around and squeezed through the crowd, holding them up in front of Xia Chan as if to take credit, and said, "Here."
He had no plan for supper, he ate wherever he walked, wherever there were crowds. Seeing Xia Chan biting the grilled gluten calmly, he looked at her expression and suspected that it was not spicy enough, so he tried to take a bite himself, rolled his eyes, and cried out: "Bah! Murder!"
Looking at him sticking out his tongue like a dog, refusing to throw away the string of gluten even though tears were coming out of his eyes, Xia Chan laughed secretly in her heart.
After eating for half an hour, Monet was still full of energy. He looked at a bright white billboard opposite and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, that! If you don't eat it, you'll live in vain!"
Xia Chan looked in the direction of his finger and saw a store at the opposite end of the alley with a sign that read "Hell Spicy Hot Pot". The store was full of people, the outside was full of people, and there were people queuing.
"Are you provoked and looking for trouble?" Xia Chan stared at his red face and sausage-like mouth, thinking that he had taken the wrong medicine.
Monet shook his head, licked his lips, and said, "Why bother so much? Just enjoy your meal."
He showed a confident smile on his face. Without looking at Xia Chan, he jumped onto the flower bed and took a shortcut to "Hell". He turned back and waved at Xia Chan: "Come on! Follow me!"
Xia Chan looked at his back hidden in the light, and a ripple appeared in her heart.
This world is full of black humor. If Xia Chan knew that she would meet a familiar face in "Hell Spicy Hot Pot", she would never go there even if she was beaten to death.
When she walked over, Monet was sitting with his legs crossed, chatting happily with someone, as if he was excited to meet a fellow villager. When she got closer and saw the person clearly, she cried out in her heart, and words like "climbing the wall", "fat guy" and "awkward" popped up in her mind.
Before she could avoid it, a male voice sounded behind her.
"It was you?" Watermelon-head stood up and shouted, pointing at Xia Chan and unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time, "Then, that day... climbed... climbed the wall... ah..."
"Hey, why are you stuttering?" Monet slapped the watermelon-headed guy, then stood up and introduced Xia Chan enthusiastically, "Ah Xia, this is my buddy Xue Fei, we call him Da Fei, he likes to stay at home and play games, we go to the same school but we only see each other a few times, when I first saw him, I thought I had seen a ghost. Don't be fooled by his silly appearance, he is actually quite silly..."
"Mo Wulai, that's enough!" Da Fei shouted in dissatisfaction, spitting all over Monet's face.
Then, Da Fei looked at Xia Chan with a complicated gaze and asked, "You..."
"My name is Xia Chan. It's our first meeting. Please take care of me." Xia Chan smiled, trying to avoid the topic that they both knew well.
Da Fei immediately understood and laughed: "Please take care of me, hehe..."
Monet's suspicious eyes swept between the two of them.
Xia Chan quickly pulled over a stool and urged him, "Order something. You've been wanting to try it for a long time."
"Oh." He suddenly realized and said with a wink, "Yes, order whatever you want, it's mine, I won't leave until I'm full!"
It is easy for one person to know another, but the difficult part is to manage the relationship. So there are two types of friends: casual acquaintances and close friends. Da Fei is the former.
That night, Xia Chan listened to Da Fei and Monet talking about everything from how many legs a centipede has to aliens destroying the earth. She frequently heard Da Fei say the words "my goddess".
Twenty minutes later, Monet's face was covered with red pimples. Seeing his condition, Da Fei slapped his thigh and said, "Aren't you allergic to spicy food?"
"Nothing." Monet stepped on him under the table.
Xia Chan stopped eating, turned on the flashlight on her phone and looked at his face, asking, "Monet, what's wrong with you?"
"Turn it off, turn it off, my eyes are going blind." Monet raised one arm to cover his face. His arm was also covered with red bumps, not in small areas, but in large patches, which was very creepy.
"You're such a freak." Xia Chan stood up and supported herself on the table, looking at him for a long time without being able to speak.
She pointed to the cashier counter and said to Dafei, "Dafei, please pay the bill. I'll take him to buy medicine."
"Okay." Dafei patted his chest proudly.
Then, she took the chopsticks from Monet's hand, poured out his half-finished bowl of soup, and, with his guilty look in his eyes, called him to get up and urged him to go to the clinic in the nearby community.
"Axia, you are so smart. It was originally my treat, but now Dafei is cheated of everything." Monet turned to look at her as he walked.
Xia Chan looked very grumpy.
"It's just an allergy. It will be gone in three days." He chuckled indifferently.
Xia Chan was silent. She couldn't communicate with someone who didn't take care of his body.
The scenery near and far was very hazy. Monet looked at the gray sky above his head in boredom, and said with some anticipation: "The weather forecast says it will snow soon."
Hearing his words, Xia Chan looked towards the dark night sky.
There is no moon or stars. The sleeping night sky is like a huge curtain. It seems bottomless, making people feel even smaller and lonelier.
"Is that so?" she stammered, as if asking herself.
The four seasons flow as usual, winter turns to spring, the laws of nature remain unchanged. But when will her dark night end?
At that time, she didn't know that fate was a compass, which would go around in circles and eventually return to the starting point.
And all the encounters and partings are just a joke.