C2 Tear Is Salty

The flourishing and advanced era of the twenty-first century

In an age like this, an unknown event, the story of a poor girl, took place in a corner.

A cool breeze blew against the willow tree. The bright red five-star flag was now unfurling, its bright red body fluttering in the wind. Five yellow stars were fluctuating on the flag. It was everyone's hope and symbol.

Under the red flag, quiet roads and playgrounds, silent white brick houses, closed doors and windows, quiet classrooms, empty and neat tables and chairs, still chalk, white floors.

From this, it could be seen that the school had already let go, and the students and teachers had returned to their respective homes.

There was no sound of reading; no children's laughter; no teacher's busy figure; it was like a silent empty city.

Looking up at the sky, the sun seemed to hang somewhat powerlessly in the sky, lazily descending towards the west. Dusk permeated through the clouds to illuminate a small corner of the school, and the white brick walls were engraved with a red glow.

There were some faint words on the white piece, these two words were heartbreaking. With white fragments, it proclaimed its demise.

The schoolbag lay quietly on the ground. It opened its mouth in discomfort, spitting out the book in its stomach, the greyish white body, the dazzling footprints and stitched lines. It was unknown who tore it apart. It lay there quietly, looking incomparably desolate and miserable.

"Ling Xueshi, who do you think you are! I told you to take the money, but you didn't f * cking give it to laozi. " The voice rang out from the fragments and desolation of the schoolbag.

It was getting dark, and Ling Xueshi was only able to cringe in the corner. She was timid, she was afraid.

Her slender arms were tightly wrapped around her legs, and her long, shiny, straight, black hair was draped across her cheeks, covering Ling Xueshi's pale face. The dazzling footprints were imprinted on the clean white clothes.

"Hey!" Do you hear me? Don't think that just because your results are good that you are impressive. Even if I told you to take it, you wouldn't take it. Extending his powerful foot, he kicked the emaciated, shriveled body.

With a groan, Ling Xueshi painfully hugged her body tightly in the corner. The red light shone on her body, but she did not feel any warmth, her body was trembling, her lips were purple, her hands were purple, and her head was blank. Only her swollen eyes were filled with fear and helplessness.

"Hey!" Zhang Qing, let's ignore her! "Look at her bear-like appearance, let's go and play!" One of Zhang Qing's companions stood in front of Ling Xueshi with his arms crossed, looking at her with disdain. Ling Xueshi narrowed her eyes, not daring to look at them.

"Alright!" Zhang Qing looked at Ling Xueshi with disgust, but still kicked her unwillingly a few times. He then turned around and walked forward happily with her companion in his arms. As he walked, he even hummed a song.

Slowly, Zhang Qing and his group's vicious figures disappeared from Ling Xueshi's sight. The corner immediately quieted down. The multicolored light was still shining, and the fragments on the ground floated with the wind in the corner. Two lines of tears flowed down her face.

The pain and numbness caused Ling Xueshi's body to sway, but she still endured it as she slowly crawled towards the desolate bag. She hugged it and knelt on the ground, picking up the tattered book one by one.

The cool wind lifted her long hair and her helpless sadness; dried her tears; cleared her miserable heart.

Suddenly, the corner of Ling Xueshi's mouth lifted slightly as she looked into the distance. She forced out a smile and stood up shakily. She combed her battered body and walked forward with a trembling body.

… ….

The mountains were tall and clear, and the trees were shady. There were many poplar trees, standing tall against the wind, swaying along with the wind. A house made of fragrant earthy bricks was beautiful and stable, with only one floor, neatly arranged firewood, upright furniture, and a tall antenna.

On the roof, there was a delicate soil swallow nest, a small cave, and a benevolent mother Yan caressed the cute little swallow with her mouth.

Such a warm scene, such a beautiful and fresh place, yet there were waves of noise coming from it.

"This rope belongs to my family." With a wrinkled hand, he bent his wrist and extended his middle finger, pointing directly at the other party. He glared fiercely at the other party, as if there was a huge grudge between them.

"You old bastard, shameless! You're clearly mine!" He held onto the rope tightly with one hand and his waist with the other as he glared at the old man, unwilling to be outdone.

They saw an old woman with almost completely white hair and a young woman with slightly white hair. They were arguing over a rope that was made out of hemp strips!

The rope looked very ordinary, ordinary to the eyes of the people, the brown rope body was four meters long, long like a line of slender snakes that lined up next to each other.

The curved tracks covered the rope, some of them faintly stained with yellow soil. From the top to the bottom, the only thing that could be said about this ordinary rope was that it had exquisite handwork. The handwork was really good; the brown colored rope had the same thickness.

For such a rope, should they fight among their loved ones? Should they fight for it?

And beside the old woman and the young woman were two men who were a little whiter. Men may not be as steady and calm as women; they may not be just noisy like women; they are the demons of impulse, the ghosts of midnight.

They were holding out, their red eyes blazing, their green hands clutching at each other's hands. They were wearing tattered, yellowing shoes that revealed their ugly, black-nailed toes, stirring each other's legs, entwining them so tightly that no one could loosen them.

Perhaps because he was too old, the old man seemed to be at a disadvantage. But even so, the old man's mouth, which revealed yellow teeth, was still very aggressive. His lips kept on shouting and he was never willing to admit defeat.