What's the story? I've been thinking about it ever since. I don't think I have a story. The future is like a blank sheet of paper. I haven't seen many people and walked many roads.

I'd rather the person in the story didn't exist, that is to say, no one was hurt, but she existed in this world and appeared in my life.

This is the worst story I have ever seen. My storytelling ability is not good enough, and there are not so many ups and downs. I'm just telling a story that hit my heart.

A girl I don't know, because of the network relationship, I temporarily call her Xiao.

I met Xiao in the online forum. At that time, I was addicted to novels and often wandered around those forums, and I became familiar with them in the long run.

Although we know each other very well, this story didn't happen in that year. Last year, I heard her talk about it. She said this road was all her darkness.

When a7 was young, her parents ran away from home, leaving her sister and her. Because the school term is not over yet, I live with my grandmother for the time being. My grandmother also has an aunt's cousin, who is in junior high school.

When I was ten years old, it sounded great, but in fact, I knew nothing. Sometimes tragedies happen because I don't understand.

She said that if I knew something, I wouldn't let myself fall into the deep sea of my heart for more than 20 years.

Her parents' departure had some influence on her. This cousin, who has been playing very well, has also brought her many familiar feelings. She said that it was the trust of acquaintances that made her later.

As we all know, junior high school boys have little knowledge of sex, but they have begun to have demand and curiosity in this respect. Children in big cities can't get the necessary sex education, let alone in rural areas.

One afternoon, the little grandmother went out to work. My cousin said that playing games, ignorant little A cooperated well and said a word. A word that made her live for ten years, she said that if she didn't say it, she would feel better.

When she told me, she said she had put it down, but she still choked up. I thought every word was a line of tears, but it was her endless silence. I'd rather she shed a few tears, which will make her feel better.

On two benches, my cousin squatted on her and kept rubbing, asking, "Are you comfortable?" She said, "well, it's quite comfortable." Because of lack of sex education, she doesn't know what happened, as if nothing had happened. People are always growing, and when she understands all this, the world collapses.

But this understanding is not really understanding, but that a shameful thing has happened. The secret is buried in the bottom of my heart and begins to sprout. She began to have nightmares and was afraid of all contact with the opposite sex. Even shaking hands with ordinary friends of the opposite sex is a chill inside.

In this secret, she feels different from others, or worse, "unclean." That's what she thinks.

For more than ten years, every time she met a similar conversation, she felt humiliated.

When people experience pain, they either choose destruction or choose nirvana to be reborn.

I am glad that she chose the latter, otherwise I would never know how she spent her life, but I might choose to leave this world. She struggled to leave her hometown, the city and people she hated, and chose to receive professional psychological help.

It took her only two days to decide on a college entrance examination, but this time the beginning of self-redemption made her hesitate for half a year.

I asked her, and I said I would write your story. She said write, maybe someone can see it, maybe someone can live as hard as her, and she will choose to stand up again and give herself a new chance.

She just wanted to say it wasn't my fault. This mental journey, she finally came. I'm afraid no one knows what she suffered and what she suffered. I'm afraid some people will say, didn't you enjoy it?

If someone says this, it is the greatest malice and destruction to her.

This is a sad and even desperate past for her. Please don't blame and evaluate at will.

A story is a mental road, bumpy and hard. I hope she will embark on a new road from now on. Some people who stopped in the past can come out one day. I just want to wish her happiness in the future.