I don't know how long I ran, but my heart was about to jump out of my throat.

I finally ran back to school.

The school was brightly lit, and the sound of reading could be vaguely heard.

"I was born a mountain, not a stream. I want to overlook the mediocre gullies from the top of the peaks."

"I was born a hero, not a weed. I stand on the shoulders of giants and despise the cowardly."

I rushed into the school, and there was a thin female teacher standing at the school gate. In the moment I rushed towards her, everything around me turned into shattered pieces like burst bubbles.

The towering walls of books formed a Gothic pointed dome above my head. When I turned around to look, there were no parents chasing after me in the book walls surrounding me.

They were blocked outside the walls.

The teacher unfolded two pieces of paper in front of me, which were exactly the strange rules from the hallway and the taxi.

I asked her, "What are these rules exactly?"

"Arrogance, prejudice, ignorance, oppression. And some other insignificant rubbish."

She tore the rules into pieces:

"It's all over."

Extra:

[The Female Delivery Worker's Diary]

This is the 24th time this year that I have delivered food to the girl in Unit 7, Building 3 at night.

She seems to be a boarding student who can only return home on weekends.

Every time I deliver food to her, she is very cautious and looks through the cat's eye for a long time.

I think she must be very scared.

When I was a little girl, I often felt afraid to be alone because I was worried about being harmed by bad people.

I showed her my newly bought necklace, but she seemed even more afraid.

Sigh, life is really difficult.

[The Male Taxi Driver's WeChat Chat History]

Honey, let me tell you, it was really something just now.

In the middle of the night, a little girl got in the car and told me to take her to school alone.

Wasn't there a woman who was murdered by a taxi driver yesterday? The radio was just talking about it.

Her expression, oh my god, it was as if I were a murderer.

Do you know what's even more outrageous?

When we were about to get off the car, she asked if she could go home with me.

I'm not bragging, what's there to brag about. I was so scared at that time.

Scary. It was late at night, long hair, draped over, and wearing a white dress.

Good thing I didn't do anything wrong.

Otherwise, someone would've thought she was a ghost.

I've made up my mind, I won't pick up female passengers at night anymore.

Why should I worry about how they get home? What if something happens and they blame me?

It's their danger, which is better than me being extorted for money, right?

[Mom's Diary]

I've always said that girls don't need to study. The girl who went to school didn't listen to me.

What good can a free school have?

Now, when it's time for her to get married, she won't get married and has gone back to studying.

That Xiao Wang had such good conditions.

He's rich, and he's interested in her.

Isn't it just for beating his wife? How many men in the world don't beat their wives?

Unfortunately, she didn't come home during the college entrance examination, and the admission letter wasn't sent to our house.

Otherwise, I would have to make her get married and get a dowry.

[My Diary]

Finally graduated!

I used to always say to my desk mate that preparing for the college entrance examination cured my mental exhaustion.

It's more than that.

It also cured my neurosis~

After having a good routine and a free life plan, I never saw those strange things again.

Even when I'm alone at home, I still don't dare to open the door to get takeout.

At night, when I'm alone in a taxi, I still worry that the driver might have ulterior motives.

After my younger brother was born, I didn't do anything, but I became a demon who supports my brother and a disobedient daughter attacked by relatives.

It is said that a person dies three times in their lifetime.

The first death is brain death, meaning the body dies.

The second death is the funeral, meaning death in society.

The third death is being forgotten, when no one cares about that person anymore, which means they are completely dead.

I often dreamt of the funeral in that illusion when I was young.

At that time, I was ill, but I didn't think I was crazy.

I just saw it very clearly: how I was pronounced dead in terms of social relations and existence while still alive in flesh.

It was a gentle act of sacrifice disguised in civilization, trying to turn me into a true walking corpse.

I survived the narrow bridge of the college entrance examination and struggled to save myself.

Now

, there is still no bed for me to sleep in at home.

But it seems like I no longer need one.

(End of the story)

Author: Don't scratch my window