Chapter 376 Who exactly defines me?

Author: Gou Ning

Chapter 376 Who exactly defines me?

"But that doesn't matter, because love is the attitude of one soul to another soul, not the reaction of one organ to another. It has nothing to do with gender, nothing to do with externality, and the love that returns to the most essential is the communication between souls."

"You don't know that these are not because of your purity, but because of your ignorance. You all regard yourself as normal people. It's not because of your normality, but because of your cowardice. You are afraid of other people's strange eyes, afraid of being criticized, and afraid of being excluded by everyone. So you restrain your personality, hide your true likes and dislikes, ignore your own uniqueness, and blindly follow the crowd."

"Of course, it is your freedom to be willing to follow the crowd. I have no right to interfere, but you cannot laugh, suppress and deny other people's courage because of your cowardice, so as to prove that your cowardice is right and self-protection is clear."

After saying something, the class was silent.

Ye Xingli thought they were shocked by their words, but when she turned around, she realized that the class teacher who was in menopause was standing behind her sinisterly, and she didn't know how long she had listened to it.

She was so scared that she was trembling all over, and there were only three words left in her mind: It's over.

Before she could sit down in her seat tremblingly, the woman started to attack with a sharp voice: "Ye Xingli! Stand up for me!"

"The class bell has been called. Don't you sit in your seat and wait for class. What are you talking nonsense in the class?"

"Look at yourself, do you have a little bit of what a girl should look like? How old are you, you just keep love and love on your lips. Is this something you should consider at your age? Do you still have a little bit of shame?"

"If you are so curious about this kind of thing, you should stop going to school as soon as possible. Just drop out of school and go home and ask your parents to arrange blind dates for you, so that you can avoid taking more detours for many years!"

"I usually don't want to say things too badly because you are a girl. I didn't expect you to be shameless and become more and more excessive."

After a slander, Ye Xingli was invited to his parents.

Her parents were timid in the face of their teacher, but when they returned home, they punched her hard.

They confiscated all the extracurricular books she likes to read most, saying that she became so shameless because she read too many of these messy bad books.

They tore up the celebrity posters she likes, saying that she was ruined by these unkind and inappropriate people, so she was not as good as a girl.

Her figures, game consoles, and assembled models were all unable to escape from the clutches because they said that these were things that boys should play with.

"Why should girls be like girls?"

Ye Xingli faced the camera, and in front of him were books, posters, assembled models and other items piled up together to ignite the raging fire.

The firelight reflected in her dark eyes, burning all her spirits, and even her voice was ashamed, feeling discouraged.

It seems to be muttering to oneself, or it seems to be questioning the audience.

"Why don't girls who dye their hair learn well?"

Lu Ruimo squatted in a daze on the corner of the street, and the cell phone in her hand was still buzzing and vibrating. One after another, the evil comments were pouring towards her, just like basins of dirty water, pouring on her continuously.

So much so that she almost forgot about herself. At first she just wanted to share her joy with everyone, that's all.

"Why will women be rumored if they are caught in public opinion storms?"

Zhao Zhiyu sat in front of the computer blankly, and the screen was filled with unsightly filthy words.

It seemed as if she was pressed on her head and admitted that it was not that she had a bad attitude towards work, but that she had betrayed her body.

It seems that as long as she is labeled as a bad person, everyone can trample on her dignity under the banner of justice.

"Why do girls who learn dancing have their private lives chaotic?"

Su Xianchen held his knees with both hands and curled up in a corner of the dance classroom.

She thought that as long as she resisted the temptation and cherished her feathers, she would be able to walk on this road for a long time and never collapse the house.

But she didn't expect that she was not destroyed by self-deprecation, but by the jealousy of one group of people and the prejudice of another group of people.

"Why have I wrapped myself up so that I only had my eyes exposed, but I still couldn't escape the humiliation of the slut?"

On the dilapidated street, Feng Yasong was wrapped in a pure black burqa, quietly listening to the woman's increasingly sharp screams, but what came to his mind was one question after another:

Why do girls have to be gentle and gentle?

Why is a woman incomplete without having children in her entire life?

Why do you have to be the male lead and the female lead the female lead the inner?

Why are girls born not good at science?

Why are female drivers all road killers?

Why are you harassed because you are dressed horny?

Why are you bullied because you are liked?

Why does a good career have to be a background and be kept?

One question after another turned into a string of blood-red words, densely occupying the entire screen.

And corresponding to this is the various noisy voices in BGM:

"Who made her dress so sexy? She deserves to be harassed!"

"He bullies you every day because he likes you!"

"How can a woman never get married or have children in her entire life? She will be pointed at and laughed out loud!"

"How did the person in front of you drive? He looked like a female driver!"

"What's the use of girls reading so many books? Why not find a rich man to marry in the future and take care of their husbands and children at home for the rest of their lives!"

"Whoever can make a fortune in this circle is clean?"

These sounds are mixed together, like strange spells, which makes people feel tight and suffocated, and they are inseparable from avoiding them.

Feng Yasong held his head with both hands and struggled to retreat, trying to escape from this cage woven by prejudice.

But more and more people around her gathered.

They were like walking corpses controlled and tamed by invisible big hands, muttering the spells that "it's all for her good" in their mouths, squeezing her living space step by step and approaching forward.

Feng Yasong shivered, screamed, and cried and begged for mercy, but they ignored it.

And when she finally made up her mind to find the weapon hidden under the pure black burqa and aimed the black hole muzzle at them, the whole world instantly became like a silent film, silent.

Accompanied by a "bang" gunshot, a series of blood-red texts were shot on the black screen:

Who exactly defines me?

And why do I have to abide by it?

Rights are never given by others, but are strived for by oneself.

My aunt visited today, and it hurt so much that I lost half of my life. After writing these, I will go to rest. I will try to write more tomorrow!
Chapter completed!