There were several people smoking and chatting in the restroom. When they saw me dragging Zhao Yanan into the restroom, they all knew something was going to happen and were ready to stay and watch the fun. But with a glance from me, they all left.
It was the first time in my life that I slapped someone, the first time I was so cruel to someone, and the first time I scared these people away with my eyes.
Have I become better? No; have I become a one-on-one king? No.
They smelled the smell of danger in the air, so they chose to escape and keep silent. And the person who smelled this smell was me.
Is this momentum? I have no time to think about it so much.[
All I can think about is the image of Xiaojiao working hard to make money on Yiran Street, the image of Ma Liang cutting her face with a knife, the image of Xiaojiao lying on the bed covered with gauze and crying...
There was no one in the toilet. I grabbed Zhao Yanan's hair, pointed it towards his face, and pushed it hard with my knee.
Zhao Yanan started crying. I let go of his hair. He took a few steps back and his crying became even louder.
Somehow, I instinctively wanted to smoke a cigarette, but when I touched my pocket, I remembered that I never smoked. I walked to the toilet and shouted in the direction of my dormitory: "Gao Xiaoshan, Gao Xiaoshan!"
It was almost lights out at this time, there was no one in the corridor at all, and the toilet was at the intersection of the three corridors, so the sound could easily pass through.
"What?" Gao Xiaoshan walked out.
"Get me a cigarette!" I yelled at him.
"Crazy..." Gao Xiaoshan said, but he took out a cigarette from his pocket, walked towards me, handed me one, and wanted to say something. He turned his head and saw Zhao Yanan, who was crying inside.
Understood something.
Gao Xiaoshan didn't say much, ordered some for me, patted my shoulder, and went back.
I smoked a cigarette and walked back to the toilet. Zhao Yanan was trembling all over and looked at me timidly.
Under the influence of the cigarette, my head became slightly clearer. I finally remembered what Xiaojiao said when she asked me to take care of her brother, and I stopped doing anything to Zhao Yanan.
I looked at him, "Do you know why I hit you?"
Zhao Yanan shook his head and touched his nose, as if the bump just now hurt him. The cry finally became smaller and turned into a tiny sob.