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Chapter 211 Wu Yihan’s suicide note

Teacher Zhou, when you read this letter, I should have gone to a very beautiful place, where flowers are blooming, cranes are dancing, and my mother is as smiling as a flower.

Teacher Zhou, first of all, I want to say "I'm sorry" to you from the bottom of my heart.

When I first saw you, I was attracted by your elegant and tranquil temperament. The gentleness and thoughtfulness in your voice made me intoxicated. In my heart, my mother is like this.

You look just like my mother.

Later, by chance, I became a Chinese class representative. I was ecstatic. In this way, I have more time to contact you. I can have many reasons to hear your voice and see your smile.

I feel your love for me.

I am obsessed with you. Whenever I feel depressed and uneasy, I will make excuses to go to your office during class breaks. And you are never bothered. Sometimes you touch my head, sometimes you give me something to eat.

Sometimes you tease me and say that I am your little fan, sometimes you ask me to help you mark your dictation, sometimes you just pull up a chair and let me sit next to you, and chat with me casually...

Teacher Zhou, you must have forgotten these details.

At first, I was ecstatic, thinking that this was your exclusive favor for me. However, later, I discovered that you do this to every student who comes to you.

I was like a young child who longed for her mother's arms and couldn't accept your equal treatment. So, I slowly became unruly and unruly in front of you. Sometimes I deliberately talked back to you and deliberately made you angry. I could see that you were very unhappy.

untie.

However, teacher, with your self-cultivation and pride, you don’t even bother to argue with me.

I'm waiting for you to have an in-depth chat with me. When the time comes, I will definitely tell you what's in my heart. I must tell you how much you are like my mother. I must tell you how much I wish you were me.

's mother.

It's just that you slowly began to alienate me and were no longer so close to me. You didn't have the time, let alone the intention to have a long conversation with me, because your favorite thing is naturally your daughter.

The care you show for your students is just your high professionalism.

You put a photo of your daughter on your desk. Sometimes, when I talk to you, your eyes will glance at you inadvertently, with doting and pride on your face. Sometimes, I see a sticky note on your desk.

, write down the books, clothes and snacks you want to buy for your daughter that day.

You take good care of your daughter, and you don't feel the jealousy and madness from me at all...

Your daughter is so outstanding and beautiful. Because she has such a beautiful and gentle mother like you, she looks confident, bright, and calm.

But I was so lonely and wandering, worried about gains and losses, and anxious.

So, that day, I scratched your daughter's photo with a razor blade to vent the jealousy and hatred in my heart.

Teacher, I was wrong. I'm sorry. I hurt you and your daughter. I'm extremely sorry.

In fact, even afterward, I was still thinking that you would ask me why I did that.

By then, I will definitely tell you with tears in my eyes how much you are like my mother. I will definitely tell you how much I wish you were my mother. All this is because I want your love so much.

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However, you just said a few words to me coldly and said nothing more.

I know that you seem to have forgiven me, but in your heart you will never forgive me.

Later, I felt that you were particularly concerned about the new classmate Hu Xinzhou. There was no place for me in your heart anymore. Even if it was just love for ordinary students, you would not give it to me...

I know that because of the lack of love, my inner world has been in a state of weightlessness. And now, my father wants to find me such a green tea bitch baby mother. I know that I can be freed because of the rough father I once had.

Love will soon be gone.

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