C2 Strange stranger

I remember it was a hot summer day and I was fishing alone by the river. He was lucky enough to catch half a bucket of fish in the morning. A group of people came over. It was a group of teenagers from my village, some of whom were still my classmates. The guy in the lead looked at my bucket and said, "Jinluo Pot, you f * cking know how to fish. There are so many fish and they weigh more than 10 jin." I laughed innocently. He picked up the bucket and left. I quickly put down my fishing rod and rushed over to stop him, telling him what he was doing. He said he wanted to eat fish. I said no. He punched me in the face.

Seeing that the other party had so many people, even though my face was bleeding from the punch, I didn't dare to retaliate. I only cried out, "Bully me. Go home and tell Lord Ye!" This caused the other side to laugh. He was beaten up and thrown into the river.

I can't swim. No one cared about the cries for help as they violently drank a few mouthfuls of water. They choked until they felt dizzy and sank to the bottom. Their consciousness gradually faded as they continued to suffocate.

Logically speaking, I should have drowned. Because I heard afterwards that the teenagers who threw me into the water didn't come back up after seeing me go down for a long time, so they knew that I really didn't know how to swim. Only when something happened did they panic, those who knew how to swim jumped into the water to search, those who couldn't swim ran back to the village to call for help.

The rescue team formed by dozens of villagers searched for several hours in the river before giving up after the sky had turned dark. They all agreed that I had been washed away by the river, and that my chances of survival were zero. Of course his parents would cry, but most of them were pretending in front of everyone, so they were not really sad. After all, their family had one less Hunchback, which saved him the hassle of marrying his wife in the future.

If I were really dead, there would be nothing to say about it, and I wouldn't sit here and tell you about it.

I remember there was a loud bang. It jolted me awake. Opening my eyes, I saw that it was dark, and when I touched it with my hand, the wall was slippery. Half of my body was submerged in the cold water, and I could only see one bright spot above me. I was in a deep well when an iron bucket fell on my head. Something as hard as a rock was being stepped on. I was shivering from the cold and howling at the top of my lungs.

There was a reply from above, and it sounded like it was from my second lord. It turned out that he was going to take water from the well to farm the crops. I was suddenly overjoyed.

"Shier, why are you in the well?"

"I don't know either!" Get me up there! "

"Just you wait, I'll go get someone!"

Soon, a few people surrounded the well. Send down a strong piece of hemp rope and let me tie it around my waist to pull me up. Just as I was being pulled upwards, something hard as stone beneath my feet suddenly moved, causing the water in the well to splash and flow. It scared me so much that I screamed. What was it that was carrying me? Fortunately, I was quickly lifted up, and when I looked down again, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly, except for the muffled gurgling of the water in the well.

When I came out of the well, they asked me if I had not fallen into the river, so why did I run into the well? I don't know what it is. It seemed unlikely that the well was connected to the river because they were so far apart. After that, someone threw some ornamental fish into the well and made a note of their appearance. I'll pick it up after a while. I got them all for one. This meant that the environment inside the well was sealed off, and there was no way out of the river at all.

It was still a mystery how I got out of the river and into the deep well. As for the thing in the well that was carrying me and wouldn't let me sink to the bottom, it was as hard as a stone, and I didn't know what it was. However, I was grateful that it carried me to save me, so I didn't reveal it to anyone. I'm afraid some busybody is fishing it up and killing it.

I was sixteen when I went to high school. His figure had already increased the distance between him and his peers. The hump on my back had obviously increased in size, making me unable to straighten my back. His arms and legs were as thin as a stick, but his stomach was as round as a ball. His neck was long and his face was young and delicate. It is often said that if it were not for my deformed body, I would end up as a handsome young man with bright eyes and white teeth. However, there were no 'ifs' in life. Reality was reality, cruel and obscure. I felt more and more inferiority, less and less communicative, even afraid of eye contact, and without a friend, I spent all day in a corner, working silently, trying to change fate with knowledge. But pay and achievement is often not a positive ratio, my grades always in the last ten in the class.

Once there was a medical examination in school. Everyone's eyes focused on me as I measured my height. I tried to straighten up, my neck squared, and walked awkwardly over and leaned against the measuring ruler. The reporter shouted the result: "1.37 meters!" Everyone burst into laughter. My face was burning, and I wanted to find a hole to hide in.

It was time for the weighing. I stood on the electronic scale. The reporter's eyes widened. He quickly told me to get off and that something was wrong with the scale. It was someone else's turn, but the scale was normal. Let me stand up again. The reporter stared at me as if I were an alien. It turned out that the electronic scale showed eighteen kilograms. It was equal to thirty-six pounds.

Although I am small and thin, I carry a hump on my back. The skin and flesh of the hump were firm and tough to the touch, and a few large intersecting bones protruded clearly. My mother had measured it with a ruler. The hump had a circumference of ninety centimeters and a thickness of twenty-six centimeters. The Hunchback Peak must have weighed at least twenty catties, and with my body's height of one meter and thirty-seven centimeters, I could only weigh thirty-six catties. That's too outrageous.

But there was nothing wrong with the electronic scale. It was hard to tell what was going on. However, the way everyone looked at me became even weirder.

This physical examination was more comprehensive. There was also the measurement of heart rate. Normal human heart rate averages 75 beats per minute. Less than 40 times per minute or more than 160 times per minute, are heart problems. The heart rate meter picked me up and the maximum value quickly appeared and the machine was stuck. Its maximum value is 2000. It is impossible for a human heart rate to reach 2,000 beats per minute. He thought the machine was acting up again, but when he received it from someone else, it returned to normal. In other words, my heart rate was at least two thousand beats per minute. This was undoubtedly ludicrous. However, this situation could not be explained.

In any case, after my medical examination, there were rumors flying around the school that I was a monster, or even that I was unlucky enough to kill people. It just so happened that my desk-mate, who was born with a heart attack, had relapsed and died. Lying on my head. It made me very angry. "It was my class teacher's fault for thinking I was honest and quiet, sitting in a corner of the classroom. He had arranged for a student with a heart attack to be at my side, because the person with a heart attack wasn't comfortable and noisy.

No one wants to be near me anymore. I was the loneliest. It was as if I didn't belong on this world stage, as if I were the only spectator hiding in a corner, silently watching the play.

Near the end of high school, I also learned to buy a message book. However, the message was always clean. Apart from my own signature, no one else had left a handwriting on it.

I didn't go to college. My parents no longer gave it to me. It would be a waste to say that I did. They had placed all their hopes on their second son.

I was never taller than 1.4 meters. No one was even willing to take on a job outside of the city. He had to stay at home and take care of two acres of land. A hardworking man in his early twenties had become a good farmer. The amount of food that could be harvested from an acre of land was slightly more than others'. In my free time, I used to sit on the ground and look up at the sky and watch the birds fly by.

In the summer of 2006, I came across another strange thing. Not only was it strange, it could also be said to be extremely terrifying.

That night the weather was very sultry and the village was out of electricity again. It was too hot to stay in the house. People were out enjoying the cool, so they gathered on the street. The eastern parents and the western family were short, so it was quite lively. After dinner I slipped out of the house, sweating, but not in a heap. He went east alone, fanning himself.

After leaving the village, not too far away, they met a person. He looked strange in the moonlight. He had never seen him before. But he stopped me and asked if I wanted to see a play. I said that during the Spring Festival, there would only be people singing. Who would be singing on such a hot day? If you want to see a play, come with me. I was bored with idleness, so I went with him.

But this time with him, it was one of the most regretful events of my life.

If I had to do it again, I would never choose to go to the theatre with this stranger.