C2 (1/2)

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.