45. Those plots that have been seen countless times in TV dramas are now playing out one by one in my own life. For example, suddenly rushing out of the classroom to vomit halfway through a class, or starting to like the dried plums from the school convenience store and eating them one after another when no one is around. But there are more things that TV dramas can't teach you. Like this morning when I woke up, Yi Yao stood in front of the mirror, her skin looking better than before. And the topic she once heard from the women in the alleyway, "If you're having a girl, your skin will improve a lot," used to feel like dust floating billions of light-years away with no sense of reality. Now, it feels like cobwebs on the door covering her face. The young and smooth face in the mirror was like a porcelain piece. But when this porcelain breaks, no matter how smooth it once was, it will only leave behind sharp and broken shards. Thinking this way, Yi Yao stared at herself in the mirror. Lin Huafeng had already gotten up and went to the table where Yi Yao had prepared breakfast earlier. The guilt towards her mother had been worn away day by day in the same old routine. The person in front of her was still the one she had said at fifteen years old, "I hate her, but sometimes I also love her." "Are you going to seduce someone by staring in the mirror for so long? You still look unlucky after all that staring. Just like your father!" "My dad is unlucky enough," Yi Yao turned around, "Otherwise, how would he have met you?" A slipper flew over fiercely, Yi Yao tilted her head to avoid it. She smirked and then went to class with her backpack. Behind her came Lin Huafeng's voice, "If you want to fall, just fall under the wheels on the road, don't embarrass us in the alley! Who are you falling for anyway?!" Yi Yao turned back, closed the door gently and said indifferently, "When I fall, no one sees it, but when you hit me, who are you hitting for? I don't know." The door was closed not too heavy or too light. Lin Huafeng remained trembling at the table. Her hand holding the bowl burst several blue veins due to the force. The sunlight outside the window seemed less pale, slightly warm in tone, diffusing the sky. A flock of pigeons flew over the narrow strip of sky above the alley. In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of a horn. 46. The last class in the afternoon was geography. On the blackboard was a huge world map. The geography teacher dressed as colorful as the world map stood on the podium, swinging the teaching rod in the air making a swishing sound. Yi Yao even felt it was like directly slapping the faces of the students in the first row. However, today she didn't care about these. In the right pocket was the four hundred yuan her father gave her last time. It was pinched in her hand and had become soft due to the sweat caused by excessive force. In the left pocket was an address she copied from the computer. When she saw Qi Ming waiting for her at the school gate after school, Yi Yao told him she had something to do and sent him home first. Qi Ming didn't say anything, just looked at her for a while, then pushed his bike and walked away. His figure was particularly noticeable in the crowd, his white down jacket inflated by the wind like a condensed ball of light. Yi Yao watched Qi Ming walk far away, then rode her bike in the opposite direction of home. Also in an alley. Yi Yao unfolded the paper in her hand and slowly found the address on it. Around were various shops, selling pan-fried buns, cutting hair, selling sundries, repairing bicycles, all kinds of worldly atmosphere intertwined together, like weaving a net, sweet and greasy secular taste floating in the air. There were many dirty stray cats on the roadside, watching Yi Yao with strange eyes. Occasionally, one or two suddenly rushed out from the cracks in the wall, standing in the middle of the road, staring at Yi Yao fixedly. Finally, she saw the sign of "Private Gynecology Clinic". White background, black characters, plain font, because it was hung outside, it had been washed away by rain and sunlight, leaving only grayish appearance, indifferently leaning against the wall outside the window. The surrounding disorderly plane tree branches and crisscrossing antennas almost swallowed this sign. It was already the bottom of the alley. Walking past would be the main road. Should have come from the other side of the road, wasted walking through the whole alley. Climbing up the narrow staircase, the higher up, the less light could be seen. When reaching the second floor, only a small yellow light bulb was hanging on the wall, the stairs emitting a desolate atmosphere as if abandoned for a long time. "Let's go back" such thoughts kept appearing in her mind, but each time they were driven away by her mother's cold and malicious gaze. Actually, the accomplice to her mother's gaze was Qi Ming who stood silently behind Li Wanxin that day. Every time she thought about it, her heart tightened suddenly. It had been many days since she had spoken much with him. The white down jacket was replaced by a black wool coat, wrapped around the handsome and tall school uniform. Yi Yao looked down at her baggy pants, the waistband sticking out a little from the belt, like a pocket sticking out. The deputy monitor and Tang Xiaomi gathered together laughing triumphantly, as if afraid Yi Yao would discover yet hoping she wouldn't, their laughter sticking to her like glue, sticky and painful. Yi Yao shook her head and stopped thinking about it. Looking up, the light seemed brighter, a woman with big curls sat in the hallway. In front of her was a table with some yellowed medical records and registration forms scattered on it. "Excuse me," Yi Yao's voice was so low that only she could hear it, "Is the gynecologist here?" The woman with big curls looked up, scanning her up and down many times, expressionlessly said, "We only have one doctor." A piece of paper was thrown over and landed on the table in front of Yi Yao, "Fill it out, then go straight into the room at the end." 47. The ceiling seemed covered with something, unclear. The windows were closed but the curtains weren't drawn, the light from outside coldly projected onto the white sheets and curtains around. In her ears were the sounds of metal instruments colliding from the side. Yi Yao remembered the forceps, scalpels, and even tweezers for crushing meat shown in TV dramas. She didn't know if reality was as exaggerated. Despite the doctor telling her that the fetus wasn't fully formed and she probably wouldn't need tweezers to pinch. Lying on the operating table, Yi Yao smelled a musty smell. The damp coldness of the white sheet beneath her body radiated up. "Do you want to run away?" Turning her head, she saw the doctor drawing a syringe full of medicine. She didn't know what it was. Anyway, it wasn't anesthetic. If anesthesia was used, it would cost an extra two hundred yuan. There wasn't that much money. As the doctor put it, "Just endure it for a bit." "Take off your pants, what are you waiting for?" The doctor came over with a tray. Yi Yao lifted her head slightly and saw the faint white glow reflected from the stainless steel scissors and tweezers on the tray. Yi Yao felt a nerve in her body suddenly tighten. The doctor turned around and said to the nurse, "You help her take off her pants." 48. Yi Yao almost ran down the stairs crazily, her schoolbag in hand, bumping into the railing. Behind her was the loud shouting of the nurse chasing after her, the only clear sentence being, "If you run away like this, we won't refund your money!" It was almost impossible to see anything in the dim staircase. Yi Yao instinctively jumped down, wishing she could trip and miscarry like in those cheesy TV dramas. Bursting out of the hallway entrance, the intense sunlight suddenly enveloped her head. The pain was almost blinding, pulling on her retina, casting various complex white shadows. Standing amidst the noise, her heartbeat gradually returned to normal. Tears streamed down her face, turning cold in the wind. Gradually, she could see the surroundings clearly. An old three-story building. In front was a bustling main road. Above was the tangled branches of plane trees, with a few leaves left from autumn lingering between the branches, dried into specimens by the cold winter air flow. An old lady selling boiled corn at the alley entrance raised her half-closed eyes to look at her. The sunken eye sockets showed no emotion, no glimmer of light, like a black hole sucking away her vitality. But none of that mattered. What mattered was the clear projection on her retina of three girls in brand new school uniforms. Tang Xiaomi's bow on her hair shone red among the gray buildings around, like a red light accompanied by a sharp alarm. Tang Xiaomi looked at Yi Yao rushing down from the building, tears still on her face, one hand holding a heavy schoolbag, the other tightly gripping the belt, her oversized school uniform pants flapping in the wind. She looked up at the "Private Gynecology Clinic" sign crisscrossed by countless wires, then at Yi Yao in front of her who seemed to have lost her soul, and a bright smile gradually appeared on her face. Yi Yao looked up and stared at Tang Xiaomi. Their gazes tightened like strings, entwining and pulling, from a tangled mess to a straight line. Neither of them looked away. A familiar scene and rival act. Only the roles in the script were reversed. Until the brightness in Yi Yao's eyes suddenly dimmed. Tang Xiaomi lightly curled her lips upward. A soundless but certainly audible voice - "I win." Tang Xiaomi turned her head, exchanged smiles with the two girls beside her, then turned and left. Before leaving, she didn't forget to wave at Yi Yao and say a complicated "Take care." Tang Xiaomi turned around and suddenly felt her skirt hem being pulled. Lowering her head to look back, Transport Industry Invoice, Yi Yao's hand was tightly pulling her skirt hem, her pale fingers trembling from exertion. "Please..." Yi Yao lowered her head, Tang Xiaomi could only see a small patch of pale scalp exposed on top of her head. "What did you say?" Tang Xiaomi turned around and looked interested at Yi Yao who was bowing her head in front of her. Yi Yao didn't speak, just gripped Tang Xiaomi's clothes even tighter. The wrinkles squeezed by her hands extended upward along the fabric material, pointing to Tang Xiaomi's radiant smile. 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