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Chapter 15 was even more miserable than that. Looking at my mom like that, I felt heartbroken too. She spent all day with a pale face, floating around the living room like a ghost, and when I called her "Mom", she would slowly turn around after five seconds and ask "what's up?" in a terrifying tone, just like Sadako from The Ring. I thought this wasn't going to work out either, so I went to report the situation to Lu Xue and applied for a dormitory. At that time, I asked very politely, but in my heart, I was thinking, "If you dare not agree, I'll hang up on you right away." Lu Xue surprisingly agreed without hesitation, which was really refreshing.
When I told my mom that I was moving out, she suddenly jumped up from the sofa and started packing my stuff with super speed and agility, like a female Spiderman. She didn't even say "don't come back" but it felt like she did. This wasn't like someone with neurasthenia at all; it was more like someone with hyperthyroidism.
I suddenly remembered that my mom often said to me with a deep hatred in her eyes, "What kind of kid are you?" I thought this was really fresh - the child isn't even mine, why ask me?
That day when Lu Xue and I went to apply for the dormitory, the female manager of that department had a lot of attitude, even more than my mom. But it was still pretty smooth; she didn't even look at me once from start to finish and just told Lu Xue that there was one room left, 6-302. At that time, Lu Xue's expression was particularly weird.
When we came out, he said, "You'll be living next to me." I said, "Oh." He said, "What bad luck." I didn't understand what he meant; he said he was afraid that one day I would get drunk and invade his room. At that time, I was stunned by his words for half a day before I came back to my senses - wasn't this supposed to be my line? Who's the bigger man here?
When I wanted to pounce on him with a big smile, Lu Xue had already left. I felt suffocated for an entire morning; it was really killing me.
I moved out of the house in such a grand and dramatic way that the whole neighborhood was shaken up, mainly because I insisted on moving that one bed that shocked the world. I stood next to the truck, directing the movers with my hands and feet, like a female general commanding troops from the front line.
The community's auntie grabbed my mom's hand excitedly and said, "Finally married out! Finally married out!" She looked like she was about to cry tears of joy, as if it were her own daughter who had finally gotten married. My mom stood next to her with a face as stiff as cowhide, and after half a day, she gritted her teeth and said, "She's not getting married; she's just moving out for now."
After finishing the move, it was already past 8 pm, and I collapsed onto the bed, unable to move like a wooden puppet that had lost its strings. My neck hurt, my hands hurt, my feet hurt - it felt like someone had dragged me into a dark alley and beaten me up.
As I lay on the bed thinking about how impulsive I was to move from over 200 square meters to this small broken house of tens of square meters, the phone rang. I really didn't want to answer it; I just lay there pretending to be dead, but the person calling was very persistent and wouldn't hang up.
Finally, I reached out my hand to answer, with a slower movement than someone dying on TV, still shaking. As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard Wen Jing's voice on the other end saying "Ah——" and I immediately felt like I'd been struck by lightning, my heart screaming even more miserably than hers.
