Chapter 4: Zhou Mang (Part 2)

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Hearing Zhou Mang’s hurried footsteps thudding upstairs, Chi Xing couldn’t help but smile again.

The hydrogen peroxide burned on her wound, bubbling white foam that stung to the bone.

She closed her eyes, enduring the pain, sometimes imagining how carefully Zhou Mang used tweezers to pluck hairs stuck in her wound, and at other times recalling how gently he had scooped up the kitten from the ground, as if handling a precious treasure.

When the woman returned, Zhou Mang had already hidden in his room. Chi Xing ate the half bowl of soy sauce fried rice he had cooked, dressed in his basketball jersey.

The woman asked Chi Xing to call her Aunt Zhou and slipped an envelope into her hand. Inside were three one-hundred-yuan bills.

“Your father asked me to give you this,” the woman said as she rummaged through the TV cabinet. “He still cares about you.”

The bills were crisp and new, crackling softly when rubbed. Chi Xing sneered inwardly, knowing her father was not so kind.

The woman had braved the heavy rain to come out—apparently to withdraw money.

Chi Xing accepted it without hesitation. This woman’s money was her father’s money, and her father’s money was hers.

Looking up again, she saw the woman take out a white towel and hold a pair of scissors.

“Let me fix your hair,” the woman said cheerfully, shaking out the towel. “Such a pretty girl shouldn’t have a messy head.”

Chi Xing’s long hair was cut shoulder-length just like that. Aunt Zhou’s hands were skilled and precise; Chi Xing looked in the mirror from every angle and thought she looked quite beautiful.

When she left, she only took one bill from the envelope.

The kitten trailed after her as she stepped outside. The woman gave her an umbrella, and Chi Xing lifted it as she walked out of the yard.

Upstairs, Zhou Mang quickly slipped behind the curtains. The winter rain fell endlessly, from sky to earth.

The county town was small, with only one main road. Chi Xing always waited for the bus on this road on weekends to return to school.

In such a small place, a girl who stood out was both a blessing and a danger. Her father scolded her shameless, but Chi Xing knew there were rumors spreading: the notorious troublemaker in the county kept clinging to her every few days; no matter how much she fought and cursed, it was useless.

She was a girl, and on this old, damp land, girls were naturally prey for men, not meant to resist.

After New Year’s Day, it grew colder, hovering around fifteen degrees with constant rain. At half past six in the evening, Chi Xing waited by the roadside with her backpack for the minibus. She had to ride half an hour to the city’s high school, stay six days, then return.

The troublemaker harassing her was called Yi Tong, with a shaved head shining. Whenever he saw Chi Xing, he looked like a cat that spotted a fish. He grabbed her from behind when she was unprepared, startling her. Several students were nearby, but no one paid attention. They just watched as Yi Tong and some other men dragged Chi Xing into the dark woods behind the bus stop.

Chi Xing didn’t scream for help; she knew it was useless. But she carried a small knife. She threw her backpack at Yi Tong, and immediately someone pinned her hands. With her free hand, she pulled out a spring-loaded knife from her pocket without hesitation, stabbing it into the thigh of the man beside her.

A terrible scream followed; Chi Xing’s head buzzed—this was the first time she had used such a weapon. It took strength to stab in and pull out. Before she could withdraw the knife, a heavy blow struck the back of her head, leaving her dizzy and dropping to her knees.

The knife was seized, its tip caught on the zipper of her hoodie, tearing it open with a tug.

Yi Tong approached and grabbed her hair, forcing her nose almost to his crotch.

Chi Xing cursed fiercely, uttering the filthiest, most disgusting words she could muster, focusing on one thing: without the knife, she still had her teeth.

The men gave her no chance. Someone pressed her head down, another held her hands, and someone tore off her hoodie, throwing her onto the black grass.

Stones and roots scraped her bare back through her thin shirt. Suddenly gripped by fear, Chi Xing trembled all over, the sound stuck deep in her throat. Yi Tong grabbed her chest hard through her clothes, pain making her cry.

Her tears only fueled the men’s excitement. Amid their laughter, Chi Xing closed her eyes, imagining herself as a blade of grass, a stone, a feather—anything but a person, especially not a woman.

She awaited their next move, but suddenly a commotion erupted nearby.

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Chi Xing opened her eyes, and before she could see clearly, someone dragged her up. She was covered by a school uniform jacket and saw several bicycles crashing into the crowd. Four or five boys in middle school uniforms wielded iron rods between her and Yi Tong.

She heard their trembling voices: “Mang-ge, are we really going to fight?”

Zhou Mang gripped her hand tightly and gave a decisively mature command far beyond his years: “Fight!”

He pulled Chi Xing away a bit before letting go. The winter rain fell thinly; the boys’ faces were wet. Zhou Mang glanced at Chi Xing: “The bus is here. You go quickly.”

Then he turned back to the fray. But Chi Xing caught up from behind before he got far.

She was already wearing the bulky royal blue school jacket, her thin shirt beneath torn. Zhou Mang glanced quickly and looked away, but Chi Xing insisted on pulling him to see what she held.

She grinned mischievously and proudly, wild and reckless—the trembling girl of moments ago seemed gone.

In her hand was a brick picked up from the roadside.

Zhou Mang tried to stop her, but Chi Xing was unstoppable. Fueled by anger and hatred, she charged back to the fight, running straight at Yi Tong without hesitation—smashing the brick hard on his head!

Yi Tong howled and fell.

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