他爸爸打他的时候,他不躲,拳头落在他的身上、头上。我害怕、绝望,很没出息地哭了。1那年,我16岁,看起来却像个大姐头,穿很朋克的破洞裤子,烫很爆炸的头发。大部分时间,我和哥哥一起混。哥哥复读高三,常常打架,身后跟着很多坏学生。哥哥的口头禅是:“谁要敢对我妹妹不好,看我不揍死他。”夏天,我看到隔壁班的男生王凛。他个子不高,却很帅,成绩很好,走路的时候大步流星。不知道为什么,看到他的第一眼,我就喜欢上他。 When his father hit him, he did not hide, his fist fell on him, his head. I was scared, desperate, crying very poorly. That year, I was 16, looks like a big sister, wearing punk pants, hot hair very explosive. Most of the time, my brother and I mix together. My brother repeated third year, often fight, followed by many bad students. My brother’s mantra is: “Who dare to my sister is not good, I do not see him killed. ” Summer, I saw the next class boys Wang Rin. He is not tall, handsome, good grades, walking strode meteor. Do not know why, I saw him at first glance, I like him.