About my hopeless brother and sister

Gossip can kill.

Words can destroy and destroy. There are times when the most powerful weapon of mankind is not his fists and feet, but words that can confuse the senses.

Does the truth matter? No, the truth is not the most important thing for all people, the most important thing is for everyone to believe, the thing may not be the truth, but if everyone believes it, then the thing is the truth. Truth truth, it has to be felt to be true for it to stand.

Or, if it's something that most people can believe, it's the truth.

The truth doesn't matter, or the truth doesn't matter to the multitude. If this one thing has nothing to do with you, then it is nothing but your own talk, then, if it is talk, you must have the capital of talk, and if it is the usual parental talk, then how can this be called talk, so it is much more interesting to add to it and turn it into a story. Will the people listening judge whether it's true or not? Of course not, as long as you're happy, then that's the way it is.

One by one, the truth will be passed on, and it will be covered up. Everyone, then, will believe the story that adds to the story.

For example, a girl was about to commit suicide by jumping off a building, and a boy held her in a death grip to keep her from dying. When the police recorded the statement, both of them covered it up and didn't explain what happened. Then, there is a very big room for this to play out, and the human brain, which is never idle, will start thinking about this thing that has nothing to do with him, and, moreover, will make up something particularly interesting. Then everyone finds the thing interesting, and so it is the truth.

So, what is the truth that everyone believes?

The guy tried to rape the girl, and the girl would rather die than give in.

Well, that's the story.

It sounds fantastical, but believable again, because the girl was found with her bottom clothes incomplete. And the boys were too. The scene itself was suspicious, and the boys themselves were usually not one to make people believe it, so the story, as it were, was spread.

Qin Feng had tried to rape Song Yixin and failed.

As I sat in my seat, I could clearly feel that the former class president in front of me was carrying a huge amount of anger. He had just given me a punch, and I could also feel it.

But he didn't give a second punch because Qin Lan had already stopped him and slapped him hard.

"Why! Why are you stopping me! He's a rapist! He's going to attack my sister! That's my sister! That's my own sister! I'll kill him!!!"

Qin Lan twisted his hands behind his back and pressed him down deadly. The strength was actually quite good, and Ben's eyes really saw blood in them, which was really angry. I sat in my seat, holding my bleeding nose without moving. It wasn't that I was blindsided, but, in this case, I wasn't at fault and didn't need to run away.

"You stop! Make things clear! Qin Feng would never do something like that! Even if Qin Feng tried to rape your sister, it's the police who should punish him, not you! Now you get back in your seat!"

Qin Lan twisted his arm and yelled, at the same time as he did, Xiang Zhe stood up, reached out and squeezed Ben's neck, looked at him and said calmly, "That, I heard some news, but they are just rumors, is it interesting that you are fooling around here when you don't have the exact situation?"

"That's right, and besides, it's Yixin who got hurt the most by this! If that was the case, why would Yixin cover it up? This is definitely not the case!"

Wu Moxie soothed Ban's back and said nervously.

"Pretty impressive, even Qin Feng dares to fight? Do you believe that a phone call from me will make you a missing person from now on?"

Lin Yiran stood behind the squad leader and sneered.

Hey hey hey you're a little over the top with this! We're a decent company, we don't do shady work! And where are we so powerful! Just a semi-successful businessman!

The class president's face was going to be pinched purple by Xiang Zhe, Qin Lan looked at him, and the two of them let go. The squad leader slumped onto the table, gasping for air, and even then, the look in his eyes as he looked at me was still incredibly angry.

I could understand that.

"You wait...you'll be finished! You'll be finished!"

A boy came over and helped the class president back. The squad leader turned back and growled at me.

I let go of the tissues, my nose wasn't bleeding anymore. I didn't have any more trauma, and to Zhe sat back down and tossed me a packet of tissues. She stood there, looking at me, and whispered, "You didn't really do that, did you?"

"Didn't you just say you believed me?"

I said with a sigh.

"And yes, you don't have the guts to do that either."

Qin Lan waved her hand and turned around to go back. Wu Moxie pinched his clothes, looked at me with some fear, and said, "Qin Feng...this time...this time...everyone thinks so The...it's like the bad words...that Qin Lan said before..."

I nodded my head and said, "There's no way around it, I give people a very annoying feeling myself, they want to believe it."

"Qin Feng isn't the one who's annoying to look at!"

Wu Mo Xie suddenly exploded, scaring me so much that I almost jumped up.

Wu Moxie noticed her disposition, covered her mouth in embarrassment, and whispered, "No... no... it's just... um... Qin Feng, it's better... it's better to explain..."

"No, it doesn't make sense. How can I explain? Can I still find every single person and tell them I didn't do that kind of thing? Besides, this is going to get darker and darker, I guess. There's no way I can say I'm a good person, or forget it."

The reason for this incident must never be said, and if I did, Song Yixin's life would be ruined.

I wasn't worried, I didn't have many friends anyway, and I didn't believe how this group of students could affect me by believing I was a rapist. If the school and the police believed it, then I'd be a little more nervous, but what could these students do other than spread rumors behind their backs? I don't have to have the contact I have to make with them, and I'm not going to choose a girlfriend out of them, so what does it matter if I'm good or bad in their eyes?

So, I'm not worried.

As for the class president's side...Song Yixin should be able to explain it....

Never mind that I wasn't confident, I thought Song Yixin should never bring this up again, so let this matter rot forever.

"If there's a hard problem to solve, it's good to find me, dear."

Lin Yiran hugged me from behind, it was her usual position, and she teased in my ear, "I'll do my best to set things right, and that method includes making a person a missing person oh..."

"You've been watching too many American dramas."

I shook my head and said, "There's nothing to this, unless it's the police looking for me, that's the big problem, if it's just a rumor, don't worry about it, I guess it'll be over in less than a week."

"Hmm, good."

Lin got up and headed to his seat as the prep bell rang. I sighed and looked at the teacher who walked in front of me and patted to Chul on the back.

"Thanks."

"No need."

Song Yixin didn't come.

That's for sure, it didn't come all day. It was the last class, and the rumors seemed to be spreading far and wide, and there were people from other classes, coming over to see me.

I looked outside at the dark day, school was about to end, and the last class was another political science class that was completely meaningless to us science students, so there was basically no discipline left in the classroom. Outside was shrouded in darkness, with only the neon lights of the buildings across the street.

Just literally a reflection of my life.

I'm not worried about my image in the eyes of this group of students; students are actually one of the most powerless groups of people. At all times, don't talk to me about the student movement, it was the working class and the merchant class that really made a difference, and if there hadn't been a strike by those two classes, May 4th wouldn't have succeeded.

However, I was very worried about what was happening on the police side, and also, what was happening at Song Yixin's home. When Song Yixin's parents took Song Yixin away, they looked at me deeply with distrust. When this rumor goes back, I guess, Song Yixin's parents, will ask Song Yixin.

Song Yixin... I wonder if she will say....

When I opened the door, I knew, she didn't say.

The president was sitting on the couch in a serious manner, the two parents were sitting on the other side, and a uniformed police officer was sitting. Song Yixin was sitting on the single couch, her back to me. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she immediately turned back and looked at me. There was fear in that look.

"Don't be afraid... Yixin, it's okay..."