Warning: This translation is as abridged as possible and cuts out almost all romance. Read the original here, Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 2.2 here and Part 3 here.
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In 6th grade, there was a shish-kabob stand outside of school. A man wearing an Uyghur hat was there everyday.

At that time, everyone in the school went to eat there, but Yi Yao didin’t.

Because Yi Yao had no allowance.

But she wouldn’t ask mother for any, neither.

Later one day, she found five yuan on the ground, waited until everyone in the school left, and then secretly went to buy five shish-kabobs.

After taking the first bite, she covered her mouth and cried.

This event had originally been lost in her memories for a long time. But on the road home, she remembered it agin. The feeling that day, on this night, came to her in full force.

The snowflakes in the sky became larger and larger, and soon the world was white.

Yi Yao couldn’t help but pedaled harder; the bike slipped and sled in the snow, going crookily in the direction of home.

She couldn’t tell whether her face was covered in snow or tears, but either way, it was dirty. Yi Yao reached up to wipe it off, and felt it was sticky and slimy.

She dropped her bike at the door of the courtyard, and ran toward home.

The freezing hands found the keys, put it in the keyhole and opened the door. The room was pitch black.

Yi Yao let out a sigh of relief, turned around and closed the door and turned back around. In the darkness, a sudden slap loudly hit her face.

“You still know to come back? Why didn’t you die outside?”

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"Why don't you buy me, give me money ... I'll sleep with you."

Warning: This translation is as abridged as possible and cuts out almost all romance. Read the original here, Part 1 here, Part 2 here and Part 2.2 here
Read Disclaimer here first!

Qi Ming stood in front of her. The street light in front shined perfectly on his face. He rubbed the already red eyes. He said, “Yi Yao, I don’t believe what they said. I don’t believe it.”
As if in the darkness, someone turned the switch, and the tears rolled out without force.
“You clearly believed it!” She dragged out her backpack from the bicycle basket and threw it toward Qi Ming.
Pencil case, textbook, notebook, cellphone, they all came out from the bag and fell on Qi Ming’s body. A pen slashed across his face, immediately leaving a line of blood.
Qi Ming didn’t move.
“You did believe it!” Throws again.
“You believed it…” Throws again and again, until there was only an empty backpack. The texture of the cotton softly hit his body. Qi Ming stood without moving, but felt like it was even more painful than before.
Again and again, the backpack hits his body.
It was as if something poked a hole in his body, and all his energy was slowly leaving through the hole.
Yi Yao fell on the ground. Even her cries are stifled, leaving only her shoulders shaking up and down.
Qi Ming kneeled and held her, pulling her into his embrace.
Like hugging an empty doll.
“Why don’t you buy me, give me money … I’ll sleep with you.”
“I’ll go to bed with you, as long as you give me money.” (more…)