Chapter 69 Learn to Be Strong

Chu Molin was stupidly stunned. His eyes were a little wet, and his heart was as painful as being cut by a knife. However, Shen Mengying's slap did not wake up Chu Molin, who was obsessed with ghosts. He hurriedly grabbed Shen Mengying's hand and hit him. "Mengying, I definitely don't know where to make you angry again. You hit me. You can hit me. . "

Shen Mengying shook off Chu Molin's hand and slapped Chu Molin on the face again. Chu Molin suddenly felt that his face was burning like fire. The man didn't shed tears, but he didn't get to his sadness. The two surging rivers kept flowing down Chu Molin's dull face.

Shen Mengying looked at Chu Molin in front of her and felt extremely guilty, but there was nothing but guilt. For Chu Molin, she is selfish. When she finds what she wants, she will ruthlessly discard the rest. The innocent Chu Molin is just a victim of her confirmation of her attractiveness and self-confidence.

Chu Molin, who had been silent for a long time, wiped the tears on his face, looked at Shen Mengying slowly with tears in his red eyes, and said in a still gentle voice, "Mengying, have you forgotten? We have common hobbies and dreams. We agreed to learn painting together and go to college together.

"You're wrong. I prefer dancing to painting." Shen Mengying wiped the remaining tears on her face and said coldly.

"Dancing? You clearly told me that you prefer painting. We applied for the Academy of Fine Arts together, and we have common hobbies and dreams. Chu Molin was like a poor beggar. He looked pitifully at Shen Mengying, who was desperate in front of him, and innocently held a trace of hope, hoping that Shen Mengying could change her mind.

"I didn't apply for the Academy of Fine Arts, but the Dance Academy. You and I don't have any common dream. My dream is to become a dancer. This is my dream and Zhuo Hui. It has nothing to do with you. Shen Mengying said indifferently.

"I don't believe it. You lied to me." Chu Molin shook his head repeatedly, with incomparable grief in his heart.

Shen Mengying took out her own admission notice and put it in front of Chu Molin. Chu Molin carefully looked at the admission notice in front of him, and several big words of the dance academy were introduced into his eyes. He couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't figure out why Shen Mengying, who was gentle and obedient yesterday, suddenly became another one today. Personally, such a strange, indifferent and ruthless person. Are the sweet times in the past all illusions? Is everything fake?

Chu Molin grabbed Shen Mengying's shoulder hard, and his desperate eyes still held the last glimmer of hope. He prayed to Shen Mengying and said, "Mengying, this is not true. Tell me quickly, this is my dream. Yes, yes, yes, I'm dreaming. Tell me quickly."

How Chu Molin hopes that Shen Mengying can coax herself as before and tell himself that all this is a dream, even if it's not the truth, even if it's cheating herself.

Suddenly, Zhuo Hui pulled Chu Molin and grabbed Shen Mengying's hand, punched Chu Molin's chin heavily, and then kicked Chu Molin's abdomen heavily. Chu Molin did not fight back. At the way of Zhuo Hui's rudely beating, Shen Mengying pulled Zhuo Hui away, and Chu Molin collapsed to the ground.

Chu Molin fell to the ground and watched Zhuo Hui pull Shen Mengying's hand away, and his eyes were full of tears. Looking at Shen Mengying's back, he felt that his heart was crushed in an instant, broken into pieces, floating in the air. Without a heart and soul, the hot summer was as cold as cold as winter, and the sweet and beautiful future instantly turned into ashes.

Chu Molin lay on the ground and looked at the sky with dull eyes. The pain in his body was far less painful than the grief and despair in his heart. The blue sky suddenly became gray, and the colorful world was only gray. Chu Molin closed his eyes and kept crying, unwilling to wake up again.

The cold rain floated down the sky, and the sad tears and the cold rain were mixed together, freezing a originally hot heart.

When Chu Molin opened his eyes again and woke up, he was confused and saw his mother looking at him anxiously by the bedside.

Chu Molin's mother, Zhang Lanxin, saw her baby son wake up and hurriedly wiped her tears and said happily, "Son, you finally woke up. You're worried about your mother."

"Son, do you know that your father bought you a car. It's so beautiful."

"Car?" Chu Molin said in a daze.

"Yes, it's your favorite sports car."

"Aston Martin?"

"Yes, yes! That's the name."

"Is it open-top?"

"Yes, it's open."

"Is it white?"

"Yes, it's white."

The corners of Chu Molin's mouth rose slightly, but soon disappeared. He didn't tell anyone what had just happened between him and Shen Mengying. Chu Molin thought that after the college admission notice was issued, he told his relationship with Shen Mengying to his family, but now there is no need for it at all.

Chu Molin's personal doctor arrived quickly. After a detailed examination of Chu Molin's body, he said to Zhang Lanxin, "Mo Lin's body is not serious. Due to long sleep, his physique is relatively weak. I just gave Mo Lin a nutritional injection, and I don't need to do it again. Take good care of yourself for a few days, eat more nutritious food, go to the yard and walk more, and your body will soon recover.

"Okay, okay, thank you, Dr. Sun."

After seeing off Dr. Sun, Zhang Lanxin returned to Chu Molin's bedroom. Her eyes, which had been wet with tears for several days, looked particularly bright at this moment. She said happily to her beloved son, "Son, recover quickly and drive your grandfather and parents for a ride."

"Your grandfather has lived for most of his life, and he still doesn't know the feeling of a ride." Zhang Lanxin smiled happily.

Chu Molin listened to his mother's words and moved the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Son, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you." Zhang Lanxin said kindly.

Chu Molin pondered for a moment, and then said slowly, "Mom's porridge."

"Hmm! OK! What else do you want to eat, son?

"The porridge will be fine."

"Okay, son, mom will do it for you right away." Zhang Lanxin said and walked out of Chu Molin's bedroom to prepare porridge.

Chu Molin lay on ** and looked at the ceiling. The last moment of his memory was still vivid in his mind. The sweetness and beauty of the past was like a bubble that had disappeared, just like a dream. When he woke up, his distraction was still faintly painful. Tears gradually moistened his eyes and flowed down his cheeks on the pillow. The body can recover one day. How can the crushed heart be restored?

Chu Molin twitched in pain, heard the sound of someone opening the door, and hurriedly wiped away his tears.

"Son, the porridge is ready. Get up and eat it while it's hot." Zhang Lanxin said with a kind smile.

Chu Molin got up and sat on **, lowered his head and took the hot porridge in his mother's hand.

"Son, do you know how many days you slept?" Zhang Lanxin said to herself, "You have been sleeping for five days. Your grandfather, father, and I are dying of urgency. Thank God, son, you finally woke up, and the stone hanging in my mother's heart can finally fall to the ground.

Chu Molin looked at his mother's bloody eyes, lowered his head and ate vegetable porridge without saying anything.

"That day, you fainted on the road. A kind-hearted person sent you to the hospital. The hospital staff checked your belongings, found your admission notice, and called your home. Only then did we know that you were in the hospital. Your father hurriedly drove your grandfather and me to the hospital. Mom just wants you to be safe. Zhang Lanxin couldn't help crying again.

"Son, you see, my mother is nagging again. If your father sees it, she will talk about me again. You are safe now, and I'm relieved. I should laugh happily. Zhang Lanxin wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a smile.

Chu Molin's hot tears fell drop by drop in the hot porridge. At this moment, Chu Molin's mood is like a five-flavor bottle overturned, full of sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, and only he can experience the taste.

Soon, Chu Molin's body recovered, but a forbidden area appeared in the bottom of his heart. Here, there is a deep scar hidden in it. It hurts when you think about it, and it hurts when you touch it. As soon as he returned to his bedroom or walked out of his bedroom, he had to lock the door firmly to prevent anyone from entering.

Chu Molin looked at the admission notice of the Academy of Fine Arts. This certificate that once verified the happiness agreement between him and Shen Mengying has now turned into a piece of waste paper in Chu Molin's eyes. He tore the notice to pieces.

Throughout the summer, in addition to playing football crazily, he drove to the seaside alone.

Seeing that he was about to report to the Academy of Fine Arts, Chu Molin tried his best to resist the Academy of Fine Arts. What's the point of going alone? He wants to go abroad and play football. Anyway, as long as he doesn't go to the Academy of Fine Arts, he can do anything else.

The day before the enrollment of the Academy of Fine Arts, Chu Molin drove to the seaside alone. He sat by the seaside and looked at the endless sea. From the morning to noon, from noon to the evening, and finally from the evening to late at night.

A drop of water converges into the sea, and a tear converges into sadness. The sea in front of us is sometimes turbulent, sometimes quiet.

Chu Molin said to himself to the sea in front of him:

"The vast sea, can you see the pain in my heart? Can you tell me what to do? In this way, my heart is hollowed out. What else do I want? No matter how you think about it, it's sad. What can I do like this? Everything you do is sad."

The sea breeze dried his tears, and Chu Molin seemed to hear the sea talking to him. Dahaihu told him to accept the arrangement of fate and face the cruelty of reality bravely. One day he will break through the clouds and see a sunny day, and he will find a brighter tomorrow.

Chu Molin returned home, opened the bedroom door, and pasted the fragments scattered on the ground one by one.