Chapter 63 Anger

I went around, got off Gaoxia's car in the downtown area, and took a bus home. I didn't even want my coat, so I left with the dress I wore when I went out in the morning. As soon as he entered the door, he rushed into the bathroom without saying a word. Take off all your clothes and bury yourself in a hot water bath.

Dizzy, messy, hate.

A series of things that happened have made her unable to think anymore, allowing those pictures to come to her mind one by one and erode her thoughts.

Finally, I found that the picture in front of me was not Gao Xia, but another person.

Gao Xia is just a "friend" halfway for her, and the only friend who admits to being a "friend" over the years. He comes from such a proud background that he doesn't look like a person from the same world as her. The misty bathroom made her feel like a dream. It seems that everything that has just happened is nothing.

"Oh!" There was a self-deprecating smile in her mouth. What right does she have to have sex? She won't love anymore, but he can have the hottest love.

"Underground Love"? Underground love... How many people have been harmed? Gao Xia said this word in a careless tone, but she remembered it. I don't want to live like this again in my life. I once tasted too much bitterness for that year's underground love, but now I endure too much suffering in order to keep that secret.

In the smoke, Gao Xia's face turned into Hua Tianxiu's face. She waved her hand weakly in the air, trying to erase his shadow, but found that he had entered his mind.

I get a man's confession, but I think of another person. Shen Po-chan, you are a bitch!

The mouth is full of salty **. Thinking of what may have happened from last night to the morning, my heart is **. She buried herself deeply in the water, rubbed hard and hard, trying to rub off a layer of skin on her body. These skins are all dirty skins, and they are all traces of her bitch.

As she rubbed, her tears fell down. She doesn't know why she wants to cry. If she doesn't suffer great grievances, she won't cry. Now, what makes her feel wronged? Did Hua Tianxiu make her wrong? Did Gao Xia make her wrong? No, not either, but she just imprisoned herself. Too much resentment, too much forbearance, over the years, suppressed for too long, and finally turned into a "wow" cry.

I have felt uneasy since the pocket came in. In the past two days, the pocket has not been at home. As soon as I came back today, I wore beautiful clothes, but I didn't even look at him. He heard the sound in the bathroom, walked over and put his little ear to the crack of the door. He heard pocket crying. He knocked on the door carefully and asked, "Pocket, pocket... What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Pocket cried exhausted and finally shouted, "Get out of here!!"

He was nameless and sad. He looked at Sun Fangzhi who came over, and his eyes were very helpless. Mother-in-law, pocket seems to have been bullied.

"Nameless, pocket seldom cries. When she cries, she has to let her cry, so that she is comfortable."

"But... will she be fine?"

Sun Fangzhi sighed, hesitated for a moment at the door of the bathroom, and took the nameless hand and walked away.

Her daughter must have been greatly wronged to cry like this.

It was not until there was no movement in the bathroom that Sun Fangzhi knocked on the door and walked in. She saw the pocket sitting in the bathtub and let the smoke cover her whole body.

"If you soak it again, you will faint. No matter what happens, you always need to get up and get dressed, right?"

"Mom, I don't want to see him. You put him away." Say it feebly.

Sun Fangzhi was anxious. She had chickenpox two days ago. Didn't she still get along well with him? Why did it turn back to the original black face in a blink of an eye? She quickly asked, "What the hell is going on? You are not very much with the nameless..."

Before my mother finished speaking, the pocket stood up from the water with a "pop", grabbed the bath towel and wrapped it around her body, and strode out. I walked to the living room and saw that Wu Ming was doing her homework. When I saw her coming out, I greeted her with a smile.

"Pocket, you have been taking a shower for a long time." He walked over namelessly, raised his little head and said.

The little devil looked at the notebook on the table coldly and grabbed it, "hiss, hiss!" He tore the notebook into four pieces, fell on the table, and turned into the room.

"You ghost girl! What are you doing!" Sun Fangzhi was about to catch up with her. The nameless pulled the corner of her clothes and said gently, "Mother-in-law, nameless want tape. Give me the nameless tape."

His tone was calm, with a little aggrieved trill, but he didn't cry. Pocket closed the door hard, curled up into a ball, and leaned against the door panel for a long time. Why doesn't this child have any intention of resisting? I tore it last time. Are you used to it this time?

Mom's voice came in vaguely: "It's not sad to be nameless. My mother-in-law will go to tell the teacher that it was accidentally torn by my mother-in-law, which has nothing to do with nameless."

"It's not good."

"Why? Are you angry without a name?"

"Because... because the homework was not torn by my mother-in-law."

"So...?"

"Let's say it was torn by the cat. There is no cat without a name, and the cat will not be sad. ... Mother-in-law, has pocket been bullied?"

......

Her nose was sore, and tears fell out.

"Pocket... Pocket..." In a daze, someone was calling her name, opened his eyes, and saw a small figure squatting in front of him.

Only then did she find that she fell asleep on the floor last night and only felt a headache when she got up.

The nameless handed her the mobile phone to her and said carefully, "Pocket, your alarm clock is ringing."

She reached out to take it, but found that she had no strength all over her body. He picked up her hand and wanted to give her a mobile phone, but he shouted, "Pocket, you... you're so hot!" After saying that, he touched her forehead and said anxiously, "Pocket, will you feel uncomfortable?"

She opened her mouth with difficulty and whispered, "Go away, I don't want to see you."

The nameless ran out of the room and called her mother-in-law in. Sun Fangzhi saw the pocket sleeping on the floor, touched her body and the small pimple on the back of her hand. Only then did she know that she was infected with chickenpox by the nameless.

"Why doesn't such a big person pay attention at all? It's such a cold day, wear so little clothes and run back! It's strange that you don't get sick!" As her mother complained, she helped her to bed and got up to make medicinal soup.

The nameless person quietly leaned in front of the pocket bed and took a paper towel to wipe her sweat. Pocket half-opened his eyes and saw his blurred little face, with rows of small red pimples on it.

"What's wrong with your face?" A feebly asked.

"My mother-in-law said that chickenpox will be like this."

"Ah..."

I slept for a long time, but I never slept so tired. There is always a mosquito-like figure in front of him. He kept changing the hot towel on her forehead and nagging beside her.

The crisp and pleasant voice came to my ears: "Pocket, is it more comfortable?"

"Hmm."

While helping her change the hot towel on her forehead, the nameless said, "When the nameless can't get up the bed, my mother-in-law did the same."

The nameless appearance, except for the small pimples on the body, there is nothing strange. The voice has become crisp and the movement is also very free. It is still the child who recovers quickly.

"Don't you... go to school?"

"No name will pass on the little pimples to the children, and wait until the pimples are gone."

Pocket sighed and asked, "Where's your mother-in-law?"

"My mother-in-law went to buy vegetables. The nameless will take care of the pocket."

His voice was as crisp as fine water, which made her dizzy head gradually wake up a little more. Chickenpox had come out, and it was itchy. She reached out to scratch the two "big pimples" on her face, but was stopped by the nameless little hand.

"Pocket, my mother-in-law told me to look at the pocket and not let the pocket scratch his face."

"Why?"

"If you grab it, it will leave marks."

"If I don't catch it, I will touch it."

"Uh-huh..." He squeezed his little mouth and frowned. After a long time, he said, "In order not to get pimples, he doesn't eat pizza. Pocket is a person who eats on his face. Have you forgotten it now?

Little devil, such a big tone. He was unconvinced and said, "What about you? You have so many pimples on your body, don't you feel itchy?"

"Itchy, but nameless can bear it." Nameless pouted and said, "If you grow up and become a pocky face, you will not be able to have a girlfriend."

Oh, kid, it's a long way to think about it. Somehow, all the anger last night subsided, and he even felt a little guilty. She said, "Lovely people are not afraid of this."

"Does pocket mean nameless cute?" The nameless little face came to her and said with a smile. Her eyebrows were almost up to the top of her head. Coupled with the two rows of small things on her cheeks, she looked so funny. Pocket said in a disdainful tone, "You are now, like a clown in the circus."

"I don't believe it. Nameless is a cute and cool baby."

When saying this sentence without a name, the tone is quite fair and just, and there is no subjective color at all. He raised the corners of his mouth tiredly, and finally slowly relaxed.