Chapter 83 Then Fight

Hua Tianxiu did not come back. The room was quiet and lonely, and it could even be said to be as quiet as death. When you are discouraged, even the fire in the fireplace can only play a decorative role.

Pocket trapped himself on the couch in front of the window and looked motionless at the snow outside the window. She didn't look at her mobile phone, didn't touch anything in the room, and didn't let her mind think about anything, like a machine with a depleted battery, waiting to rust and decay.

Visa only came to see her once. She left a pile of medicine on the table next to her that she didn't know what to do. The Russian-like woman went in and out several times, added firewood to the fireplace several times, brought some daily necessities, and brought food and snacks every few hours. Pocket didn't turn her face from beginning to end. If she could, she didn't want to blink.

At night, the table was full of all kinds of food and drink, but none of them were moved.

"Miss, it's time to eat." The woman told her in blunt Chinese.

It must be a lie to say that you are not hungry. However, she can't eat it. After guarding the snow for a day, she watched the snow outside the window thicker layer by layer, and the branches on the tree pressed down little by little. She was also tired. At the beginning, she looked at the snow outside the window and could still remember the past. Her parents accompanied her to make a snowman and have a snowball fight. Dad is very tall and can pile up the snowman very high. After piling up the snowman's body, Dad carried his mother on his back and asked her to put a red hat on the snowman and a red scarf. My mother's calves are always deliberately kicking in the air, kicking the snowman's stomach, trying to challenge his father's majesty, but not once was successful, because the snowman made by his father was really as strong as a rock. She and her mother united and smashed a big snowball at the snowman. Dad would make a surprise attack from behind, wading her and her mother to death, holding them together and rolling to the ground.

When she thought about it again, she remembered that she had told the little one that she would take him to Changbai Mountain during the winter vacation. It must have snowed heavily there, and the snow scenery must be spectacular. That little one, it's going to be a holiday soon, right? But can she still watch the snow with him? Thousands of thoughts and nonsense, it seems that as soon as her eyes are closed, she can also see a vast expanse of white, without any gap, which makes her feel uncompressed.

All the random thoughts are to prevent the memories of that person from occupying the space of her memory. The first snow on his birthday, the snow with four lines of footprints, the night she waited for him downstairs...

The memory of Buddha has a long mouth, laughing at her, laughing at her stupidity, and scolding her for being stupid. Just like filming people know that the scene gives the audience such a beautiful and fantastic feeling, but as an actor, he can't look through those memories, because as soon as he turns over, he finds that it is not like that at all.

The faintly painful heart gradually becomes a knife-like sting. In the past few years since he left, she has never fantasized about what it would be like when he comes back one day. Will it be like a stranger? Or do you greet each other politely like a natural acquaintance in your peers, and then never see each other again? Or is it that the hatred of the past is on the verge of being provoked? The stupidest idea is that he may still love himself...

I didn't expect him to be such a person. He easily played with his feelings and easily lied to her. She was fooled by him for the second time. This feeling of being frustrated by reality is really worse than death.

I ignored the woman, turned around, lay on the couch, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, the woman still brought her a lot of food, as diligent as serving her master, and asked her to eat in a relaxed tone and stiff Chinese. Pocket just lay there with her eyes closed and motionless.

"Miss, dry in the house, drink some water." The woman inserted the straw into the cup and handed it to her mouth. The pocket is still lying motionless, and his breathing has not changed at all.

On the third day, she couldn't tell whether she was sleeping or in a coma, and whether she was hungry or tired. Visa came back, opened a few bottles of nutrients, and begged her to drink it, but she ignored it. When Visa stabbed a bottle of drops into her arm, she finally regained a little consciousness.

Because I haven't eaten for three days, the blood vessels can't be seen clearly, and the drops can't be put in at all. Visa asked the Russian girl to hold her body tightly, and kept patting all the blood vessels in her hand. Finally, she inserted the tube after the first attempt.

At night, she was awakened by a thirsty throat, and she felt that she should not be far from death. The will became fragile, and Yuheng's face appeared in front of him. How can he bear it if he knows all this? If he knew all this, he would definitely not let that man go. No, she can't implice Yu Heng anymore. She wants to fight against this cruel world in her own way. Her heart has died once, and her body is no longer her own.

The uncomfortable suffering over and over again, she woke up and fell asleep in her sleep, and woke up again and again. In the last dream, I dreamed that my clothes were striped bare, surrounded by people with indifferent eyes.

They surrounded her like zombies and looked at her without blinking. She forgot how to maintain her last skin and squatted there, trembling. She was so scared that even her hair began to fall down. Finally, her forehead was bald, leaving only a few rare hairs.

She thought that she must be dying, otherwise there would be no hallucinations in front of her. She saw Hua Tianxiu. When she saw him, she was trembling all over. Even this person destroyed her and her faith. He sat at the head of his bed, staring straight at him. His eyes were still dark, so deep that he wanted to see her in.

"You don't care about me, and think about those who care about you."

His voice is very far away, as if it came from afar. After saying that, he put a few pills into her mouth and poured it down with water. His technique was very fast. She didn't have time to resist at all. The medicine had slid down her throat into her stomach.

She thought that she must be dying, otherwise she wouldn't feel so lonely. Hua Tianxiu left, and his voice kept echoing in her ear. It was just a dream. She was very happy, but she also had lingering palpitations. After all, who cares about her?

She is a person who is afraid of loneliness. It's just that she doesn't dare to get close to others anymore, so she chooses a lonely lifestyle. When she finally recognized this problem, she found that there were really few people who might care about her.

Is this retribution? Is she going to grow old alone? In only three days, she was as long as thirty years, and her heart grew old overnight.

The fourth day, there was one more person in the room, a person who made pocket unexpected, Yuko.

Youzi was brought by Zeye. He said to her, "I heard from Mr. Hua that you are on vacation here. Youzi has a winter vacation. If you like it, I will let her stay here with you."

"She is a human, not a pet. Please take her back."

Zeye left another sentence and left: "Come here, it means Yuko. She misses you very much."

The arrival of Yuko reminded her of when the nameless first came to her. At this moment, she doesn't like anyone around her, including Yuko. She just wants to keep a distance from her, not only afraid that the child will expect something from her, but also afraid that the child will be disappointed because she will expect something from her.

She still sat in front of the window, without saying a word, looking at the snow outside with dull eyes. Isn't it going to be winter vacation now? Will he be anxious if he can't find her? Do you miss her? Does he know he's here? Will he wait for her to take him to Changbai Mountain to see the snow?

Don't think about that little one anymore. Tell yourself that it's the son of the big devil.

Fortunately, Yuzi is not a noisy child. She leaned quietly next to her, holding the doll in her arms, staring at the flame in the fireplace, and sitting all morning. She almost forgot that keeping quiet is the child's greatest talent. He lowered his eyes and glanced at her, who had not been seen for many days. She was wearing a plaid cloak coat, her long hair at her waist was tied into two braids, and her hair was curled into a fluffy cloud shape, which really looked like a God-given little angel.

She is 6 years old and is a budding flower. She is 25 years old and is in her old age. However, she and she are both poor people. She felt that there was no hope in her life, but this child was still so young that she should not suffer such a fate. Fate has always been unfair.

When the Russian girl came in, Yuko's body trembled slightly, and then rubbed her pocket. The pocket body had a slight reaction, and she couldn't help but put her hand on her thin shoulder and stroke it gently.

"Miss, eat some." The woman put two lunches on the table. She has been able to say this sentence very skillfully.

Because of being a child, Youzi didn't dare to move around or touch food. Lunch was put on hold for about an hour, and Pocket finally asked Yuko to go to dinner. Youzi raised his eyelids covered with long eyelashes and whispered, "Let's eat together."

In the next few days, Yuko became a pocket partner. When Youzi eats, Pocket eats with her. When Youzi sometimes wants to talk, Pocket chats with her and tells her stories. Visa occasionally came to see her, and she stopped talking and still sat quietly without saying a word.

It was not until one time, when Youzi brushed his teeth, that the blood flowed out with the water from her mouth that she shouted Visa's name in a hurry. She was just a reflexive call. She didn't think that Visa would really come up after a while.

I searched for the medicine sent by Visa from time to time in a small panic, and found that there was really everything. The medicine was complete, from application, to paste, to eating and drinking, all kinds of medicine, all kinds of medicine. He grabbed the anti-inflammatory drug and was about to throw it into Youzi's mouth, but it was stopped by Visa.

It turns out that this is the first time for Youzi to change her teeth. When the small milky white teeth were taken out of the sink, there was an inexplicable strange feeling in the pocket's heart, probably as frightened as Yuko. It should hurt when the tooth falls out, right? She seemed to be able to feel the disgusting feeling of blood filling her mouth. She quickly comforted Youzi curled up in her arms and comforted herself that this was the growth process that every child must face.

In order to eliminate Youzi's concerns, Pocket found a small plastic box, washed and dried his teeth, and put them in it. "When this small box is full, Youzi will grow more beautiful teeth than now."

The place where Youzi changed his teeth is the same as the nameless, and it is also in the front teeth. She guessed that the replacement of teeth started with the front teeth, right? However, the small front teeth should have grown completely now.

On the fifth day with Youzi, Pocket finally stepped out of the room where she had stayed for nearly two weeks. Only then did she know that this was not Hua Tianxiu's home, and she knew this place. Those promises that made her regret, the night that she could not remember again, all came to mind.

She ran out like a runaway horse, but her feet were covered into the snow on the ground again and again. When she was about to run out of the yard, she finally fell down. Because I'm wearing slippers and only a layer of socks on my feet, it's not easy to walk and my feet are cold.

A big hand took off the leather gloves and stretched them out in front of her. She raised her face and saw A Pan. Apan's eyes are very complicated, as if with forbearance. Only he knows that the outside world is undergoing earth-shaking changes in the two weeks that he thinks is unbearable. Their career of Mr. Hua has reached the point of danger and imminent development.

In the past six months, the limited resources have made Leo unremitting, and can only talk about a single business. Gamer has made every step of the game difficult. The originally smooth program planning can't be used at all. It is not only related to the non-cooperation of the outside world, but also related to the fact that there is a run within the company. Leo, who has internal and external troubles, can only gain a foothold by taking a few more projects. Each of them is a huge amount of money. How easy is it? Now the people in the group are staring at him. The worst result may make him give up a large share. If this step is really done, Leo's position in Winner and even in the circle is enough to be destroyed.

"Would you like to see Leo?"