chapter 27 dream for a few months, wake up for a few years

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Grandpa Mao once told us that it should be as cold as winter to deal with animals! Although the animal is injured, it must not be soft-hearted!

"You are so kind to me!" His forehead was covered with sweat, flashing under the light. The already white face looks more pale, and the lips have lost their color. His body trembled slightly under the redd white T-shirt, but there was a shameless smile on his face, even if the smile made people want to beat him up.

Why does this guy look so pitiful?

Pooh, will I also be enchanted by his face for plastic surgery? It's really wrong!

"No, I'm not good to you at all. Don't forget to keep it in mind. You know, if you are not afraid of thieves, you are afraid of thieves. I didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore. I put my hair on top of my head, changed my pajamas, hung a towel, hummed a toothbrush and went to the toilet to wash.

I was thinking about letting him sleep on the sofa. There may be something wrong with lying on the hard tatami with such a big injury. In the end, it will be miserable to ask me to accompany the medical expenses. That's all right. If I come to touch him tomorrow morning, even he is stiff, won't I be a murderer?! Therefore, it is better to be more kind.

I washed up. As soon as I came out, I saw that the beast was really not idle. I was studying in my hand with a plastic bottle for Su Su Xiaoxue and me to eat sugar a few days ago. When I saw me come out, I laughed, "BABY, you are so disappointed. Are you really playing this?"

To be honest, his behavior makes me extremely disgusted! I know that the plastic bottle has been on the coffee table and no one has moved. He doesn't do anything to mess with my things. But I'm still disgusted! You know in your heart. What does it mean to ask me with that thing? I'm yours, or you're mine. It's not your turn to care what I'm going to do!

I walked over, and my expression was extremely cold. I grabbed the plastic bottle from his hand and drew a perfect parabola and threw it into the trash can. I said, "Will I let you down by playing this? I thought you would be desperate? I don't know if your nerves are so fragile. I'm sorry to let you see it. After saying that, he rudely pulled the pillow and thin blanket under his head and was ready to go to bed.

They are not kind to me, and I still want to be righteous to them. The sofa is still for the one to sleep.

"Hey, Zheng Ail."

"If you have something to say, say it and fart!"

"You can sleep with me for a while, I..."

"Do you like to sleep? I'm really sleepy. I'm not free!"

At this moment, his phone rang. I saw the difficulty take out the phone from my trouser bag and raise it to my ear.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He spoke a bad tone at the phone.

I originally guessed that it might be from his two unreliable friends, but it should not be his tone. I was interested. I sat on the sofa and wanted to hear what was being said. In case it was beaten by the woman he took advantage of just now, there would be a good show.

Well, I admit that I've gone too much gossiping.

"Yes, I'm with her. So what? You are happy to be with her, and so is she. She doesn't like me? How do you know that she doesn't like me? I think she likes me. Yes, I have done everything that should have been done. It's useless for you to warn me. Remember, you are selfish first! No, no, no, you're not wrong. It's OK if you pursue your happiness. You don't care about me, and now you don't care about her anymore. Injury? So what if I hurt her? Hasn't she been hurt enough by you? Well, without further ado, let's go to bed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone decisively.

What's with everything? I haven't heard the reason yet. Wait, sort out a thought first. This call must be from his ex-girlfriend. His ex-girlfriend probably kicked him first and found a rich man, and then he is still reluctant to leave him. Brother Landlord also has a girlfriend now, but he is also in love with his ex-girlfriend. In fact, he just wants to use his current girlfriend to anger his ex-girlfriend. If this hypothesis is true, how will he explain his last few words? Hasn't she been hurt enough by you? Oh, I see! It should be that his ex-girlfriend and current girlfriend used to be two good friends... No, no, no, it's not right.

What the hell is going on? What a hassle!

The landlord probably frowned when he frowned when he was talking to himself where I was alone. He basically understood what I was thinking and asked me, "Do you want to know?"

"Cut, who wants to know your unclear romantic account, go to bed, go to bed. I hope you will disappear without a trace, sir, tomorrow morning, you know.

I gave him a very disgusting kiss, then grabbed a small pillow on the sofa and rushed into Xiao Yi's room, ready to squeeze with him all night. When I opened the door and went in, I found that our young master was cutting his toenails on my favorite fluffy blanket. He cut it happily and almost pissed me off. I just put a pillow on his head.

"You, cut your nails outside and cut them!" I feel that my hair is so angry that he has stood up one by one, and my eyes can breathe fire.

"Oh, it's almost done. The last little thumb!"

"That's my nail clipper for cutting my fingernails!!! Forget it, I'll give it to you. Throw your cut nails into the trash can, and now!"

He cleaned his nails as if he couldn't stand me and went out to throw the trash can. I took the opportunity to lock the door and lay comfortably on the bed. Don't say I'm insidious. I've never been a good stubble.

"Zheng Ae Li, you are shameless, open the door for me!"

"Just wait for me to open the door for you. You can sleep on the tatami by yourself and sleep on the sofa with that half-dead guy."

Xiaoyi should have felt my firm belief this time, and he would not open the door for him when the sky fell. After knocking on the door twice, there was no sound. I guess it was Zhiqu who went to the ground to sleep.

As soon as I lay down, I heard the phone ringing. It was a text message. I quickly picked up my mobile phone and looked at it. Hey, there is no text message, there is nothing. I can't help but wonder if I have hallucinations or something. After turning over, I saw that there was a mobile phone exactly the same as mine in front of me. It was Xiaoyi's. It turned out to be his text message.

The screen is still on, and the text message is displayed on the phone. The phone is not saved, and I feel familiar with a string of numbers. The text message is, "I won't like you, but I don't mind if you send me something."

What? Is it the girl he said in their cram school today? Wow, that's so dragging! No, no, no, I'm very familiar with this phone number.

I ran out with the phone and saw both of them lying on the sofa, lighting a cigarette and smoking each other. I was shocked to see me come out.

"Xiaoyi, your text message. Who is it?" I sat aside and touched him with my elbow.

"Oh, you're going to bed." He waved his hand impatiently and didn't want to tell me at all. I know that if he looks like this, he won't want to get anything out of his mouth. But that text message does look quite uncomfortable. What does it mean that I won't like you? Of course I will accept it if you send me something. I don't know which family can give birth to this kind of unbredated girl in the world. I know that she takes advantage of my beloved brother and doesn't like her and wants other people's things.

"Brother, I'll tell you, don't spend money indiscriminately. Flowers should also be seen whether they are worth it or not. I know that Xiaoyi is also a little adult now. He is not the kind of brainless child. He knows how to deal with some things. They are all measured. So after explaining two words, he even nodded and didn't say anything. He went back to the bedroom to sleep.

I lay on ** and turned off my mobile phone. It rained heavily outside the window for no reason, and there was no warning. The curtains were blown up by the wind, but I was still not ready to close the window and let the raindrops float into the room and wet the wooden floor piece by piece. I opened the drawer in the bedside table, took out a bag of Hongtashan and pulled out one for myself. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched the pouring rain outside the window smoking. The rain was very face and dripped on my face. I am almost sure that I will definitely lose sleep tonight.

I opened the bedside table again, took out an old-fashioned radio from it, put it in front of me, and gently twisted it away. I changed the battery in the radio last week, and I haven't heard it yet. After a while, the sound of music came from the radio, which was very good.

This radio was left to me by my grandfather. When I think about it, I will take it out and listen to it and cry. Probably because I was afraid of crying later, I gradually had fewer opportunities to listen to the radio. I never think it's because I miss my grandfather less often. In the past, when my grandfather was still alive, he always cooked food for me to go home to eat. Every time I had to leave, he insisted on sending me downstairs and gave me a lot of pocket money. He took care of me since I was a child. When I was a child, he always taught me to draw, write calligraphy, teach me to sing and be a man. I regret that my parents didn't live with my grandfather after going abroad, which caused him to take a shower at home and slip to his head and die.

It was his chess friend who went home and knocked on the door and found that he had an accident before he was sent to the hospital. I was informed that he had been sent to the intensive care unit, and I looked at him through the glass. His eyes were tightly closed, and his body was covered with all kinds of tubes. His face was pale without any blood, covered with a layer of blue-gray, and I cried a lot. At that time, I had not experienced the fainting in the dormitory, so I couldn't imagine the despair that he fell in the toilet alone, and his sober consciousness was blurred little by little. Later, I realized how much my grandfather wanted someone to save him at that time. He would not want to die, because he didn't even see his beloved granddaughter for the last time.

He slowly couldn't see anything, and slowly went from despair to death.

When I sat on the old bench of the hospital, a young doctor came over and handed me a critical illness notice. I stood up and bowed to him. I said, "Please, you have to give me this kind of thing." I will be afraid, I will despair. Please, I'll suffocate. Don't give it to me."

He put the pile of white on the bench, patted me on the shoulder, and then left.