jealous tail

I’m probably a man who grew up on the thunder point, and it was the nurse who finally broke their mother-child conversation. She came to change my drip, but it turned out that the liquid in the medicine bottle had already run out, the air was compressed, and a tube of blood was sucked back from me. .

Although the nurses had seen this kind of phenomenon too much, when they saw me being handsome and handsome, they yelled at me on the spot, how did I take care of the patients, did I call someone when the drip was over, and how did the escorts do it.

Before his mother had time to look at my daughter-in-law, who was on the list, she heard that her precious son, who was reluctant to lift a finger since childhood, was being trained as a grandson by a nurse. The son slapped him in the face.

"Mom, go back first."

His breath trembled with anger, the nurse wanted to listen more after changing the medicine, but Du Tingwei said you should go out too.

The nurse had no choice but to miss the family feud, and my mother refused to admit defeat. I felt an unfriendly gaze shot over, and I grabbed my toes under the quilt. How could it be like a mother-in-law judging her daughter-in-law.

"Is it just him?" Du Tingwei didn't say a word, sat down next to me, carefully grabbed my hand, took out a wet towel on the table and wiped the blood on the back of my hand, I guess he should be shocked again.

"Ting'er, you used to avoid people who saw blood for three points, just because of him?" "It's not just for him, it's just for him."

I feel that if Du Tingwei continues to talk about it, I will be short of oxygen. It turns out that Du Tingwei's liking for me is really the liking of gays for gays.

I feel that my aunt is scrutinizing me again, and I am under attack.

"Is it because of this face?" I don't like to hear these words anymore, what do you mean just because of this face?Can't you see my connotation? "He is excellent, better than your son."

I relaxed my toes under the quilt, and after being proud, I was thinking, what the hell is so good about me.

"Then tell me, what is so good about him?"...Auntie, have you installed a monitor in my mind?He rubbed lightly on the back of my hand, stroking the small bag bulging from the blood draw.

"He is very timid, but such a timid person always learns to become strong and force himself to be brave."

The hand hidden under the quilt tore the sheet, scratching the soft fingertips.

"The roads in this world are so dark, yet he still walked alone."

I slipped a tear for no reason, Du Tingwei, the road I walked was so dark, how did you see it when you stood on the clouds.

He wiped away my tears in a panic, thinking it hurt me who was under anesthesia, patted my shoulder and said, "Good boy, it's not hurting anymore, it's not hurting anymore."

But I felt that the back of my hand, which was Wugan just now, started to hurt, my arms, feet, and knees also hurt, and my limbs involved my whole heart. The pain made me put all the grievances of these decades on my heart.

I thought the wound would just become a thing of the past once it was scarred, but it turned out that I peeled off the outer shell, and the flesh inside was still bloodshot.

When will I be so lucky, no one asks for help, but someone knows if I'm in pain, no one asks for fire, but someone cares about whether I'm warm or not.

I always thought I was recovering, but in fact I was healing.

"Du Tingwei, live with me..." He interrupted coldly, "Didn't you see him crying?" "How could my son..." He interrupted again, "You are not the only mother with a son in the world .”

Heartbroken by her son's indifference, the mother waited for a long time to catch her breath. Then the sound of high heels sounded, and the ground she stepped on in a fit of anger yelled. I guess Du Tingwei must be frowning, because he can even quarrel with me. blame yourself.

The woman's hand opened the door of the ward, and the smell of disinfectant from the outside penetrated into my nostrils, making it sore.

"Mom will give you time. You should think about it carefully. Both things are the same. Next time we meet, give Mom an answer."

"No need for next time, just give it now. The first thing is that I like him and I won't change it. The second thing is that I will go back when he doesn't need me any more."

My brain nerves were infected by the anesthetic during the operation, and they are still dull until now. I naively thought, how could I not need Du Tingwei? Little bear, happy and happy.

But I forgot, from the day Jin Yeyu and I went to bed, we can't go back, from the moment Du Tingwei said he likes me, we can never go back.

Her mother is still a self-cultivated person in her bones. Even though the doorknob creaked with her fingers, she still resisted the door from being slammed for me, probably because of her son's face.

It is obviously a plot of being at a loss, but I feel that putting my hand in his palm is like a natural movement. That hand is so warm, it will make soup for me, and it will wipe my tears for me. Shield me from the sun, and shield me from the wind and rain.

I used to think it was kindness, but now I realize it is love.

I think of where my dream ended.

I left the village that gave me nightmares every day, bought a flight, and took the first plane in my life. I looked at the clouds from the window and realized that the distance between the sky and the earth is only an instant. If I work harder, I will Can grow towards the sun.

When I got out of the airport, I squeezed out the cheering crowd to greet my relatives and friends. I stood in front of the terminal building and watched the pouring rain outside. I just walked in. The bean-sized raindrops hit me hard, and I shrank my neck in pain. But I relaxed again, and sat down on a circular stool in a nearby small garden with my schoolbag in my arms.

I just want to try, after driving away all the monsters, is there anything in this world that can make me hurt to death.

I am a shameless person, but my skin is very thin. After being hit by the rain so many times, my face burned and hurt.

Pain is good, I think, pain is good, only when it hurts can I feel my own existence, and only when it hurts can I realize that I am still alive.

I know this is not normal, but those days seem to have planted a perverted seed in my heart. Every day I open my eyes, I will pull out a hair, or bite my tongue to prove that I am not dead, or, unfortunately, I am still alive. Did not die.

I am timid, very afraid of death, and want to die very much. I have tortured myself like this until now, and I no longer know why I live, and what I can gain by dying.

I thought I was going to get swollen here and appear in the headlines of all sorts of miscellaneous news, but the water droplets in front of my eyes suddenly became far away, and they no longer looped from my eyelashes.

Someone was sitting next to me. He had a black umbrella in his hand, which was wide and big. The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, patter, and the hand was well-articulated and strong.

"Why did you open an umbrella for me?" I asked him.

"Because I think you are very familiar."

"Have I met you?" "Maybe."

"Then have you seen me?" "Well, probably."

I laughed, it was strange, not because two people sitting side by side were guessing whether they had seen each other, but because I was actually amused by such nonsense.

"Are you hungry?" I watched the rain fall from the eaves of the umbrella, dripping on the side of his white sneakers with graffiti fonts, and before it could form a flower, I drifted around with my brothers and sisters, and each had their own The destination of the good luck flows into Baichuan, and the unlucky one evaporates.

"angel" is drawn on the left foot and "devil" is drawn on the right foot.

He pulled out a bunch of candied haws from nowhere, wrapped them in kraft paper and put them in my drenched arms, saying that they were the only ones on me, and let me pad my stomach.

I bumped back and forth for a few days, and everyone was concerned about whether I was crying or not, but no one asked me if I was hungry.

The raindrops on my face became hot, and I suddenly turned to look at him. He was wearing a mask of the same color as the umbrella, covering half of his face, but I recognized him, those eyes were so beautiful.

Three times, I said in my heart, I have seen it three times.

"When a person's wit, talent, tricks, luck, and all the additional property are all lost, only patience will bring miracles to himself."

The rain on my hair was shaking on my eyelashes, I blinked my left eye and asked him with a smile: "Are you an artist?" "Almost."

"You, do you know that there is a tree called golden leaf elm?" "There is one at home."

He seemed to be busy with something, and he didn't want to greet me anymore. He just took my cold hand and attached it to the handle of the umbrella he just grabbed. , and probably the same.

He strode away in the wind and rain, and I opened the umbrella to watch him. He walked so uprightly, as if he had never stepped into the sidewalk. I always remember the last sentence he said.

He said, "You have to remember that you have to live to hate others and love yourself."

The palm temperature was transmitted to the heart, I wondered, if the palm of that day was Du Tingwei's, it would be fine.