wife addiction

My parents were waiting in my ward. When they saw me coming back, they immediately stood up and asked me how I was doing.

I smiled, and replied lightly: "I have been under house arrest for a month, and I have been locked in hell twice, and now I am abandoned again. Do you think I am okay now?"

"Gu Ying," my dad took a step forward and held my hands, choked up, "I'm sorry, we didn't protect you well."

My mother was also wiping tears, blaming herself for not taking me back earlier.

I pushed my father's hand away, leaned against the door, and smiled weakly: "Dad, Mom, you are not wrong, it is me, a useless person like me should not have been born."

My parents froze in shock after hearing what I said. I knew they must be very distressed. As an unfilial son, I was so absorbed in my own feelings that I didn't think about them at all.

I also know it's wrong for me to do this.My parents have always held me in the palm of their hands and hoped that I would live a good life, but I blamed my fault on them and said such outrageous words.

My heart is also bleeding, but I hope they start to hate me and let me fend for myself, because now I really have no way to keep calm, let alone restrain my despair.

I hate this feeling, and it makes me realize just how useless I am.

The despair that filled my heart seemed to have a will of its own, occupying my mind stubbornly and aggressively provoking me.

I was so mad with rage that I wanted to yank it out of my head and strangle it, but it was so fast that I couldn't even catch his shadow.

I was so exhausted, it felt like my heart was being hollowed out, and nothing could fill it up.

So, I couldn't help but think, if there is really a Yuelao in this world, I will definitely kill him, and then cut off all the messy red threads that tie him to my body!

I don't want anything else!

I just want to die!

I decadently slid along the door frame and fell to the ground, falling into the boundless darkness again.

In the next few days, I didn't know anything. I only knew to look for those sharp things and greet myself. My parents guarded me tremblingly and dared not leave for a moment. There was a little bit of safety hazard in the ward. All were taken away.

I ran outside the ward again, looking in the corridors, in other people's wards, in the yard, and even in the trash can. The whole hospital was panicked by me.

So someone strongly asked my parents to send me to a mental hospital.

I heard it and pretended I didn't. I don't care where they send me, I just want to get rid of this sad fate.

But my parents finally withstood the pressure and let me stay.But my father was worried about half of his gray hair.

I saw it, but I became more determined to die.

Because I know that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

What's more, I also have two very good brothers.

When I'm dead, they'll soon forget me, and they won't have to worry about me anymore.

The patients in the hospital hid when they saw me, and closed the door to prevent me from entering. The corridors and yards were cleaned cleanly, and the trash cans were cleaned out at all times. Not even a piece of glass shards the size of a fingernail could be found.

I couldn't find anything that would kill me, and I started running outside the hospital, crashing cars, jumping into rivers, and not returning at night.

Finally, after I put myself on the verge of life and death No. 20 seven times, my second brother couldn't take it anymore.

He punched me in the face and gave me a mouthful of blood.

"You want to die that much?!" He grabbed my collar and lifted me from the ground, gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to swallow me.

My head was buzzing from his punch just now, but I didn't make any struggles, because I thought it would be good if he could beat me to death like this, saving time and effort.

"Speak!" My second brother roared again when he couldn't wait for my answer.

I opened my eyes to look at him, nodded slightly, and uttered a word weakly: "Yes."

My second brother gritted his teeth, stared at me for a while, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Okay, I will fulfill you."

I glanced at him in surprise, and my mind cleared up a bit: "What did you say?"

"I will help you!" My second brother repeated again, gnashing his teeth.

"Really?" I was a little overjoyed.

My second brother didn't answer my question directly, but said in a slow tone: "You can choose to die, but it's up to me to decide how you die."

I started to be surprised again, but it could kill me, I didn't care about anything, I looked at him quietly, waiting for him to say his decision.

My second brother breathed a sigh of relief and let go: "You start preparing today and take the police entrance exam in February next year."

"Huh?" What does that have to do with the way of dying?

I think I was fooled by my second brother and let him waste my time looking for death.

My second brother grabbed my hand to prevent me from leaving again: "Don't you want to die? At least you should choose a decent way to die, and don't embarrass our Gu family!"

I froze for a moment, thought about his proposal carefully, and asked uncertainly: "You mean to let me become a policeman and then die at the hands of gangsters?"

My second brother frowned, obviously disgusted by what I said, but he still nodded: "Yes, I see your university grades, passing this exam is not difficult, what is difficult is physical training and fighting skills .However, you are not even afraid of death, are you still afraid of suffering this little?"

I thought about it, agreed to his proposal, and my anxious heart calmed down a little.

Suicide is indeed too useless, it is better to be a policeman and fight the gangsters, at least it can be considered as a contribution to society.

I went back to the ward with my second brother, picked up the materials he found for me and started to read them, and never mentioned the matter of seeking death.

My parents were astonished and took my second brother out for a secret talk.Probably my second elder brother told them the truth, but when my parents came back, they were so excited that they burst into tears, not knowing what to say.

My father was afraid that he would disturb my study, and he was afraid that he would be too indifferent if he didn't say anything, so he struggled for a while, and finally sat in front of my bed, patted my hand and said to me: "Xiaoying, just work hard, we and I Your mother will support you fully."

I thought of my original intention, forced a smile, and didn't answer.

My mother quickly pulled my dad up, telling him not to put too much pressure on me: "Xiaoying can just do what she wants to do, and don't have to think about anything else."

I stared at the text on the book, still did not answer.Maybe it's my parents' connivance that caused me to have such a cowardly character, but I don't blame them, they are not wrong, they just love me too much.

After two days in the hospital, Yang Zhen told me that the child could come out of the incubator. I put down the notes in my hand and took the child to my own ward.

In fact, my own injury was fine and I could be discharged from the hospital, but my parents were afraid that my wound would not heal well, so they insisted on staying in the hospital for a few more days.

After my parents saw the child, they were so happy that they could not close their mouths from ear to ear, rushing to feed the child and change the diaper. I suddenly remembered something and asked my second brother to ask the director if Zhao Qingyun's father-in-law and mother-in-law had come.

"I've already done what you said for you. They didn't come, so I asked someone to bury them." My second brother glanced at the child in my father's arms and said with a smile.

"Then, thank you." I pondered for a while, then asked again, "How much did it cost? I will pay you back later."

My second brother raised his eyebrows and stretched out two fingers: "Not much, just [-]. I'll wait for your salary."

I was a little surprised that my second brother didn't refuse, but I felt a little better when he said this: "Then you may have to wait for a while."

My second brother nodded: "It's okay, I can afford to wait."

My parents soon found out about the child's disability, and they were eager to have an operation on the child. Before I had time to express my opinion, they went to the doctor and set a date for the operation.

"Children are young and recover quickly from surgery, but it will be difficult when they grow up." My mother explained to me afterwards.

I sighed: "You pay the operation fee first, and I will pay you back when I earn money."

"Family, don't pay back whatever you say!" My mother scolded, and my second brother quickly gave her a hand. She was stunned for a moment, and then quickly changed her words, "Okay, I'll listen to you, but don't worry, Take it easy."

I gave my second brother a grateful look, took the child, put him on the hospital bed, and covered him with a quilt.

My parents asked me what the little guy's name was, and I shook my head: "I haven't figured it out yet."

"I'll think about it, I'll think about it." My dad volunteered, but I quickly and flatly refused.

The name he gave me is enough for me, how can I let him harm the next generation?

My dad was a little frustrated that he didn't win the right to name him, but he was soon attracted by the little guy's sleeping appearance and put this unhappiness behind him.

I looked at my dad, who was having a good time, and his small figure, and fell into deep thought.

Yeah, what's the little guy's name?

Zhao Qingyun loves him so much, he must have already thought of a name for him, right?It's a pity he didn't come in time to tell me.

I pushed the review materials aside and turned to my phone to find a suitable name.

However, I found one after another, and it was always a little bit worse than what I expected.

I sighed and decided to treat this as a long-term battle, so I put down my phone and continued reading my book.

There are only two months left before next year's exam, and I must finish studying these seven books in these two months to develop a good physique.

The task is heavy, but the road is not far away.

As a result, I went crazy and forgot to eat and sleep to study books completely different from my major, and the desperate thoughts were temporarily suppressed in the depths of my mind.I tasted the sweetness of moving away from despair and tried harder to drown myself in the tension of test preparation.

But the good times didn't last long. My second brother brought me a big piece of news, which instantly shattered the calm I was trying to maintain.

The news was delivered by my elder brother to my second brother. He said that something happened to Zong Tianming and Zong Tianyao.