Legend of Ravaging Dynasties: Sorrow Chapter 13

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I don't know who replaced a bright light bulb at the entrance of the lane.

The bright light even made Yi Yao close his eyes slightly.

The shadow on the ground became thick under the bright light. Like a pool of ink condensed.

Yi Yao bent down to lock the car, raised his head, and saw a small clot of blood on the wall. Raising his hand to touch his left face, a large piece of skin was scratched by the sun.

Yi Yao stared at the small spot of blood that was already black. It wasn't until the neighbors behind him urged him, "Let let, how can others get in at the door?"

In fact, no matter what, it will be like this bloodstain. In the merciless consumption of time, it will go from bright red to pitch black, and finally disintegrate into powder, without a trace by the wind.

Young body. And the decay of death. It's just a matter of time consumption.

Long time for consumption.

Thinking about this, it seems that everything is not so difficult to pass.

Yi Yao put the car away. Walked towards the alley.

After walking a few steps, I heard a quarrel in the alley. After walking a few steps, I saw Qi Ming and his mother standing at the door of his house, while Lin Huafeng was standing at the door wearing the pajamas that felt moldy no matter how he washed.

There is a small circle of people around. Although each pretending to be busy with their own affairs. But all eyes fell directly on the two women.

Yi Yao's heart suddenly sank.

At this moment, Qi Ming his mother turned her head and saw Yi Yao who was standing a few steps away. Her face suddenly turned from flushing excitement into the triumph of the winner. A face was covered with the words "No matter how arrogant you are now".

Yi Yao went to Qi Ming who was standing behind the two women. The light from the windows and doors did not illuminate Qi Ming's face. His face was hidden in the darkness. Only the eyes flashed clearly.

The plane flying at night, flashing with a fixed frequency of light, travels alone across the entire night sky.

Yi Yao walked over and whispered, Mom, I'm back.

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"It's great, Yi Yao, you are back," Qi Ming's mother couldn't help being proud. "You tell your mother, is it the medical expenses that Qi Ming paid for you today?"

Yi Yao lowered his head, did not speak, nor raised his head to look at Qi Ming. She also couldn't guess what Qi Ming's face was standing behind her mother at this time. Is it a gentle sadness on his face, or is he looking at himself in silence.

"Yi Yao, you are talking!" Qi Ming's mother was a little anxious.

"What are you yelling at?" Lin Huafeng raised his voice, "Li Wanxin, go back to your own house and yell at your son, where is my daughter's turn to yell at you."

Qi Ming's mother was so angry that her face was red and white. She pressed her temper and said to Yi Yao, "Yi Yao, you can't be so unconscionable. Our family Qi Mingxin didn't let you lie down on the ground and take you there. Up

The hospital also paid for you. You can't be like..." Li Wanxin still didn't dare to say the sentence "Like your mother", so she had to say "...some people!" You have studied at any rate! "

"Who did you scold me for forced?!" Lin Huafeng was excited and waved his hand to rush over.

"Mom..." Yi Yao grabbed her clothes, lowered her head, and said in a low voice, "I did take some drips this morning... The money was borrowed by Qi Ming..."

Lin Huafeng's hand stopped in the air and looked back at Yi Yao.

Yi Yao raised his head, and then a loud slap came to his face.

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The look in the dark. Crystal sparkling. Like a lake full of water.

Standing at the lake in the distance.

Or a night flight that flies farther and farther.

Finally disappeared into the darkness. Escaped from a distance.

"Forget it, it's okay to be blunt, and there is not much money." Qi Ming's mother saw Lin Huafeng who was shaking with anger, her face was arrogant and proud, "Just as classmates helping each other, we will Ming has always been a student of the school with both good character and academic performance. I still have to help with this."

For Qi Mingjia, a few hundred yuan really doesn't matter. What Li Wan wanted was face.

"Pretend less!" Lin Huafeng turned around and shouted back, "The money will be returned to you soon, don't **** think that if you have some money, you can set up a stage at my door to sing, Li Wanxin, go away!"

After speaking, Yi Yao was pulled in.

The door was slammed hard behind her.

There was a loud bang.

The alley is quiet.

Then there was a slap in the door louder than before.

Yi Yao makes a good meal. Turn off the exhaust fan for cooking fume. Bring two dishes to the table.

She went to her mother's room and whispered, "Mom, I'm ready to eat."

There is silence in the room. Mother was lying on the bed, and her back to herself could be seen in the darkness.

"Mom..." Yi Yao opened his mouth, and a pillow slammed over from the bed and hit his face hard.

"I won't eat! Go eat! You will finish it for me! Don't **** pretend to be weak and faint. I don't have that much money to faint for you. I owed you all my life!"

Yi Yao took the bowl, slurping the rice in his mouth.

From time to time there was a sound or two of "Why don't you die" and "Die clean" in the bedroom. Those words passed into the ears, and then quickly flowed to the heart like warm, stinging fluid.

The two dishes on the table are almost untouched. It's not hot anymore. Food cools very quickly in winter.

Yi Yao reached out and touched his hot face, only to touch the sticky blood in one hand.

The scuffed wound was beaten by two slaps in the face of my mother and started to bleed again.

Yi Yao walked into the toilet, found a clean towel, poured hot water from the thermos, soaked the towel, and slowly wiped the sticky blood on his face.

Hot eyes.

Yi Yao raised his hand to rub his eyes, from the outer corner of his eyes to the bridge of his nose.

The hot tears became more and more rubbed.

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Qi Ming sat on the bed against the wall.

The lights are not turned on.

The eyes adjust to the weak light in the dark. Gradually distinguish the contours of various objects.

The fist was squeezed too tightly, and finally the strength disappeared cleanly and loosened.

Qi Ming slammed his head back against the wall.

The pain disappeared.

Pain. Is it pain or pain? Is there a difference?

Distressed and heartache. Is there a difference?

Yi Yao stood in the dark, with his head lowered, and the slap that fell when he raised his head again, countless images exploded in his mind like electric lights and flints. Heartache?

And the last sunshine in the afternoon. Enter the classroom diagonally. In the aftermath of the setting sun, Yi Yao lowered his head, reading the numbers on the measuring tape, projecting them into the sight of the teenager outside the window.

Does it hurt?

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Winter seems to never pass.

When speaking, he still breathes in vain. There is always a long line at the end of the corridor where there is hot water. There are always so many people taking time off for physical education.

There is always such a sparse white light in the sky, and the clouds are like freezing, sticking to the distant sky.

The sound on the radio is still like thick sputum, sticky to make people sick.

This is the time. Inlaid on the brocade of the most beautiful years.

Countless boys and girls in new school uniforms flock to the playground. The young lives seemed to be displayed in line, exposed to the cold sunlight.

Qi Ming looked at Yi Yao running ahead of him. The pants are inexplicably plump. The waist circumference is obviously larger by two laps. She was tied carelessly with a belt. The trousers are too long, and a section of them is stepped on by the shoes, and a lot of dust is stuck on it.

Qi Ming rubbed his eyes. Breath is blocked in the throat.

Yi Yao in front of him suddenly turned around.

Looking at himself steadily.

Yi Yao, wearing big pants, turned back to look at Qi Ming in the harsh winter sun.

Seeing Qi Ming's red eyes, Yi Yao slowly smiled. She smiled as if she was saying, "Now, it doesn't really matter."

Will the flowers that bloom in winter fade so fast?

Now, it doesn't really matter.

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Yi Yao lay on the bed. Covered with two thick quilts.

The windows are not closed tightly. Blowed by the wind. Too lazy to get up and shut down. Anyway, no matter how cold the wind is, it won't blow into the quilt.

In the darkness, the limbs seem to be soaked in the hot bath water. Those emotions called sadness, like swarms of ants, came from far away and slowly climbed up to their own body~IndoMTL.com~ step by step, crawling towards the deepest beating heart.

Until the leader of the group, climbed to the top of the heart, and then put the flag toward the soft beating place under the foot, and thrust it hard--

Ha, occupy it.

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The school’s computer room is heated sufficiently.

A thick layer of moisture condenses on the windows.

Yi Yao typed "abortion" on Baidu and clicked search.

2,,related web pages will come out in two seconds. It is nothing more than polite social news or hospital project advertisements. Yi Yao looked at the past one by one, feeling nauseous.

These are not what Yi Yao wants.

Yi Yao typed the words "Private Clinic" again, then hovered the mouse on "Search in Results", hesitated for a long time, and then clicked.