Legend of Ravaging Dynasties: Sorrow Chapter 10

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Yi Yao was motionless in the darkness, even silent. "Quick"

Lin Huafeng turned on the light, and under the light, the red finger prints on Yi Yao's face bounced on his retina.

"You dumb you? You speak!" It slapped again.

Yi Yao couldn't stand firmly, and slammed toward the door.

She still didn't move.

After a while, Yi Yao slapped his shoulder twice. She said, Mom, will you go to me when you see me missing?

"Looking for you?" Lin Huafeng's voice was octave higher, "You'd better die outside, I won't care about you, you'd better not come to me if you die!"

That kind of heartache. Stretching on the sun. There was a dull pain in the place where I had just been hit.

In just an hour, his father said to himself, don’t come to me.

My mother said to herself, don't come to me if you die.

Yi Yao touched his stomach and said in his heart, "You are stupid, why are you looking for me?"

Yi Yao stood up against the wall. She wiped the snow from her forehead, and only when she lowered her hand did she find blood.

She said, Mom, I won't look for anyone in the future. I will not find you, nor will I find my dad. I will fend for myself.

"Are you looking for your dad?" Lin Huafeng's eyes suddenly darkened as if a candle were blown out by the wind.

Yi Yao gave an "en", and just raised his head, before he could see clearly, he felt Lin Huafeng leaping towards him, pulling his head against the wall like crazy.

Qi Ming pressed the light in the room and sat up from the bed.

The sound of Yi Yao's house came from outside the window. He opened the window, and the cold poured in like a hurricane. There was also the scream of the opposite person who came in together.

Lin Huafeng's voice echoed sharply in the narrow corridor of the alley.

"You bitch! Go find him! You thought he wanted you! You bitch!"

"What's so good about that man? Ah? Get out of here! Get out! Get out of him! Why are you still coming back from death?"

There is also Yi Yao’s voice, crying, all the voices are only one word, sad, painful, angry, begging for mercy, shouting "Mom——"

Qi Ming sat on the bed, the sun hurts like a needle.

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In fact, no matter how long and cold the night is. Those rays, those sunrises, and those morning mists all come on time.

In this world, the antennas staggered overhead will not change. The cramped alley will not change.

Someone will always screw the wrong tap in the shared kitchen.

The flavours of oil fume and soy milk will be embedded in the annual rings and become the mark of life.

Just like every morning, Qi Ming would meet Yi Yao.

Qi Ming looked at the hurt on her forehead and face, as if he had overturned a water glass. The water flowed through the heart, through the chest cavity, to every lower part of the body, and accumulated into puddles, reflecting the slight pain.

He passed the schoolbag, took out the milk, and handed it to Yi Yao.

The hand passed over stopped in the air, and no one came to pick it up. Qi Ming raised his head, Yi Yao suddenly looked like a hill collapsed in the summer rain, and he collapsed to the side like losing his support.

She fell hard against the wall, sliding her face to the ground against the rough brick wall.

The wiped blood stays on the wall and is a striking red.

The morning light flooded in from the entrance of the alley.

The girl shining on the ground, and the boy who is frozen in frame.

The world is so quiet.

I won’t look for anyone anymore. I am not looking for you. Don't look for my dad either. I will fend for myself.

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I don't know where the bell is coming. Ringing back and forth.

But there is no such remoteness and sadness in the poems. Only boredom and boredom are left, fixed back and forth. Hit the eardrum. Pass the dull pain to the scalp.

Open your eyes.

There was a hint of white light in the gaps of the untensioned curtains. All the surrounding furnishings are highlighted with white fuzzy outlines.

It looks like it's almost noon.

The opposite of time is the gravity on the eyelids, like being pressed by a bed of cotton wool, unable to open, and closing it feels astringent pain. The light swept back and forth over the eyes like a rough brush, and tears came out in a few blinks.

Yi Yao turned around, a tingling sensation from the sun on the left.

"It should have scratched the skin."

Thinking about it this way, I raised my right hand and tried to touch it, only to feel uncomfortable being involved. Looking along, there are several white tapes staggered back and forth on the back of his hand. A needle is inserted underneath. Continuously pumping cold liquid into his body. You can clearly feel the hard needle stuck in the blood vessel, which seems to be pierced from the back of the hand when the finger is bent.

The plastic hose was dangling gently from the back of the hand, being blown by wind from nowhere.

One third of the transparent liquid remains in the upside down drip bottle that is connected. From the mouth of the bottle, there was a bubble slowly and firmly.

Rise. puff. Broken.

The figure of the young man on the right looked at him quietly in the sun.

The sound is as gentle as a pool of 37 degrees water. "You woke up."

They said that you can actually feel the heat by putting your hands in 37 degrees of water. Not completely unconscious.

Yi Yao raised his head, Qi Ming closed the physics textbook in his hand, leaned down and looked at the back of her hand. I checked it and did not swell up.

His eyes are like lonely winter outside the window.

The whistling white light. There was a slight tenderness in the cold. Cover the body layer by layer.

"The doctor said that you are malnourished and low blood sugar." Qi Ming stood up, walked to the low cabinet in the corner of the room and stopped, picked up a thermos bottle and poured water into the cup. The hot air blew up and condensed into white mist. , Floating in the distance of his eyes, "So I fainted in the morning. But there is no big problem. You can leave after the bottle of glucose is lost."

Qi Ming walked over with the water, and a few gleams of light in the gap of the curtain dangled from him. He took the water in the cup, blew it for a while, then handed it to Yi Yao.

"You and your mother quarreled again?"

Yi Yao reluctantly sat up~IndoMTL.com~ didn't answer, endured the inconvenience on his hands, took the water, and drank silently.

Qi Ming looked at her and didn't ask any more questions.

"You drink water first, I want to go to the toilet." Qi Ming got up and walked out of the ward.

The door is closed. The light is dimmed a lot.

Forgot to turn on the light. Or it was turned off on purpose.

There is actually no difference.

Only the light gray outlines of various objects, as well as the hot air from the cup when breathing, threw wet on the face like a thin, even layer of tears. The stiff presence of the needle in the blood vessel on the back of the hand was very real and picked on the skin.

Yi Yao bends his fingers repeatedly, experiencing the pain of a needle in a blood vessel again and again like a self-masturbation.

It's as real as a dream.

Mist and tears.

There is actually no difference.