"Xiaoman, at least, at least leave one of your children for mom!" Mom's words were filled with despair! It makes my heart feel like I'm falling off an endless cliff, constantly falling, falling, falling, and falling!

And because of my mother's sadness and despair, I burst into tears and couldn't cry. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Is there anything you can't tell me? ”

"No, no, no one tells Mom anything, Mom, Mom just wants to make each of you safe, we can do without anything, just a plain, ordinary and quiet life, too, no, okay?" Mom's voice was sobbing and choking, and it was difficult to be coherent.

"Xiaoman, you're not too young, you can have a home, even if it's Chong Chongxi, okay?!" My mother was pleading with me, and she clung to me tightly, as if she was afraid that I would disappear in front of her in the next moment.

Recently, too much has happened to give this poor old woman, what a heavy blow! I felt that the mother on the other side had almost reached the limit of what she could bear, and I couldn't help but feel even more heartbroken. How else could she have said such a thing?!

I cried and struggled to nod my head, but my heart was desolate and powerless.

If I get married, have a baby, and make my mother happy, then I'm willing to make that choice.

Now I have nothing to worry about, I owe too much to this family. Only them, making them happy is the most important thing, and what is my own happiness?

What happiness is, I feel so far away, this feeling no longer belongs to me.

And love, what kind of feeling is love, a playful smile slipped across the corners of my lips, love, it doesn't belong to me, now I'm a joke, will I still ask for any love?

I am an ominous person, I will only bring pain and disaster to the people around me, sometimes I even hate myself deeply, if I can still do even one thing that can make them happy, I am willing to do it with my life,

But I am cowardly and incompetent, and I can't even meet this simple request to my mother, and now I, who dares to ask for it, I have a fiancé, and his family is still in the process of getting out of the marriage.

I am an outcast from this world, what more can I ask for, luxury love? That's really ridiculous and ridiculous, asking for a home, an ordinary home without love, just to make my mother feel at ease, but this simple request can't be done.

Think about my fate, sometimes it's really just like the grass after the autumn, waiting, just withering and rotting, unwilling to accept such a fate, but what else can I do for my relatives, for my life, I feel so helpless, this world, is it really connected to another world? If so, I really want to open the door to another world, but what happened, before I woke up, were those dreams or realities, did I dream or wake up?

"Mom......" I hesitated a few times, and finally opened the topic: "You, have you dreamed of your dad recently?" ”

Thinking that he did see his father's soul in the cave, and his soul seemed so different, it seemed to contain powerful power, although I was afraid that my mother would be more sad, but I still asked about the old man who made us sad and "irresponsible".

How could he, just, could, hate, leave us?

But why did his soul appear in such a terrible place, and shouldn't he rest in peace? What are the dark shadows that followed?

So many terrible things happened in that terrible cave, and if that father's spirit was real, where would he be now? I'm so worried!

I don't want to ask, but I can't help it, I still have to ask, if he can appear now, I'm afraid he can only appear in our dreams, right?

So, what happened the other day should have been just in my dreams?

What exactly is a dream and what is reality? I feel like I can't tell the difference.

But whether it's a dream or reality, I can't escape, can I?

"Hey, you said your dad was him? ...... "Damn's sadness is really heavier, and more tears are shed."

"Mom!" I screamed sadly.

"Hey! There have been too many things in the past few days, and yet, I really haven't dreamed of him, or the night of the accident, it seems that I dreamed that he came back, we seem to have quarreled, I can't remember clearly, you said that he is a dead old man, he is gone, he is gone, and he has to come back and quarrel with me. Mom said the words of blame, and she couldn't stop crying.

Didn't you dream about it? Didn't you dream about it a lot before? The uneasiness in my heart was growing.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open a crack.

A smiling face poked in first, it was Lan Bing, it was the very ordinary Lan Bing, there was no ice blue hair, no dizzying blue eyes, but just a clean black hair, and the delicate and handsome five crowns were carefully arranged on that fair face. I have to say that Rao is so ordinary, but he is still so handsome and dazzling.

He looked at the door for a moment, then quickly pushed open the door and walked in with a smile.

Seeing that my mother and I were both sad, I smiled and put my hands on my mother's shoulders naturally.

"Xiaoman, are you awake?" He didn't seem surprised that I woke up, "Why did you make Auntie sad as soon as you woke up, it's really unfilial, Auntie has worked hard these days, you, who are daughters, get better, you have to treat Auntie well." He didn't say anything to my mother, but he taught me a lesson.

He was familiar and kind to his mother's movements, and he spoke to me with a sense of urgency, and he really didn't think of himself as an outsider, thinking that we were really acquainted? The important thing is: this blue ice, when did he get so familiar with my mother?

Oh, I almost forgot, he's the thick-skinned, self-cooked guy with a few stalkers.

I pouted, noncommittal, but in front of him, I still restrained my sadness.

And the mother was politely embarrassed to be sad.

"Blue Ice is here?!" His mother greeted him and tried to make a smile, but she couldn't, so she could only pat the back of his hand on his mother's shoulder, in order to express a kind of love between the elders and the younger generations, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Auntie, if Xiaoman makes you sad, when she is discharged from the hospital, she will punish her for making you a good meal, and you will always be satisfied and happy!" He scolded me, then turned around and comforted my mother, until she burst into tears and laughed. Then he rubbed it from my hair again, looking relaxed and casual and admiring:

"Mmmm, it's recovering very well."