Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind blowing in front of me, and I hit my head a few times, and I realized that it was my dad who hit me.

I crouched down in pain and opened my mouth to scream, but I couldn't make a sound.

Shu Congxuan was frightened and stunned before he grabbed my dad, but my dad's strength was too great, and he kicked it over.

Rao is Shu Congxuan protected me, but I didn't have time to hide, and the kick just kicked me in the left ear.

Have you ever heard the sharpest sound in the world, I was like being in a very big glass factory, countless workers were scratching glass, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't cut it, only the sharp sound was ringing, those people covered their ears and fell to the ground and spasmed, and then the glass factory suddenly exploded into pieces.

With a bang, the whole world was silent, completely silent.

Before I passed out, I vaguely saw Shu Congxuan kneeling on the ground and hugging me, hot water dripping on my face.

He was crying, he was shouting something, he was slapping me in the face, but I couldn't hear anything, I didn't even have the strength to close my eyes.

When I woke up again, I was already at the First People's Hospital of Cannes, and the nurse was giving me an injection, and her badge had the name of the hospital written on it.

I stayed in a deluxe single room, the kind that even had a kitchen, which was similar to the presidential suite in a five-star hotel.

I saw the colorless liquid dripping into my veins, I saw the breeze blowing the pale yellow curtains, I saw the beautiful perfume lily on the coffee table, I saw my grandfather sitting on the sofa, he raised his head and poured eye drops into his eyes, and I also saw Shu Congxuan standing on the balcony on the phone.

It turns out that the whole world is muted and that's it, you can see everything, but it doesn't matter to you.

Seeing what the nurse said to me when I woke up, my grandfather stood up on the ground, and Shu Congxuan's phone slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

They rushed up to me, both of them looking nervous, and they wanted to stop talking and stop looking at me.

In the end, Shu Congxuan said something, I couldn't read my lips, so I could only look at him dumbfounded, and then shook my head.

My grandfather's eyes were red, and he was afraid that I would be upset, so he turned his face away, and finally ran out with his mouth covered.

I was going to sit up and be held by Shu Congxuan, he seemed to have been mentally prepared for this, took out a small whiteboard from the drawer, and wrote a sentence on it: Don't be afraid, with me, you will be fine.

I nodded, tempting to say that I was not afraid, but my tongue seemed to have been cut out suddenly, and I couldn't say a word.

Ahhhh

I grabbed my throat and kept pushing it down, and after a while I opened my mouth, but I still couldn't speak.

Seeing that I reached out to pick at the edge of my mouth, Shu Congxuan hugged me in fright, he patted my back, he must have said comforting words, but I couldn't hear it.

I finally couldn't hold it anymore and opened my mouth wide and began to cry.

Hearing my voice, my grandfather ran in, and the nurse said something to him, and he crouched on the ground with tears in his eyes, and beat his own head vigorously.

Soon I was pushed to do all kinds of examinations, photos, all kinds of films, blood draws, urine tests, ENT departments, stomatology, cardio-brain surgery, and all kinds of departments.

I slept very unsteadily that night, I was afraid that the result would not be good, now it is like this, if you don't go to the hospital, everyone is healthy, once you enter the hospital, there are all kinds of incurable diseases.

Originally, I was deaf in one ear, but now I am deaf and mute, and my panic can be imagined, I am afraid that I will be blind and paralyzed to death in the next second, and I am afraid that I will lose all sensory functions.

I thought of this in my heart, and at dawn, a doctor came in, holding a small colorful notebook, and opened the pages to tell me something.

I took a few looks, and suddenly understood, isn't this the little book for color blindness that I see every time I have a physical examination?

Before I could come to my senses, another nurse came in pushing a small cart full of bottles and cans.

She picked up all sorts of delicate and beautiful little bottles, uncorked them and put them in front of my nose, and showed me a deep breath.

My nervousness was at its highest, it turned out that I was not cranky, and even the doctor thought that I might lose all my sensory functions.

I took a deep breath, but I couldn't speak, but fortunately, Shu Congxuan's eyes were quick, and he had already grabbed paper and pen for me.

The test lasted for half an hour, and at the end the doctor made a triumphant gesture to me, probably to tell me that my other sensory functions were normal.

I don't know if the doctor added a sleeping ingredient to my potion, or maybe it was my other senses that made me feel a little comforted, so I went to bed early.

In the dream, someone grabbed my neck and covered my face with a pillow, and someone held my hand, and I couldn't move above my neck, so I could only kick my feet and kick the quilt to the ground.

The feeling was familiar and unfamiliar, my throat was hot, my chest was on fire, and soon my head was foggy, and I wanted to cough and wake up from my dream, but I couldn't.

Afraid that I would die in a dream and not wake up, I suddenly opened my mouth wide and bit the person who was covering me, trying to drive him out of my dream.

I bit him in the jaw, and with all his strength, he slapped me away and hit my head on the head of the bed.

The moment the pain came, it dawned on me that it wasn't a dream, it was real: someone was trying to kill me.

I quickly grabbed the pen under my pillow and stabbed it indiscriminately as the hand reached for it again.

I pushed everything on the cabinet to the floor and touched the wall lamp.

The man was wounded, bloody from the tiger's mouth, but he wore a doctor's hat, mask, and white coat, and I couldn't see his face, only vaguely discerning that it was a man.

I suddenly grabbed his hand, my grandfather lived next door, I should have heard the noise, I want to see who is so bold to come to the hospital to harm me.

The man was so bold that I grabbed him obviously because I didn't want him to escape, and he would do what he could, and with a shake of his sleeve, a scalpel was pointed at me.

The moment he held it up to me, I actually forgot to resist, but just turned my face away and closed my eyes.

There was no expected pain, and when I opened my eyes, the ground was full of broken porcelain, and the grandfather, who was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, was about to chase the injured murderer.

From my bedside to the door of the ward, a bloody path was winding out, and it looked shocking.

The police came to record my confession and asked me if I had offended anyone recently.

Does Luo Ange count?

I had a deep reddish-purple mark on my neck, and I don't know when it will fade.

Shu Congxuan called the police out, leaving only my grandfather to accompany me. He didn't know where to turn out a few villain books that I had read when I was a child, and sat in front of me and flipped through the pages to show me.

Looking at it, I didn't cry yet, but he started crying first.

Shu Congxuan came in and looked at me with a solemn expression, and I pulled his sleeve and looked at him.

He wrote on the whiteboard: Let's go to Beijing.

I was stunned and didn't understand why I wanted to go to Beijing, but suddenly I realized that the person who was going to kill me must be too powerful, and even his dignified son of the provincial party secretary had no choice but to send me to Beijing.

I screamed and waved the thing in front of me to the ground, pulled out the needle, jumped out of bed and ran outside, and ran a few steps to be hugged by him.

I couldn't push him away, so I went crazy and bit his hand bloody, and I even tore his shirt.

The doctor rushed in and injected me with something, and I slowly quieted down and slowly lost consciousness.

When I woke up, it was the middle of the night, and it was dark everywhere, and I couldn't see anything. It was a little cold, so I gathered the quilt until the wind blew on my face and I realized it was raining outside.

I sat on the bed with my knees crossed, there were a few banana trees and cherry trees in the yard of the old house, and whenever it rained, I liked to follow my grandfather's example and stand in front of the window with my hands in front of the window and recite: "A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured." The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs. Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang bridge, the wind is fluttering, and the rain is bleak. When will I go home and wash my robes? The silver word sheng tone, the heart word incense burning. The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains. ”

At that time, I only thought that these poems were catchy, and I didn't know what kind of state of mind "the wind was fluttering, the rain was bleak", but now I am deaf and mute, but I really understand it.

It's really easy to throw people away, and in just a few days, I became like this.

Listening to the rain turned into watching the rain, looking at it and thinking crankily, is God like me who has been wronged but can't say it, I can only cry.

As soon as it cries, it rains.

When I think about it, I don't feel alone, and God has me as my companion.

The rain was getting heavier, the curtains were blown up by the wind, and the screens were shaky, so I struggled to get out of bed and walked over to close the windows.

Turning around, I was startled, there was a little spark on the side of the sofa, flickering and flickering.

Someone was smoking there, I thought it was Shu Congxuan or my grandfather, but I couldn't open my mouth, and I couldn't hear if he was talking, I only felt a gaze lock on me.

I knew I was in a very, very bad state, and they were worried, and I wanted to tell them I was okay, I wanted to say something, but I couldn't.

Someone got up and walked towards me, and I suddenly smelled something familiar and unfamiliar.

I turned and ran, but I was grabbed from behind, and he pulled my face and my lips down.

I tried to break free, but he restrained my hands, and the whole person was pressed against the window by him.

His kiss smelled like rain was about to come and the wind was all over the building, and I didn't know what I grabbed between the struggles, but I just threw it at his head anyway.

He finally let go of me, his face chilling in the moonlight heavier than the storm outside, but the corners of his mouth slowly curled.

I shuddered and pushed him away to turn on the lights.

Where there is light, there is no darkness, and that's what my teacher taught me when I was a child, so I stayed standing at the door after the lights were turned on.

As long as he still has any movements, I will immediately go out and ask for help.

Luo An singer was holding two villain books, and it turned out that I hit him with this thing in a panic just now.

He raised what he was holding, said something with a smile, and walked over to me.

I was so frightened that I ran through the door, and although I couldn't call for help, and although I was covered with injuries, running was always hard for me.

It's a pity that I miscalculated, and I was caught after running a few steps.

He lifted me up and threw me on the bed, my whole body pressed down, I couldn't move, I just curled up my arms between our chests.

His fingertips touched my lips a few times and came to my ear, and I thought he was going to blow on me again as before, and I arched myself in fear.