I grew up frail and sickly, and my body became skinny, and I was admitted to the hospital because I often needed fluids.

Today is how many days I have been hospitalized, and I can't count my fingers and feet, only adults can figure it out.

I woke up in a haze, sat on the bed and rubbed my eyes, the place where I was infused yesterday was still painful, and I was unconsciously shedding tears. The sadness that hit me inexplicably in my heart, I slowly looked up and saw my parents standing at the door of the ward, showing a sad expression, and waving their hands around, as if saying goodbye to me.

At this time, I burst into tears for a moment, wiped my tears, and shouted at my parents: "Don't leave me, please, come back quickly!" ”

However, my parents have been silently waving goodbye, there is no change of heart at all, I cried even more, two small hands raised, want to hug, but there are too many tears, I have to wipe the tears on my face, and then rub the quilt, the quilt in front of me is wet.

Because of the heart-rending shouting I shouted, the effect was somewhat obvious, and I saw my parents smiling gradually, and ran into the ward with warm hands open.

When the three of them just wanted to hug, my parents disappeared into thin air beside the bed, I was frightened, immediately opened my eyes, only to know that I was dreaming, the corners of my eyes were a little moist, I looked at the familiar furniture in front of me, only to pay attention to sleeping in my own room, after quickly sitting up, it was pouring rain outside the window, and the sound of dripping rain came to my ears, and suddenly my heart was sour, and I couldn't cry anymore, because I was in my early twenties.

"Dream Story" Chapter 3 The Crying Boy is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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