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"You still can't do anything......" the voice seemed to linger in my ears again.

This time, I was speechless.

Just staring at his hands blankly, his immature fingers still seem to be so slender.

"You're just like your mother......"

When was that sound, and what kind of pain was it?

I just lay on the cold concrete floor, unable to get up, and then I was pulled by my hair and hit the wall again and again, until there was already bright red blood flowing down the wall, and he gradually stopped talking......

"Won't you care about me?"

My mother's voice seemed to surround me again, how old was I, fifteen, sixteen......

"You're just like your father......"

The voice was still so desolate, but whose cry was it?

Just stand there......

"Solve your own affairs......" The cold voice always seemed to say to the little me.

"Don't you always get me into such trouble, why don't you cry when you're on the scene? Cry now...... Make you cry...... Make you cry ......"

Odd...... How did I think of these again......

The quilt in front of me still seems to be so dry, I don't know what to do......

"You...... Who are you? ”

The woman seemed to be saying this before her eyes, such a familiar face, familiar strands of hair floating in the air.

"You...... You won't succeed in a lifetime! ”

The voice rang in my ears.

"Someday you'll regret it!"

"Can't you study hard?"

"Give me some hope, can't you?"

"I'm waiting for me to grow old and take care of me......"

"Can't you save me snacks......"

The voice was passed in his ears, transmitted, but what happened to Mu Ran's self, why didn't he react at all......

"You know what? You still can't do anything......"

The voice seemed to sound again.

I picked up my head and pressed my brain into the quilt.

Maybe it was the sweat on the quilt, and the sound of the clock hands slowly turning reminded me little by little, I seemed to feel something, and I was in a trance a little bit.

"You repay me......"

The sound was slowly transmitting.

But I could only grab the quilt a little bit and start frowning.

"Only by following the study can there be a way out......"

The sky was still so gloomy, but the cold breath had soaked through the windows to convey the cold.

And inside my mouth, I could only stare blankly in front of me.

Looking out of the window, a father hugs a very young child and doesn't know what to say, I don't know why I feel the urge to cry......

At least I still have a father, don't you......

I thought so suddenly, and as the corners of my eyes began to well-groom with tears, the corners of my mouth rolled upwards as if it were not her father but my own, just looking at it so miserably, and finally I could only grit my teeth fiercely......

That's right......

Maybe his father also has such a deep side, maybe......

Maybe he will also be in such a place, slowly with himself, narrating the ordinary and day-to-day life.

"Squeak ......"

The door was gently pushed open, and a figure appeared in the doorway, a young man in a shirt as if he had a familiar look, but apparently he didn't seem to remember me, and just whispered to me.

"If you're awake, get dressed and go out......"

Then he placed a stack of clothes on a chair and slowly retreated.

Although the tone is so soft, it ......

Listening to it in my heart, it still makes people feel so restless.

The clouds in the sky were lingering, and they were secretly crying.

When I touched my feet to the ground, the sudden awakening sensation made me feel uneasy all the time, maybe it was all a dream......

A dream......

But when I touched the bloody clothes again with such confused eyes, why did my fingers feel like an electric shock, and I didn't dare to move anymore, but I trembled and touched, but I didn't dare to touch again, and I seemed to be able to feel the warmth and screaming sound from inside.

The air outside seemed unusually heavy.

It was as if the smell of gunpowder was everywhere.

"You still can't do anything......"

The voice seemed to ring in my head again.

So what......

"You know what? A person's homeschooling from an early age is very crucial, you see which of those famous people is not ......"

The teacher's tireless teaching seems to be still in front of me.

Hey...... Scum, what the hell are you thinking......

You're a scumbag, how can you think so much?

Can you find a better reason to excuse yourself?