"Little bottle, I'm leaving."

"Bubbles, where are you going?"

A little girl about seven years old raised her head and looked at the little boy in front of her, who was about eight or nine years old, with big eyes.

"Grandma is sick, I have to go back and see her."

"Can I go along?" There was an expectant look on her little pink face.

He frowned and said with a little embarrassment: "No, it's too far, and you have to stay for a long time, your family will be worried!" ”

"Oh." She hung her head in disappointment, suddenly raised her head again and asked, "Then when will you come back to me?" ”

He was silent for a long time, and his voice sank, "I don't know either. ”

In the past, as long as there was a long holiday, he would return to Huatian Town, nominally learning winemaking technology with his grandfather and accompanying his grandparents at the Crimson Xuan Red Wine Manor, but most of the time he would go to this flower garden where thousands of flowers were planted and play with this little girl who was a childhood sweetheart.

But because his grades were not satisfactory last semester, his father arranged many cram schools for him in the city.

This holiday, because of his grandmother's protection, he had the opportunity to slip over.

But this time his grandmother is sick, he has to go back early, maybe his vacation will be filled with various cram schools in the future, and I don't know how long it will take to come back again.

Every time he said goodbye, he would give her a definite time to get together, but this time it didn't, which made her feel faintly uneasy.

She pursed her lips and tears fell.

"Little bottle, don't cry......" he pulled up his sleeve in distress to wipe away her tears.

She grabbed his hand and choked and said, "I, I don't want you to go!" ”

He lowered his head and held back tears, he didn't want to leave, he would miss her very much.

"Young Master! Master! ”

Faintly hearing shouts in the distance, he immediately withdrew his hand and said, "I should go!" ”

"Woo...... Bubbles, don't go! ”

She burst into tears and reached out to hug him.

He dodged a few steps back, knowing that he wouldn't let go once he got hold of her.

Even if he didn't want her to cry so sadly, he couldn't help himself.

When he couldn't help but want to cry, he gritted his teeth and turned his head and ran away.

"Bubbles, bubbles, don't go!" She cried and chased after her.

"I'll definitely come back to you in the future!"

He quickened his pace, and without looking back, ran out of the mountains and across the crossroads.

She still chased him all the way out without giving up, because she always felt that she would never see him again.

In a hurry, she accidentally tripped on the road and fell to the ground, and the pain in her knee and arm made her cry even more sadly.

When he heard the sound, he turned around and saw her lying in the middle of the road, and hurriedly ran back again.

"Little bottle!"

Seeing him return, she struggled to her feet, despite the pain.

At this moment, there was an urgent and shrill horn sound on the left, and I saw a speeding truck rushing towards the little girl.

She stood helplessly and cried again, and the little boy ran at her in such a hurry that he was about to push her away......

Seeing that the truck had changed from one child to two children, the truck driver was even more anxious to press the brakes as the inertia truck continued to slide forward.

At that moment, he slammed the steering wheel, but unfortunately he still couldn't dodge the two children, and watched them take off.

It hurts......

Why does it hurt so much when you fly......

"Bubbles, I'm in so much pain!"

The faint voice pierced his heart like a sharp knife.

Don't, don't......

Su Mofeng, who was lying on the bed, frowned, his face clenched his fists in pain, but the sweat on his body was not as conspicuous as the tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Don't!"

He shouted, snapped his eyes open, and woke up from his dream.

Pain......

He gasped and subconsciously pressed his heart, but he couldn't hold back his grief, and cried uncontrollably.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and tears slipped down his ears and fell on the pillow.

He couldn't remember how many times he had been awakened from a dream by the dark memories of his childhood, and each time it made him feel painful.

The tingling of his heart and the disrevolved rhythm left him breathless, and he struggled to fumble with the vial at the head of the bed.

With a pill under his tongue, he sat on the floor against the edge of the bed, taking a slow, deep breath to adjust his heart rhythm.

He always wondered, what's the point of living?

not only killed his beloved, but also failed to see the last side of his grandmother who loved him in every way that day.

The two people who shouldn't have died have left, and he is still living in this painful dark world all day long.

Relatives and friends often envy him and say that everything he uses now is something that others may not get for a lifetime.

But for him, what is the use of money, neither can he get back the life of his beloved girl, nor can he cure his grandmother's illness, or even his.

He often immersed himself in the sea of books in order to divert his attention, but he couldn't get into a prestigious school.

In this way, it seems that grades are of little use to him either.

For everything here, apart from studying, the only thing he is interested in is the sea outside the window.

It was only when the pain faded that he felt the sea breeze rushing in intermittently from the half-open floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sound of the waves reached his ears.

He stood up wearily, his stumbling steps making his slender figure a little erratic.