The day the nightmare really began, if I'm not mistaken, should have been fifteen years ago in the summer of June.

In the afternoon, the campus echoed with the sound of cicadas, the sun was hot, and I put down the pencil that was scribbling back and forth in my hand, leaned my upper body, and I just lay on the desk without a head.

The sound of other students in the classroom flipping back and forth through the books in the picture book, and the non-stop white noise in the environment began to slowly wear down my mood of drawing.

At that time, I just hated summer because of the heat, and I wanted it to pass quickly, but when I grew up, I realized that this excuse was obviously untenable.

Because, when I was 20 years old, I hated the heavy rain in the summer.

Squinting at the wall, the time passed little by little, and I suddenly felt that it was also a good pleasure.

If there was less anxiety, there wouldn't be so much crankiness.

Tick Bell Bell –

In a daze, the school bell rang on time as usual.

After tidying up my stationery and books, I walked to the school gate with my school bag on my back.

During this time, my cousin from a relative's family came to pick me up, but neither my mother nor my sister herself told me the reason.

I said I could accept it.

The teacher quickly led us to the entrance of the kindergarten.

Looking at my sister waving at me not far away, I paused, as if smiling but not smiling.

"What did Zheng Chen learn in school today?" As I walked home, my sister asked me questions.

"Singing and drawing."

"Is there a little red flower today as it was yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Zheng Chen is amazing." Seeing that I brought the topic lightly, she was not dissatisfied, but still smiled from the bottom of her heart.

"When I was singing, I played Little Star with my teacher." I seem to want her to boast about herself.

"Wow, that's great."

At this point, my heart began to think of my mother's praise, and I found that the raunchy man was no longer at home, and there was a rush of footsteps in the empty living room.

"Mom!" I left my sister, who was holding my hand, and walked up to my mother.

"I've brought Zhengchen back, Sister Yao." My sister's words were one step faster than mine, "Why is your face not very good, what's wrong?" ”

The mother, dressed in a formal suit, was frowning, her familiar and kind face was solemn, and she was so tired and overdrawn that she couldn't make up for it as if she hadn't slept well last night.

Could it be that something happened again?

I thought of this and stopped thinking about going on.

"He was drinking and driving last night and hit someone." My mother took the time to answer my sister's words, "The family of the injured person has called me just now and said that they want me to hurry over and give an explanation......

"Slow, Sister Yao, the person you just said is your brother-in-law?" A trace of surprise passed through my sister's heart.

"Yes."

"Mom's ......"

"Tsk, don't talk about it, the family members are still waiting in the hospital to discuss the explanation." My mother ignored my calls.

In July 2008, the First People's Hospital of Qianxia City.

I stood by the door of the ward and watched as half an hour had passed since my mother apologized, and the patient's family was still unrelenting.

The patient in the intensive care unit, the man's wife, was said to have suffered severe bleeding after the crash, so she urgently underwent a major operation.

But as a child, I can't understand at all, drunk driving and hitting people is obviously a man's fault, why should the responsibility be borne by the mother.

Yes, it's all the dead man's fault.

He did all the work.

I spoke weakly, intending to help my mother vent a bad breath:

"My mom and I have nothing to do with him......"

It was as if the adults around me were talking to me that they didn't hear, and the momentum of the quarrel seemed to never stop.

"It has nothing to do with him......"

Syllable!

The white-collar man raised his hand and slapped his mother on the cheek with a loud slap.

"Hey, you can't hit anyone!" The sister stopped the man from slapping again.

"Why don't you call your man out? If you don't drive for a long time, you can still play hit-and-run. ”

After the white-collar man finished laughing, he continued to scold:

"The police haven't caught anyone yet, you say, what's the use of being sorry!" Men's emotions are gradually spiraling out of control.

I saw a girl walk out of the ward, who looked to be slightly younger than me. I don't remember exactly what the girl looked like, except vaguely that she had a necklace around her neck.

I watched her walk from the door to the man, and then she gently tugged at the hem of the man's suit pants.

"I'm sorry Dad, I didn't take a good look at her and let her come out." There was a childish voice in the ward, which sounded like a girl talking.

Seeing this, the man restrained his temper, knelt down on his knees, and put his right hand on the back of the girl's head.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" The man hugged his daughter tightly in his arms, and the choked voice repeated over and over again.

Outside the cold ward, the corridor was just as cold.