Someone at the door of the ward coughed loudly several times.

A few students looked at the door, and what caught their eyes was a messy handful of flowers, purple and red, the city flowers accounted for a large area, and there were water droplets on it, which looked like they were picked up in the flower beds of the green belt on the side of the road, and there were traces of spraying by water sprayers.

Flowers cover people's faces, and they can't recognize who it is, but they can see the same school uniforms as them.

A classmate asked in a weird way, "Who?" Don't dare to show your face yet? ”

"Hehe, hehe, it's contemptible." Chen Haotian's thin long face was crooked from the side of the flower, and there was unnatural shyness in his eyes.

All the students shouted in unison: "Cut! “

"Still contemptible? You think that if you hold a bouquet of flowers, you will live like an ancient. What a word? While Li Yuman was sarcastic, he snatched the flower, glanced at it, and shouted, "You actually gave me an example chrysanthemum." Look for death. ”

In this way, Chen Haotian completed an embarrassing "icebreaking" with Song Qiaoyin in the violent beating of a group of people, and Song Qiaoyin forgave him for being open-mouthed.

Thirteen or fourteen-year-old children are as simple as morning dew, and the sun can reflect the crystal light in their hearts.

Although Chen Haotian didn't say anything to apologize, Song Qiaoyin saw his apology in his shy eyes. Therefore, she chose to mention it in one stroke and no longer mention the previous unpleasantness. Everyone is still good classmates.

Later, when she was hit by Peng Zhan, Chen Haotian confessed to her inappropriately, saying that he said those words on the day he changed seats to hide his love for her in his heart.

"I actually like how chubby and cute you are. But I don't want people to know. "You see, there's a kind of boy who misses a lot of opportunities because it's so awkward.

A frolic ended with the nurse's loud shouting, and the little filthy people between the classmates who couldn't move on the table also laughed and smuffled in everyone's laughter.

If only all grievances could be laughed off.

On the day Song Qiaoyin was discharged from the hospital, when she stood in the corridor and saw her father leaning against the wall and looking nervously into a ward, she thought to herself.

Unfortunately, it can't be. The reality is brutal.

She deliberately walked past his father and stopped, and Song Guoguo's blocked gaze focused on her unhappily. After seeing that it was his daughter who was using violence against him, he staggered back a step.

Song Qiaoyin glared at him without any emotion, and turned her head to look at Xiao San lying on the hospital bed in the room. She feels that her experience will definitely bring some security to her future married life.

At least, she has rich experience in playing juniors, and one day she will tell her future husband about it, at least it can have a deterrent effect. This is thanks to his dad.

What she is most grateful to is all the people of the Peng family. This time it's from the bottom of my heart.

Peng's parents insisted on taking her back to Peng's house. The reason is that Qiaoyin's mother is still in the hospital, and she is not safe at home as a girl.

Since the two families are friends or friendly neighbors, they have the obligation and responsibility to help Qiaoyin's mother take care of her.

At the insistence of the Peng family's parents, Song Qiaoyin lived in the Peng family.

The Peng family is very large, and it is a villa area in the Shenzhou Garden Community.

She stood at the door of the room specially arranged for her by the Peng family's parents, feeling that she had become the center of the world after a farce. She was apprehensive, terrified, like Alice in Wonderland, falling into an amazing fantasy world.

Years later, when the dust settled, she thought back to the beginning. This moment, how ridiculous.

What she thought was beautiful was actually just a trap set for her by others. Even Peng Zhan was nothing more than a bait to catch her while hunting.

At dinner in the evening, Peng Zhan's sister Peng Huan came out of the room.

She is half a head shorter than Song Qiaoyin, with a thin body, a pale face, bloodless lips, and a pair of cold eyes, and no one is enthusiastic. Only when I saw Song Qiaoyin was different.

Qiaoyin, with you with me in the future, I won't be lonely.

She took Song Qiaoyin's hand and walked to the table together. Song Qiaoyin felt that she was holding a few dead branches in her hands. She's too skinny.

I remember that when the two met for the first time, there was an indescribable sense of intimacy, and the unprecedented two people who didn't like to talk sat together and chatted endlessly.

Of course, Song Qiaoyin said more, in fact, she was often silent in front of people, and for some reason she was willing to talk more to Peng Huan.

Maybe it's because the two were born in the same hospital on the same day, and the fate of being born on the same day and month in the same year and becoming friends is not something that anyone can meet.

Although Peng Huan doesn't like to talk very much and always stays alone in the room, every time she sees Song Qiaoyin, she will give her the greatest enthusiasm.

She never did that to others.

"Qiaoyin, you have good academic performance, tutor me in my homework. My brother never cared about me. ”

She pouted when she spoke, and her eyes were full of innocence and pity, which made people want to care for them when they saw them. Only children who are pampered by their families will have this innocence on their faces that does not match their age.

Song Qiaoyin thought that it would be nice if she hugged the wrong one in the hospital at that time. She is the Peng Huan who is spoiled by the whole family.

Every time she has such a thought, her mother's aggrieved, sad and pitiful face will appear in front of her.

She quickly shook her head and shook off the unhealthy thought.

If Peng Huan was her, then she would definitely not be able to resist Song Guoguo's slap, and maybe she wouldn't be alive now.

Yes, Peng Huan is sick. Although she didn't know what the disease was, and the Peng family never said it, she knew that Peng Huan had been weak since she was a child, and she was beautiful, quite like Lin Daiyu.

Because of this, she went to school two years later than herself, although she was the same age but not at the same level.

If God closes a door, he will dig a hole for you to get out of somewhere else.

Peng Huan has a talent for painting. When she saw Peng Huan's paintings for the first time, she only felt that the shock brought by the visual impact made her a little suffocated.

Her studio is full of paintings, but they are all bright red.

It's red, it's dazzling, it's gorgeous, but it's also red...... Bloody.

This is a key word that Song Qiaoyin realized a long time later.

The only painting in any other color is black.

The canvas is covered with black oil paint, with a yellowish dot that lies isolated on the canvas as if surrounded by black.

Song Qiaoyin's eyes suddenly saw different colors in a flame that wanted to burn everything, and she was stunned for a moment.

If red is the exaggeration of life, then this black oil painting is terrifyingly depressing.

She stared at the yellow dot and looked dizzy, Peng Huan smiled and asked her, "Is it good-looking?" ”

Song Qiaoyin shook her head, immediately noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly explained: "I don't understand, but I just think it's strange." What is it? She asked, pointing to the yellow dot.

She can interpret the whole black on the canvas as the sky, is that black dot the moon or a star?

Peng Huan chuckled, the first time she had heard her laugh like this.

After laughing for a long time, she stopped and told Song Qiaoyin: "This is you." ”

"Me? Why me?" Song Qiaoyin was inexplicably a little flustered, as if the entire darkness on the canvas was surging over like quicksand, slowly drowning her body.

Peng Huan took her fear into her eyes and held her arm affectionately: "Yes, it's you, if you come, I will be accompanied." You are my light. Did you like the painting? I gave it to you? ”

Song Qiaoyin waved her hand and shook her head, she didn't want to have nightmares.

Although the reasons given by Peng Huan made her feel that she was very important to her, there were always some places that were unspeakably weird, which made her unsteady in Peng's house.