Chapter 19: My Sister's Comfort

At night, I had a rare insomnia. The back has been treated by a community clinic and is no longer so painful. But my heart is like a mess, and I am repeatedly entangled. I studied psychology, but I'm not a major at all. Not only did I find my client privately, but I also became an inexplicable relationship with him, and I even once attached myself to his arms.

I'm very similar to Xiaomin, and I'm not even as good as her. Xiao Min also has a mother who loves her, and I, since elementary school, have only one sister. I don't know what it's like to be pampered by my parents, my sister loves me very much, but she is only three years older than me after all, and she can't give me the same parental support and peace of mind. Especially my father's mountain-like arms, I can only experience it in my dreams for many years. I envy those children who can play on their father's back, and today's embrace of Lu Zenghan made me realize for the first time that I am seriously lacking love. I was ashamed and blamed myself, and buried my head in the quilt.

It was almost dawn, and I still couldn't sleep, so I sent a WeChat message to my sister Xin Keyi: "Sister, are you there?" ”

My sister replied quickly this time: "Yes, I just came back from overtime." ”

"It's so late." I looked at the time, four fifty, "Sister, where are you, I miss you so much." ”

"It's childish again." My sister made a doting expression, "Why don't you sleep yet?" ”

"Sister, do you remember what your father looked like?" I'm already blurry.

It took a long time before my sister replied, "Dad is very tall." Then he sent another one, "Ke Qiao, do you have a boy you like?" ”

"Nope. Not all the time. I snapped back to myself, like I was hiding from something. Strangely, I longed for a fatherly affection, but I naturally didn't have a relationship with the boys. I've been thin since I was a child, and I don't like to talk, and I've always been the unobtrusive one in the class, not as beautiful and dusty as my sister, and it's eye-catching. Occasionally, when a boy makes a gesture of affection, I will unconsciously avoid it. Including Han Muzhi, it is the same evasion. "Sister, have you returned to Nancheng?" I asked, "I want to see you." ”

"I'm in the north, back to the south city, I will definitely look for you." My sister replied quickly, "I'll go back to you after this while." Qiaoqiao, it's okay to find a boyfriend, but you must keep your eyes open, otherwise, you will be hurt, maybe you won't be able to get out for the rest of your life, don't give your sincerity easily. ”

I was silent, but my sister still didn't come out. She wouldn't tell me where she was, wrapping herself up and healing slowly. My sister is a person with a very strong personality and emotions, and she loves so much that she hates directly, and this time she was plucked out of the thorns all over her body, and I don't know how long it will take to recover from the wounds.

After tossing and turning all night, I didn't feel sleepy until it was dawn, but I was woken up by Yang Yize's phone call and told me a great good news, Xiaomin's mother found them early in the morning and asked for an autopsy on Xiaomin. I excitedly told Yang Yize again and again that the autopsy results were available, and he must tell me.

I went to work with a dark circle under my eyes, but I saw a few little girls at the front desk chattering about something, vaguely saying "Dr. Han", I couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with Dr. Han?" ”

A girl yelled at Nunu in the reception room and smiled meaningfully: "Another one, I'm here to find Dr. Han." The one next to him continued: "Dr. Han's blind date net is wide enough. After saying that, the two of them were giggling again. It seems that the aunt's postmodern life - the blind date party has started again. However, I have to admit that Han Muzhi is very popular. Especially in today's era of leftover women, slightly more normal men have become fragrant and sweet, not to mention Han Muzhi, a 360-degree excellent man.

Passing by the reception room, I deliberately glanced through the glass door and was stunned. Is it Han Muzhi's dish? The girl is wearing a pair of hot pants that are short to the limit, and the whole person looks like a rivet maniac, her blouse, shoes, and bag are full of rivets, her ears are pierced with at least four or five holes, her hair is dyed white and gray, and her big red lips are brightly painted. This is the number of Internet celebrities. Auntie's eyes... It's hard to put into words. I walked back to the office with my forehead lifted.